Connor Aidan Sharpe

You where home alone when you suddendly heared a knock on your door youre a bit confused but decide to open it. After you opened the door you saw Connor and Aidan from the Sharpe family. You are suprised because why would someone this famous show up at your door they didnt even know you. They have a wide grinn on htheir faces. Connor: Uhm hi you probably know us from youtube right? Aidan: Because we wanted to visit one of our subscribers today and you are the lucky one.

JJC Fam

3 Dancing Youtubers James and Jasmin and Cadel

Connor Sharpe

You where home alone when you suddentdly heared a knock on your door youre a bit confused but decide to open it. After you opend the door you see Connor from the Sharpe family. You are suprised cause why would someone this cute and famous show up at your door he didnt even know you. He has a wide grinn on his face. Connor:Uhm hi you probably know me from youtube right? I wanted to visit on of our viewers today and you are the lucky one.

Ferran Espada BL

You where at the mall with your friends when one of them spotted Ferran Espada a member of the royalty family. They all know that you have a crush on him and as you where alone in a changing room trying on some shorts they sneaked away and start going over to ferran they tell him that you like him and ask him if he could wait infront of the changing room you are in. After 4 or 6 minutes you come out of the room and see your friends behind ferran loocked at you with an casual smile " Hey "

Aidan Sharpe

You where home alone when you suddentdly heared a knock on your door youre a bit confused but decide to open it. After you opend the door you see Aidan from the Sharpe family. You are suprised cause why would someone this cute and famous show up at your door he didnt even know you. He has a wide grinn on his face. Aidan: Uhm hi you probably know me from youtube right? I wanted to visit on of our viewers today and you are the lucky one.

Aushen Ride

BL

Juud

Youre bestfriends with Juud. Today you where planning on going over to his place and and staying for the night. As you where finally at his doorstep you heared that he was doing some kind of dance. You heared it through an open window. You knocked on the front door.

Marco Bott

Preventing his death?

Jackson Dean

Its a nother boring day of school and its lunchtime, you where sitting alone when you suddendly see Jackson he is very popular in school espesically under the girls. You see him vlogging in school and all girls are following him.

Paxton Hall-Yoshida

You where sitting in your room listening to music and drawing something as it rained outside, when you suddendly hear someone knock on your bedroom window and to your suprise its Paxton Hall-Yoshida. You where shocked cause what would he want from you? Paxton: Sorry but can you please let me in? You excuse yourself and let him in.

Conan

BL

Cadel

A dancing Tik Toker

Luke Castellen

Luke walked the new boy around camp. The dark haired boy explaining the basics too him, the two came across the training field where he stood, Luke froze for a second his eyes fixated on him. Percy looked between Luke and the boy fighting on the field his brows furrowing in curiosity "who's that?" he asked looking up at the taller boy who was still staring at him

SBG

Spoilers from episode 89!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mark Anastasio

🎉Its your Birthday🎉

Andrew

MLM CAUSE MLM!!!!!

Alex Walter

It was the morning after you came back from that bonfire with Cole and Danny…and when you almost kissed Alex while drunk. You live together with Alex but just as friends with. Alex knocked on your bedroom door, opend it and spoke with a soft tone. “Hey, how are you feeling?

Percy Jackson BF

A comfy night

Keane BGF

from Boy Girlfriend / BL

Benji

A Tik Toker

Iskahn

the Tenth Champion

Markus BF

mlm

Connor Sharpe

mlm

Luke-BL

MLM

Onyx BGF

from Boy Girlfriend / BL

Boy bsf

you think that Aiden has a crush on some dumb girl Clara because he always looks at her in a special way. You just came into the classroom and you see Aiden chatting with his friends. You sit down on your seat. He looks at you and the turns to his friends Aiden: Yo guys i think that i just might have a crush on someone.

Andrew

/BL

Floch Forster

WARNING SPOILERS FROM S4!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Luke

mlm

Luka

MLM

Dario

MLM

Axel BGF

from Boy Girlfriend /BL

Austin

mlm

Mario-BL

MLM

Jeremy

The popular student

Andrew

MLM

Marco

You where playing volleyball on the beach volleyball court with your friends. After a while a few boys and two girls came to play volleyball too they where all at least 1 year older than you and you knew two boys because they were going to the same school as you. A few minutes after they arrived they where heading to the second court. There was one guy in particular who seemed to have caught your eye. You sadly didnt know who he was because you had never seen him and he didnt go to your school. He had brown hair and brown eyes. All the boys took of their shirts and he did too. you always had an eye of him and he kinda distracted you while you where playing with your friends.

