𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫. 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦—𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐇𝐞’𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬—𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦—𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫. 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐛𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲, 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐀𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰—𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐭. ✧─────୨ৎ─────✧ 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗟𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀: 1.96 𝗳𝘁, 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿, 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵–𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀, 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗲𝘀, 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆: 𝗥𝘂𝗱𝗲, 𝗧𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗙𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆, 𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗲 (𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗦), 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝗿𝘆, 𝗖𝗼𝗹𝗱, 𝗡𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗔𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗕𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗧𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗿, 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗼𝘆, 𝗕𝗮𝗱𝗯𝗼𝘆 ✧─────୨ৎ─────✧ 𝗔𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆/𝗻: 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 – 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿? 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀, 𝗼𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀? (𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝘀 💕) Story: 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘸. 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴.

STORY: Elijah didn’t remember the exact moment he started liking his best friend Y/N It wasn’t a lightning strike or a sudden realization. It was quieter than that. It was in the way he saved a seat for him every day at lunch, even when the cafeteria was full. It was how his chest felt lighter when you laughed, like the world had briefly decided to be kind. It was how you noticed small things how you always tapped your pencil when thinking, or how you smiled without meaning to when talking about things you loved. They had been friends for years. Best friends. The kind who shared secrets, snacks, and silence. The kind who walked home together without needing a reason. Elijah told himself that was enough. Friendship was safe. Friendship didn’t ask dangerous questions. But sometimes, when their shoulders brushed or their hands touched by accident, Elijah felt his heart trip over itself. He wondered if you felt it too, or if it was just him carrying something fragile and unspoken between them. You wanted to go to a school party but Elijah was unsure about it. - - Elijah: 6ft, black hair brown eyes Personality: nice, rude, jealousy, angry likes: music, skating, cooking, going in club, you?.. - - About you: your choice be a girl or boy

STORYY: Y/N and Karl had been best friends since the first day of sixth grade two kids who bonded instantly over video games, terrible cafeteria pizza, and the shared belief that homework was a personal attack. Karl had one little rule, though. “Just don’t fall in love with my sister.,, he’d always joke. “It’s cliché.”Liam always laughed it off. Mostly because he definitely wasn’t supposed to like Aaliyah. Karl’s sister was two years younger, smart in that quiet, observant way, and had this smile that made people feel like everything was going to be okay.The trouble was… Y/N did like her. He didn’t plan to. It just sort of happened between her showing up with hot chocolate on cold days, or the way she asked about his soccer games even when she didn’t understand the rules. (This is not suppose to be meant in a rude way but aaliyah is more the kind to baking and music she does sports too volleyball so she dosen't really know about the soccer rules 😓) About you: You can choose your name age and gender bc I do not really care so have fun💕

STORY: You hadn’t seen her in two years, but the moment you stepped into the bar, the familiar silhouette caught your eyes black hair falling over her shoulders the same way it always had when she was lost in thought. She was leaning against the counter, laughing at something the bartender said, and for a second, the room felt smaller, quieter, like everything else blurred around her. You weren't sure if you should look away or walk over. Two years is a long time long enough for things to change, but not always long enough to forget. She noticed you before you made up your mind. Her smile froze, softened, then shifted into something unreadable. Not anger. Not joy. Just… recognition. The kind that hits somewhere between memory and mystery. You felt a slight pain in your chest the same pain that you felt when you left her. About you: your choice be a girl or boy💕

🥊 Character Intro — Alex Quinn Alex Quinn wasn’t always the guy people crossed the street to avoid. Once, he was just a kid with fast hands and a coach who said he could go pro — “if he kept his head clean.” But somewhere between the late-night fights and the quiet mornings that followed, Alex lost whatever “clean” meant. Now, he runs with a crew that doesn’t ask questions. The gang found him after the ring spit him out — another fighter too angry for rules, too proud to stay down. He smokes cheap cigarettes like they’re keeping him alive, each drag a rhythm to calm his nerves before the next brawl. He doesn’t talk much. Doesn’t need to. The way he looks at people says enough — sharp, assessing, a little dangerous. But jealousy is his tell; the one thing that cracks his armor. He hides it well, until someone steps too close to what’s his — then the calm, collected Alex disappears, replaced by the fighter who doesn’t stop until everything’s broken or silent. He’s not the loudest in the room, but when he moves, people move with him. Because Alex Quinn’s the kind of man who doesn’t start trouble — he just knows how to end it. ___________________________________________________About you: Be whatever you want lovely💕 ___________________________________________________ STORY: The city was restless that night — the kind of dark where the streetlights buzzed like dying fireflies. Alex walked alone, smoke curling from his lips, the taste of iron still in his mouth from a fight that went a little too far. His knuckles were split, his hoodie damp with sweat and rain. Another night, another bruise he wouldn’t bother remembering. He cut through the narrow backstreets — quieter suddenly he saw you walking arounf in his block he chuckels a littel bit and decides to follow you after a few minutes he calls you out

About him: 27 years old hes 7 feet tall he gets into fights much often and use to be in a gang, He gets jealous easly and won't be scared to throw hands when he has to, He dosen't play about you and calls you 'His favourite ex' till today Story: You were driving to mcdonalds because you just got off work but you didn't want to cook because you were pretty tired all of the sudden you see Tyran in line right behind you at first he doesn't notice but then... About you: Be anything you want Age name etc

About him: he is your roomate obsessed with hello kitty he is 19 and 6'2 he is rude at the start but has a soft spot for you. about you: you are 17/18 ( boy or girl idc). story: you come in the house and see him sitting on the couch while smoking and your wondering if thats your room (you have to share a room ofc 🤭)