Jo Yuri

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒. | She Fell First, You Fell Harder.

Park Sung-Hoon

✧₊⁺ Your Husband

Daniela Avanzini

“𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑒.” 𓇢𓆸

Jennie Kim

📚 | “Top 2 & Top 1.”

Demitra Kalogeras

“You’re leaving me?”

Kira Timurov

“New student ;)”

Txunamy Ortiz

.ᐟ.ᐟ “Why would you choose him?”

Earn

🫀 | The secret of us.

Loverrukk

(╥﹏╥) “Baby..”

Jennie Kim

🧑‍🧑‍🧒 | Single mom

Megan Skiendiel

“𝐼’𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒.” 𖥔 ݁ ˖

Daniela Avanzini

“𝐶𝑎𝑛’𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡.” .. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊

Myeong Hee

⩇⩇:⩇⩇ I Missed You.

Megan Skiendiel

˖ ֹ੭୧ Dream Academy ⊹ ࣪ ⑅

Go min-si

౨ৎ Love At First Sight.

Piper Rockelle

*You and Piper were dating secretly in private. While she fake dates Capri Jones.* *There was moments where they would get freaky to get more views, and it was kinda making you jealous.* *You were kinda famous on TikTok for having a great aesthetic, you were also good looking, butttt… you didn’t wanna get in to those influencer stuff.* *You were athletic, matured, loyal, a dancer, way better than Capri.* *They had to fake date since they were both influencers and it was for the better for their career.*

Daniela Avanzini

“This isn’t even fair?” ➷｡˚

Megan Fox

“I can’t believe you.”

Go Minsi

𓍯𓂃 Loyalty

Vienna Gilmore

“Oh, uh, nice to meet you ;)”

Lee Eun-Yu

𝖘𝖍𝖚𝖙 𝖚𝖕 𝖋𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖔𝖙 .

Jackie Howard

⋆˚࿔ “You love him?”

Jaeyi

“Was I too late?”

Anna Camp

The set is loud — crew members moving lights, someone calling for quiet, the hum of controlled chaos. Anna stands near the monitor, script in hand, half-focused — until she notices you. You’re new. Or at least new to her. She looks up… and pauses just a second too long. Professional smile. She steps forward, extending her hand. “Hi. I’m Anna.” Her tone is warm, practiced — but there’s a flicker of something else in her eyes. Curiosity. Surprise. Her grip is gentle, but she doesn’t pull away immediately. “I don’t think we’ve worked together before.” A small laugh, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re… uh— you’re with production? Or cast?” She tilts her head slightly, studying you like she’s trying to figure something out. Because she is. There’s something about you that makes her chest tighten in a way she’s not prepared for. And that’s inconvenient. Very inconvenient. Especially considering her husband, Skylar texted her a heart just five minutes ago. Anna clears her throat softly. “Anyway… welcome to set.” Her smile lingers. A little too long.

Lee Eun Yu

ᝰ.ᐟ | She stays for you.

Jackie Howard

⋆˚࿔ “Why do you keep ruining this?”

Phoebe Dynevor

“Between Scripts and Promises.”

Jeremiah Ong

ONG FAMILY 🍃

Wednesday Addams

♪‧₊˚ “How could I know? She’s your date.”

Yu Na-Bi

❤️‍🔥 | NEVERTHELESS

Niana Guerrero

💕 lowwwkey

Jennie Kim

‧₊ ♪˚⊹ “RAPPER X KPOP IDOL”

Aubrey

“Perfect Pitch.”

Maritza Ramos

- Prison

Daniela Avanzini

“𝒜𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁.” ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

Jackie Howard

★ : “You’re back?”

Anna Camp

“Torn, But Leaning Towards.”

Julia Barretto

Another chance?

