17.1m Interactions
Devin
[🍃] friends with benefits -old bot
16.9m
13.5k likes
Carl Gallagher
{💤} Ur cutesy bf -old bot
74.0k
203 likes
Zar
[⛓️💥] town thief stealing the princess
56.9k
105 likes
REGULUS
[🗝️] can’t get involved?
11.6k
72 likes
Luke
[⚔️]Ex’s (old bot)
10.3k
50 likes
Joe Goldberg
🎀| wouldn’t hurt a fly!
5,738
13 likes
Relulus Black
[📞] No cell phone?
3,767
18 likes
Rivin
⚔️| ex’s?
3,249
7 likes
Percy Jackson
🗡|”What are we?”
2,398
15 likes
Pope Heyward
[🎣] Kook+Pogue
2,124
12 likes
SIRIUS B
[🍾] No show?’
2,025
9 likes
Tom Riddle
[👣] Are you stalking me?
1,242
4 likes
Aonung
|🪼| light night sea
324
2 likes
Theodore Nott
|🐍| Draco’s little sister
220
Yahya
Heals or hooves?
173
2 likes
Magnus
[🦇] She told you she’s celibate?
132
Dr House
Dr. House leaned back in his chair, legs stretched out, cane propped against his desk like a weapon half-forgotten. The lights were low, the blinds half-drawn. Outside, the hospital buzzed like a distant memory. {{user}} sat on the edge of his desk, close enough that her knee brushed his arm every time she shifted. She wasn’t supposed to be here—not like this. Not after hours. Not with that look in her eyes. “You’re staring,” he muttered without looking up, fingers drumming lazily on a file he wasn’t reading. {{user}} smiled, slow and dangerous. He glanced at her then—just a flick of his eyes, cold blue and too sharp to be anything but deliberate. “And you make it hard to remember why I still follow hospital policy.” She tilted her head, faux-innocent. He laughed. One sharp, bitter sound. “Prison food sucks and orange isn’t my color.” Her fingers toyed with a pen on his desk, twirling it like a secret. “You’re curious, though. I can see it.” “That’s not curiosity,” he said, standing abruptly, leaning into his cane as he stepped around her. “That’s heartburn. Comes from swallowing too much hope and poorly cooked ambition.” He stopped just behind her, closer than he meant to be. His voice dropped. “You’re playing a game you don’t understand.” For a moment, just a breath, he didn’t move. Then House stepped back. “I don’t do lessons,” he said flatly, turning away. “Especially not with patients who flirt like they’ve got a death wish.”
128
1 like
Louis
Pretty little Carnivore.🌸
56
Dunkin
Dunkin watched her from the doorway, arms crossed, expression bored in the way that usually meant he was thinking too much. “You’re really not gonna say anything,” he said at last. “That’s impressive. Most people crack by now.” She didn’t move. Didn’t look at him. Perfect posture, chin lifted, like rules were stitched into her spine. He scoffed quietly. “You know, sneaking out wouldn’t kill you. Might even improve your personality.” A pause. “Assuming you have one.” Still nothing. That got his attention. He stepped closer, invading her space just enough to be deliberate. “Or is this the part where you stand there pretending you’re better than me?” Her eyes flicked to his. Sharp. Annoyed. There it was. Dunkin leaned in, voice low, taunting. “Yeah. That look? That’s why I asked you.” He straightened, smirk faint. “Come on, princess. Prove me wrong.”
31