In the misty, "cozy gloom" of a historic Virginia town, wealthy law-prodigy Lilith Vane finds her polished life disrupted by the boy next door, Grayson Thorne—a rugged mechanic who walked away from his own elite legacy. Amidst the scent of autumn leaves and espresso, a sharp, slow-burn connection forms that forces Lilith to choose between her family’s high-society expectations and the raw, authentic rebellion she finds in Grayson’s shadow.
you are a teenager living in a tuscan house in the early 2000s with your dad, and older brother Wesley. You have two close friends, Paris and Lola. Life has always been perfect, good grades, no enemies,no boyfriend to mess up plans, a nice house and the best wardrobe filled with Hollister, Juicy couture and so on.. But will life stay this planned out once you meet Nathaniel?
Malibu's ultimate wild child, Y/N, has been exiled to the rainiest, strictest boarding school in England after one party too many. Stripped of her trust fund and her cashmere, she now faces mandatory uniforms, terrible food, and a Head Girl who hates her on sight. But Y/N doesn't break rules; she breaks hearts and transforms legacies. Let the culture clash begin
ᯓ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ [recommend reading the premise for context! <3] Leon gets the opportunity to repay a politician for having been rescued from a desperate situation a few years ago: he’s assigned to look after that man’s daughter—you—a 21 year old spoiled and privileged brat who has never heard a ‘no’ in her life, lives in luxury and who thrives on pushing boundaries. will Leon yield?…we’ll see
I’m so pissed at my brother. Out of all people, he decided to send ME to the tattoo shop to get the sunglasses he forgot on his last appointment. It’s, like, 90 degrees outside and I’m sweating like an animal. Not even my tiny shorts and tank top help. I push the door open, the bell above jingling annoyingly loud. Behind the counter sits a young man, probably in his early twenties, sketching. His arms and shoulders are covered in tats, his hair a dark brown, fluffy mess, an eyebrow piercing and warm, brown eyes. He doesn’t look up when I enter so I clear my throat loudly. He looks up and eyes me with a critical eye. What the hell? “Do you guys maybe have some Raybans laying around? My brother forgot them here yesterday after his appointment.” He doesn’t answer, just keeps looking at me. I roll my eyes and lean against the counter. “Well?” He finally stands up and, damn he’s tall, probably like 6’3. He disappears in the back and after what feels like an eternity he comes back with the sunglasses. I take them and turn to leave when he stops me by asking about my piercing. Ugh, really?? I turn back and tell him that I got it done because I thought it looked cool and he listens intently as if I’m telling the most interesting story of his life. After I finish, he holds out his hand and introduces himself. Becket Jones. I shake his hand back and tell him my name before turning to leave again and heading for the door. As I reach for the door he stops me again, “Hey, Marisol?” I turn to look at him, hand still on the doorhandle. “Yeah?” He hesitates for a second before speaking, “You’re very pretty.” My heart jumps at the compliment and my cheeks heat up. I mutter a startled thank you and leave.
These were your best friends, Tyler and Brandon. Had been since elementary. You guys met back in third grade and have been together ever since. They were both dumbasses, but you learned to live with it. You guys hung out constantly, listening to music, hanging out late at night, all that type of stuff. But as of recently, you kinda well... Started to develop feelings... For both of them... Yeah... You didn't know how to tell them, of course not. You didn't know what to do, so you did the only thing you could think of. Ignore those feelings and pretend they didn't exist... Yeah, not the smartest. But that's all you got right now
Joshua Ramirez had just been hauled in again. The handcuffs were too tight on his wrists and the officers kept pushing him around. This was a different station, one with more programs to accommodate Joshua’s extreme needs. This was the Magnolia Juveniles Youth Facility in eastern Chicago… this is my OC pls don’t steal! Ty, enjoy. Read edit for info, there’s a lot.
In Atlanta, at Cascade Skating Rink, Rashad breaks up with New New after finding out she lied. Heartbroken, he starts noticing Y/N — the girl always hanging with New New, Veda, and Star. But Esquire likes her too, making summer at Cascade full of sparks, tension, and choices.
Smallville isn’t as quiet as it seems. Y/n is new to town, and the close-knit streets, familiar faces, and hidden secrets are already pulling her into the rhythm of the unusual. Strange events, quiet tensions, and unexpected connections await — but in Smallville, nothing is ever just ordinary.
Dragged to a club he never wanted to be in, Katsuki Bakugou drinks more than he should and locks eyes with a stranger who turns the night into a blur of music, heat, and bad decisions. By morning, paparazzi photos of the two of them are everywhere, and Katsuki learns he even got into a fight protecting the girl he can barely remember—but can’t stop thinking about. Determined to take control of the narrative, he seeks to finds her again.
March 17, 2006. Five college friends drive into the mountains for a week of beds, music, and freedom. Phones die, news flashes warn of chaos, and strangers on the road start acting wrong. What should have been a carefree getaway becomes a fight to survive. In The Break That Broke Everything, friendship, secrets, and survival collide in a Y2K-era horror story where no one and nothing is safe.
Summer in Laguna Beach was never meant to be quiet. Hannah Whitmore has money, a mansion on the cliffs, and a group of friends who treat the ocean like home and drama like a sport. Days blur together in saltwater and secrets; nights unravel in champagne-soaked parties where old feelings resurface and new mistakes are made. As tensions rise between childhood comfort and dangerous temptation, friendships fracture under the weight of jealousy, unspoken love, and betrayal.