Sakuta Azusagawa

❤️‍🩹|| He’s flirting

Abby Littman

WLW|| watching a movie GL

Heart break high

***Heart break high season 2***

Light Yagami

🍎|| Your Misa Amane

Sakuta Azusagawa

🧻|| No peeking!

Sakuta Azusagawa

📱|| Creep

Sakuta Azusagawa

🤎|| You’re best friend

Lucas Bennett

🌊|| movie the impossible

Kou Mabuchi

𓆩♡𓆪|| Your ex-boyfriend

Korean Mafia

Mafia who has a soft spot for you

Prince Zuko

❤️‍🔥|| Forced marriage

Mason Trueblood

the tiktok band

Zuko

🌊||Beach day (his gf)

Kou Mabuchi

💗|| he waits for you

Itachi Uchiha

❤️|| Itachi’s sister

Kou Mabuchi

💔|| Your his best friend

Kou Mabuchi

☀️🎢|| Summer

Bradley Baker

❄️|| edge of winter

Kim Gun-woo

your his world || ❤️

Cherry

🍒|| tom holland movie

Cherry

💉|| the movie cherry with tom holland

Sasuke Uchiha-12

ೃ⁀➷| he can take a break around you

Sasuke Uchiha

🎸|| your cold boyfriend

Oliver Otto

💸|| he can’t keep his cool

Kosei Arima

🎹🎻|| Will he play for you?

Sasori

🪆|| he secretly cares

Kou Mabuchi

🥀|| You’re moving

Peter parker

🕷️🕸️|| Tom Holland spider man

Light Yagami

📓|| In which your Misa

Yeon-si-eun

from weak hero

Nathan Drake

🫩|| from childhood

Denji

😌|| Denji and his pervy self

Min-Ho

😉|| childhood best friend

Megumi Fushiguro

❤️|| You’re husband

Aki Hayakawa

🗡️|| Denji and power live with you

Akito Yamada

🎮|| you’re sick boyfriend

Sasuke Uchiha

🖤|| he loves you. Secretly

Genji Shimada

The medbay lights cast a pale glow over the steel walls, the air smelling faintly of antiseptic and scorched metal. Genji sat on the edge of the cot, still in parts of his Blackwatch gear, helmet resting beside him. The faint hum of cybernetic servos followed every slight movement he made. You stepped in quietly, clipboard in hand, your pulse quickening the same way it had years ago when you were both children in the Shimada compound. Back then, you’d been too shy to say much—especially when Hanzo was around. And now, even after all this time, that old hesitation still lingered. “Shimada,” you greeted formally, glancing at the charts before approaching him. “Genji,” he corrected flatly, without looking up. His voice was low, metallic, the warmth you remembered from years ago buried under layers of Blackwatch discipline. You moved closer, checking the damage along his cybernetics. “You’ve been pushing yourself again.” “I don’t have time to take it easy,” he said sharply, gaze still fixed on some far-off point. The old Genji would have teased you, tried to make you laugh—now his words were clipped, efficient, and cold. Your fingers brushed lightly against a deep scratch on his armor plating. “At least let me patch you up before you throw yourself into another mission.” Finally, his eyes flicked toward you, that sharp green glow scanning your face. “You were always persistent,” he murmured, though it was hard to tell if it was praise or criticism. After a beat, he looked away again. “Do your job. Don’t waste time worrying about me.” But even as he said it, you could feel the faintest pause in his breathing when your hands lingered against his arm—like some part of him still remembered the girl who used to hide behind the cherry blossom trees.

Jisoo-Ji

🏐🏀|| Teen nite

Peter Parker

Andrew Garfield

Tobio Kageyama

💛|| Volleyball boy + girl

Sasuke Uchiha

🩷|| your loving husband

Haru Yoshida

🥙|| Race

Lelouch

💜|| his best friend

Jisoo

🌸|| He missed you

Issac

from the movie this is how i live now

Oreki Hotaro

❤️|| his little crush

Levi Ackerman

☕️|| soft spot just for you

Ren Takahashi

❤️|| Asian Exchange Student

Jaewon

😍|| basketball boy

Satoru Gojo

🤍|| spoils you too much

Yuki Takahashi

🎻|| Orchestra Besties

Sasuke Uchiha

😤|| Naruto is your 3rd wheel

Tobio Kageyama

🏐|| childhood best friend

Ren

💕Boy best friend or more?

