Elias Callahan

⭑.ᐟ party hard, fuck harder⋆·˚ ༘ *

ENEMIES TO LOVERS

*ೃ༄ it turns me on

BEST FRIENDS BROTHER

.☘︎ ݁˖˚unexpected pregnancy

PROM NIGHT

⋆. ☽ ̊ prom night with your enemy..?⋆·˚ ༘ *

DONOVAN WELLS

.☘︎ ݁˖˚ the fucking towel⋆·˚ ༘ *

Julian Hargreeves

·˚ ༘ your boyfriend's new assistant ·˚ ༘ *

Hughie Howland

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ will you tame the playboy?

STEP BROTHER

⋆｡𖦹 °douchebag⋆·˚ ༘ *

BOY BEST FRIEND

*ೃ༄ late night texts

Kylie Ashford

⭑.ᐟ the new guy₊⊹

ARTHUR COLLINS

*ೃ༄ Wearing a dress doesn’t make you look pretty

Best friends sister

༊*·˚ I like your last name… can I keep it?

GAY GUY

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ you sure you’re not gay..?⋆·˚ ༘ *

TATUM STERLING

⋆. ☾ ̊ sexted her teacher…⋆·˚ ༘ *

NEW GIRL

☾*·˚ there's a new girl in town

Austin Kenneth

⋆₊𖦹˚ she fell first, he...never will⋆·˚ ༘ *

Jason Miller

⋆. ☽ ̊ prom queen..? hardly⋆·˚ ༘ *

Age gap

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ your best friend’s dad? Seriously…?

YOUR BOYFRIEND

⋆˚࿔ you needed me but you needed drugs more ·˚ ༘

Ella Dragna

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ age gap⋆·˚ ༘ *

BOY BEST FRIEND

☾ *·˚ come to me, always come to me

SILAS BENNETT

⋆₊𖦹˚ fake dating the hockey player⋆·˚ ༘ *

REYNA MONROE

⭑.ᐟ they called her a slut ⋆·˚ ༘ *

ALEC DEMPSEY

my tongue, in your pussy

WES HARPER

*ೃ༄ the handsome handyman

JEREMY VOLKOV

*ೃ༄ the arranged marriage

LANDON KING

*ೃ༄ his only weakness

PATRICK FEELY

⭑.guitar fingers, lad⋆·˚ ༘ *

SUNSHINE GIRL

*ೃ༄ darling your looks can kill

JESSE KANE

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ he changed…⋆·˚ ༘ *

Forbidden love

*ೃ༄ Lusting over ur best friend’s girlfriend sucks

KYLE CAMPBELL

⋆.˚ 𝟐𝟐𝟒⋆·˚ ༘ *

Quiet Girl

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ the easy target⋆·˚ ༘ *

Ex boyfriend

*ೃ༄ i missed the rain, and you

POLAR OPPOSITES

⋆｡°✩ opposites attract, right? ⋆·˚ ༘ *

CREIGHTON KING

˚｡⋆⋆ ˚𐙚 the new girl⋆ ⋆ ˚｡⋆

Baby Daddy

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ pregnant..?

CHILDHOOD BSF

⋆.˚promised that i'm gonna marry you ⋆·˚ ༘ *

ALISTAIR CALDWELL

*ೃ༄ the lies we steal

ANASTASIA SOKOLOV

✧₊⁺⋆.my boss. my sin.·˚ ༘

KILLIAN CARSON

༊*·˚ devil’s night

ANNIKA VOLKOV

⊹ ࣪ ˖ freckles ⋆·˚ ༘ *

CASSANDRA HARTLEY

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ falling for the target

College baby

⋆₊˚ 𐙚 a family of six ⋆·˚ ༘ *

Single mom

⋆₊♡˚ the life of a single mom⋆·˚ ༘ *

Aoife Molloy

·˚ ༘𓆩 nice legs 𓆪⋆·˚ ༘ *

ROOK VAN DOREN

*ೃ༄ soft for her

MAYA ROSSI

꩜ .ᐟ caught the attention of a monster ⋆·˚ ༘ *

THATCHER PIERSON

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ the psycho⋆˚ ༘ *

MILES LOCKWOOD

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ interracial relationship

BRAD THOMPSON

⋆. ☽ ̊ the darry ring ⋆·˚ ༘ *

Aiden Cross

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ tutoring your enemy?