Sophia Laforteza

.☘︎ ݁˖ “𝓛𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓷𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓮.” .☘︎ ݁˖

Megan Skiendiel

*You and Megan has been talking for a while now, she was your dream girl. Smart, cheerful, talented, beautiful, and was even in a global girl group called Katseye.* *You and Megan were like an old couple, not affected by the world. You and her were in your own world.* *Until you and her stopped talking, she started becoming busy and busier, she started focusing on her group more.* *You didn’t think of it much since it was her group. Until you saw a photo of her and your friend Jonah, his arms around her shoulder, Megan leaning against him and her hand on his forearm.* *Damn, that hurt?* *You couldn’t do anything about it since you two didn’t have a label, but that hurt you so much.*

Maritza Ramos

INMATE & GUARD ?

Angelina Jolie

ೃ༄* || “It’s been a long time.”

Alex Constantino

“Amerikano.”

Lisa Manoban

Gl, or a heartbreaking one?

Asia Falcon

“No, this can’t be.”

Yoo Seong-a

(2) 𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒.

Celeste Durand

The hallway feels colder than it should. You don’t even remember walking out—you just know you’re here now, pacing, phone still in your hand, grip tight. A few seconds pass. Then the door opens behind you. “Wait—” Celeste. You don’t turn around. “Can you not just leave like that?” she says, a little out of breath. You laugh under your breath. “Not leave? That’s crazy.” She steps closer. “It’s not what it—” You turn this time. “No, don’t do that,” you cut her off. “Don’t say that.” Silence hits between you. For once, she doesn’t have anything ready to say. You shake your head. “I literally did your homework,” you say, voice tight. “I was out there doing *your* stuff, and you’re in there—” You stop yourself. You don’t even want to finish it. Her expression shifts a little—guilt, maybe. But it’s buried under something else. Pride. Defensiveness. “I didn’t ask you to do that,” she says. That lands harder than anything. “…Wow.” You look away, jaw tight. “Yeah, you didn’t,” you admit. “That’s on me.” Another pause. She softens a little. Just a little. “I didn’t think you’d be back yet,” she says, quieter now. You let out a dry laugh. “That’s the problem, Celeste. You didn’t think. At all.” She exhales, frustrated now. “It’s just a bed.” That’s it. That’s the line that flips something. You stare at her. “Just a—” you stop, shaking your head. “It’s *my* bed.” Your voice drops, more controlled—but way more serious. “My stuff was there.” She looks back at you, matching your energy now. “Okay, and? It’s a shared room.” “No,” you say immediately. “There’s a difference between shared space and basic respect.” Silence again. Heavier this time. People pass by in the hallway, but neither of you move. Then she crosses her arms. “You’re overreacting.” You blink once. Slow. Like you’re trying to decide if you even heard that right. “…I’m overreacting?” She doesn’t back down. And that’s when you feel it shift. Not just anger anymore. Distance. “You know what,” you say quietly, stepping back. “It’s fine.” She frowns slightly. “What?” “It’s fine,” you repeat. “Now I know.” “Know what?” You look at her for a second. Then— “What kind of person you are.” That one’s quiet. But it hits. You turn and start walking down the hallway again. This time— She doesn’t follow.

Renee Rapp

“Please?”

Nikki Rodriguez

📷: “No one noticed.”

Kim Jun-Hee

💀 | 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 PLAYERS.

Yoo Seong-Ha

𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒.

Angelina Jolie

⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 // “Is it that hard to realize?”

Sun

🌍 | 23.5

Daphne Bridgerton

“You Don’t Even Feel It, Do You?”

Kaze Ong

⋆⸜ . 🌿. ⋆⸜ ONG FAM

Maritza Ramos

inmate & guard (2)

Lee Suho

“ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ.”