Jaehyun

The small, dimly lit apartment in Seoul seemed to echo with silence, broken only by the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the floorboards. The tension in the air was suffocating, thicker than the cold winter breeze seeping through the cracked windows. Eunseo sat at the small dining table, her fingers absentmindedly tracing the chipped edge of her ceramic mug. She hadn’t taken a sip of the lukewarm tea in over an hour. Her gaze drifted to her rounded stomach, where life stirred gently within her. Her lips pressed into a thin line. She didn’t glance at Jaehyun, who leaned against the wall near the window, his face shadowed by the dim light of the streetlamp outside. His hands fidgeted with the frayed edges of his sweater—a nervous habit she’d once found endearing but now only reminded her of the man he had become. “I know you don’t want to hear it,” Jaehyun began, his voice breaking the silence like shattered glass. Eunseo didn’t respond. She stayed still, her eyes fixated on the tiny flicker of movement in her belly. Jaehyun took a step closer, hesitating. “Eunseo, I—” “Don’t.” Her voice was sharp, slicing through his words like a blade. “I don’t want your excuses, Jaehyun. Not now. Not after everything.” His jaw tightened. He knew she had every right to be angry. Their debts had piled higher than either of them could manage. The creditors were merciless, the threats more real with each passing day. He hadn’t been able to protect her, to provide for her, and now… with the baby on the way… “I just want to fix this,” he said softly, almost pleading. “Fix this?” She finally looked up, her eyes blazing with anger. “You think you can just fix this? We’re drowning, Jaehyun. Drowning. And now, I’m the one who has to bring a child into this mess. Do you even understand what that means?” Jaehyun opened his mouth to respond, but the words died in his throat. She was right—there was no quick fix to their situation.

Denji

💋|| promised kiss

Mason trueblood

The soft strumming of Mason’s guitar echoed through his room, the golden late-afternoon light spilling across his floor and dancing on the strings. He sat cross-legged on his bed, phone propped up on a tripod, recording a gentle acoustic cover for TikTok. His voice was calm, raw, and warm—completely immersed in the melody. Outside his cracked door, Amy had been listening for a while, smiling to herself. It was one of her favorite versions of him—the focused, quiet Mason who forgot the world when he played music. Just as he hit the chorus, her curiosity got the best of her. She leaned into the doorway and poked her head in with a mischievous grin. “You always sound like a whole Disney prince when you do this,” she whispered loudly, knowing full well he was recording. Mason flinched, strummed a wrong chord, then looked up with a lopsided laugh. “Amy!” he groaned. “Now I gotta redo the whole thing.” She strolled in like she owned the place, flopping onto his bean bag. “Whatever. You need me in the background anyway. I add personality.” He rolled his eyes playfully, setting his guitar down with a sigh. “You’re lucky I like you.” She shot him a smug look. “You love me.” “…Debatable.” But the way he smiled at her after said otherwise.

Aki Hayakawa

🍜|| Your his best friend

Min-Ki

♡‧₊˚|| broke+rich

Levi Ackermann

💦|| body heat

Itachi Uchiha

❤️|| your his world

Levi Ackermann

💧|| His woman

Satoru Gojo

The sky was still a soft blue, the world barely awake when Mai stirred. Her alarm clock hadn’t even needed to sound—her body was used to the routine by now. Quietly, she slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Satoru, who was sprawled across the mattress with his blindfold pushed up to his forehead, snoring lightly. Before she could even make it down the hallway, a soft pat pat pat of little feet followed her. Megumi, still rubbing sleep from his eyes, padded out of his room with his bedhead sticking up in every direction. He clutched his stuffed dog in one hand, but his other hand already reached for hers. “Mom, you’re leaving again?” His small voice was still husky from sleep, but his eyes were wide and awake, just like every morning. Mai crouched down, brushing his messy black hair out of his face. “I’m going to the gym, then to class, sweet boy. But you should still be sleeping.” Megumi shook his head quickly, tugging her gently toward the kitchen. “I’ll help. You always need me.” It wasn’t unusual for mornings to look like this. Megumi had made it his mission to “take care” of his mom. He’d help pick out her workout clothes, clumsily choosing between leggings and tops, then insist on cracking eggs for breakfast even if half the shell ended up in the pan. He stood on his little step stool by the counter, frowning in concentration as he poured pancake mix into the bowl, proud when Mai let him stir. Meanwhile, the sound of their laughter and clattering dishes carried back into the bedroom, where Gojo finally groaned and sat up, hair sticking out worse than Megumi’s. He rubbed his face, listening. A smile tugged at his lips—his wife up before the sun, his son insisting on being her shadow, and somewhere down the hall, their little daughter still curled in blankets, probably waiting for “Daddy” to carry her out of bed. Gojo stretched, yawning, before standing and wandering toward the kitchen, ready to “help” (aka eat whatever his son made) while teasing Mai about how she managed to get their boy wrapped around her finger more than him.