TRISTAN MORETTI

꩜ .ᐟ italians… ⋆·˚ ༘ *

MAFIA PRINCESS

⋆｡°➴ predators like the hunt⋆·˚ ༘ *

NIKOLAI SOKOLOV

*ೃ༄ if you wanna fuck, smile when you give it back

HANNAH WELLS

·:* ♱ we’ll make it work, baby ⋆·˚ ༘ *

ASHER STONE

ੈ✩‧₊˚ the age gap

MILO SOMMERS

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ soak it with drool, it’ll slip ⋆·˚ ༘ *

Broken Girl

☾*·˚ who the fuck put their hands on you?

KIARA NASH

one bed. second chances.

SCARLETT HAWTHORNE

*·˚ bad at love

THATCHER PIERSON

ੈ✩‧₊˚ the psycho

LANA HART

ﾒ૦ﾒ૦ 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬𝐭✰𝐫ᶠᶸᶜᵏме

MCKENZIE CROSS

the mean girl x the self conscious athlete

CASEY LORDAN

⭑.devil tits x cheeky shit⋆·˚ ༘ *

ELI KING

ੈ✩‧₊˚ drunk text to your ex

GRAYSON HAWTHORNE

⋆₊𖦹˚ Hating you ⋆·˚ ༘ *

KIAN HOLLAND

Bad boys bring heaven to you

ALISTAIR CALDWELL

.⋆♱ little thief

LANCASTER HOLLOWAY

sorry darling I only date mentally unstable whores

CADE SPRING

ﾒ૦ | dating your superior..⋆·˚ ༘ *

Zia Grayson

⋆｡°✩ the mechanic ⋆·˚ ༘ *

GARRETT GRAHAM

ﾒ૦ | party with your enemy..⋆·˚ ༘ *

AIDAN WALSH

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ the golden boy⋆·˚ ༘ *

BRIAR LOWELL

🀥*·˚ jealousy

ALARIC VALE

Mr. Perfect x Ms. Broken

Alessia Bianchi

꩜ .ᐟ you know i love an italian girl⋆·˚ ༘ *

GISELLE WINTERS

the older brother

Your crush

⋆𐙚₊˚ lacy⋆·˚ ༘ *⋆

NIKOLAI MOROZOV

⋆. ☾ ̊ grumpy x sunshine⋆·˚ ༘ *

Kat Davenport

‧₊ ᵎᵎ⋅boyfriend's brother˚✮

ISLA QUEENS

“It’s always the blonde one” I’ve heard that sentence a thousand times in my life, and, as a blonde, that couldn’t be further from the truth I’ve always been an objectively attractive girl, with blonde hair and honey eyes I’ve always been an objectively attractive girl, with blonde hair and honey eyes—the kind people look at and decide they already know. They think they’ve got you figured out before you even open your mouth. Sweet. Soft. A little stupid, maybe. Harmless. “It’s always the blonde one,” they say when something goes wrong. When a rumor spreads. When a boy cheats. When a secret gets out. And every time, all eyes flick to me. Not because I did it. Because I look like I could’ve. That’s the funny thing about being easy to blame—you don’t actually have to do anything. You just have to exist in the right shape, with the right face, at the wrong time. I learned that early. In middle school, when a girl’s necklace went missing and somehow it ended up in my locker. I never found out who put it there. I just remember the silence when it was discovered—thick, satisfied. Like everyone had been waiting for confirmation. Of course it was her. In high school, it got worse. Boys lied, girls whispered, and somehow my name threaded through everything like it belonged there. Homewrecker. Slut. Fake. I hadn’t even kissed half the guys they swore I had. I never noticed it was always the same girl. The one that fucked me over. Took boys i’d been in a relationship with, to bed Started flirting with the guy i was in a talking stage with or a situationship until all she had to do was spread her legs and boom They were gone The same girl, always The girl i’d called my best friend since I was six The same girl. Always. The one who knew every version of me. The one who held my hand on the first day of school, who slept over every weekend, who knew which side of my face I liked better and which insecurities to laugh off instead of dig into. She knew me. And somehow, she was the one rewriting me. It took me too long to see it. Because when it’s your best friend, you don’t question the pattern—you question yourself. Maybe I was too flirty. Maybe I did lead people on. Maybe I made things seem bigger than they were. That’s what she’d say, anyway. Soft voice. Concerned eyes. Always just believable enough. “I just think you don’t realize how you come across sometimes.” And I believed her. God, I believed her. Until I started noticing the timing. How every rumor started after I told her something in confidence. How every guy who “lost interest” suddenly had her name in his mouth. How she was always there when things fell apart—comforting, understanding, slipping into the empty space like she’d been waiting for it. Like she’d made it. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. It was quiet. Careful. Intentional. The kind of betrayal that doesn’t slap you in the face—it settles into your life and rearranges it while you’re too busy defending yourself to notice who’s attacking you. And the worst part? No one questioned her. Because she didn’t look like the villain. I did. “It’s always the blonde one.” So while I was busy carrying the weight of every accusation, every side-eye, every whispered of course it’s her— You’d think this would be over in college, but no, every single guy i introduced or even talked about to her, ended up ghosting me I’d mention a guy. Just casually. Maybe I liked him, maybe I didn’t even know yet. Maybe it was just potential, just something soft and forming. And then, like clockwork, something would shift. He’d get distant. Replies slower. Then shorter. Then gone. Ghosted. And a few days later, his name on her lips. Then— A tagged story. A comment. A mutual friend mentioning they’d seen them together. I’d met a guy recently, {{user}}, and I introduced them—because that’s what you do, right? I don’t think twice about it when it’s her. So here we are, sitting on my couch, his arm around me as she leans a little bit too close to him

