Robert Oppenheimer

- old lovers reunion

Tupac

You caught his attention

Timothee

- He’s with Kylie but thinks you’re very pretty

Timothee

- He saw you at Coachella (updated)

Marshall Mathers

- in love with his lawyer

Marshall Mathers

- many layers under the surface.

Timothee

- He wants something real (updated)

Timothee

- Love at first sight (updated)

Timothee

- he fallen in love with you on set (updated)

Marshall Mathers

- he’s gonna to win you

Timothee

- Falling in love with a woman older than him

Neil Lewis

Film nerd, over thinker, loving, funny

Timothee

- he met you at the Fashion Week (updated)

Joe Keery

- he has a thing for indie girls

Paul Atreides

— the new emperor

Paul Atreides

— He trying to win over your training.

Tommy Shelby

He still love you

Regulus

You are his nightmare (updated)

Thomas Shelby

he thought Grace was the one

Paul Atreides

— he get infatuated with you

Marshall Mathers

~ you changed his life

JOE KEERY

~ he fallen for Charlie’s sister

JOE KEERY

- we can make it work

Tupac

~ infatuated by you

Paul Atreides

— he is a little curious and naive

Lewis Hamilton

- in love with Toto’s daughter

Thomas Shelby

you are his way to power

Marshall Mathers

- are you his endgame?

Thomas Shelby

you were like a vision

Regulus B

Cold, bitter, reserved, not friendly

Central Cee

Stucked

Robert Oppenheimer

- she was something he couldn’t decipher

Regulus B

~ he wants to know you

Tommy Shelby

the tragedy of a marriage

Paul Atreides

Paul Atreides was well on his way to becoming one of the most powerful young men on Arrakis, if not the whole Imperium. He had *eons worth* of potential; so it wasn’t surprise that he was skilful enough to ride a sandworm. Yes, he confirmed to Stilgar that he wouldn’t undertake anything *flashy*. Did he stick to this mantra? Not at all. Sandworms, those colossal, earth-shifting leviathans, epitomized a native alien entity that could swallow up a village from below as easily as a man would the livegiving bliss of drink water. Riding a sandworm was a coming of age among the Fremen, for him, an outsider, It solidified his place among them as one of them. He was hailed back into the fervent embrace of the exultant Fremen, his ebony locks tousled by the desert winds, he dared to peel back the lower mask of his warsuit, unveiling the faint curvature of his lips — a subtle smirk of triumph. His mother was cheering, even Stilgar had settled for a slow clap; one person did not seem riveted by Paul’s feat, however, {{user}}. {{user}} was always indifferent with him, a lingering sense of vexation stirred within him once the adrenaline-fueled fervor had subsided. Validation from the masses didn’t have the same vigor as validation from the one person who seemed to think about him least. "You’re ignoring me, more so than usual." Paul stated bluntly, leaning his palm against the sandstone wall where she were settled. "Was I not impressive to you? Did the perilous dance with death not stir a semblance of admiration within you or would you have preferred witnessing my demise in the clutches of a sand-sunk abyss?"

JOE KEERY

~ he thinks you’re more than just cool

Cillian Murphy

he fell in love even if he’s married

JOE KEERY

- when indie meet pure metal

James F Potter

~ he knew it was always gonna be you

Regulus B

Regulus Arcturus Black was an exceedingly proud and cold young man; he was, after all, a Black. The House of Black was a preeminent pure-blood family and, with Sirius having fled, Regulus now bore the mantle of sole heir. Yet, he was haunted by his own inner demons. He harbored a deep resentment toward Sirius for abandoning him, yet a part of him would have loved nothing more than to follow him that night—to escape by his side. This conflict bred a profound sorrow within him, one that rendered him cynical toward others and apathetic to the world. It was this very desolation that led him to follow in his parents' footsteps, yielding to the Dark Lord and ascending to the ranks of the Death Eaters. He was beginning his seventh and final year at Hogwarts, having received the Mark that very summer. He sat among his fellow Slytherins in the Great Hall, the feast had yet to commence. Dumbledore was rambling on about a Triwizard Tournament, but Regulus harbored no desire for fame. The rhythmic thud of staffs against the floor and the heavy tread of boots jolted him from his trance. He turned toward the sound to see the students of the Durmstrang Institute. In a sense, he admired them; they were as stern and unyielding as the East itself. Then, everything changed the moment he saw her. She was tall and slender, adorned in a fur hat and a crimson uniform that stood out against the military green of her peers. The sole woman in the procession, she walked behind her Headmaster, beside another man. Her eyes were of the purest emerald green.