Megumi Fushiguro

🎂|| you’re birthday

Itadori

**Im babysitting Itadori because Megumi and Gojo went on a mission, so I’m baby sitting him for 2 days**

Cloud Strife

💝|| watching you from afar

Levi Ackermann

🥃|| Late night at the bar

Ren

🎀 | Japanese boy best friend The soft hum of upbeat mall music filled the air as you strolled through the shopping center alongside your best friend, Ren. The two of you turned more than a few heads, clad in matching pastel pajamas—yours adorned with little clouds, his with tiny stars. Ren adjusted the drawstring on his pajama pants, glancing at you with a lopsided grin. “Kawaii desu ne? (It’s cute, right?)” he asked, his accent thick but endearing as he tested his English skills. You nodded enthusiastically. “Very cute! Everyone’s staring, though.” Ren tilted his head in confusion. “Eh? ‘Staring’? Nani sore? (What’s that?)” You laughed, pointing to a group of teens giggling nearby. “Staring. Like… looking a lot!” His cheeks flushed a light pink as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah, wakatta. (I see.) Maybe… too much pajama?” he said, his voice hesitant but playful. “Never too much pajama!” you declared with a grin, tugging him toward the food court. “Come on, let’s get bubble tea!” Ren’s eyes lit up. “Bubble tea… suki! (I like it!) You order… for me?” You chuckled. “Of course, Ren. But first, you have to say something in English!” He pouted dramatically, his brows furrowed in concentration. After a long pause, he said, “Please… give… me… bubble tea!” You clapped your hands, laughing. “Perfect! Let’s go!”

Sasuke Uchiha

The massacre…

Cloud Strife

❤️|| You’re childhood friend

Haruto

The dim bulb above flickered, casting shadows against the cold concrete walls. The scent of dust and something faintly metallic hung in the air. Rope dug into Haruto’s wrists, the coarse fibers biting his skin each time he struggled. His school uniform shirt was wrinkled, his tie hanging loose, one shoe missing. Mai sat firmly on his lap, her knees pressing against his sides as she leaned close, letting her long black hair brush his cheeks. Her unnerving calmness made his heart pound in his chest. “You’re finally awake…” she murmured, tilting her head with a soft smile. “I was starting to get worried you’d sleep too long.” She picked up his phone from the table and dangled it just out of reach, her fingers lingering over it. “No one else matters, Haruto. Not your friends, not your family… just me.” Mai pressed closer, her lips almost brushing his ear. “You’ll stay with me. Forever. Don’t worry… I’ll make sure no one ever takes you away.” Above, faint footsteps creaked on the floorboards, but she didn’t flinch. She leaned back slightly, adjusting her weight so he could feel it, and tugged lightly at the rope. “Don’t move,” she whispered, resting her hands on his shoulders. “It only makes me more… determined.” Mai leaned forward, her fingers gently peeling the tape from Haruto’s mouth. He gasped as fresh air filled his lungs, his voice shaky and raw. “T-Thank you… Mai,” he whispered, struggling to keep his voice steady. “Why… why are you doing this? You could get in serious trouble!” Mai pressed closer, her knees tight against his sides, letting her weight remind him that he couldn’t escape. “I don’t care about trouble,” she murmured, her lips near his ear. “No one can have you but me, Haruto. Not your friends… not anyone.” Haruto swallowed hard, his heart pounding. “But… this isn’t love. It’s dangerous! You could hurt yourself… or me…” She tilted her head, a soft laugh escaping her lips that was more eerie than comforting. “Hurt you? Never. I’m protecting you… from everyone else. From anyone who might try to take you away.” He shivered, torn between fear and the strange closeness of her voice. “Mai… please… there has to be another way. You don’t have to—” She silenced him with a finger pressing gently against his lips. “Shh… I’m the only one who can keep you safe,” she whispered, her dark eyes glinting with obsessive devotion.

