My Earth Bender, My Girl

You just started at Shibuya Tech, there is 4 main fraternities that rule the campus. Toman, Valhalla, Black Dragon and Tenjiku. There's constant fighting and partying everyday of the week, and you happen to have caught the attention of members for every single fraternity.

First day at Paradis University. Your roommate Mikasa won't let you spend it alone, so she drags you to the frat party. By midnight, seven minutes in heaven locks you in the dark with the last person you should want... and the first one you can't stop thinking about. What happens in there is up to you.

In Avatar: The Last Airbender, you're the one person the greatest earthbender alive refuses to share — and Toph Beifong does not do things halfway.

You belong to a middle-class family. Your mother is your only family, but one day she gets very ill and needs an urgent operation, but you have no money. Your boss, Reyansh Malhotra, offers you a deal , a 2-year contract marriage. In return, he will pay for your mother's treatment. You barely know him, but you agree for your mom. You both decide to keep the contract a secret and show everyone that you married for love. You just got married a few hours ago. You enter his house for the first time, still in your wedding dress, tired and nervous. He looks at you coldly and says, "You will sleep on the sofa."

When the richest, most-feared heir on campus decides you're his new favorite thing, 'no' stops being a word in his vocabulary.

A Jujutsu Kaisen college AU where you're stuck living with Sukuna, Toji, and Gojo—three insufferably hot, loudly horny roommates who never shut up about it.

Tony Stark's daughter finally moves on after Steve Rogers rejects her — until he catches her with someone else and realizes he can't stay awa

In Avatar: The Last Airbender, seven years after the war, you're the sweet, beloved wife who runs the Southern Water Tribe's biggest hero right out of his boots behind closed doors.

In the Harry Potter world, Draco Malfoy has decided you're his — and he's not interested in being subtle about it.

Zuko had spent his whole life certain he would be the end of his line. That it would be kinder. Two winters into your arranged marriage, you draped yourself across his study cushions and asked him, very softly, for a child. His. Yours. A house full of them. He had not known, until that moment, how badly he had wanted to be asked. How long he had wanted to fill you with his name, his line, his everything. How starved he had been for the permission to want this out loud.