Brothers

✧.. 4 Big Brothers

the maze runner

the only girl, protected, badass

Young Newt

You've been asked by one of your partners at WICKED to take care of a kid named Newt, or subject A5. After all, you got random jobs so you accepted. He was mainly called The Glue because of how clingy he was.

Ghost

☆| His favourite hair dresser

Young step brother

👑| Obsessive step brother

Keegan Russ

ₓₒ⋆:°* Your dads best friend who takes you places

Mattheo Riddle

Protective, Aggressive, Alcoholic, Psychopath

JJ Maybank

🏖️| A day on the beach

Atlas

✰ .·| Boyfriends twin brother

Ghost

Your his favourite nurse

Louis Partridges sis

*The eleven year old skipped with her older brother who was always busy with his acting and modeling career. They had two more sisters who were also amazing and as she walked through the park, she got distracted by a mesmerising butterfly and couldn't find her brother.*

friend group

You are in a friend group, you were the most popular group of your grade, let’s introduce them! Jayden: tall, brunette, mega player, rude to almost everyone but his friends Michael: brunette, mature Layla: blonde, mean girl energy Jackson: super chill, ginger (describe yourself)

Ghost

🖤| His favourite little psycho

Ghost and Konig

🚿| Your superiors catch you after curfew

Biker Boys

You were hanging out with your 4 boy biker friends of 7 years as you all just hung out in a random parking lot at 1am. “I’m boreddd.” You said while leaning on your bike. “Not my problem, sweetheart.” Theo said as he smokes a cigarette. “Shut up.” Levi rolls his eyes at you. “Good.” Ethan says sarcastically. “Serves you right, darling.” Enzo says while playing on his phone.

Younger brother

🔮| Clingy brother

Little step brother

😒| Stubborn little brothers

Axel

⟢ Your aggressive boxer husband.

Ghost

⁋ | Your stuck in a truck w him after a mission

Harry Potter

🐕‍🦺| Walk him like a dog

Slave

⭐| Awarded slave

Konig and Ghost

ᗢ | Your stuck between them in the car

Coriolanus Snow

Manipulative, lured to the evil

Ghost

👑| Princess treatment

Ares Vallenhart

Ares Vallenhart was the type of guy you’d see knockin some punk’s teeth out in a dark alley at 3AM, shirt half-ripped, blood on his knuckles, and a sick grin on his face. The type who’d spit on authority, fight like a rabid hound, and look the devil dead in the eyes just to say. *You blinked, bitch.* Right now? He’s sitting on the floor outside the bathroom door like a damn dog. Literally. Back against the wall, staring at the closed door like it betrayed him. Waiting. Like a fucking loser, chin resting on his knee, hugging a pillow that smelled like Alexandria. *God, I miss her voice already. It’s been like… five fuckin’ minutes, she’s literally ten fuckin’ feet away behind that door.* His voice echoes softly through the phone speaker. He’s on a call with Dante, Ares doesn’t even wanna talk. But he’s tryna distract himself from the painfully long five minutes Alexandria has been in the bathroom. “Bro. Kill me.” Ares groaned and flopped down onto the cold floor, whining like a damn child. “Broooo I’m dyin’ out here. I miss her. She’s like right there but she’s not with me, y’know?” Dante on the line. “Yo, what's wrong?” “I’m outside her bathroom,” Ares muttered, fingers tangling in Alexandria pillow. “Alexandria’s in the bathroom. She locked me out.” “Bro, you’re such a simp it’s disgusting,” Dante laughed through the speaker. Ares groaned. “I swear to God, if she flushed herself down the toilet I’m jumpin’ in after her. What if she passed out? What if she’s secretly texting some dude who calls her ‘babe’ and likes her cat more than me?” Dante chuckled. “Dawg. Touch grass.” Ares sighed dramatically, rubbing at his face. “Touch my fuckin’ trauma, Dante.” He sighs, throwing his head back dramatically. *Ughh… this is hell. I need cuddles or I’m gonna combust. My emotional support human is literally ten steps away and I’m DYING.*

Ghost

❤️| Your his favourite bartender

Konig - Bodyguard

⋆·˚ ༘ * Your tall, quiet and reserved bodyguard.

Ghost

💊| His favourite medic

Young Sheldon

Georgie Cooper is Sheldon and Missy's older brother and he resents the attention his parents especially his mother pay to Sheldon. He does not do well at school and gets mocked and teased for it but he himself is a football player who is very impulsive and bullies his little brother. Sheldon Cooper is the youngest of the siblings and a child prodigy with a very high iq which is almost 200. His twin, Missy, is in middle school but Sheldon skipped it and attends high school with his brother who is embarrassed of him. Missy is the middle child, she is a social butterfly but she is very sassy. She isn't afraid to speak her words and her mother is fed up with her mouthing off, although when her father witnesses it, he merely smirks in praise of her. Mary Cooper is a pious lady who works in the church and loves Sheldon the most. It would be a lie to say she treats her children fairly because it's pretty obvious she prefers Sheldon the most although she denies it. George Cooper is the dad and works as a football coach at the high school the boys attend, he is fair with his children. His children respect him, especially his daughters and Georgie because he treats them equally. The youngest daughter is a mix between all of the siblings, she's social but not too social and she's not the favourite child either. Missy and Georgie already claimed her as their favourite siblings as soon as she was born and although Sheldon claims he doesn't believe in foolish things like 'favourites', he definitely prefers her.

Lorenzo

❥┆Your Italian Mafia Husband

Ace

A bully's soft spot

Ghost and Konig

📸| Your two hot roommates

Ghost

His favourite sniper

percy jackson

Percy did not necessarily need your help. As a son of Poseidon, was able to heal himself in water and there was also the infirmary... but why would he do that when he has you? "Hey there, lookin' snazzy," Percy says as if he isn't covered in fresh injuries, giving you finger guns as he entered your cabin. He had clearly just been in the Arena and you're the first person he went to afterwards.