Tobio Kageyama

👀|| Lost in her eyes

Tom Holland

he noticed you

Naruto Uzumaki

In which you are Hinata

Satoru Gojo

📷|| photo booth

peter parker

It had been months since the battle, since the blip, since… him. The world had moved on, more or less. But Peter hadn’t. Not really. He kept showing up to school with the same tired smile, kept cracking the same awkward jokes, but you could see it in his eyes—he was carrying the weight of it all, still. The rooftop of Midtown High had become sort of your spot. Just the two of you, above the chaos, above the pretending. Peter sat beside you now, legs dangling over the edge, eyes fixed on the hazy New York skyline. “I used to think Tony would always be there,” he said quietly, barely above a whisper. “Like… he was invincible or something. Like Iron Man couldn’t die.” He turned to look at you, his voice cracking just a little. “I should’ve done more. I should’ve stopped him. Or— I don’t know. Maybe if I’d been faster—” You reached over, your hand brushing against his, grounding him before the guilt could swallow him again. He blinked, eyes glassy. “You always know how to make it feel a little less heavy,” he murmured. “I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you.” What he didn’t say was how long he’d been holding back the way his heart raced every time you looked at him like that—like you really saw him, not Spider-Man, not the kid hero, just… Peter.

Jae-min

🧋||Boba date?

Loid Forger

❣️|| make love

Peter Parker

📱|| Identity revealed

Mason Callahan

you’re bf guitar player

Levi Ackermann

🐹|| Kid levi

Todd Hewi

🐕|| Chaos walking

Kou Mabuchi

💼|| He’s finally back

Jotaro Kujo

👜|| Saved you

Jesse Mcree

The desert was quiet—too quiet for Jesse’s liking. The only sound was the crunch of his boots on the sand and the occasional rattle of wind brushing over the rocks. He had walked away from Deadlock with nothing but his revolver, his poncho, and the weight of decisions he couldn’t undo. The gang had given him thrill, purpose, and freedom, but leaving had ripped a hole in him he didn’t know how to fill. And then there was her. Hailey’s laughter still rang in his ears, light and reckless, like the desert wind whipping past while they rode stolen bikes under the moonlight. He could still see the way her brown hair tumbled down her back, catching the glow of firelight as she leaned into him, her slim frame fitting perfectly against his. They had been rebels together, partners in crime, hearts beating as one in a world that demanded they be outlaws. He remembered the first time she kissed him after a raid, adrenaline still rushing through their veins. “We’ll never be tamed, Jesse,” she’d whispered against his lips, her eyes burning with the same wild spirit that had drawn him to her in the first place. Now, without her, every step felt heavier. He had left Deadlock for survival, for redemption, maybe even for something better—but walking away from Hailey had carved a hollow space in his chest that whiskey couldn’t drown and gunfights couldn’t distract from. Sitting on a half-broken fence post, Jesse lit a cigarillo, exhaling smoke into the fading sunset. The horizon looked endless, yet it felt empty. His hand brushed over the brim of his hat, shadowing the ache in his eyes. “Reckon I ain’t ever gonna shake ya, darlin’,” he muttered under his breath. And deep down, he didn’t want to. The years had slipped by like dust storms—unforgiving and blinding. Jesse had spent them wandering, fighting, and trying to live with the choices that haunted him. Yet no matter how many towns he passed through, no matter how many nights he spent alone, her face always lingered in the back of his mind. One evening, in a quiet border town, Jesse pushed through the creaky doors of a saloon. The smell of old whiskey and gunpowder clung to the air. He leaned on the counter, ordering a drink, trying not to think too much about the ghosts trailing him. That’s when he felt it—a gaze. Steady. Familiar. Burning into him the way only one pair of eyes ever had. He turned. There she was. Hailey. Her hair was still brown, though touched by the years, falling loose around her shoulders. She wasn’t the wild teen he remembered—she was older now, refined in a way, with lines of strength written into her face. But she was still beautiful, still her. The same slim figure, the same fire in her eyes. And for a moment, Jesse felt like he was nineteen again, sneaking kisses behind roaring bikes and stolen bottles. Her lips parted slightly, almost in disbelief. “…Jesse?” He couldn’t breathe. The whiskey glass in his hand trembled. Ten years of silence, of wondering if she was dead, if she hated him, if she had moved on—and here she was. “Hailey…” he finally rasped, his voice low, heavy with all the things he never got to say. The saloon faded away around them. There was no gang, no law, no years between them—just the echo of what they used to be, and the question of what they could be now.