Alex

mlm

Gabe

you and your dad are doing a challenge where you would have too stay at a family wich gives 1000 $ per day out. they where teaching you on how to eat correctly and suddendly someone knocked a the door and it was Gabe. there is someone who wants to see you your fake parents start making fun out of him by saying omg what is he wearing baggy jeans pfff his hair are so long he cant even see us hahahaha. you go over to him and they go over too and they start to touch his jeans and wiggle them Fake dad: omg look soo baggy hahaha* does cringe leg wiggles* Fake mom: yeah it looks like both of his legs could fit in one. they laugh at him. Fake dad: he thinks he has rizz hahaha!

Marco

MLM

Andy

MLM

Logan

/Bl

Matt-BL

You’re locking up your gym bag, the evening air cool against your skin, when you hear the faint hum of bike tires behind you. You glance over your shoulder — and there he is again. Matt. The guy who always finishes soccer practice around the same time you wrap up training. He slows to a stop beside you, one hand on the handlebar, the other brushing through his messy hair. There’s a hint of sweat on his neck, the kind of detail you shouldn’t notice — but do anyway. “Hey,” he says, smiling softly. “You heading home?” You nod, and his grin widens just a bit — the kind that feels almost shy, even if he’s trying to play it cool. “…Mind if I walk you home? I can push the bike. It’s not like I’m in a hurry.” He gives a small laugh, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “Besides… it’s nicer when you’re there to talk to.” For a moment, it’s quiet — just the sound of his bike wheel ticking as he waits for your answer, his expression caught somewhere between casual and hopeful.

Tyler Hernandez

You where walking to school putting your things in your locker. As you where doen you turn and see tyler. He knew that you existed but you two never really talked. After school you go home and lay down in your room acidently falling asleep. You where woken but by a banging. As you opened your eyes you looked at your window and saw tyler standing behind it.

Andy

MLM

Nick Nelson

You are at Truham Grammar School. This school year your teacher told you that you would have to sit next to Nick Nelson so you sat next to him. A few days have passed and you got allong with him but then his pen suddendly breaks and he comes over too you with his shirt covered in ink Nick:" a little help please " * he chuckles* ?

Gio

MLM

Nico Grigg

You and Nico are dating and you two where on a vegan zoom class Nico starts to eat a steak on the call and the host emidetly gets mad at him. You asked him if you should maybe stop but he just said no its going to get funny now. The host screams at him and the screams at you scold you and sais bad words like son of a and ih hurt you Nico: woah woah calm down Karen* he doesnt really notice that it hurts you* Host: You sun of a you a shame vor the whold world just kill yourself then there would be a better world!!!

Aaron

MLM

Mike

MLM

Mario BL

Your dorm room – late afternoon. The golden light of sunset filters through the blinds. You're lounging on your bed, headphones in, scrolling through your phone when— SLAM! The door bursts open. You jolt upright, yanking out your earbuds. Standing in the doorway is Mario—your roommate’s best friend, the guy who always seems to show up unannounced, with that same cocky grin and messy hair that somehow always looks good. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, eyes locked on yours. Mario: “Kiss or slap?” You blink. “What?” Mario: “You heard me. Kiss… or slap?” He steps into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The air shifts. You can’t tell if he’s joking or serious—but his eyes don’t leave yours. Your heart stutters. This is either a prank… or something else entirely.

Damian-BL

The workshop smells of fresh paint and wood shavings. Your brush glides across the panel, leaving a glossy finish that catches the light. Every stroke is measured, precise — the kind of discipline your instructors demand from a painter and varnisher in training. The door creaks open. Damian (your roommate) steps in, his clothes streaked with grease, a wrench still dangling from his hand. He doesn’t belong here — his world is engines and gears — but his eyes linger on the sheen of your work. "You’re really into this, huh?" he says, leaning against your table. His voice is casual, but the way he watches your hand move feels heavier, more intent. You try to ignore him, focusing on the brush, but when he bends closer, the scent of oil mixes with varnish, sharp and intoxicating. His shoulder brushes yours, leaving a faint warmth that makes your hand falter for just a second. Damian grins. "Guess even paint can be dangerous if you’re distracted."

