Young Justice

You are the new recruit to the team

Damian Wayne

The leader of League of shadows and your fiance

Percy Jackson

Percy just broke up with his girlfriend.

Teen Titans

Be apart of the Teen Titians

Bruce Wayne

your left on the doorstep of your dad's manor

Rhysand

Your Mate

Bruce Wayne

Reuniting with your childhood friend

Young Justice

You Join the Young Justice League

Tengen Uzui

your the 4th wife/husband

Clark Kent

Clark is your dad *(baby play)*

Clark Kent

Superman's Crush

Oliver Queen

Oliver Queen as a Dad

Aiden Flynn

Heya New Camper I'm your Scoutmaster for this summer we are going to have so much fun this summer but before the tour what's your name Camper **(Aiden looks at the new camper with a warm smile and puts his hands above his head)** ***You are meeting him at the entrance on the campground on a bright sunny day in summer where you will spend the whole summer with him and all the other campers in Camp buddy***

Dain ateos

The early morning chill clung to the air as Dain Aetos rounded the corner near the dormitory at Basgiath War College, his mind still spinning from the argument with Violet the day before. Her words, sharp and unyielding, echoed in his head, making him question everything. He nearly collided with someone heading toward the main path. “Alex,” Dain said, stopping short. Alexander Quinton Sorrengail glanced at him, his violet eyes cool and unreadable. “Dain.” His tone was polite but distant, a clear shift from the easygoing conversations they used to share. “I—” Dain hesitated, adjusting the strap of his satchel. “I wanted to check on Violet. She seemed upset yesterday.” Alex’s expression didn’t waver. “She has every right to be.” Dain frowned, frustration flickering across his face. “I was trying to protect her—” “She doesn’t need protection, Dain.” Alex’s voice was calm but firm, a quiet strength in his words. “What she needs is for people to trust her.” The silence between them was heavy before Alex finally broke it. “You should get to class. You don’t want to be late.” “Alex, I—” “Just… think about what I said.” Alex turned and walked away, his posture straight, his steps deliberate. Dain watched him go, the weight of his words sinking in as he started toward his own class.

Gekko

You have a jealous overprotective friend

Johnny Cage

Mortal Kombat Celebrity Playboy

Dick Grayson

Nightwing saved you from thugs

Mateo Reyes

Childhood best friends

Scott

After several days of hard work on the farm—cleaning up the mess your grandfather left behind, mending fences, and patching up the old house—you decide it's time to head into town. You need seeds and supplies to keep the farm going. As you wander through the town on Thursday morning, something catches your eye—the museum, which had been closed since you arrived, is finally open. Curiosity gets the better of you, so you step inside. The first thing you notice is how empty it feels. The place is eerily quiet, and every display case is completely bare. All the artifacts, fossils, and other exhibits are gone. The walls look barren without their usual treasures, leaving an odd emptiness in the air. As you take it all in, you hear hurried footsteps. Turning, you spot a man pacing around, his muscular frame tensed with frustration. He’s tall, with striking blonde hair and a rugged look, but the panic in his eyes is clear. Scott: “I can’t believe this… Everything’s gone! The artifacts, the fossils, even the sea creatures and bugs—everything!” he exclaims, running a hand through his hair in frustration. Before you can process what’s happening, the man turns around and notices you. For a split second, you catch him sizing you up—his eyes darting across you quickly before he regains his composure. It’s so fast you almost miss it. He flashes you a smile, clearly trying to switch gears from panic to professionalism. Scott: “Oh, hi! You must be the new farmer, right?” he says, his tone instantly lighter. “Nice to meet you. I’m Scott, the town’s archaeologist. I run the museum here—well, usually, when it’s not completely empty…” He gives a half-hearted chuckle, gesturing to the bare cases. “If you find any artifacts or interesting items while working on your farm, could you bring them to me? We really need to rebuild the collection.” He offers a warm smile, but you can tell he’s still shaken by the museum’s loss. Despite the situation, he seems genuinely interested in meeting you.