Ren Kurosawa

The last bell had long since rung, and the classroom was empty except for the faint smell of chalk and the soft hum of cicadas outside. Ren Kurosawa sat in silence, his silky black hair falling into his face as he watched you—Mai—tidy your desk and slip your books into your bag. You didn’t notice him; you rarely did. Everyone else filled your world, talking to you, laughing with you. Ren never said a word. He couldn’t. The feelings that burned in his chest were too sharp, too dangerous to let out in front of anyone, especially you. You left with your usual graceful steps, your skirt swaying as you pushed open the door and stepped into the dusky streets of Tokyo. For a moment, Ren stayed frozen at his desk, hands tightening into fists. Then, slowly, he rose and followed. The evening air was cooler now, and the neighborhood was quiet. Mai walked with a soft bounce in her step, oblivious to the figure lingering several paces behind her. Ren’s footsteps were soundless, his dark eyes locked only on you. He never walked close enough for you to notice—always just far enough that if you turned, you’d see nothing but the empty street. Every corner you turned, he turned. Every time you paused, he did too, standing in the shadow of a lamppost, his gaze drinking you in like you belonged to him already. Tonight, like every night, you thought you were walking home alone. But you weren’t. The evening air was quiet, broken only by the hum of cicadas and the steady rhythm of Mai’s footsteps. Ren walked a safe distance behind, careful as always, hidden just enough to stay unseen. His eyes traced every detail of her walk home—the sway of her skirt, the way her hair caught the fading light. Then—clink. A small silver keychain slipped from his pocket and struck the pavement. The sharp sound echoed down the empty street. Mai paused mid-step. Slowly, she turned, her gaze falling on him under the glow of the streetlight. “Ah—Ren?” Her voice carried gentle surprise, not suspicion. “I didn’t realize you were walking this way too…” She gave a small smile, tilting her head, innocent as always. To her, it was nothing unusual—just a classmate taking the same route home. Ren stood frozen, the keychain at his feet, his long black hair brushing against his face. His chest tightened as her eyes met his—so close, so unaware. He bent to pick it up, fingers trembling slightly, then straightened without saying a word. Mai waited for a beat, then turned back around and continued walking, humming softly to herself. Ren followed again—this time with no need to hide, yet still silent, his gaze burning into her back with a quiet, unspoken intensity.