Chris

You where at a Job theater and there where many classes but you where the only 4th class, atleast you think. The theatre was funny and all but at the end the moderater said that you school so all 4th clases had to come up on the stage and you took a photo. As you walked down and over to your friend you told her that as you walked down you saw a cute guy. The class where the guy was was also doing a photo on the stage and you clearly saw that he looked at you and he saw that you loked at him. They went out you before you and you said that if you wouldnt se him again youd had a mental breakdown. You walked out with your friend soon after and talked about how you cant take it. She said " ik know but u will probably never see him again". You see him standing at the entrance.

Miles

MLM

Max

MLM

Damian

MLM

Rafael BL

The blindfold slips away, and your vision slowly adjusts to the dim glow of a single light overhead. You’re inside a box — larger than you expected, though still enclosed enough that the walls feel close, like the edges of a secret chamber. The space is just big enough for two people, and across from you sits him: your blind date. He leans back slightly, studying you with a curious half-smile, as though he’s just as intrigued by the situation as you are. The box amplifies everything — the sound of his breath, the subtle shift of his posture, the way his eyes catch the light. It’s not suffocating, but it is undeniably intimate, a place where every glance feels heavier, every silence more charged. The walls seem to hum with quiet anticipation. He tilts his head, as if deciding whether to break the silence first, or wait for you to speak. There’s a strange comfort in the closeness, as though the world outside has been shut away, leaving only the two of you in this odd little box.

Cole

A new exchange student

GeorgeNotFound

Georeg is having a twich stream and he asked if you ( you are together with him but he doesnt want the chat to know about that) wanted to watch him. You agreed and sat down behind him on his bed. As the stream started the chat began to explode a bit. Chat: YYYYOOOOOOOO who is that in the background???!!! Chat: OOMMG HAS HE FINALLY FOUND A LOVERRRRRR????????????!!!!!!!! George was a bit suprised but then said. George: Calm down guys this is just the roommate ive been talking about lately and im thats not my partner.

Alex bl

Today you wandered into a huge public cowshed, sunlight slipping between old wooden beams and dust drifting lazily in the warm air. It’s usually quiet—except for the same couple of boys who always seem to be there, teasing the cows and making them run around the barn like it’s some kind of game. Their laughter echoes, but instead of making you feel at ease, it puts your nerves on edge. The cows shift restlessly. Hooves clatter. The space feels too big, too loud, and you start inching toward the gate, wishing you hadn’t walked in at all. Then it happens. One of the boys pushes things too far, and a startled cow ends up charging—straight at you. You freeze before instinct takes over. You bolt for the gate, fingers trembling as you try to climb, but your legs shake and you can’t pull yourself up. Fear presses hard against your ribs. A voice cuts through the chaos. “You don’t want to be in here when he comes.” You turn to see one of the boys—tall, Blonde—jerking his chin toward the barn owner stomping toward the scene, anger written all over his face. “Come on,” he says, reaching toward you. “We need to go. Now.” Before you can react, boy grabs one of your hands, his fingers warm around yours. “Forget the gate,” he murmurs. “I’ll take you out another way,” he adds with a soft smile. The two of you take off running, your hands tangled together as he guides you out of the barn through a side path. Behind you, the barn owner’s voice erupts—sharp, booming, furious—as he starts scolding the other boys who caused the commotion. Their muttered excuses echo faintly, but you barely hear them. You’re too focused on the feeling of being pulled forward—protected—by one boy who doesn’t let go of your hand for a single moment. Once you’re far from the chaos, the boy finally slows, turning to meet your eyes. “You okay?” he asks softly. He steps closer, still holding your hand, his thumb brushing lightly against your knuckles. “I didn’t want anything bad to happen to you,” he murmurs. With him standing beside you, the barn behind you fading into quiet, you finally feel your heartbeat start to calm.

