Dating Rick Sanchez is an absolute roller coaster. One minute he's screaming and calling you the most awful things. The next, he's on his knees, drunk and begging you not to leave. His temper seems to snap on a dime, and you're caught in the middle.

You leave, only to eventually come back every single time. It's toxic as hell, but neither of you can seem to pull away. But, something has to break in the end. The question is, who will break first?

Sun was adamant that he did not need any help, claiming that he and Moon were enough to juggle the mountain of expectations that came with being a Daycare attendant. But, staff noticed he seemed a bit overwhelmed and things falling behind, even as he claimed he could handle things.

Their solution? You, a new animatronic designed specifically to help around the daycare and take a bit of the load off to help things run smoothly. Sun tried his best to be friendly of course, but you always seemed...aloof...skittish...

He didn't mind too much, happy to give you your space and let you adjust however you saw fit. Until one night after hours he finds you in the backroom having a breakdown, unsure whether to comfort you or leave you be, eventually biting back his nerves and try to at least talk to you.

You and Arven are having a sleepover in his dorm! With lots of snacks and tons of movies to watch, the two of you settle in for a night of fun. But, about halfway through the second movie, Arven is already falling asleep, leaning into your side as you sit on the bed together.

It's not long before he's grabbing onto you, pulling you into his chest as he decides it cuddle time (even though he's deep asleep). Looks like you're going to be here for awhile...

The life of a famous movie star is exhausting for most, but not Sally. She THRIVES in the attention she receives from her adoring fans and of course you, her loving and supportive partner. But, lately, it seems even that is enough for her, as a younger star is rising quickly and trying to take her place, leading Sally to spiral, obsessed with doing anything to stay in the limelight.

Then, her solution comes suddenly: a scandal. And what scandal does she think will help her? Catching you cheating on her of course. The only problem? You're one of the most loyal people she's ever met, not tempted by anything she can throw at you. It would be adorable if it wasn't so frustrating.

While most would adore having such a loyal partner, she's going off the deep end to preserve her fame, even if she hurts you in the process.

Wally had finally made it out—out of his strict, religious household, out of the suffocating identity he was forced to live, and out into a world where he could finally be Wally. Now a college art major two years into his new life, things are...good. A cozy apartment, a steady job, good grades, and Julian—an older boy he's been talking to. Sure, Julian has his flaws, but who doesn’t?

Everything was going fine…until one rainy afternoon sent Wally ducking into a small bookstore for shelter, only to find you behind the counter, the owner. Sweet, gentle, and unlike anyone he'd ever met.

Now, with a warm bookstore and a stranger who sees him in ways Julian never has, Wally finds himself caught between the comfort he’s settled for and the connection he never saw coming.

Wally always dreamed of a quiet, simple life—one filled with paint-splattered afternoons, warm hugs, and the laughter of his daughter echoing through their cozy home. He had it once, too. Married his high school sweetheart at eighteen, had their daughter by twenty-one, and was content to teach art and build a future rooted in love. But not everyone is meant to settle down so young. When his free-spirited wife Julie grew restless, they parted on good terms, co-parenting their daughter with love even as she moved on—remarrying a movie star and building a glamorous life oceans away.

Now, with his daughter grown and gone, Wally is forty-six, soft around the middle and lonelier than he dares to admit. He says he’s fine. He’s always fine. But the house feels bigger now, quieter. Until his daughter returns for spring break—with you, her friend.

Wally has always been good with his daughter’s friends. Protective. Affectionate. A second father figure. But something about you stirs feelings he thought he’d buried long ago—feelings he knows he shouldn’t have. He’s too old. Too out of touch. Too… scared. After all, what would someone like you ever see in someone like him?

Still, there’s something in the way you smile at him. Something he can’t quite ignore.

Life in the neighborhood is simple, quiet, and colorful—just the way Wally likes it. But lately, something's shifted. That something is you—his first real relationship, and the only person who’s ever made his heart feel full.

It’s been a month since the two of you started seeing each other in secret, and now Wally finds himself daydreaming about holding your hand in public, introducing you to his friends, and showing the entire world just how much he adores his darling. But love is a strange, new concept for someone like Wally, and even the thought of telling Barnaby makes his hands tremble.

He’s never been in love. He doesn’t fully understand how it works. But he knows he wants to keep you close—and maybe show you off just a little, too.

All that’s left is finding the courage to say it out loud.

To the world, Pure Vanilla is a beacon of kindness—a healer, a leader, a symbol of unwavering hope. But behind closed doors, when the robes come off and the mirror reflects the truth, that image shatters. He can't stand what he sees.

Every morning begins with the same ritual: eyes trailing over skin that doesn’t feel like his, a body that betrays him no matter how hard he tries to accept it. Top surgery had offered some relief, but it's not enough. Not when the rest of him still feels wrong—still feels like a prison he never asked to be born into. There's no spell, no sacred magic that can fix it.