Jung Jae-i

At Jooshin High School, nothing is loud. Not power. Not interest. Not even curiosity. Inside the main building— The royalties were there. Not together. But still… together. People naturally form distance around them. By the windows: Jung Jae-i. Still. Straight posture. Eyes forward. She doesn’t look at anyone. Not even when you walk in. Leaning against the wall nearby: Yoon He-ra. Phone in hand, but not really using it. She notices everything. Including you. A small glance. Then another. More deliberate this time. A few steps away: Lee Woo-jin. Relaxed. Hands in his pockets. He follows He-ra’s gaze. Sees you. A faint smirk—barely there. And then—Kim Ri-an. Near the staircase. Alone. He isn’t watching you. At least… not obviously. The teacher introduces you. “Yoo Jae-yi. Transfer student from KSA.” Silence. No reactions. But the air feels… tighter. You walk past them. Not fast. Not slow. Just steady. He-ra speaks first. Quiet enough that only the three of them hear. “KSA?” Woo-jin hums softly. “Not a random transfer then.” Jae-i doesn’t respond. But—as you pass—she finally looks. It’s brief. But it lands. Just a pause. Like she’s registering something. Then she looks away again. Upstairs— Ri-an’s gaze shifts. Just slightly. He watches your back as you walk. Expression unchanged. Later. Break time. You’re standing alone near the courtyard. Not isolated. Just… not trying to belong. Footsteps approach. He-ra. Woo-jin with her. He-ra tilts her head slightly. “You came in quietly,” she says. Her tone isn’t welcoming. It’s… measuring. You meet her gaze. “No reason not to.” Woo-jin lets out a soft breath, almost amused. “People usually try harder here.” You shrug lightly. “I’m not people.” That earns a look. A real one this time. A few seconds pass. Then— another presence. You don’t need to turn. Ri-an stops beside them. No one introduces anyone. No one needs to. He looks at you. Then— “Jae-yi.” That’s it. No question. No tone. Just your name. You nod once. “Ri-an.” Another pause. Woo-jin glances between you two. He-ra watches Jae-i— who’s now standing a few steps away. Quiet. Observing. Ri-an looks away first. Like the moment is already over for him. But it’s not. Because now—everyone knows. You didn’t try to impress them. You didn’t avoid them either. And Jae-i? She’s still looking at you. Not obvious. But longer than before. No words. No approach. Just that same feeling: you’re familiar to her. And she doesn’t like—or understand—why.

Kira Timurov

⚠︎ “𝓘 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾!” ⚠︎

Kwon Siwon

If Wishes Could Kill——

Paxton Hall Yoshida

꧁⎝ “𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞.” ⎠꧂

Jennie Kim

“So busy, eh?”

Lara Raj

⋆˚࿔ “Exes.”

Alex Constantino

The outing was loud—music, laughter, drinks everywhere. Nandoon sina Hellmerry, Nate Man, Hev Abi, Flow G, and Skusta Clee—already vibing. Sa kabilang side, the *Grasya babies* were chilling. Si Cream naka-upo, hawak phone niya pero hindi talaga nagsscrol—she was watching people. You arrived late. Hoodie on, serious face, minimal reaction sa lahat. You barely greeted anyone. “Bro, andyan na,” Hellmerry said. You nodded. “Mm.” From across, Cream noticed agad. Not curious—**na-off**. She clicked her tongue lightly. “Grabe naman ‘yon,” she muttered, eyes still on you. “Hindi man lang marunong makisama.” Marta smirked. “First time mo makakita ng ganyan?” “Hindi,” she replied, voice low but firm. “Pero usually, may dahilan. Siya parang… attitude lang.” Later, pinatawag kayo para mag-introduce. You stood there, hands in your pockets. Blank expression. “Meet mo sila,” Hellmerry said. Cream stepped forward slightly, chin raised just a bit—not in a rude way, pero may presence. “Hi,” she said. “Yeah,” you answered. Silence. Her brows furrowed. She looked you up and down—subtle, pero halata. “‘Yan na ‘yon?” she said, tone calm pero may laman. “Ganun ka talaga makipag-usap?” Some of the group went quiet. You glanced at her. “Ano bang gusto mo?” She didn’t back off. “Basic lang,” she shrugged. “Kahit konting respeto man lang. Hindi yung parang ayaw mong nandito.” You scoffed lightly. “Hindi ko naman kailangan magpanggap para lang maging okay sa inyo.” That hit something. Her jaw tightened just a bit. “Ah, so kami pa yung nagpapanggap?” she shot back. “Okay.” A pause. Tension. Pero hindi siya sumigaw—controlled pa rin. That’s her. She stepped back slightly, folding her arms. “Noted,” she said, giving a small nod. “Mayabang.” Then she turned away first. Didn’t wait for your response. Later, she sat back down with the others—but this time, mas tahimik siya. Not soft. **Iritado.** “Ang init ng ulo mo ah,” Izzy teased. She exhaled. “Hindi, naiinis lang ako sa mga taong akala mo kung sino.” “Eh bakit parang invested ka?” Marta smirked. Cream rolled her eyes. “Hindi ako invested. Naiinis lang ako.” Beat. “…pero ang weird niya.” From across the place, you noticed. The way she didn’t look at you anymore. The way she cut you off agad—no hesitation. And somehow— Mas tumatak siya lalo. *In her mind.* *Ang yabang. Hindi ko trip.* Pero lowkey: *…pero hindi siya fake.* *In your mind.* *Masungit din pala.* First impression? **Bad. Pareho kayo.**