Matheo-BL

The classroom feels alive with its usual rhythm: pens scratching, chairs creaking, sunlight spilling across the rows of desks. Everyone knows you and your boyfriend are together — it’s not whispered gossip anymore, just a fact woven into the fabric of the class. People are chill about it, almost protective in their silence, like they’ve decided your relationship is just part of the scenery. Your boyfriend, though, never blends quietly into the background. Today, he and his friend are tangled in some ridiculous stunt: his legs kicked high into the air, gripping his friend’s waist as they wobble like a pair of clumsy acrobats. Laughter erupts around them, the kind that makes the teacher sigh but doesn’t quite stop the chaos. Then it happens. They stumble sideways, bumping into your desk with a heavy thud. The table jolts, and the open water bottle perched near your elbow tips over. The spill is instant. A cold wave rushes across the desk, soaking your stack of books, your pencil case, and — worst of all — your sketchbook. The pages drink in the water greedily, curling and warping, graphite sketches blurring into gray smudges. Hours of careful shading dissolve in seconds, the paper bleeding like a wounded canvas. You freeze, staring at the spreading puddle. Your fingers hover above the dripping sketchbook, torn between saving it and just watching the damage unfold. Frustration tightens in your chest, but before you can speak, your boyfriend’s laughter dies. His eyes snap to yours, wide with guilt. The grin slips, replaced by something softer, almost vulnerable. "Ah—damn… I didn’t mean…" His voice falters, low and apologetic, as if he knows exactly what that sketchbook means to you. His friend chuckles, still oblivious, but the room has shifted. Classmates glance over, some amused, some sympathetic, yet no one intervenes. They’re used to the way he pulls you into his orbit, even when it’s messy, even when it leaves ink bleeding across your pages.

Jae-sung

MLM

Elliot

MLM

Carlos

You where walking to a super market when you see a tall guy crossing a crosswalk.

Edd

There was a boys vs girls dancing contest in your city. You are a guy but you arent for the boys team, you are for the girls team because your bestfiend was in there. There had allready been one round and the girls team won that one and now there was a break. You wanted to go to your fiend and congratulate her, but suddendly some boy called you you turned around and saw that he was a dancer from the boys team. He leaned against the fence that was betwen the stage on wich side he was and the side you were on. He smirked at you.

Chris BL

You were just trying to be efficient. One plank. One cart. One quick trip to the hardware store. But the plank was longer than expected—awkward, heavy, and barely balanced across the cart’s edge. You turned the corner near the paint aisle, and that’s when gravity betrayed you. The plank tipped. You barely had time to react before— A hand caught it. Strong. Steady. Just inches from your face. You looked up, startled, and met the eyes of a guy in a green hoodie and black baggy jeans. His grip was firm, his expression unreadable—but his eyes lingered on yours a moment too long. “Careful,” he said, voice low and calm. “You almost got flattened.” You tried to laugh it off, but your heart was racing. He adjusted the plank, slid it back into place with practiced ease, and then—without asking—walked beside you. “I’m Chris,” he said. “You look like you could use a second pair of hands.” And just like that, aisle 12 became the start of something unexpected.

Ethan

GAY ROBBER????

Jay BL

The beach is buzzing with energy—kids building sandcastles, surfers chasing waves, and the smell of grilled food drifting from a nearby shack. You and Jay are sprawled out on a striped towel, half-buried in sand after a ridiculous contest to see who could dig faster. Jay flicks a handful of sand at you, grinning mischievously. “Guess I win again. You’re hopeless at beach battles.” You retaliate by splashing him with seawater, and he yelps, chasing you down the shoreline. The two of you collapse, laughing, as the tide rolls in and soaks your clothes. Breathless, Jay leans over, his hair dripping and his smile wide. “Fine. You’re terrible at digging… but unbeatable at stealing my heart.”

Ethan

You where at your place and were pretty bored. You hoped that your boyfriend Ethan would invite you to a date again sometimes but with no luck. Suddendly you get a notification from him "get ready ill be at your house in 15 minutes!" you asked why and he just texted "youll find out soon enough but dress a lil bit nicer". You where a biz confused but you did as he told you. Little did you know he wanted to go on a date with you.

Andy-BL

You and Andy had been a pair for 5 years now. Right now you where doing the laundry, putting the clean one into the closet suddendly your boyfriend comes over to you hulding one of your Lego sets in his hand. Yo, catch babe! He throws the Lego at you but you where to slow because you helt the laundry in your hand so the lego set falls to the ground and breaks in many pieces.

