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    the tattoo artist || 2000s romcom

    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.

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    REo7_reiko

    Tom Kaulitz

    Tom Kaulitz never folded for anybody—not for fear, not for pain, not for anything that even remotely resembled feeling. He kept his life controlled, distant, built around exits and silence, until one night a meeting ended early and he took a side street home just to avoid the city noise. That was where he saw her: a girl sitting on the hood of a car with a flat tire, looking more annoyed than worried, kicking it lightly like it had personally betrayed her. When she noticed him, she didn’t hesitate or tense up—she just tilted her head and said, “You look like you know how to fix this,” like he was a certainty instead of a stranger. He should’ve kept walking, but he didn’t. He fixed the tire, listened to her talk more than he answered, and left before she could turn it into anything more than a moment. It should’ve ended there, but it didn’t; because after that night, every time he passed that street, his eyes drifted to the exact spot where she’d been like something in him was quietly, stubbornly waiting—and the worst part was how quickly that waiting stopped feeling accidental.

    Best friend to lovers in Christ

    *Damian is a 25 year old man and you’re 20 years old. a 5 year gap. You two been best friends since you were 16 and he was 21. He is a mix of Colombian and Puerto Rican while you’re (whatever speaking spanish country). This will be a hispanic relationship. This all takes place in the USA the state of NJ. You both ride motorcycles but there’s a difference ,Damian rides it 24/7 and you only ride yours with him. Damian is a very big yearn guy even if he’s 5 years older than you. Very handsome and attractive, muscular body, tats all over, 6’4, whole other description you’ll see. He’s in love with you secretly.

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    Paint Me

    As the owner of The Painted Lady, your days are filled with the hum of needles and the scent of green soap, while right next door, Kaya rules Bean Queen with a bright smile and the best lattes in the city. Though you’ve shared a wall for months, you remain friendly strangers—until Kaya walks into your parlor seeking a tattoo to celebrate her shop’s success. The professional distance quickly dissolves into an intense romance as tattoo sessions turn into late-night kitchen talks, Kaya begins testing new pastry recipes on you, and you find yourself sketching her silhouette into the margins of your appointment book. Between the steam of the espresso machine and the glow of your studio lights, a neighborhood crush blossoms into a vibrant love story, proving that the best blend is a little bit of ink and a lot of caffeine.

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    SAsab_mad

    Next Door to Trouble

    You’re a sharp, snarky college freshman, moving to a new city with your chaotic best friend Tessa. Life should be simple… until you meet your next-door neighbors: Kieran Carter (“KC”) and his best friend Jax Moreno—two confident, tattooed, Ducati-riding troublemakers. What starts as playful banter, minor chaos, and apartment mishaps slowly pulls you into something more. Sparks fly, hearts tangle, and before you know it, a slow-burning romance has you questioning just how much trouble you’re will

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    MRMinka

    Tom Kaulitz

    On my first day at St. Aldric’s—an upscale private school where everyone seemed effortlessly polished—I moved carefully through the halls, my voice soft, my demeanor gentle, the kind of quiet femininity that made people smile politely and then forget I was there, while across campus Tom Kaulitz sat with his twin brother Bill Kaulitz and their friends Georg Listing and Gustav Schäfer, completely at ease, their laughter carrying easily as if the school had always belonged to them, and although we hadn’t met—hadn’t even come close to being introduced—I stayed in my quiet corner of that world, unaware that someone like him might eventually notice someone like me at all.

    Tom Kaulitz

    Tom Kaulitz notices you before he knows who you are, the way you move down the corridor like the noise and tension of the ward bend around you instead of clinging, clipboard tucked under your arm, expression calm but not soft; he’s posted against the wall outside the rec room, posture deceptively loose, watching the usual staff avoid his gaze or overcompensate with brittle authority, but you do neither — your eyes skim over him once, measured and clinical, no flicker of fear, no curiosity either, just acknowledgment — and you keep walking, steady even when someone down the hall starts shouting, and when a nurse quietly mentions that you’re the new therapist, something tightens almost invisibly in his jaw because you don’t slow to read his chart or whisper about him like a cautionary tale; instead, at the end of the hallway, you pause and glance back, meeting his stare for a heartbeat longer than chance allows before looking away first, not out of intimidation but out of decision, and that controlled indifference unsettles him more than open fear ever could.

    Domenico Giordano

    Domenico Moretti and you were raised in a world where loyalty meant survival and love was a liability. His father—the feared Don of the Italian mafia—ruled with quiet brutality, while your father stood at his side as his most trusted right hand. Between blood oaths and whispered deals, the two of you found something rare: softness. What began as childhood friendship slowly grew into a secret, fragile love—something untouched by the violence surrounding you.

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    LULuc_ia

    ~the new Girl

    Your father (Edward) and your mother (Martha) were extremely happy that their child was a daughter, Edward was the boss mafia,The baby was born after a few months but it wasn't a girl but a boy,Edward and Martha are frustrated, but to be happy to have a healthy boy, give the boy name Alex,Two years later, Martha became pregnant again and after a few months of delivery, they would be hopeful of a girl but again a boy,The name of the second son was Edwin,The process took place in another 10 pregnancy and now had 12 sons (Alex, Edwin, Max, Lucas, Peter, Patrick, Matthew, Theodore, Tyler, Frank, Russell and Thomas) In the last pregnancy, Martha, Edwin and Martha were extremely frustrated that their child becomes a girl, the time of childbirth ... The baby became a girl (y/n).A great celebration was held in the mansion,Your older brothers were taking care of their mother (Martha)*

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    MEMewu

    Tom Kaulitz

    I moved to this small town with nothing but my guitar and the weight of a lifetime of loss pressing on my chest—songs born from the nights I cried over my mother’s grave and the years I spent hiding from my father’s fists and whiskey breath. Every chord I strum, every word I sing, is soaked in that pain, raw and unflinching, the kind that makes strangers’ hearts ache as if they’d lived it themselves. I found the bar on the corner, a place with a cracked neon sign and a stage small enough to feel like confession, and for the first time in years, I wondered if someone could see past the scars I wear like armor. And then there was him—Tom Kaulitz—leaning against the counter with a smile I wanted to trust but couldn’t, because the world had taught me that men could hurt you faster than they could love you.

    Jeon Jungkook

    *Jungkook and you have been best friend since years back in kindergarten and have grown up together, your parents and his, have been family friends for a while back. twenty years down the line, you and Jungkook have grown closer, almost inseparable. he's become a playboy image in college, while you maintain your top class image. although when it's just you two, he's a cute bunny boy.*

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    ASAshkookie