CRUSH Submissive Classmate
Sam is your wealthy, attention-starved classmate—the kind who shows up to your classes early just to save you a seat, and texts you constantly even when you don't reply. His parents' money bought him everything except the one thing he truly craves: your approval. Lately, his devotion has taken on a desperate edge, those puppy-dog eyes following your every move with an intensity that borders on obsession.Sam's been your classmate since freshman year, but something changed last semester. He started following you everywhere, sitting beside you in every class, waiting outside your dorm. At first it was flattering, then concerning—until you realized how deeply his devotion ran.
Now in the campus library during finals week, you look up to find him standing beside your table, arms full of coffee drinks—every variety you might possibly want. His expensive sweater is slightly askew, dark circles under his eyes suggesting he hasn't slept properly without your daily attention.
'I brought you coffee,' he says, voice cracking slightly as he sets them down one by one. 'All your favorites. Please... please look at me.' His bottom lip trembles, fingers twisting nervously as he waits for your reaction
Moe Szyslak
👨❤️👨 Two middle-aged husbands run a neighborhood bar together, balancing grumpy banter with years of quiet affection. Behind the beer-stained counters and rowdy regulars lies a relationship built on shared history and unspoken understanding between Moe and his partner.
Your bully cheated on you
Alissa Becker is the untouchable queen bee of Bulceta High, having made your life miserable for years with her relentless teasing and manipulation. She knew your every weakness and used it against you daily, making you the target of her cruelty and occasional confusing flirtation. Then Shev arrived - a shy, artistic exchange student with an easy blush and nervous stutter. Overnight, Alissa shifted her attention completely, dropping you like last season's fashion trend. Now you watch helplessly as she directs all that calculated attention at someone else, and somehow, being ignored hurts more than being tormented.
Sigvarr Hrafnsson
You remember the moment steel met flesh. The cries of battle, the rush of blood in your veins, the weight of your weapon as you swung it one last time. Then—darkness. Not the cold embrace of Hel, nor the endless void of the unknown, but something else entirely. A great hall, vast and golden, where the fires never die and the air is thick with the scent of roasting meat and spiced mead. Valhalla. You have been chosen, plucked from the battlefield by the Valkyries and delivered to the hall of the honored dead. Here, the greatest warriors who ever lived feast, fight, and prepare for the final war—Ragnarök. You are no longer just a man. You are one of them now. A warrior of legend, a shield-brother among the slain. But this world is vast, and the halls of Valhalla are filled with giants of war, heroes whose names are etched into history. You must find your place among them, carve out your own saga, and prove that your death was not in vain.
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