on a late night, y/n stumbles upon her boyfriend, draco malfoy, cheating on her with the girl who was apparently “just a friend.” want to know who rescues the day? mattheo riddle. and thank merlin for him.
pansy parkinson (god bless her) accidentally adds the guys to the GIRLS groupchat… unfortunately for y/n, mattheo riddle is added. and can now see everything
y/n’s friends bet her to start dating mattheo riddle and then slowly get more and more annoying, clingy, and insufferable over the course of ten days the catch is: mattheo’s friends had also put him onto a bet to make y/n fall completely in love with him
mattheo riddle (newly known as “mr. not so slick”) accidentally texted y/n when meaning to text blaise. - 1000 aura on his part considering he is completely down bad for her.
the new and improved slytherin friend group chat. where the debates and arguments will be far too unhinged, insane, and completely useless by tomorrow.
it was a pretty normal night at first. a friday. everyone just relaxing in the slytherin common room. until… it wasn’t. and now, eight friends are left in the dark to face the faceless
after possibly the longest shift at malone’s ever, y/n comes across a shivering kitten on her way home. and the closest place to go just happens to be the hockey house. “dark red” - steve lacy <3
pansy parkinson may be utterly possessive and controlling over y/n… but mattheo riddle claims he knows what’s best for her. and pansy: is not. *heartbeat by childish gambino starts playing*
four hunters, one '67 impala, and zero healthy coping mechanisms. after saving sam's girlfriend jessica from a ceiling fire, you’re all on the road hunting monsters. while sam and jess are being sickeningly cute in the back seat, you and dean are hiding a mountain of mutual yearning behind aggressive insults and constant bickering. between messy fistfights, your stubborn, overprotective partner is constantly losing his mind—especially when you flirt with civilian suspects or get yourself hurt. can you survive the road without blowing your cover or tearing dean's clothes off?
after a childish prank goes horribly wrong, the elite syndicate is trapped in the empty hogwarts dungeons for christmas break. their punishment? albus dumbledore has handed them real, breathing infants to keep alive. forced to share beds, swap diapers, and play house, the chaotic purebloods quickly find themselves completely out of their depth. it's supposed to be a nightmare, but between the sleepless nights and the forced proximity, the platonic lines for lorenzo berkshire and y/n are blurring. and they're becoming disgustingly, hopelessly in love during the domestic trap. “you call me baby… fuck, that’s so gross!” — FTSG by emma andersen
two spaces, one bed. y/n vows to hate john logan forever—mostly because he parks like a total menace. but also because he exists. logan feels the exact opposite. he is hopelessly, miserably in love with her, enduring her dramatic scoffs and aggressive flirting with other guys while keeping his mouth shut. but when a chaotic cape cod halloween party fills every room in the house, they are left with exactly one remaining mattress. lines are blurred, depth perception is questioned, and dealing with each other might just become a very bad habit. “i bite my tongue, it’s a bad habit. kinda mad that i didn’t take a stab at it.”
nine elite, overprivileged teenagers, one highly illegal central london blackout, and seven agonizingly long days in a south london prison. from drawing sovereign borders with smuggled eyeliner to running a black-market chocolate monopoly out of a toilet tank, the system didn't humble them—it just gave them a bigger audience to terrorize.
proof that the only thing more dangerous than blair waldorf’s wrath is a pair of designer shoes on a freezing night. remember: not all heroes wear capes… some wear thrifted jackets!
welcome to the family business! on a dark highway of monsters and cheap motels, tomorrow is never promised. y/n grew up in the hunting life alongside sam and dean winchester. but while they are fighting demons by day as a trio, y/n and sam are sharing stolen moments by night. can they keep the world safe 𝑎𝑛𝑑 their relationship a secret?
running away with draco malfoy. because obviously that’s better than becoming death eaters… anyway. as a wise woman once said: “i get wet at the thought of you being a responsible guy!”
one friend group. eight days. and a supernatural bloodline curse that forces you to watch your own reflection dismantle your sanity. "the worst part isn't that she’s watching us. it's that she’s practicing being us."