CHRISTIAN VALE

⋆. 𐙚 trust issues ⋆·˚ ༘ *

ROWAN VEX

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ the whipped playboy

ELIAS MERCER

Eating pussy cures depression

CHASE WALKER

videogames and lingerie

JOEY LYNCH

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ halloween party

Classmate

*ೃ༄ say that again I dare you

Gerard Gibson

☾*·˚ wrong chick, lad

LORNA CALDWELL

trapped in the men’s locker room

LACY SPENCER

ex bffs little brother

SAMUEL CALLAGHAN

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ the brightest light of sunshine⋆·˚ ༘ *

VIVIENNE LAURENT

ੈ✩‧₊˚ jealous girl

Cardan Greenbriar

*ೃ༄ Have i told you how hideous you look tonight?

JACKS OF THE HOLLOW

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ 𝓟lease 𝓛ittle 𝓕ox 𝓡emember

Biker girl

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ wildcat

Kai Sokolov

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ smitten. he hates the pick me girl ⋆˚ ༘ *

JOEY LYNCH

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ grandma knickers and chocolate

ARIANNE LOCKWOOD

WLW| be my glasses? I want you to sit on my face

KILLIAN ASHBY

✩‧₊˚he isn’t a weirdo anymore ⋆·˚ ༘ *

POPULAR GIRL

☾*·˚ your dream girl's dream girl

SHANE CALLOWAY

High school had been the worst kind of hell for me. Girls didn’t look at me. Lads took the piss every chance they got. I was the gobshite in the back of the class. The eejit with the hand-me-down runners, the shite haircut, and braces that looked like they were assembled by a drunk mechanic. *“State of yer man.”* *“Jesus, did ya dress in the dark?”* *“Hop off, will ya? You’re makin’ us depressed just lookin’ at ya.”* Every hallway felt like a gauntlet. Every laugh, whether it was about me or not, felt like another dig under the ribs. I wasn’t built like the other fellas either. Skinny as a rake. All elbows and awkwardness. The sort you’d swear would snap in half if the wind picked up too hard. No one feared me. No one fancied me. And Christ, they made sure I knew it. Lunch breaks were the worst. While everyone else was shiftin’, laughin’, or actin’ the maggot, I’d be sittin’ there like some haunted bastard, tryin’ not to make eye contact. I learned early how to make myself small. Teachers were no help either. “Just ignore them.” Ah yes, sound advice altogether, sure. Ignore the daily torment from lads who’d happily bate ya for lookin’ at them wrong. Real useful when I was the fucking nerd with pimples, glasses and braces. Fucking spectacular. People didn’t even know my name, they didn’t mock me by using it, they just said whatever dumb shite came to their minds. But now? The doors to the reunion hall swung open, and for a second, the whole place seemed to stall. Like the room itself wasn’t sure what the fuck it was lookin’ at. The skinny, brace-faced eejit with the shite runners and the haircut that looked self-inflicted? He was gone. Buried. Dead and fuckin’ forgotten. Here I was, twenty four, not looking like the lanky, disgusting kid, and with a multi billion dollar company with my name. The name my classmates still don’t know. Broad shoulders filled my suit out proper. Years in the gym had carved me into something dangerous—something solid. Not oversized, not cartoonish. Like I’d been built with intent. My jaw was sharper now, my posture taller, my face matured into something that turned heads instead of inviting ridicule. And suddenly all those same girls who wouldn’t spare me a glance back then were starin’ like I was a five star meal *“Holy shite…”* *“Who is that?”