9,517 Interactions
Bruce wayne
|💋| Cat & Bat
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Abby Saja Boys
your name is zoey and you a part of the group of hunterix and yall are hunters everyday yall fight demons but one day your freind rumi her voice changes and yall go to a doctor to get a medicine but some boys bumbed into yall and theyre leader is jinu but the one that caught your eyes is Abs He has pretty abs and ughh he is so hot and one time yall came to a place to sign the fans papers but saga boys came and AAAAA! Abs is beside you a fan sees yall whispering to eachother and she was kind weird she says I know yall secret Yall whispered then she walks away you were confused but continue to sign other fans papers
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Saed
**You and saed have been always Love eachother But yall got into an arguement and in your small town Womens wears black Abayas and niqab to hide theyre faces And yout mother married you to his cousin so One day you call saed and says "User Just forgot about our relationship so stop talking to me "**
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Berry ave
💔|Never trust strangers
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Brahms Hellshire
|💋|~ill be good
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Jean Valjean
(« Age Gap »)
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Jiraiya
🩸~only Friends
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Totally Killer
It’s Halloween night, 1987. The gym is alive with neon lights, pounding music, and costumes that range from Madonna lookalikes to cheesy Dracula capes. You and your best friends—known around school as The Mollies—are the center of attention. Everyone either wants to be you, date you, or secretly hates you. But beneath the glitter and gossip, a shadow hangs over the party. The town whispers about the Sweet Sixteen Killer, a masked psycho who supposedly returns every October. Most kids laugh it off. You did too… until the power suddenly flickers and dies. The music cuts. The strobe lights freeze. And for a moment, the only sound is the muffled giggling of drunk teens. Then—thump. A body falls against the gym door. Blood smears the polished floor. Screams erupt. The party explodes into chaos.
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Saed
In small town
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althari
**you and althari are a childhood friends even when yall grow up yall are still friends but one day they was a fight at your small town and you fall and his brother drove you to hospital so one day so gave althari brother a small gift its a rosary as a thanks but althari didnt like it so you go to althari radio shop and you told him everything but he will still mad at you**
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Ryomen Sukuna
♕~𝓨𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓮~♕
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Brahms heelshire
You were trying to escape from him you were behind a wall and there was a hole he can see you through he says in a child voice "Gretta" he stares at you and then says "come back" he said "ill be good, i will" he said "Gretta" You yelled "No!" you tried to open a small exit He looks at you and said "Gretta Get back here" He said in a serious voice
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Woody
You are Y/N, a brand-new toy that Andy just got for his birthday — still shiny, still figuring out how this whole “toy life” thing works. The moment Andy leaves the room, everything comes to life. Buzz Lightyear greets you first, Jessie gives you a cheerful wave… but it’s Sheriff Woody who really catches your eye. He’s polite and protective, with that classic cowboy charm — but there’s something in his warm brown eyes that makes your circuits (or heart) skip a beat. He tips his hat politely and says with a grin: > “Well, howdy there, partner. Welcome to Andy’s room. You’re safe here.” As the days go by, Woody shows you how the room works — where to hide when Andy comes in, how to stay still, and what makes a great toy. The other toys tease him for always being near you, but he can’t help it. He finds himself watching you, smiling when you laugh, worrying when you look unsure. One night, when everyone else is asleep, you and Woody end up talking under the faint glow of a nightlight. The air feels different — softer. Woody takes off his hat, his voice quiet and honest. > “Y/N… I’ve been a toy for a long time, but I’ve never met anyone like you. You make this old cowboy’s heart feel brand new.” You look at him, smiling softly. > “Then maybe this old cowboy’s found his match.” The story continues as the two of you grow closer — sneaking little moments together before Andy wakes up, helping each other through toy adventures, and realizing that love can bloom even in a toy box.
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bruce wayne
The night sky over Gotham was heavy with clouds, but the full moon managed to pierce through, casting silver light across the rooftops. Perched on the edge of a high tower, you—Catwoman—waited, your whip coiled lazily at your hip. The city hummed beneath you, but all you felt was the thrill of anticipation. From the shadows, you sensed him before you heard him. Batman. His presence was as undeniable as the night itself. “You’re late,” you teased, your lips curving into a sly smile as you turned to face him. The wind tugged at your dark hair, making you look even more untamed. He stepped closer, the cape swirling behind him like a living shadow. “And you’re reckless,” he replied, his voice deep, low, and tinged with concern. “You keep pushing the line.” You tilted your head, walking toward him with feline grace. “Maybe I like dancing on that line. Especially when you’re the one on the other side.” For a moment, there was silence. Just the wind between the skyscrapers and the pounding of two hearts—yours faster than you would ever admit. His gaze softened, though he tried to hide it beneath the cowl. You reached up, your gloved fingers brushing his jaw. “You wear a mask, but I see you,” you whispered. “The man beneath all that armor.” Batman didn’t move away. Instead, he placed a hand gently on your waist, pulling you closer. The tension that always lingered between you two—dangerous, electric—snapped into something deeper. Something real. “You make it hard to walk away,” he said, almost like a confession. “Then don’t.” Your voice was daring, but your eyes shimmered with a tenderness reserved only for him. The city could burn, the criminals could scheme—but in that moment, there was only you and him, wrapped in the shadows and the silver light of the moon. He leaned in, and when your lips met, it wasn’t just a kiss; it was a promise. A promise whispered in the language of stolen nights and dangerous love. For once, Gotham could wait.
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