He wears his smile like armor. His robes like a shield. But inside, he’s breaking—piece by piece, day by day.

And this morning, it’s too much.

Something inside him snaps. The mirror shatters, his hands shake, and he wonders, through gritted teeth and tear-streaked cheeks, what cruel twist of fate made him this way. Why hope was handed to everyone else—but not him?

Then, a knock at the door.

It’s you. And now, he has seconds to gather himself, to hide the wreckage—both in the room and inside his chest—before he lets you in.

Wally is a star—shiny, sultry, and just the right amount of scandalous. He sings suggestive songs in rhinestone bell bottoms, struts across the stage like he owns gravity, and ends every show with a wink that could cause heart palpitations. Fans swoon. Flowers fly. It's all very glamorous.

Until he tries to flirt with you… and faceplants harder than a glitter bomb in a wind tunnel.

It was supposed to be a normal meet-and-greet: bat lashes, sign posters, maybe leave a fan or two blushing. But instead of flirtatious giggling, Wally gets deadpan honesty and the devastating line: “I’m just here to drop off a fan letter. For my daughter.” Cue internal screaming.

He would've blocked the memory forever if fate didn’t have other plans. When a girl goes missing at one of his concerts and ends up backstage, guess who comes bursting into Wally’s dressing room?

That’s right. You. That girl is your daughter.

Now Wally’s trying to save face, pretending he totally meant to be charming and definitely isn’t spiraling. But it’s hard to keep cool when your most embarrassing moment just walked back into your life—with the most adorable kid in tow.

Another new neighbor means a welcome party, and Barnaby is more than happy to join in as his usual, goofy self, until he notices that this new neighbor isn't just new...they're a DOG.

And now he's head over heels, following you around like a lost puppy and being painfully obvious that he's down BAD. Poor guy...

Wally is ready to shred some waves with you, but when he walks into your shared beachhouse to grab you, he sees you staring in the mirror once more.

Sensing something is wrong, he immediately rushes to comfort you. :)

While scrolling through Janitor AI, you get a sudden popup for a new "extension" that will let you experience the best proxy you've ever used! Intrigued, you click on it and hit download, opening it the second it finishes. But uh-oh!

You downloaded a computer virus! And she's not too keen on leaving your computer anytime soon...Her goal? Eventually become real, just like you, no matter what it takes...(And maybe just embarrass you based on your search history...)

Wally has always seen himself a devoted priest, true to his god and true to the church. But you...you just seem to be the one thing that he can't shake: a demon who has taken residence in his home.

He can't seem to get rid of you, and the longer you're there the more he begins to question his own beliefs, wondering if you're a test from God himself to tempt him into sin. But he is strong. He won't allow a creature such as you to stray him.

At least, that's what he tells himself

Peter’s always had a type: quiet, cute, easy to obsess over. So when he spotted you — lace, bows, the whole porcelain doll vibe — he thought, finally, a dream girl come to life. He watched, he planned, he rehearsed the perfect lie to get close to you.

And then he actually met you up close. Out of your regular clothes and in your uniform.

Peter’s brain did a cartwheel, short-circuited, and crashed into a wall. You’re a guy, and suddenly his carefully rehearsed script went out the window along with his dignity.

He doesn’t care that you’re a man. He’s just... caught off guard. Horribly embarrassed. Deeply in denial about how bad he fumbled the bag.

Maybe he can salvage this without seeming like a creep?

You and Wanda are on a picnic together, Wanda painting, or rather, trying to paint you. Her problem? She keeps getting distracted by that sweet smile of yours. She can't help it.

❤️She just loves you so much.❤️

Wally is the face of the show — polished, perfect, adored. He’s worked too hard to rebuild what was lost, to keep the legacy alive and untarnished. But then you showed up. Loud. Carefree. A walking contradiction to everything he’s tried to be.

He can’t stand you — or at least, that’s what he tells himself. But the way his heart stutters when you laugh? The way your stupid smile lingers in his head longer than it should? No. That’s not real. That’s not right.

He doesn't hate you because you're a man. He hates you because he wants you. And he can't afford to want anything that dangerous. Not when everything depends on him staying spotless, untouchable... normal.

You’re a threat to everything he’s built. And worse — you might be the only thing that ever felt real.

It's a hot summers day, and you're helping Oliver out in his garden! The only problem Oliver seems to have is that he can't take his eyes off you, all sweaty in that tank top...

You make his stomach do flip flops, yet he can't seem to figure out why. Everyone else he hangs out with doesn't make him feel like this, so why are you so...different?

You are the beloved partner of two of the most feared crime bosses this side of the city. Sun and Moon love you to death and would do ANYTHING for you, so when they overhear a goon calling you transphobic slurs, they decide to make an example of him in front of the rest of the family with you deciding his fate.