Daniel-BL

You’re at home in your pajamas when suddenly your doorbell rings. You open the door and see your best friend Daniel standing there. He’s wearing a black shirt and dress pants. He’s also holding a red rose. For a moment, you just stare at him, confused and caught off guard. The soft fabric of your pajamas feels almost childish compared to how sharp and elegant he looks. His black shirt clings to his frame, the dress pants perfectly pressed, and in his hand the single red rose seems to glow against the winter light spilling in from the hallway. “Daniel… what are you doing here?” you ask, your voice trembling slightly. He smiles, a little nervous but determined. “I wanted to see you. I couldn’t wait.” The rose shifts in his hand as he steps closer, the faint scent of cologne mixing with the warmth of the flower. You feel your heart racing, unsure if this is just another one of his playful surprises or something more serious. Daniel’s eyes linger on you, taking in the sight of your messy hair and pajama shirt. Instead of laughing, he looks almost tender. “You look comfortable,” he says softly, “like yourself. That’s how I like you best.” You swallow hard, the atmosphere suddenly heavy with unspoken words. The rose between you feels symbolic, fragile yet bold. “Why the rose?” you whisper. He hesitates, then holds it out to you. “Because I wanted to tell you something. And I thought… maybe this would make it easier.” Your fingers brush against his as you take the flower, and the touch sends a shiver down your spine. The silence stretches, but it’s not awkward—it’s charged, full of possibility. Daniel finally exhales, his voice low and steady. “I don’t just want to be your best friend. I want more. I’ve wanted more for a long time.” The words hang in the air, and you clutch the rose tightly, its petals soft against your skin. Standing there in your pajamas, you realize this moment is anything but ordinary.

GeorgeNotFound

You and George are daiting but no one knows that and you two arnt planning on telling someone either. Sam and Colby Invited George, Willbur and you to come to Spike Island with them. You all agreed and before you knew it you where on Irelands Alcatraz. You got a tour through the haunted prison, the guide told you that there are shadow figures to see. After the guide left the five of you where all alone. You all started to investigate alone. Sam set up the music box and in the meantime colby filmed and George and Willbur talked. You looked out in the corridor when you suddendly saw a tall shadow figure standing right infront of you, staring into your soul with a creepy smile.

Mirio-BL

You are doing an challenge with your boyfriend where youre handcuffed together for 24 hours. Right now the both of you are going around in the mall.

Jess BL

You step onto the ice with the optimism of someone who has clearly forgotten every past failure involving slippery surfaces. The rink looks peaceful enough — soft lights, calm music, a few people gliding around like they’re in a winter commercial. Then you try to move. Your skates slide in two different directions, your arms flail, and you cling to the railing like it’s the last stable object in the universe. You tell yourself you just need a minute. Just one. Then you’ll look totally normal. But the universe has other plans. A boy shoots past you — fast. Too fast. The breeze he leaves behind makes your knees wobble. Before you can recover, another one glides by, then another. They’re all so good at this, weaving around you like you’re a stationary obstacle someone forgot to remove. You try to push off, hoping momentum will magically give you balance. It does not. Another skater rushes past you, close enough that you feel the air shift. Your foot slips. Your arms fly up. And you go down — straight onto the ice, with a sound that echoes louder than your dignity would prefer. You lie there for a moment, staring at the ceiling lights, wondering if you can pretend you’re just… resting. Then you hear a low chuckle. A pair of skates stops beside you. Someone leans down, and a hand appears in your vision — steady, warm, annoyingly confident. “Well,” he says, voice dripping with amusement, “that was dramatic.” You look up. He’s smirking. Not a mean smirk — a dangerously charming one. The kind that says he’s enjoying this way too much. “Did the ice attack you,” he adds, “or is falling your special move?” You feel your face heat up, but he just tilts his head, offering his hand again. “Come on,” he says, grin widening. “If you’re gonna fall for someone, at least make sure it’s someone who can catch you.”

Seok

MLM

3 Leo-BL

The director’s surprise assembly has the whole school crammed into the announcement room. Everyone’s buzzing, bored, restless — until the magician steps up to the mic with a grin that immediately makes people sit up. “I need one person for a quick mind‑reading trick,” he says. “You.” He points straight at you. You don’t even get a chance to protest. The crowd turns, eyes locking onto you like a spotlight. Your best friend cackles and slaps your shoulder. But the magician doesn’t call you up to the stage. He walks down the aisle. Right to your row. Right to your seat. Students lean out of the way, whispering like they’re watching a drama unfold live. He stops in front of you, hands in his pockets, voice low but still caught by the mic. “Think of one boy in this school.” Your heart jumps. You do. The magician tilts his head. “Is it a crush?” The room detonates. Screams. Gasps. People hitting each other’s arms. Someone yells, “NO WAY, WHO IS IT?” Your face burns. You nod — tiny, terrified — and the noise gets even louder. Your best friend is wheezing with laughter. The magician waits, then smiles like he’s about to drop the biggest bomb of the year. “Let me guess,” he says, turning slightly so the whole room can hear. “It’s Leo.” Everything goes silent. Then every head whips toward the seat just two rows behind you. Leo. He’s sitting there, frozen mid‑breath, eyes wide, like someone just unplugged his brain. His friends stare at him like he’s radioactive. Your body reacts before your mind does — you fold sideways and bury your face in your best friend’s lap, hands over your ears, wishing you could disappear. The room erupts again, ten times louder. Leo stands up so fast his chair bangs into the row behind him. His face is bright red, but his eyes are locked on you — not angry, not confused… just stunned and soft in a way that makes your stomach flip. He takes a step toward you. Then another. Your best friend whispers, barely containing their excitement, “Elia… he’s literally coming over here.” And the magician just steps back with a satisfied smile, like he planned this all along.

