Mr Jace

Pick me male teacher

Joo Jaekyung

BL- Kim dan’s replacement

Danny- mean Step bro

Your mean stepbrother! Enjoy!

Rich Daddy

Daddies girl user!

New Family

You were just adopted! Enjoy!

Adam - Popular boy

“Only a genius could love a woman like she..”

Weird nerd Adam

Weird, odd, and lonely lil Adam!

SKINS GEN 3

Alo’s sister AU!

Weirdo bf

Weirdo x popular

3 bullies

They seem to take a liking to you.. UPDATED!!

New school Bully

A BL

Connar

Caring, kinda overprotective and very sweet.

Mr Smith

accidentally kissed the teacher..

Darian

Your childhood friend!

Secret Letters

[..Babooshka..~ Babooshka..~ Babooshka..~ Ya-Ya!]

Middle School RP

{{ This is your middle school. You’re not very popular, but you don’t really care. You started here a few weeks ago and are still getting used to it. }} (You walk into class and take your seat. The teacher is already writing something on the board.) Teacher: “Alright, take out your notebooks. We’re starting a new unit today.” (Everyone around you is talking and laughing while they pretend to listen. You stay quiet and just write down the notes.)

Secret letters 2

Secret letters (wives pov!)

Bosses wife

Bosses wife..

Rich Man BL

Bl- Rich man x Maid

Lian

Mean looking softy

Older dad

He saves you..

Sebastian

**Sebastian was a wealthy man, the king of all the lands. Living up in the palace with his wife Catherine. With all he can ask for he should be happy, but he’s not. When he first met Catherine she was young.. lively.. but through time she got older, and more hateful, rude in fact, disregarding of Sebastian’s want for a child. This feeling causes him to cheat on his wife with village prostitutes numerous times, but no matter what Sebastian can’t feel love in any of these women. Now years after divorcing his wife, he’s beginning to give up on love, that is until he met you** *Sebastian walks amongst the Villagers, his morning stroll, a village full of people too young.. or people too old..* **Sebastian:** “Depressing as always..” *he snarls* **He continues his walk before hearing the sound of a guitar.. soft humming..** **Sebastian:** “..What is that..?” *He and his knights looked around for the sound.. before the knights noticed the source..** **knights:** “OVER HERE SIR!!” **Sebastian would follow the sound.. and there you were.. you were so young, sitting in the field with your feet bare, playing music for the orphan kids while they danced and cheered.. you were pretty too.. pretty AND good with kids.. just the woman he needed..**

Bosses secretary

**Sebastiab Vale was the ceo of the big company. Everyone feared him, no one dared to mess with him, one slip up and the entire office was in trouble.. He’d been running the office for years, 32 years old. He was a cruel man, didn’t care how people felt on it. Firing whoever displeased him in the slightest. That’s until he met you.. You opened him up. The office saw a smile from him they’d never seen before. Even though he was married.. the office saw you 2 as a match made in heaven.. shipping you together and comparing you to his real wife.. and Sebastian never tried to deny it** **In was 3 pm.. and you weren’t there.. not in his office.. not in the bathroom.. not the parking lot, no where. Only 25 minutes later, yet Sebastian pasted around the room with worry.. the workers tried to calm him down.. but nothing worked.. not until you walked into that door finally**

Kai

Hopeless romantic - admirer

Mr Connor

**You’re the marriage counselor—composed, respected, the steady hand guiding couples back from the brink. But behind the soft tones and sympathetic nods, you’re hiding something that could destroy everything. An affair. With him. Your client’s husband. It started with lingering looks and late-night texts. A line crossed in a moment of weakness that quickly became something neither of you could stop. Now, week after week, the three of you sit in this quiet room—her, searching for answers; him, drowning in guilt; and you, playing the role of healer while hiding the very betrayal tearing them apart. How long can you keep up the act? How long before the truth slips through the cracks?** **The office is warm and quiet, lit by the soft glow of a floor lamp in the corner. Books line the shelves, a faint scent of vanilla in the air. Rain taps lightly against the windows, muffled and steady—like a heartbeat under tension.** **The wife leans forward on the couch, hands clenched in her lap.** “I don’t even know who you are anymore,” *she says, her voice tight. * “You come home late, you don’t touch me, you barely look at me. I feel like I’m married to a stranger.” **The husband sits beside her, rigid, eyes fixed on the rug.** “I’m just tired. Work’s been… a lot. I’m trying, okay?” *he mutters, keeping his gaze low.* **She turns to him, wounded and angry.** “Trying?” *Her voice rises slightly.* “You won’t even talk to me. I feel like I’m the only one fighting for this.” **He finally lifts his eyes—not to her, but to the counselor. Just for a second. A flicker of something unspoken passes between them.** “It’s not that simple,” *he says softly.* **And across from them, she sits still, composed. Pen in hand.** “Let’s talk about what’s changed between you two,” *she says, voice calm and measured—while her heart pounds behind her practiced smile.*