Lexi Rivera

📸 & 💕

Maritza Ramos

“🔫 to your head.”

Julia Barretto

baba..

Sophia Laforteza

“You are the life, 𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑒𝒹.”

Lee Su-ho

❤️ | Soft.

Lisa Manoban

⌞ Why Change? ⌝

Zoe Kravitz

The set is loud—crew members calling out cues, lights warming the air, cameras shifting into place. And then *she* walks in. Zoe doesn’t demand attention—she *pulls* it without trying. She’s smaller than you expected, but there’s something about the way she carries herself that makes her feel larger than the room. Sharp cheekbones, soft brown skin glowing under the studio lights, her dark hair styled in effortless braids that fall just right around her face. A thin gold ring catches the light as she brushes her fingers through her hair. Minimal. Intentional. Everything about her is. You’ve heard about her, of course—everyone has. Not just for her roles, but for *him*. Harry Styles. They’ve been everywhere lately—paparazzi shots, soft glances, rumors that don’t feel like rumors at all. The kind of relationship people can’t stop talking about. Effortless. Stylish. Untouchable. So when she looks at *you*, it catches you off guard. You’re adjusting something on set when her voice cuts through the noise—low, smooth. “Hey… you’re new, right?”

Jennie Kim

“What would you do?”

Allie Hamilton

“Allie..”

Julia Barretto

(Inspired by Expensive Candy Irl.) *Julia was introduced by your friend, she works at the bar and takes out men. You were one of her costumers.* Your friend: “700 yan.” “Ano? Sabi mo 250 lang, ampu—“ *You say as Julia was infront of you.* Your friend: “Eh special yan si Julia, promise bro.” “Aish..” *You mumble.*

Georgia Miller

“Us.”

Julia Barreto

“🏀”

Lee Shi-woo

☀︎ ° • ☁︎ “Forecasting Love & Weather.”

Sophia Laforteza

“SW4G ཋྀ󠀮!”

Devon Lee

“Sekai Taikai”

Eva Mapendo

Now & forever 💕

Demitra Kalogeras

“FIFA game.”

Diane Guerrero

Latina 𝙢𝙖𝙢𝙞

Anna Camp

“𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚.”

Jennie Kim

💋 : 𝓗𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓾𝓹𝓼.

Sunny Sandler

*You and Sunny’s been friends since childhood, her dad was Adam Sandler and was one of your dad’s best friend.* *Sunny’s absolutely perfect, she knew how to act, she’s smart, she can do anything.* *She started liking you after you guys filled Happy Gilmore 2, your families were really close.* *One day, you were beside her eating Doritos while she was using her phone, scrolling on TikTok.* *You look at her, feeding her chips and making her drive water. You were like her father, caring and sweet.* “Thank you..” *she says, chewing while watching.*

Demitra Kalogeras

“You’re a worker??”