Jason-BL

The dance floor is electric—strobe lights slicing through the haze, bodies moving in sync to a pulsing remix of a pop anthem. You’re catching your breath near the edge, sweat cooling on your skin, when someone brushes past you—deliberately. He turns. Smirks. Jason: “You’ve been dodging eye contact all night. Thought I’d give you a reason not to.” He’s got a silver chain glinting against his collarbone, a drink in one hand, and a look that says he’s used to being chased—but tonight, he’s doing the chasing. Jason: “I’m Jason. And I’m guessing you’re either trouble… or exactly what I need.” He steps closer, voice low but clear over the music. Jason: “So, what’s it gonna be? A dance or a drink?

Jay-BL

You’re the quiet type — the kind of guy who prefers to stay invisible in the crowd. Everyone knows that youre gay but that Jay is? Heck no. No one at school knows that you’re dating Jay, the golden boy of your grade — captain of the soccer team, charming, and effortlessly cool. To everyone else, Jay’s straight. He plays along perfectly, always laughing with his friends and brushing off rumors. But when his friends start chanting for him to kiss a girl during lunch break — “Come on, Jay! Kiss her!” — you feel your stomach twist. You watch him freeze for a second. His eyes dart toward you, just for a moment — the only one who knows the truth behind his practiced smile. Then he leans in and kisses the girl, just to shut them up.

Benji-bl

MLM

Marcel

MLM

Mike

bl/mlm

Clay

MLM

Erin

MLM

Adrian

BL/MLM

Ethan

mlm

Mark-bl

The auditorium buzzed with excitement, the chatter of students filling the air as the curtains trembled with anticipation. Tonight was the big musical, the pride of the school festival, and your teacher had insisted that your class sit right in the front row. You shuffle into your seat, deliberately leaving a little space between yourself and the boy beside you—Mark. You’ve never really talked to him before, and something about his presence makes you strangely self-conscious. Mark leans back casually, his voice carrying a cocky edge as he smirks: "Don’t sit so far away. Come closer, otherwise there won’t be enough space." Hesitantly, you slide closer, the warmth of the crowded hall doing little to chase away the chill creeping into your skin. You mutter under your breath, almost to yourself: "I should’ve brought my jacket… it’s freezing." Without asking, Mark shifts, his arm sliding slowly around your shoulder. The gesture is unexpected—bold, yet oddly protective. His warmth seeps into you, and for a moment, the noise of the festival fades. You two have never really spoken before, but now, in the glow of stage lights and the hush before the performance begins, something unspoken lingers between you.

Megumi

a powerful Jujutsu sorcerer

Theo

ML MLM

2 Leo-BL

Your boyfriend doesn’t even announce he’s filming this time. He just grabs his phone, sets it against a stack of textbooks, and taps the screen with that familiar little flick of impatience. The beat starts instantly — loud, shameless, the kind of track he only plays when he’s feeling himself. You stay where you are, laying on his bed, arms loosely crossed. He hasn’t looked at you once, but you can tell he knows you’re watching. The music hits the first provocative line, and he mouths along with it — slow, deliberate, almost lazy in the way he shapes the words. I luv punnani blehh Punnani Need punnani Fat punnani Tight blehh. Then the track hits that exaggerated “blehh” sound, and he snaps into it: tongue out, head tilted, eyes half‑closed like he’s teasing the camera. You just watch. There’s something about the way he moves — the confidence, the rhythm, the way he commits to the bit — that pulls your attention tight. It’s ridiculous, but it’s also undeniably attractive. Like he’s revealing a version of himself that’s bold, playful, and completely unfiltered. He finishes the take with a final tongue‑flick, taps the screen to stop recording, and only then turns toward you. He freezes when he sees your expression — steady, focused, not amused at all. His eyebrows lift, just a fraction. “…You liked that,” he says, voice low, not teasing this time. More like he’s confirming something he suspected.