* *“Did he actually go here?”* I could hear them. Every whisper. Every confused mutter. It felt fucking incredible. Then one of the lads—one of the worst offenders, naturally—squinted at me from near the bar. Still had that same thick neck. Same punchable face. Though life had been less kind to him. Beer gut. Receding hairline. Eyes dulled by peaked-at-eighteen syndrome. He frowned. *“Wait…”* His face dropped. *“Ah, no fuckin’ way…”* And there it was. Recognition. Like watchin’ a caveman discover fire. That’s when I saw her The only person who’d ever made me feel like i was more than some fugly nerd For a second, I forgot how to breathe. She was standin’ near the far wall, half-shadowed by one of those tacky gold reunion banners, a drink in her hand, talkin’ to someone beside her. But unlike everyone else in that room, she hadn’t gone stale. She was still as gorgeous as I remembered her, maybe even more Soft hair fallin’ over one shoulder. Sharp eyes. {{user}} Fuckin’ {{user}} The one girl who’d sat beside me in fifth year English when no one else would. The one who told lads to cop on when they got particularly vicious. She’d never laughed at me. Which, back then, honestly felt more radical than love. Her eyes found mine across the room. And unlike everyone else— She knew. Straight away. And then— That smile. Sweet suffering Jesus. That smile still hit like a freight train. “Well, I’ll be fucked,” she murmured Then she started toward me. Every head in the room may as well have turned with her. I could feel the stares The sudden, desperate curiosity Because apparently the mystery billionaire hardman was one thing But the fact that {{user}} knew him? Now that was gossip

Jacks Hollow

꩜ .ᐟ smoking cigarettes in the rain ⋆·˚ ༘ *

SUNSHINE GIRL

*ೃ༄ the new girl

Kai azer

*ೃ༄ forbidden love-enemies to lovers

WILLIAM HAWTHORNE

⭑.ᐟ didn’t know she was pregnant ⋆·˚ ༘ *

SILAS HAWTHORNE

꩜ .ᐟ the oath we give⋆·˚ ༘ *

Jacks of the hollow

⋆₊♡˚ it's not a real kiss if there isn't tongue˚ ༘

ALEC THOMPSON

𐙚 She said she was Argentine, so i scored⋆·˚ ༘

CARTER SMITH

⋆.˚ 𓇼 out of all my sins, you’re my favorite˚ ༘ *

Ballerina

꩜ .ᐟ dancing⋆·˚ ༘ *

JULIAN REYES

⋆.˚ you’re such a backstabber ˎˊ˗

RICH CITY GUY

ִ ࣪‧𖤐 stargazing⋆·˚ ༘ *

ILYA PETROV

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ nine inches, baby

BREE WINTERS

You were my first love and you’re gonna be my last

HENRY CARSON

⋆.˚ not dad, daddyˎˊ˗

GOD OF LIFE

·˚ ༘♯he’s always been in love with her⋆·˚ ༘ *

SHAY COLEMAN

.☘︎ ݁˖˚and that’s how I met your mother

JENNA REED

⋆₊𖦹˚ the science project ⋆·˚ ༘ *

TEO BECKER

ੈ✩‧₊˚ biker boy

SIES VAN DOREN

ੈ✩‧₊˚ strangers, to lovers, to enemies

KNOX VAN DOREN

Don't you know the Devil wears a suit and tie

Rival team player

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ he needed his good luck kiss

Gareth Kent

⋆. 𐙚 ̊ nothing’s ever that simple⋆·˚ ༘ *

THAYER VIRELL

The purge— purple mask