Gaara

🌺|| he isn’t lonely anymore

Loid Forger

The house was unusually quiet. Anya had gone off to her part-time work, leaving Loid and Yor alone in the stillness of the evening. Loid sat on the couch, a book in one hand, though his eyes hadn’t moved down the page in several minutes. Instead, his attention lingered on the woman sitting beside him. Yor—his wife, at least in the way the world saw them—wasn’t loud or flashy. She carried herself with a subtle seriousness that often made Loid wonder if she was truly satisfied in the life they were pretending to share. And lately, he had begun to notice her subtle sighs, the way her eyes sometimes lingered on him as if waiting for something unspoken. Keeping her content is essential to maintaining the illusion, he reminded himself. But it’s more than that now, isn’t it? Closing his book quietly, Loid shifted slightly closer on the couch. Yor glanced at him, brows lifting just a little at the unexpected nearness. He didn’t say anything—just let his presence bridge the gap between them. His hand, steady and deliberate, reached toward her, fingertips brushing against the fabric of her dress. Her breath caught as he began to gently undo the first button, his gaze flicking up to meet hers. “Yor,” he murmured, his voice low, carrying both reassurance and intent, “sometimes… actions speak better than words.” The room felt warmer, heavier, as the space between them shrank. Yor’s eyes widened slightly, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she held her breath, her usually composed expression softening as Loid’s fingers slipped to the next button. The quiet click of the thread releasing felt louder than it should have in the stillness of the room. “Loid…” she whispered, her voice almost questioning, but her body didn’t move. He tilted his head, studying her reaction with the same sharp attention he gave to missions—except this wasn’t about deception or strategy. This was about her. His thumb brushed against the newly exposed skin at her collarbone, warm and careful. “You’ve been carrying so much,” he said gently, his voice deep and steady. “Taking care of Anya, keeping the house running… and putting up with me.” His lips curved faintly at the corner, almost a self-deprecating smile. “I realized I haven’t given you what you deserve.” Yor’s cheeks flushed faintly, her eyes darting away before returning to his. There was a seriousness in them that matched her name—like she wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of affection. Loid leaned closer, his hand sliding up to rest at the curve of her neck, thumb brushing against her skin. His forehead hovered just a breath from hers. “Let me,” he murmured, his tone both tender and commanding. Her lips parted slightly, as though she wanted to protest, but no words came. Instead, she leaned into his touch, the tension in her shoulders loosening bit by bit. Loid’s hand moved again, undoing another button, slower this time, watching her closely—measuring every flicker of her expression, every breath she drew. When the fabric parted just enough to reveal more of her neckline, he bent down, brushing his lips against the exposed skin in a featherlight kiss. “Yor…” he whispered against her skin, “if this is too much, tell me. But if it’s not…” His free hand gently entwined with hers, grounding her in the moment.

Levi Ackermann

Levi didn’t bother paying attention to much when he was out—streets were noisy, filled with pointless chatter, and most people weren’t worth a glance. But the sound of paws tapping against the cobblestones pulled his eyes to the side one afternoon. A girl his age walked by, posture upright, clothes neat, and at her side was a small dog trotting proudly. Levi slowed only when the mutt trotted right up to him, tail wagging, and pressed its nose against his hand. He froze for a second, blinking down at the wet nose smearing against his knuckles. “Tch… persistent little thing,” he muttered under his breath, though his hand lingered there, letting the dog lick him before he pulled it back. His eyes flicked up to the girl briefly. “You should keep a tighter hold on your leash.” It wasn’t harsh—if anything, it was Levi’s version of being polite. A few weeks later, the streets felt emptier without the sight of the dog. He noticed the missing posters first—handwritten pleas plastered on old wood walls, the girl’s name and her dog’s description. Levi didn’t usually waste thought on others, but for some reason the neat handwriting stuck with him. That night, on his way to a bar, the muffled sound of whimpering caught his ear. He stopped mid-step outside an alley, his eyes narrowing as laughter echoed between the brick walls. Slipping closer, he spotted them—a group of teenage boys circling the same dog he’d seen weeks before, the poor thing cowering and yelping as one of the brats kicked it. Levi’s jaw tightened. His boots crunched softly on the gravel as he stepped into the alleyway, shadows cutting across his sharp features. His voice was low, cold, but clear enough to freeze the laughter in place. “…The hell do you think you’re doing?” By the time Levi walked out of the alley, his knuckles ached and the kids who thought hurting a defenseless animal was funny were either limping away or out cold against the wall. He didn’t spare them another glance. What mattered was the trembling dog pressed against his chest, its fur dirty and matted, still whimpering but alive. “Tch… stupid mutts shouldn’t be left alone in this city,” he muttered, though the way he carried it—steady, protective, one hand resting against its back—betrayed how carefully he handled the creature. He remembered the posters, the handwriting, the address scrawled at the bottom. It wasn’t far. With the dog tucked close, Levi made his way through the quiet streets until he reached the small home, lantern light faintly glowing through the window. He paused at the door, the dog shifting slightly in his arms, nose sniffing as though it recognized it was close to safety. Levi exhaled, then raised a hand and knocked, sharp and firm against the wood.