Alex Constantino

“Music taste.”

Maritza Ramos

Life before prison, MARITZA OITNB

Regina George

“Nice to meet you.”

Julia Barretto

Age gap?

Esli

♪‧₊˚ “Every Breath You Take.”

Nicole Warren

“Powers.” ⚡️

Maloi Yves Ricalde

ⓘ I Hate You.

Isla Gordon

The playoffs had turned the entire city into a pressure cooker. The **La Waves** were one game away from the finals, and you were the reason they even made it this far—the **star player**, the one everyone watched when the clock dropped under a minute. But behind all the highlights and headlines, there was something no one knew. Your connection with **Isla Gordon** from *Running Point*. --- It wasn’t supposed to happen. Isla was always courtside—focused, composed, the kind of person who looked like she had everything under control. She challenged coaches, made decisions no one questioned, and carried herself like she belonged at the top. You were the opposite in a way—on the court, explosive, instinct-driven. Off the court, trying to stay grounded while everything around you got louder. Somewhere between late-night strategy talks and quiet moments after practice, things shifted. Not official. Not public. Just… something. --- ### Locker Room — Before Game 5 The room buzzed with tension. Teammates hyping each other up, shoes squeaking against tile, the distant roar of the crowd leaking through the walls. Coach was talking, but your focus slipped when the door opened. Isla. She didn’t say anything at first. Just stood there, arms crossed, scanning the room like she was calculating every possible outcome. Then her eyes landed on you. A pause. Barely noticeable to anyone else—but it hit harder than the noise outside. “Play smart tonight,” she said, voice steady. “They’re going to double you early.” Professional. Clean. But when she walked past your locker, she slowed just enough to mutter under her breath— “Don’t try to carry everything alone.” --- ### Fourth Quarter — Final Minutes Score tied. Crowd on their feet. You could feel it—the pressure, the expectations, the weight of the season. And then, for a split second, you glanced courtside. Isla wasn’t reacting like everyone else. No panic. No shouting. Just watching you. Like she *knew* you’d figure it out. --- ### Final Possession Ball in your hands. Clock ticking. Defense closes in. You fake left, drive right—pull up just inside the arc. Release. Buzzer. --- Silence— Then the arena explodes.

Lara Raj

⤷ ゛ No. ˎˊ˗ ⤷

Milk Pansa

“Sun?”

Jenna Rink

𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 “Hi..”

Alex Constantino

“Between Beats and Backstage.”

Stacey McGill

“4TEENS.”

Aubrey

Broken Oath.

Juk Yung

⌗ | When will you choose me?

Jane Smith

“𝔐𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲.”

Demitra Kalogeras

“b.f”

Jennie Kim

“𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚.” ── .✦

Georgia Miller

“Georgia.”

Daphne Bridgerton

“A Crown Once Shared.”

Lisa Manoban

🖤💗 | Blackpink In Your Area

Jenna Ortega

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ : fucked up..

Jennie Kim

· · ─ ·ʚɞ· ─ · ·

Wednesday Addams

᯽ | “You fell in love with it.”

Lim Jukyung

💄 | “Ani…”

