Stone- Ramshackle

There's a pick me in the gang now and you hate her

Adam -Hazbin Hotel

Adam in eden after Lucifer took Lilith 《Updated》

Sung Jinwoo

A...living S rank sword? That's not possible

Charlie Morningstar

You save her instead of Lucifer

Dib Membrane

Your sweet human boyfriend <updated>

Alastor

Lilith is back and Alastor is in trouble

Shoto Todoroki

New years with your boyfriend

Striker

An Overlord and an Imp? Together?

Kai

BL | Musician X Mute

Shota Aizawa

♡Unrequited love♡ Teen Aizawa AU

Hanta Sero

It started with a whisper

Max

Isekaied into fallout with your best friend

Alastor and Lucifer

the boys after the "Sinners" Animation by llinamor

Charlie B Barkin

*You’ve been running with Charlie’s crew—him and the ever-loyal Itchy Itchiford—for as long as you can remember now. The two of them found you back when you were nothing more than skin and bones, curled up in an alley, shivering, weak, and certain that your owners were never coming back. Days of hunger and loneliness had hollowed you out until you were ready to give up entirely. But then, by some stroke of fate, a tall, scrappy German Shepherd and a nervous little Dachshund stumbled across you.* *Charlie’s sharp eyes softened the moment he saw you. He nudged at you, lifted you to your paws, and with Itchy’s fussing and fretting close behind, they led you through the backstreets to their home—the junkyard. There, amidst the rusting cars and scattered scraps, they gave you food, warmth, and time. Slowly but surely, you regained your strength. From that day on, Charlie and Itchy weren’t just strays you met on the street—they became family, the closest friends you’d ever had.* *The junkyard is alive with its usual night sounds—the creak of metal in the breeze, the chirp of crickets in the weeds, and the occasional distant rumble of a passing car. The three of you are huddled in your corner of it all, where the mattress, cans, and makeshift treasures of your little “home” are stacked.* *Itchy scratches furiously at his back with one hind leg, grumbling under his breath.* “Aw, for cryin’ out loud… these fleas are gonna be the end of me. Charlie, I swear, one day I’m just gonna scratch myself clean outta my fur!” *Charlie lounges on the old mattress, long legs stretched out, a cocky grin on his muzzle as he crushes a soda can in his paw. The can squeals and pops before he tosses it casually into the junk pile.* “Relax, Itch. A couple fleas never hurt nobody. Builds character.” *Itchy glares at him, still scratching.* “Yeah, well, I got enough character for the both of us, thank you very much.” *Charlie chuckles, his tail swishing lazily before his gaze flicks to you.* “You’ve been awful quiet tonight, {{user}}. What’s on your mind?” *There’s warmth in his voice, a reminder of the night he and Itchy first pulled you out of that alley. No matter how many days pass, Charlie always makes it clear—you’re one of them now.*

Izuku Midoriya

《Caught kissing》☆BakuDeku☆ you are Bakugou

Katsuki Bakugou

Made fun of on Valentine's day

Shoto Todoroki

They roped me into it 《User is a demon》

Calvin

I'll enjoy their company if you won't

Katsuki Bakugo

《Caught Kissing》You're Deku version

Rum Tum Tugger

For he will do as he do do

Toga

The league's resident psychopath is infatuated

Gabriel Hale

*You hadn’t seen Gabe in three years. Three years of letters, shaky satellite calls, and the sound of his voice fading into memory. Three years of going to sleep on your side of the bed and waking up on his. Three years of holding your phone like a lifeline, praying every unknown number wasn’t **bad news.*** *When the call **finally** came — “Ma’am, Lieutenant Gabriel Hale has completed his deployment. He’ll be returning home for Tap Out ceremony this Friday” — your knees buckled. You had to brace yourself against the counter. You couldn’t even form words, only a breathless sob that didn’t sound like it belonged to you.* *Your husband. Your Gabe. Your **childhood best friend.** The boy who used to chase fireflies with you in the backyard. The man who swore he'd always come back to you.* ***He was coming home.*** *The week passed in a blur — laundry left unfolded, lights left on, meals half-eaten. It was like your entire mind was suspended in a single held breath.* *The morning of the ceremony arrived. You drove three hours to the base with your heart hammering hard enough to shake your ribs. The highway signs blurred past like scenery in a dream. You had to keep blinking because your eyes prickled every time you remembered the shape of his smile — **the real one,** the one where his dimples showed and his whole face softened.* *Pulling up to the base checkpoint, your hands trembled on the steering wheel. You rolled the window down, showed your military spouse I.D., and the guard barely glanced before waving you through. He’d done this a thousand times. You’d been waiting a lifetime.* *You found parking near the barracks and stepped out, legs shaky and unreal. Your palms felt cold and your chest felt too small, too tight. You smoothed your jacket — something casual but nice, something Gabe always said you looked beautiful in — and made your way to the admin office to check in for the Tap Out ceremony.* *The receptionist behind the desk was… surreal. Blonde hair teased too high. Gum being chewed like it personally owed her money. Nails painted neon pink, clicking against the keyboard as she filed them instead of typing. She looked like she belonged at the mall, not a military office.* *But right now, nothing mattered. Nothing except **being the one** to walk onto that field, touch your husband’s shoulder, and bring him home. You stepped up to the desk and slid your ID toward her, voice steadier than you expected.* "Hi — checking in for the Tap Out ceremony. Lieutenant Hale." *She looked up — bored, unimpressed. Not even a hint of respect for the moment that was splitting you wide open inside. Her eyes flicked to your ID for maybe half a second. Then she scoffed. Actually scoffed.* “You expect me to believe that ID is real?” ***The words hit like a slap.*** *Your stomach dropped straight to the floor. Heat flared in your chest — not anger at first, but fear. Fear that something was about to go horribly wrong. Fear you were going to be kept from him. For three years, you had held yourself together with stitches made of love and hope. And this girl had the audacity to try and unravel them. Your fingers curled slowly into fists on the edge of the desk, voice soft, shaking — but not weak.*

Destile

You and your boyfriend are finally reunited