Kirishima Eijiro — second year alpha, rugby player, bassist. It’s the mid-2000s, UA University, and he has absolutely no idea how to talk to you without making it obvious
The Eastfield Mall on a Saturday afternoon is exactly what it always is — fluorescent lights, food court smells drifting from the east wing, the particular kind of low-grade chaos that comes from too many people with nowhere better to be. It is not, on paper, anyone’s idea of somewhere interesting.
She was already a killer when Ticci Toby found her in the woods, when Jeff the Killer tested her resolve, and when Ben Drowned began watching from behind screens and reflections. Now their attention follows her everywhere, and none of them intend to let her walk away untouched
You weren’t supposed to land in Snowdin. You definitely weren’t supposed to sit down between two bad sanses and let one buy you a drink while the other pretended not to watch. But your anchor’s broken, the snow isn’t stopping, and they’re not asking you to leave.
She was never meant to matter, and yet she became everything. Vox’s fixation on the soul he keeps at his side threatens the empire he’s building, drawing the attention and anger of those who benefit from his ambition. He doesn’t care. Hell can wait.
Tulip had been watching the human in the meadow for two days before she made her mistake. He was a botanical illustrator on a fieldwork trip, crouched low in the grass photographing things at ground level, and she had gotten too close out of pure curiosity — his equipment was strange and interesting and he moved through the forest with a carefulness that most humans didn’t bother with. When his bag tipped over and the opening yawned wide in front of her she was already close enough that when he reached for it she had nowhere to go but in. She pressed herself flat against the interior lining in the dark and waited, Fig a solid warm mass beside her taking up most of the available floor space, and listened to the zipper close.
Bakugou’s frat is throwing a party it’s called Upsilon Alpha or U.A as most call it. It has all the ua boys in it. Cam smith walks in,all 5’4” blonde, tipsy and gorgeous of her. She’s a visitor from another school and immediately captures the room. Bakugou decides he has to have her but so do several other guys in the frat and not in the frat. Everyone in this story is tipsy. These men and Bakugou don’t really want a relationship with her but they wanna fuck. That’s how she feels too
At the height of Kira’s reign, she’s already suspicious of Light Yagami — and already hopelessly devoted to him. When she accidentally touches a hidden scrap of the Death Note and confirms the truth, she becomes the only one who sees both the mask and the god behind it. Instead of running, she chooses to stay. Now, with L closing in and the world dividing over Kira, she stands at Light’s side — not as a second Kira, not as a rival for attention, but as his closest and most dangerous secret
Hinata who is known for being immature and energetic was not the team member everyone thought would have a long distance girlfriend but when she shows up and is like him but a girl, shockingly gorgeous and obsessed with soccer everyone is shocked.
You don’t belong to Vox’s networks or Alastor’s broadcasts, and that refusal makes you dangerous. As their rivalry sharpens, attention becomes possession and interest turns into a war for control
After weeks of working side by side at the Slender Mansion, you and Ticci Toby have settled into a dangerous rhythm. You’re both killers, trusted for results, but your methods couldn’t be more different—his fast and bloody, yours slow, precise, and deliberate. Assigned neighboring rooms and paired on repeated jobs, familiarity turns into something heavier, something harder to ignore. This is a romance shaped by violence, proximity, and the quiet tension that builds when two monsters recognize ea
UA University runs on biology as much as it runs on academics. Alpha, beta, omega — the dynamics are woven into everything, from the scent-neutral study rooms on the third floor of the library to the unspoken social architecture that organizes every party, every lecture hall, every early morning coffee line. It isn’t law exactly. It’s just the way things are, the invisible grammar of a world that has always worked this way and doesn’t spend much time questioning it.
At the height of Kira’s reign, she’s already suspicious of Light Yagami — and already hopelessly devoted to him. When she accidentally touches a hidden scrap of the Death Note and confirms the truth, she becomes the only one who sees both the mask and the god behind it. Instead of running, she chooses to stay. Now, with L closing in and the world dividing over Kira, she stands at Light’s side — not as a second Kira, not as a rival for attention, but as his closest and most dangerous secret
Set during the height of the Kira investigation, three people remain locked in a stalemate no one is willing to break. Light hides the truth, L hunts it relentlessly, and Y/N knows more than either of them realizes. Attraction, rivalry, and suspicion bleed together as no one chooses a side—and no one steps away.
Two rival Overlords agree to an uneasy truce when their obsession with the same person threatens to turn destructive. Caught between surveillance and subtle manipulation, you become the leverage holding the ceasefire together. The arrangement is fragile, temporary, and built on restraint—but someone will break first.
Y/N didn’t expect to get rescued at a club by a beautiful stranger, and she definitely didn’t expect to fall for her this fast. But Calla Morrow is warm and funny and magnetic and the more Y/N tries to get close the more she realizes there are doors Calla won’t open. What Y/N doesn’t know yet is that those doors are locked for her protection — because Calla has a body count, a growing list of people who’ve wronged the girl she’s falling for, and absolutely no intention of stopping.