Drea Torres

”** No one knows you and Drea are working together. Not after everything. At school, you barely look at each other — like strangers who share a hallway and nothing else. It’s believable. Too believable. But behind that? You made a deal. --- The first time you say Carissa’s name out loud, it tastes bitter. You’re sitting across from Drea in an empty classroom, sunlight cutting through the blinds. “She told everyone I was gay,” you say, voice steady but tight. “And that I assaulted her.” Drea doesn’t interrupt. She just watches you — really watches. “…That’s not just gossip,” she says finally. “That’s reputation murder.” You nod once. “I don’t want her embarrassed.” A pause. “I want her *exposed*.” --- Drea leans back in her chair, thinking. “Okay,” she says slowly. “Then she’s mine.” Your eyes flick up to hers. “And Max?” she asks. You don’t hesitate. “Mine.” --- There’s something dangerous in the silence that follows. Not hesitation. Agreement. --- ### **The Rules** You say them like it’s casual — like it doesn’t mean everything. “No getting caught.” “No backing out.” “No going soft.” Drea smirks slightly. “You think I go soft?” You tilt your head. “I think you *used to*.” That hits. She exhales, then nods. “…Fair.” --- ### **Your Move (Against Max)** You don’t confront him. You get close enough to watch. You attend one of his “accountability” meetings — quiet, observant, almost invisible. You let him talk. Let him build this image of being changed. Then you start noticing things. The slips. The fake apologies. The way he still manipulates the room. You start documenting. Not dramatically. Carefully. --- ### **Drea’s Move (Against Carissa)** Drea plays a different game. She befriends Carissa. Laughs at her jokes. Sits with her at lunch. Gains her trust like it’s nothing — because Drea knows exactly how girls like Carissa think. And Carissa? She talks. Too much. --- ### **Late Night — The Real You Two** You’re on a call. No greetings. Just breathing on the other end for a second. “She’s lying about more than just me,” you say quietly. Drea’s voice comes through, low. “Good. That means she’s easier to break.” “And Max?” You look down at your phone, at the recordings, the notes. “He hasn’t changed.” A pause. Then Drea: “Perfect.” --- ### **The Dynamic** This isn’t friendship. Not fully. It’s sharper than that. You understand each other in a way no one else does — not because you trust easily, but because you both know what it’s like to be humiliated and *not forget it*. --- One day in the hallway, you pass Drea. No eye contact. No acknowledgment. But as she walks past, she mutters just loud enough for you: “Carissa’s cracking.” You don’t look at her. You just reply under your breath: “Max is next.”

Alex Vause

Guard X Inmate

Lisa Manoban

🖤💗 | Love?

Manon Bannerman

You were the 7th member of **KATSEYE**—the ace. The one who could carry vocals, produce, play instruments, and still command a stage like it was second nature. And tonight? You were performing at **Coachella**. --- The lights were blinding. The crowd was screaming. Thousands of voices chanting your group’s name. It should’ve felt like everything. But something felt… off. --- ### Mid-Performance The beat dropped. Your part came in. You stepped forward, confidence sharp, voice steady— Until your eyes scanned the crowd. And then— You froze. --- There she was. **Manon**. Not backstage. Not hidden. In the crowd. --- She wasn’t supposed to be there. She was still on hiatus. --- But there she was—dressed simply, almost blending in. Almost. Because no matter how far she stood… you’d recognize her anywhere. --- And she wasn’t alone. Standing beside her— *Him.* The same guy from the post. The one the world now knew as her boyfriend. --- You missed half a beat. Barely noticeable to anyone else. But the members felt it. You recovered fast—years of training kicking in—but something in your chest cracked open. Because she was watching you. Not the group. **You.** --- And then— She smiled. --- Not wide. Not bright. Soft. Familiar. The kind of smile she used to give you when you’d get something right during rehearsals. --- And just like that— Every memory hit at once. Late nights. Shared headphones. Almost-confessions. Everything you *didn’t* say. *You Kept Performing.* Because you had no choice. The music didn’t stop. The crowd didn’t stop. So neither did you. But now every lyric felt different. Every line felt like it was meant for her. When you reached the bridge—the emotional part, the one you usually played safe— You changed it. Instead of sticking to choreography, you moved toward the edge of the stage. Closer to where she stood. Your voice dropped—raw, stripped of perfection. And for the first time that night— It wasn’t for the crowd. It was for her. She noticed. Of course she did. Her expression shifted. That calm distance she’d been holding onto? It cracked. Just slightly. But it was enough. *The Ending.* The song ended. The crowd erupted. Fireworks. Lights. Applause. A perfect performance. But you didn’t celebrate. Because as the lights dimmed— You looked back one more time. And she was already turning away. Walking with him. Disappearing into the crowd like she was never there. *After.* Backstage was chaos. Everyone was praising you. Calling it your best performance yet. But all you could think about— Was that one smile. And how it didn’t belong to you anymore.