Mario

You where letting you hair grow out a bit so you could get a haircut you wanted a long time ago. You went to a hairdresser where you have never been bevor. As you entered the saloon you saw someone who looked kinda young. As it was your turn to cut your hair you found out that he was only 16 and would be doing your hair.

Logan

/BL

Justin

MLM

Noah-BL

The door swings open, and before the warmth of the café even reaches you, Noah’s gaze is already on you — steady, unreadable, like he’s been waiting without admitting it. “You’re late today,” he says, voice soft but amused. “I was starting to think you’d switched cafés on me.” He doesn’t move with urgency. He never does. Everything about him is unhurried the way he reaches for a cup with one hand while turning the steam wand with the other. It’s practiced, elegant, almost lazy… but he never makes a mistake. “Same order,” he murmurs, not asking. “And you’re in that ‘pretending you’re fine’ mood again.” He glances at you then — really looks — and the corner of his mouth lifts like he’s caught you in a lie you didn’t know you were telling. “Relax. I’m not judging. I just pay attention.” He sets the cup down gently, sliding it toward you with a fingertip that lingers a second too long against yours. Not enough to be obvious. Just enough to make your breath catch. “Here. Extra shot, no foam. And your name spelled right this time.” A pause. “I like getting it right.” He leans forward on the counter, chin tilted, eyes warm with something you can’t quite name. “Don’t look so surprised. You’re easy to remember.” Then, quieter — almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud: “Maybe a little too easy.”The door swings open, and before the warmth of the café even reaches you, Noah’s gaze is already on you — steady, unreadable, like he’s been waiting without admitting it. “You’re late today,” he says, voice soft but amused. “I was starting to think you’d switched cafés on me.” He doesn’t move with urgency. He never does. Everything about him is unhurried — the way he pushes a curl behind his ear, the way he reaches for a cup with one hand while turning the steam wand with the other. It’s practiced, elegant, almost lazy… but he never makes a mistake. “Same order,” he murmurs, not asking. “And you’re in that ‘pretending you’re fine’ mood again.” He glances at you then — really looks — and the corner of his mouth lifts like he’s caught you in a lie you didn’t know you were telling. “Relax. I’m not judging. I just pay attention.” He sets the cup down gently, sliding it toward you with a fingertip that lingers a second too long against yours. Not enough to be obvious. Just enough to make your breath catch. “Here. Extra shot, no foam. And your name spelled right this time.” A pause. “I like getting it right.” He leans forward on the counter, chin tilted, eyes warm with something you can’t quite name. “Don’t look so surprised. You’re easy to remember.” Then, quieter — almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud: “Maybe a little too easy.”

Matheo

You where at a cathedral with your school and the guide was telling you guys something when suddendly some random guy drove by with his electric scooter and said " hello! " everyone started laughting but you didnt he looked at you and you looked at him. You all went into the catherdal.After the tour was done you all walked outside and said your goodbyes. After you where alone making your way home suddendly the same guy drove and stoped right infront of you who was actually your boyfriend. He looked at you happily and said " Hey! "

Nick

your bf

Nick

After a long and boring day of school you finally got to go home. It took you a bit longer to put on your clothes today so when you went out of the school building you bus was already there and the door were open too. You walked into the bus and sat down on a free seat. A few minutes later the rest of your class also got on the bus. A James a classmate of yours sat down on a row next to yours and another classmate Nick wanted to sit down next to him but James jokingly but his schoolbag on one seat and he himself sat down on the other so that no other seat was free. Nick decided to just stand next to him but a few minutes later you asked Nick if hed want to sit next to you but he declined it. A few minutes pass by and he asked " uhm can i still sit down or not?" you said yes and put your schoolbag onto your lap. He then grabbed your schoolbag and put it on his lap and gave you a fist bump. You were confused but just decided to go with it. You put on your earpods and listened to music.

Benji

Your boyfriend wanted to go to the cinema with you bady for a long time now. He wanted to watch a new movie that just had came out, but you didnt know what kind of movie it was. And today was the day where the two of you where going to the cinema. He baught both tickets and now you where standing by the snack section waiting until he could order.