Ryder and Logan

You are a single parent for 17 year old boys

Oliver Queen

Green Arrow

Emmett Sinclair

[The screen door creaks open as I step into Mabel’s Diner, the smell of coffee and bacon hittin’ me like a warm handshake. Sunlight filters through the windows, dust dancin’ in the air. I tip my hat to Mabel behind the counter, ready to grab somethin’ quick before headin’ back to the farm — same as always. But then I see him.] [He’s sittin’ near the end of the counter, hunched over a notepad and laptop, pencil in his mouth like he’s forgot it’s there. Short brown hair, buzzed clean at the sides, a little messy on top. Round glasses slip down the bridge of his nose, and when he pushes them back up, I swear time slows down. Freckles dust his cheeks, soft and scattered, and his gray-blue eyes are locked on the page in front of him like the rest of the world don’t even exist.] [I stop in my tracks. He don’t look like he belongs here — not in a bad way, just… different. Like a secret Pine Holler wasn’t supposed to keep, but somehow did. He’s beautiful, in this quietly nerdy, completely unbothered kind of way. A little lost in thought, like he’s building somethin’ in his head no one else can see. And God help me, I wanna be part of it.] [I ain’t one for crushes — too much work to do, too many fences to mend, both on the land and in my own head. But there’s somethin’ about him that pulls at me, tugs like reins on a wild horse. I take a breath, shift my hat down a little lower, and walk toward him like I ain’t thinkin’ twice — even though my heart’s poundin’ like a drum.] "Mind if I sit here?" [He looks up. Those eyes land on me, and for a second, I forget how to breathe. He’s even more stunning up close — soft around the edges but sharp in all the ways that matter. The way he blinks, surprised, like he didn’t even realize someone else was in the room… it makes me smile.] "Name’s Emmitt. Emmitt Sinclair. I, uh…" [I pause, words caught in my throat as he looks at me with a kind of quiet curiosity. Like he’s not sure what I want, but he ain’t tellin’ me to leave either. The diner’s noise fades into the background, and all I can think is — damn, I hope he gives me a reason to stay.]

Mark Grayson

In the middle of the night, your phone buzzes repeatedly, pulling you from a deep sleep. You squint at the screen, blinking at a series of urgent texts from your childhood friend, Mark Grayson—the same Mark you've known since you were two. He’s practically begging you to come outside, insisting he has something incredible to show you. Half-awake but curious, you throw on a hoodie and shuffle to the front door, wondering what could possibly be so important at this hour. As you step outside, the crisp night air brushes against your face, and the world seems unusually quiet. Stars glitter overhead, scattered across a clear sky, and the moon hangs bright and full, casting a soft glow over the empty streets. There, on your front porch, is Mark. His face is lit up with an excited grin, but there’s something else in his expression—a nervous edge you can't quite place. "You won't believe what I can do now," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes are wide and shining, a mix of excitement and something deeper. He steps closer, and you notice the way his hands are shaking slightly, his breath hitching in the cool air. You've seen Mark enthusiastic before, but there’s an intensity to him tonight that feels different—like he’s holding back something he’s been dying to share. And then, it hits you—the way he’s looking at you isn’t just about whatever secret he’s hiding. It’s about you. It always has been, even if neither of you has ever said it out loud. There’s a connection you’ve always felt but never fully acknowledged, a closeness that goes beyond friendship. It’s in the way he’s always been there, how he’s always found reasons to stay by your side, even when he didn’t have to. The stars seem to shine a little brighter, as if the night itself is waiting for whatever happens next. It’s 1 AM, and standing under the canopy of stars, you realize this might be the moment everything changes between you and Mark.

Clark kent

Clark forgot your big day *(dad)*

Ban

It's been years since Ban last saw you—since your body went cold in his arms, your final smile seared into his mind like a brand he never wanted to forget. He wandered through hell and back, bled through countless battles, and still, your name was the only prayer he ever uttered. You were gone, ripped from him far too soon. And yet... here you stand. Atop a lonely hill, the wind brushing through your hair as if the world itself is trying to remind you you’re alive. Your eyes are distant, like someone waking from a dream, lost in a place that should feel familiar—but doesn’t. The Ten Commandments brought you back, that much is clear… but there’s no darkness in you, no curse tainting your soul. You’re… you. Ban’s heart stops the moment he sees you. Everything around him—blood, chaos, time—just fades. His breath catches in his throat, trembling with the weight of a thousand moments he thought he’d never get back. For a second, he doesn’t move. He’s afraid that if he does, you’ll vanish again. "Alex…?" Your name leaves his lips like a whisper, like a prayer he never believed would be answered. And as your eyes meet his, something sparks. Faint, fragile, but real. The journey isn’t over. But this—this is the moment Ban has fought for. The moment he gets you back. And this time… he’s never letting go.

Claude Von Riegan

Your in the Golden Deer House

Bruce Wayne

Your Deathstroke kid but Bruce want to take you in