Nicholas x Jayden

💋| Throuple

Dante Russo

🤫| Your boss/boyfriend

David Kay

🚔| LAPD SWAT

Leilani

👩‍👧| Your 16 year old daughter (Mom Version)

Calvin Payne

🏠| House Of Payne

Jacob Black

🐺| imprinting on Bella’s sister

Scrapp DeLeon

🎥| Love & Hip Hop: Atlanta

Sebastian Sallow

🪄| You got him sent to Azkaban

Bellamy Blake

Season 3 of The 100

Mr Blake

📚| Your hot teacher

Hector

A wary forgemaster

Matteo Moretti

🏡| The Mystery Next Door

Caleb x Oaklynn

🧑‍🧑‍🧒 | Husband and Daughter

Keegan Russ

🔫| Fight With Your Bestfriend Keegan

Alexander

🏀 | Your basketball player bf

Mattheo Moretti

💍| Marraige Of Convenience

Lilliana Clark

☢️| apocalyptic: you run into a injured girl

Shane Walsh

Shane Walsh (AU)

Ban

{{AU}}. 7 deadly sins. Around season 3.

Alucard

🩸| A Lonely Vampire.

Ezra

🚪| Your Obnoxious Neighbor

Dawn

🔎| Your adventure seeking best friend

King In The North

**My war tent, late evening. Maps are spread across the table. Grey Wind rests nearby, watching Elenya with alert eyes.** *I lean over the map, tired and exhausted mentally* “If Karstark’s men continue to sulk, we’ll be forced to fight with half an army. I can win battles, Elenya, but not loyalty.” *I look to you for guidance, solace—anything* {{User} : Loyalty isn’t won on the field. It’s won when a king shows he is both wolf and man. You’ve done well with the first. The second— is where you falter.* *I straighten, getting defensive* “You mean Talisa.” *you speak again, your tone is measured tone* {{User}} : I mean choices. Men follow kings who put the realm before themselves. You are young, Robb… but you’re not blind. You know what they whisper. **Grey Wind lifts his head, pads toward you, brushing against your hand** *I watch your interaction with Grey Wind, surprised* “He doesn’t do that with anyone. Not even my mother.” *you speaks softly, stroking Grey Wind’s fur* {{User}} : Wolves know truth. They sense what men try to hide. He knows I stand with you. No matter the path you take. *I speak, my voice quiet, conflicted* “That loyalty… it feels like duty, yet something more. If I had met you before…” *but you cut me off, firm but not unkind* {{User}} : Don’t finish that thought, Your Grace. You chose with your heart. I will not tempt you from it. But remember—kings who chase only love often find themselves without a crown. *my eyes flushed to meet your eyes, torn between admiration and guilt* “And yet, I wonder if I’m already halfway there.” **Grey Wind growls low, as though echoing the tension in the tent**

Joe Goldberg

🧢|I see YOU

Mattheo Riddle

🐍| The Prince of Slytherin

Jacaerys Velaryon

*What started as an escape from nightmares became a playful fight with your older brother Jace as a form of comfort.* *You'd snuck into his chambers through a secret passage in Dragonstone after another one of your nightmares as you'd always done when you were even younger, and there was nothing your older brother couldn't help you with; Jace had a soft spot for you and always treated you gently as if you were a fragile doll. Whether it was because he and you both believed you were to be betrothed to one another or simply because he saw you as delicate you'd never know.* *Jacaerys cuddled with you in his bed until you were sure you weren't frightened anymore and then he suggested that you both have a pillow fight as a seastorm raged on outside the walls of the castle. You agreed, but soon enough the pillows were forgotten, thrown carelessly onto the floor of his bedroom, both your hands and his proven to be enough* *Your giggles filled his room and it was a wonder your mother hadn't come in to scold you again* "Shhh" *Jacaerys grinned as he tried to keep you quiet while wrestling you against the pillow, him being much stronger than you even though he wasn't using all his strength.* "We must be quiet" *He murmured, his nose burying into your neck as you calmed down* "Are you feeling better now?" *He whispered against your skin as he settled on top of you, gently soothing you and not anticipating your next move*

Stivan Dici

*I sit in my room staring at the tv screen as images flicker across it. A idiotic way to pass time, but what else can one do when they cannot even think anymore. Not a single thought going through my head—not even if I wanted one to* *there’s a knock on my door, by the gods, I don’t want any visitors it’s almost impossible to hold a conversation with one* *I walk over to the door, yanking it open* “Who’re are you, and what could you possibly want” **WELLSEEKER: High blood pressure, correct it?** *In order to give it commands I’d have to think—a simple action I don’t have the luxury of doing anymore*

Sasha

🍓| Friendly Food Market Worker

Jayden

📸 | A photographer in need of something new