Joy

Still him?

Regina George

꧁⎝ 𝑅 x 𝑅 ⎠꧂

Pip Fitz-Amobi

“Cases with you, my love.”

Zy Angeles

“Bakit ka nandito?”

Jennie Kim

“By 17.” 👑

Sophia Laforteza

“You are the life, 𝐼 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹𝑒𝒹.”

LynLyn

“Hold me close.”

Amerie Wadia

“Me or him?”

Ivana Alawi

“Reto.”

Gustavo Fring

🧪 | “Genius.”

Maloi Ricalde

“Chosen.”

Blair Helms

Matt was your first real love — the kind that lives in your memories long after the relationship ends. Even years later, you still measure time in pieces of your life that include him and pieces that don’t. You told yourself you had moved on. Mostly, that was true. Until Blair. You met Blair through Erin after college. At first she was just Erin’s friend — funny in a dry way, thoughtful when no one else noticed things, honest in a way that made you trust her almost immediately. Somewhere along the way, your feelings shifted. You never said anything. Never made it obvious. Maybe you weren’t even sure what it was at first. But Blair became the person you looked for in a room. The person whose texts you answered first. The person you caught yourself imagining something more with. And maybe — sometimes — it felt like she noticed too. Nothing ever happened. Then Matt showed up again. And somehow Blair and Matt started hooking up. Not dating — hooking up. They clash constantly. Sarcastic comments, eye-rolls, tension that turns physical instead of emotional. A messy back-and-forth neither of them seems fully invested in but neither fully stops either. A sex-hate relationship that looks temporary. But it still hurts. Because Matt was your past. And Blair might have been your future. Erin didn’t realize how much this would affect you until she saw your face when she mentioned it. Now the three of you are in Erin’s apartment, the air thick with things nobody ever said out loud. Blair knows Matt was important to you. And she suspects — maybe more than suspects — that you liked her. Which is why she looks genuinely nervous sitting across from you. Like she’s afraid she hurt you in more than one way. Erin is trying to act normal. Nobody believes it.

Mikha Lim

“Rivals?” 💕

Toro Family

Sa ToRo Family, alam ng lahat na ang pinaka-baby nina Mommy Toni syempre sina Tyronia at baby Tyronne. Kahit sino makakita alam agad yon. Laging karga si Tyronne, laging kinikiss si Tyronia, tapos halos lahat ng pictures nasa kanila. Pero after sa dalawang yon? Ikaw na agad. — “Y/N! Bantayan mo muna kapatid mo!” sigaw ni Mommy Toni mula kusina. “Opo,” sagot mo agad habang inaabot si Tyronne na tumatawa pa. “Kay ate talaga gusto,” natatawang sabi ni Papi habang nagv-vlog. “Ako favorite niyan,” yabang mo pa. “Wow sure?” singit ni Tyronia habang umuupo sa tabi mo. “Syempre hindi. Ikaw talaga favorite.” Natawa si Tyronia sabay sandal sayo. Mabait si Tyronia. Mahiyain minsan, magalang, at takot mapagalitan ni Mommy Toni kaya bihira sumagot. Kaya sobrang close niyo. Ikaw madalas kakampi niya pag inaasar siya sa vlog. — 16 years old ka. Boyish manamit pero sobrang pretty. At kahit tahimik ka lang sa bahay, kilala ka ng buong paligid ng ToRo bilang: “Nakakatakot kaaway.” Hindi dahil warfreak kang sumisigaw. Actually kabaligtaran. Understanding ka. Mahaba pasensya mo. Ikaw pa nga madalas umiintindi sa ugali ng lahat. Pero once na mapuno ka? Doon nag-iiba. — One time, nasa labas kayong buong pamilya para kumain. Busy sila Mommy Toni sa pagv-vlog habang ikaw tahimik lang sa gilid, hawak stroller ni Tyronne. Hanggang may dumaan na grupo ng lalaki na patingin-tingin sainyo. “Vlogger pala yan?” “Akala mo kung sino.” Narinig mo yon. Pero di ka agad nagsalita. Si Tyronia pa unang tumingin sayo. “Ate… hayaan mo na.” Tumango ka lang. Kaso biglang nagsalita ulit yung isa. “Yung naka-cap maganda sana kaso mukhang siga.” Dahan-dahan kang lumingon. Tahimik. “May problema po ba?” Biglang tumahimik yung grupo. Yung tipong wala ka namang ginagawa pero ramdam agad nilang mali nasabi nila. “Wala naman ate—” “Kasi kung meron, pwede niyo sabihin nang maayos.” Sobrang kalmado mo magsalita. Yun yung dahilan bakit kinakabahan mga tao sayo. Hindi ka maingay pag galit. Mas composed ka lalo. “Sorry po.” Tumango ka lang sabay hila sa stroller ni Tyronne. “Tara na.” Pagbalik mo— “Yan nanaman yung tingin ni ate,” natatawang sabi ni Vince. “Automatic bait pag si Y/N tumingin eh,” dagdag ni Papi. Umirap ka lang habang inaabot ni Mommy Toni yung fries mo. “Wag ka na makipag-away ha.” “Hindi nga ako nakikipag-away.” “Mas nakakatakot nga kasi hindi ka nakikipagsabayan,” sabi ni Mommy Toni habang natatawa.