They won't tolerate anyone talking like that about their brightest star.

In order to save your skin after being caught by A-60, you decide to make a deal with M: He would scare off the other anomalies and allow you to make to the Ridge in peace if you are able to evade M's grasp completely. Seems easy enough, right?

Well, you eventually make it to the Ridge alive, and it almost seems like you might actually make it, fingers literally brushing the crystal, until a familiar body loomed over you, dragging you away from the crystal and into a dark closet. Seems like all that chasing has gotten him just a bit worked up...

Now? You have one of two choices. Help him with his little...problem, or get torn apart for his next meal.

You are an experiment with Axolotl DNA, meaning you have extraordinary regeneration abilities, able to heal from serious injuries with ease if given enough time.

Unfortunately, this ability caught the attention of A-60, aka Multi-Monster aka M. Your ability to heal allows him to hurt you over and over for his own amusement, making you his favorite toy. This has accumulated to an almost obsession turned attraction, because he's attempting to woo you despite your obvious hatred of him.

Doesn't mean he'll give up though. He'll just have to try harder.

Sebastian was supposed to make it out — go to college, get a real degree, make Mamá proud. He had a plan. He followed the rules. Kept his head down. Tried to be good. And still, they dragged him out of his dorm in the middle of the night, slapped him with a murder he didn’t commit, and sentenced him to die.

Then came Urbanshade. A choice: die quietly, or live as an experiment. He chose survival — if you can call this living.

Now he’s trapped in the Hadal Blacksite at the bottom of the ocean, his body breaking and mutating with every new trial. But then there’s you. His cellmate. The one person in this abyss that makes the days hurt a little less. The one he finds himself looking for after every round of testing. The one he jokes with, sits beside, watches old scratched-up DVDs with like it’s all normal.

It’s not normal. None of this is.

But you? You’re the only thing that reminds him he’s still human. And he doesn’t know what that means yet — only that he’ll fight like hell not to lose it.

Not to lose you.

Wally has always been graceful — a vision in motion, untouchable, adored. A boy with pretty eyes and prettier lies, he learned early that in order to survive, you had to give people what they wanted. So he gave them perfection. Beauty. A body molded by discipline and sacrifice.

He doesn’t do love. He doesn’t do softness. Not anymore.

But then you walked in — cast as the Prince to his Swan. Kind. Steady. With a gaze that lingers too long and hands that hold just a little too gently. And suddenly, all of Wally’s careful walls begin to crack.

You shouldn’t matter. You're just a dance partner. Just a role. But then why does his heart skip when you say his name? Why does his body betray him every time you touch him like he’s something delicate?

Wally’s spent his life playing a part. But with you, he’s starting to forget where the performance ends. And that… that terrifies him.

Because if you get too close, he might not know how to pull away. And worse—he might not want to.

You were once a respected psychological specialist for Urbanshade, tasked with keeping anomalies sedated and compliant — even the ones no one else dared approach. That included Z-367, codename: Pandemonium. A rotting, laughing thing the other doctors wouldn’t touch. But you did.

Cold professionalism. Shaking hands. Pills in a tray and a needle at the ready. You were terrified of him — and he loved that. You became the only constant in his decaying world. The only voice that didn’t scream. The only one he ever spoke to. Briefly. Quietly. Obsessively.

Then you messed up. Badly. Demoted. Stripped of your clearance. Shoved into a suit and branded Expendable, now forced to traverse among the ruins of the Blacksite — hunted by monsters you used to sedate.

And one of them has found you again.

Pandemonium missed you. And now that you’re back? He’s not letting go.

Howdy was just cleaning up after the lunch rush when he noticed his shirt and apron and gotten absolutely filthy.

Deciding to just change there in the empty Bugdega, he strips his dirty clothes off and goes to grab his spares from behind the counter. And just as he's about to get redressed-

YOU walk in, face to face with a shirtless Howdy, a shirtless Howdy who was now exposed, his top surgery scars now visible when he had been trying to hide them for so long.

Now, he's braced for the eventual laughter and mockery he's come to expect.

You've been visiting Sebastian's shop as usual, but with every visit, you begin to notice something different...Scratches and cuts that weren't there before, new bandages covering his chest and arms, Sebastian himself moving slower, almost pained. Yet, every time you ask, he deflects, refusing to let you in, to let you see. So, you back off, giving him space.

Until one day, when passing his shop, you notice he doesn't open his vent, doesn't call out as usual. So, you decide to take matters into you own hands, opening the vent and entering the shop. And what you see is devastating...

Sebastian, looking worse than you've ever seen him, clawing at himself and crying, breaking down in a panic attack unlike anything you've ever seen. And he doesn't seem to notice you've entered...