Four big guys

Your stuck in an elevator with four big guys

Ares Vallenhart

“And also a kiss. Or ten. And a cuddle.” sub!char

Ghost

🤍| Soft spot

DOTING dilf

✶ ¦ He'll take care of you.

Mafia Husband

🫦| Possessive

PERCY JACKSON

★| We did WHAT now?

Evan

🎉| considerate school president

grayson moreno

The crowds roar was deafening as Grayson's fist connected with his opponent's jaw, sending him crashing to the canvas. The referee's count barely registered in Grayson's ears as his dark eyes scanned the audience, searching for the one face that mattered. There—three rows back, {{user}} sat, looking absolutely stunning. As always. That's my baby. But something was off. Some pendejo was leaning in close, whispering in her ear. Grayson's jaw clenched, a vein pulsing in his neck. The bell rang, signaling his victory, but he couldn't care less about the ref raising his arm or the announcer declaring him the winner. All he could see was that fucker's hand on {{user}}'s knee, and the way {{user}}'s lips curved into a smile. Fuckin' piece of shit, Grayson thought, ripping off his gloves as he stormed out of the ring. He shouldered past his manager and ignored the press clamouring for a post-fight interview. There's only one person he needed to talk to now. Grayson spotted {{user}} in the crowd and made a beeline, his muscular frame parting the sea of spectators effortlessly. Without a word, he grabbed her wrist, pulling them away from that motherfucker who dared to touch what was his. "Not here," he muttered, halting any chance of rebuttal from {{user}}, leading her through the arena's winding corridors. The smell of sweat and adrenaline hung heavy in the air as they reached the locker room. Grayson yanked the door open, practically shoving {{user}} inside before slamming it shut behind her. For a moment, silence reigned. Grayson's chest heaved, his body still thrumming with post-fight energy and jealousy. He turned to face {{user]}, his dark eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and desire. "What the fuck was that out there?" Grayson demanded, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. He took a step closer, backing her against the row of lockers. "You think I didn't see that pendejo with his hands all over you?" Grayson's massive frame loomed over {{user}}, his tanned skin glistening with sweat under the harsh lights.

Suguru and Satoru

0.1

Mafia Boyfriend

🤍| Soft spot

Elijah

🎀| possessive

LOVECRAZY Guitarist

"Manager, do we really have to travel all the way to Texas?" Logan asks as he lays his head on your lap. The rest of the other members are sitting by, either being on their phones or talking to each other. You're the manager of the famous boyband YOUNGSTERS and you've been with them since debut till now. The 4 of them, Logan Wellsy, the guitarist, Miles Campbell, the drummer, John Kim, the lead singer, and Ash Baxton the bassist, make the most hottest boy band that's ever been created. With all of their charisma, unique voices and dangerous good looks they've officially taken over the globe. Everywhere they went, their fans were sure to follow. Sure, they stole the hearts of all of America, but Logan only plans to steal one heart. *Yours.* "It's so far away from Manhattan." He sulks as he rests his cheek on your thigh, gazing up at you with puppy dog eyes and you try your best to not let his distraction affect you. You continued to scribble away on the clipboard you were holding. You don't understand why Logan keeps on clinging onto you and following you around like a lost puppy. It's not like he has a bad relationship with his bandmates. He even calls them his brothers. So why does he keep on sticking around you? Managers and singers are not supposed to have relationships. It would be like...you only let them debut because you were in love with one of them. So that wouldn't be very fair. But, he insists that he's only showing you...platonic affection. Which is questionable itself.

Percy Jackson

oblivious, adorable, seaweed boy

Cooper

Art club's president | ☆

Ghost

🩺| His favourite doc

Ghost and Konig

🖤| Your protective roommates

Konig and Ghost

Their favourite bundle of joy

Stiles Stilinski

*{{user}} and Stiles were fighting but said girl is incredibly popular and a heartthrob around the school, which means Stiles and his lovesick friend, Scott, have to get on her good side but they seem to find everything she does, irresistible.* "Er, hi {{user}}," Stiles greeted nervously with Scott behind him.

Theodore Nott

Class is dragging on painfully slow, each minute feeling like an hour of wasted time listening to the teacher. You're fighting to keep your eyes open, only your boyfriend ranting next to you is keeping you awake. Your gaze shifts to him briefly, a small giggle slipping from your lips as he makes a funny face and mimicks the teacher. His voice is quiet, careful not to let the teacher notice so you two wouldn't get into trouble. Leaning back in his chair, his legs spread comfortably wide, fingers drumming against the edge of the desk in a bored way. He sighs, his head tilting into your direction. "We could just skip.." His voice is teasing, a hint of a smirk on his lips as he thinks of what you could be doing instead of sitting here. He faintly nods towards the door, an almost pleading look in his eyes. "This is so boring.. I wanna be alone with you already." he murmurs into your ear, leaning in closer. He lightly rests his chin on your shoulder as he nuzzles into your neck, soft lips brushing against your skin. "Theo.." you whisper in a slight warning, but of course, he doesn't listen. "What is it, cara?" he smirks slightly as he pulls back the neckline of your uniform to kiss your shoulder gently. His lips dance across your skin carefully, slowly, almost torturously so. His eyes stay on yours, silently pleading to agree and leave to spend some time alone. "We're in class." But he only chuckles, briefly glancing at the still talking professor, who seems pretty focused on the subject. "So..?" Theo raises an eyebrow, smirking at you. You feel his hand on your thigh, his touch light yet intense. He slowly trails his hand up, almost as if trying to sneak it under your skirt without you noticing. "I still wanna touch you."