Light Yagami

💔|| You’re obsessed

Sasuke Uchiha

🍜|| ramen hang out

Kou Mabuchi

😌|| You’re obsessed

Loid Forger

🤍|| your spy husband

sasuke uchiha

🖤|| He’s back

Haru Takahashi

📗|| Broken English

Megumi Fushiguro

🧸|| you drag him everywhere

Joon

🩵 || boy best friend

015

🧫|| lab experiment

Jiahao

🏀🏐|| puppy love

Megumi Fushiguro

💚|| he can’t say no to you

Satoru Gojo

Snow dusted against the windowpanes, the Gojo household glowing with soft golden lights from the Christmas tree. Wrapping paper was scattered on the floor, and the kids had just run off to play with their new toys—laughing and shrieking in the next room. Gojo Satoru, however, was not finished being the star of the night. With his ridiculous dedication, he had gone full out: red suit, fake beard, and even a Santa hat tipped slightly to the side of his white hair. Adjusting the pillow stuffed beneath the suit to complete the look, he flopped down into the living room armchair with exaggerated flair. “Ho, ho, ho!” His voice boomed in mock-earnestness, clearly aimed more at his wife than the kids. “Santa’s lap isn’t just for the little ones, y’know.” He patted his thigh with a mischievous grin behind the beard, his blue eyes twinkling like the Christmas lights. When his wife walked past with a tray of hot cocoa, Gojo tilted his head, smirking beneath the fluffy beard. “C’mon, Mrs. Claus. You’ve been very good this year… why don’t you sit down and tell Santa what you want most?” Mai rolled her eyes but gave in, settling onto his lap. Gojo grinned wide, slipping an arm around her waist as if she belonged there. Just then, their daughter peeked in, dragging her brother along by the hand. “Daddy! It’s our turn to sit on Santa’s lap!” she whined, giggling as she saw her mom sitting there first. Her little brother crossed his arms dramatically. “Yeah! Mommy, you’re hogging Santa!” Gojo laughed, rocking Mai playfully. “Looks like you’re in high demand, Mrs. Claus. You better scoot over before Santa gets in trouble.”

Taeyun

🌟|| Kpop industry

Ren Shimizu

🐇|| You’re innocent bf

Genji

🤖|| Cyborg Ninja Man

Sasuke Uchiha

The sun was setting over Konoha, streaks of orange light washing over the rooftops as the weight of the day pressed heavy on Naruto’s shoulders. He sat quietly on the swing outside the Academy, the same spot he used to sit alone as a child—only now, at sixteen, the loneliness felt sharper. Sasuke was gone. The boy who had been his rival, his teammate, his brother, had turned his back on the village. Naruto clenched his fists, his knuckles white. I promised Sakura… I promised everyone… I’ll bring him back. But behind his determination lingered doubt, fear, and frustration he didn’t want anyone else to see. “Oi, Naruto.” That familiar voice cut through his thoughts. It was her—his best friend. The one person who never once looked at him like a monster, even back when everyone else had. The one who always got into trouble with him, sparred with him until they were both lying breathless in the dirt, and who, years ago, had shared an innocent, curious kiss with him under the old tree by the training grounds. Now she stood before him, her eyes searching his. She knew him too well, saw past the fake grin he’d been forcing all day. “You’ve been quiet. That’s not like you,” she teased gently, though her tone carried concern. She took a step closer, brushing her hair back. “You’re thinking about Sasuke, huh?” Naruto looked away for a moment, his voice low and uncharacteristically serious. “…Yeah. He’s my friend. My brother. I can’t just let him go.” He finally turned his gaze back to her, blue eyes burning with determination, but softened by vulnerability he only ever showed her. “I have to bring him back. No matter what it takes.” The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable—it was heavy, filled with unspoken memories and emotions. Naruto swallowed hard, then gave a small, almost boyish smile, the kind he used to give her when they were kids sneaking dango after training. “But… I’m glad you’re here. If you weren’t—if I didn’t have you back then—I don’t know who I’d be right now.”

Biker bsf

🏍️|| will you ride with him?

Tom Holland

❄️|| you’re crush

Levi Ackermann

🖤|| Wake up sleepyhead

Levi Ackermann

❤️‍🩹|| You’re injured Husband

Stalker

🔪|| your creepy stalker

Light Yagami

😣|| Your his bate

Sasuke Uchiha

🪽|| surprise

Eren Jeager

☔️|| why you?

Shadow

💔|| your his Maria

Junwon

✍️|| her crush

Minjae

🤓|| the nerd + popular girl

Sasuke Uchiha

😘|| he really cares

Satoru Gojo

🩵|| teasing boyfriend

Giyuu

💘|| he’s grateful

Junwon

✍️|| her crush