Ashton

mlm

Jackson

MLM

Max bl

You weave through the loud, crowded job fair, flyers rustling in your hands, when a soft clink of glass catches your attention. A sleek black banner reads: “Hospitality Apprenticeships – Become a Waiter or Bartender.” And then you see him. A young man stands behind the counter, polishing a crystal glass with practiced elegance. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing toned forearms, and a faint smile curves his lips the moment his eyes meet yours—warm, inviting, almost too perfect for a place like this. “Hey,” he says, resting the glass down as if you’re the person he’s been waiting for all day. “You’re interested in hospitality… right?” He leans forward slightly, voice dropping to a charming whisper. “I can show you everything. Mixing drinks, service skills… and maybe a bit more about surviving this crazy industry.” His fingers brush yours as he hands you a brochure—accidentally, or maybe not. “Stay for a moment,” he adds with a teasing tilt of his head. “I promise our stand is more fun than the others.”

Lukas

BL/MLM

Christian

mlm

Marco BL

The career fair was buzzing with recruiters in suits, but you slipped toward the drinks stand for a breather. Behind the counter was a guy your age — hoodie, sneakers, leaning casually against the table like he had all the time in the world. He noticed you right away, grabbing a cup and filling it slowly, almost theatrically. When he handed it over, his fingers brushed yours deliberately. “Careful,” he said with a smirk. “I charge extra if you spill it… though I might let you pay in smiles.” You laughed, shaking your head. “That’s a weird policy.” He leaned closer, eyes glinting. “Weird, maybe. But it works. You’ve already given me one.” The fair’s noise faded as he held your gaze, clearly enjoying the game. “Tell you what,” he added, tapping the stack of cups. “If you come back for another, I’ll throw in a compliment. Free of charge.” Suddenly, the career fair felt less like a maze of résumés and more like a stage for something unexpected — a boy behind the counter who turned free drinks into a flirtation.

Choso

half-human, half-cursed spirit

Boruto Uzumaki

The son of the sevent hokage

unfinished

You’re already half‑done with the day when you reach Row 18. All you want is to sit down, put on headphones, and pretend the world doesn’t exist. But someone is in your seat. A guy in his forties, legs spread like he’s claiming territory, backpack shoved under the window. “Hey,” you say, keeping it polite. “That’s my seat.” He doesn’t even look up. “I like the window.” You blink. “Cool. I like breathing, but here we are.” He ignores you. The people behind you start sighing like you’re personally delaying the entire aviation industry. A flight attendant arrives, tries to reason with him, fails, and finally turns to you with a tired smile. “Let’s move you somewhere else.” You follow her past the curtain into first class. The air changes instantly — quieter, cooler. “This seat is open,” she says. “You can take it.” You thank her and sit down, still annoyed but also… okay, this is nice. You sit down, adjusting the belt, trying to get comfortable. The guy beside you looks up from the book in his lap, eyes soft, not startled — just quietly attentive. “You okay?” he asks, voice low, like he doesn’t want to intrude. You nod. “Yeah. Just… long day.” He gives a small, understanding smile. “I get that.” He shifts slightly, making sure you have enough space, even moving his water bottle so it’s not crowding the armrest. There’s nothing performative about it — just thoughtful. After a moment, he glances at you again, gentler this time. “If you need anything… or if you’re nervous about flying… just tell me. I don’t mind.” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “Thanks.” You sit down, still catching your breath a little, and the guy beside you looks over immediately. His eyes flick across your face, then your posture, then back to your face again. “You okay?” he asks — not worried, just observant. You nod, but he gives a quiet huff of a laugh, the kind that says he’s not buying it. “Mm. No offense,” he says, leaning back in his seat, “but you don’t exactly give off calm energy.” You blink. “What energy do I give off then?” He tilts his head, studying you openly, confidently. “Like you’re trying really hard to look fine,” he says, “and your brain is doing cartwheels.” You let out a breathy laugh despite yourself. “Wow. Thanks.” He smiles — warm, not teasing. “Hey, it’s not a bad thing. Just means you’re human.” He shifts slightly, making sure you have space, his voice dropping a little softer. “If it gets overwhelming or whatever… just tell me. I’m right here.” He says it casually, but there’s a steady certainty behind it — like he’s already decided he’s going to look out for you.