Apolo

🥃 | drunk enemy

Andrew

baby daddy (girl) | ⊹₊⟡⋆

Andrew

baby daddy (boy) | ⊹₊⟡⋆

Your 6 brothers

🫥 | six brothers

Dylan - BL

💌 | BL

Davon

👨‍👩‍👦 | perfect life.

Taewon

📜 | K-pop survival show(!!UPDATED!!)

Naomi

Beautiful, flirtry best friend, rich, elegant

Tyler

💞 | he only has a soft spot for you

Leo

💋 | lovely husband

Jason

🎸 | Lead Guitarist boyfriend

Apollo

young father | ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

Levi

🪩 | 7 minutes in heaven

Yerin

📜 | k-pop survival show

Ryan

🍦| ice cream day

ALEXANDER VEXLER

baby daddy

Yoshi

🫢 | brother's best friend

Octavius

🦢 | unusual

ROXANA LOUIS

Roxana had known Marcus since before the world knew his name. To her, he was the kid who’d sneak into her window with a half-broken guitar and an even more broken smile, long before #icanteven turned into a global anthem machine. By 2012, when the band formed, she was the only one who sat in the garage with them through endless rehearsals, rolling her eyes while secretly cheering them on. And when “Daddy Issues” exploded in late 2013, she was the first to remind Marcus not to let fame convince him he suddenly knew how to cook ramen properly. Now, in 2025, both of them were in their late twenties. Roxana had built her own life—steady job, small apartment, a quiet kind of success—but Marcus’s world was chaos. Stadium tours, late-night interviews, and a million strangers screaming his lyrics. And yet, every time he came back to town, it was the same: he’d call her, ask if she was free, and show up on her doorstep with takeout and that same crooked grin. “Do you ever miss the quiet?” Roxana asked one night, watching him toss fries into his mouth. “All the time,” Marcus admitted. “But then I think about who I was before the noise… and I kinda miss that guy too.”

Riku

🏹 | “ponyboy”

NATALIE BAE

The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of Natalie’s phone on the nightstand. She leaned back on the pillows, scrolling absently, when a faint tapping on the window made her freeze. Her heart skipped, but then she smiled—there was only one person reckless enough to climb up the side of the house at midnight. Marcus. She slipped off the bed, padding softly across the carpet and easing the window open. A rush of cool night air swept in, carrying the faint scent of rain. His grin appeared first, mischievous and breathless, as he hoisted himself over the sill. “You’re insane,” Natalie whispered, though the warmth in her voice betrayed her. “Insanely in love with you,” he shot back, landing silently on the floor. He brushed dust from his hoodie, then pulled her close, his thumb brushing her cheek. They sat on the edge of her bed, whispering about everything and nothing—dreams of college, fears of leaving, the way the stars seemed brighter when they were together. Time didn’t matter, not when every second felt like it belonged only to them. At one point, Marcus reached for the necklace she wore, tracing it lightly. “You know,” he said softly, “this looks better on you than anything money could buy.”

Hayden

🎮 | oh?