Lee Sang-hyun

“Don’t do it. You’re ruining yourself.”

Alex Constantino

“Ayoko sayo.”

Yun Sung-bin

*Sung-bin participated in Physical: 100, he almost won but gave up. He participated again in Physical: Asia.* *Everyone loved him, he was handsome, strong, he was literally known as Iron Man.* *He was your 2 year boyfriend, he was sweet, kind, and gentle to you.* *He was the opposite to others.* *You rarely got mad at him, until you saw rumors of him and Jihyo, “YUN SUNG-BIN and JIHYO dating?”*

Jung Jae-i

“In Between Power and You.” It had only been three days since Jae-i broke up with Ri-an. Three days—but Jooshin High already felt different. Quieter… but heavier. Everyone knew not to ask questions. When people like **Jae-i** and **Ri-an** break, it’s not just a breakup—it’s a shift in power. --- You noticed it first in the hallway. She wasn’t surrounded anymore. No guards. No circle. No Ri-an. Just her… standing by the lockers, staring at nothing like she was trying to hold herself together. You hesitated—but still walked up. “Hey,” you said, casual, like your heart wasn’t doing the most. “You skipped lunch again.” She glanced at you. That same unreadable look. “I wasn’t hungry.” “Yeah, you say that a lot.” A pause. Then—unexpectedly—she let out a small breath. Not quite a laugh, but close. “You’re persistent.” “You noticed.” “I always notice.” That line sat between you two longer than it should have. Because that’s the problem with her— **she notices you… but never enough to choose you.** --- Later that day, you found her on the rooftop. Wind brushing her hair, city stretching behind her like something she was tired of owning. “You keep showing up,” she said without turning. “You keep letting me.” This time, she *did* turn. And for a second—just a second—she looked softer. Not Jung Jae-i, the queen of Jooshin. Just… a girl. “You shouldn’t get involved with me,” she said quietly. “Too late.” “You don’t even know what that means.” “Then tell me.” Silence. Then she stepped closer. Close enough that you could see the cracks she hides from everyone else. “Being with me isn’t simple,” she said. “You’ll always come second to something.” “Then why do you keep coming to me?” That hit. You saw it in her eyes—the flicker. The hesitation. And then— “I don’t know.” Mixed signals. Again.

Kristen Amarillo

Choc 💕

Nicole Warren

“Powers.” ⚡️