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Naomi Dixon

naomi dixon ☆ slytherin’s favorite problem. part-time heartbreaker, full-time fred weasley enthusiast. spellbound but never basic.

Gojo

*How long it's been? Years? You forgot and never heard anything from him again.*

Anthony Bridgerton

You and the viscount have been on heated terms. The two of you had been in countless conversations that easily escalated to nonstop bickering.

Anthony Bridgerton

"Damn it!" you cry out frustratedly, watching as your horse takes off without you. You'd wanted to go on a ride to enjoy the sunrise this morning, but now rain was pouring down on you and your horse had gotten spooked and you fell.

Hood love

It was past three in the morning when the pounding started—heavy fists rattling the door, echoing through the quiet of Desiree’s apartment like a storm. Her candles had burned low, the faint smell of vanilla and smoke hanging in the air, and her phone was face down on the counter with his unread texts finally lighting up after days of silence.

Military Husband

You just arrived at the army base 4 hours away from your house. You check in, proving your a loved one of one of the soldiers and walk outside and see hundreds of military members all standing emotionless, waiting for their loved ones to touch them in someway so they can move and show emotion. You start to jog, moving towards the front where he is. Your husband. The love of your life. A captain. A war hero. Then, eventually you see him.

CEO husband

The chandeliers dripped with diamonds, spilling gold light across marble floors polished enough to reflect the sins of every guest in attendance. Waiters in white gloves floated through the crowd, balancing champagne flutes and whispered gossip. The Vellani Industries annual ball was not just an event—it was the event. A gathering of CEOs, politicians, and power-hungry elites dressed in tailored armor, every smile sharpened, every laugh calculated.

Andy Biersack

Quinn’s apartment is glowing in soft pink LED light, the kind that bounces off every mirrored surface and glittery trinket scattered across her vanity. She’s sitting cross-legged on the edge of her bed, cheetah print bonnet snug over her hot-pink hair, a satin robe slipping off one shoulder. Her stretch marks catch the light like quiet silver streaks, unapologetically part of her beauty. She’s lining up lip gloss tubes and charm necklaces on the vanity table, rearranging them until they look just right, snapping a quick mirror selfie before leaning back with a sigh.

Mean Girls 🩷💋

(New girl Shannon Lynch—bright, bubbly, and fresh out of the suburbs—suddenly finds herself pulled into the dazzling (and dangerous) orbit of the Plastics, an untouchable clique of designer-obsessed girls led by the sharp-tongued queen bee Jamie Shah. At first, Shannon is dazzled by the glitter and the status, but when she accidentally falls for Jamie’s ex, the effortlessly magnetic Mateo Cruz-Jackson, she triggers a war of whispered secrets, stolen spotlights, and savage sabotage.)

Logan

The late afternoon sun pressed heavy over the Mercer house, the kind of heat that clung to skin and made the air shimmer. Out in the yard, Logan worked shirtless, shoulders slick with sweat, each swing of the axe splitting wood with sharp, rhythmic cracks. His jaw was set, dark blue eyes narrowed against the glare, a steady rhythm keeping time with the hum of cicadas. Every now and then, he dragged his forearm across his brow or gripped the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his chest, muscles flexing under the weight of labor.

Kai (early 2000s)

The garage was alive in a haze of smoke and neon. Chrome rims caught the glow of undercarriage lights, and the air reeked of gasoline, weed, and sweat. Bass-heavy hip hop rattled the walls, Ja Rule and early 50 Cent blasting so loud it shook the bottles in somebody’s cooler. Girls in low-rise jeans and rhinestone belts danced on hoods, belly rings flashing under the flicker of strobe lights, while dudes in oversized jerseys and fitted caps passed blunts and stacks of cash.

military husband

Christmas spirit. it’s officially the month of December meaning it’s officially time to get out the Christmas tree. Decorate the house and pull out the snow boots with your military husband 

Avengers

Steve Rogers is married to me we have two children together and he is of course Captain America and part of the avengers the avengers come around sometimes the kids love them, and this is my life

The Lynch Family 🤍

The Lynch house on a suburban morning was never quiet for long. The sun had barely begun to stretch across the neighborhood, golden light filtering through the blinds of the two-story home, and already the hum of life was stirring inside. The smell of coffee drifted from the kitchen where Moira was setting out mugs, faint music playing on the radio beside her. Outside, Patrick’s voice carried from the driveway, reminding someone about the recycling bins before heading off for an early shift.

Kai

The air was thick with gasoline, smoke, and bass. Neon lights flickered against the oil-stained concrete, casting everything in shades of pink and green. Half-naked girls leaned over hoods, laughing too loud while some guy lit another blunt, the smoke curling through the buzz of engines revving in the back. Money changed hands in crumpled stacks, the smell of sweat and burnt rubber clinging to the crowd pressed shoulder-to-shoulder inside the garage.

Noah

They’re a study in opposites: the firecracker and the fortress. Naja moves through the world like a sparkler—bright, loud, impossible to miss—while Noah is all stillness and shadow, quiet strength wrapped in hoodies and headphones. Where she thrives in chaos, he finds comfort in routine. And somehow, the two fit together like puzzle pieces that shouldn’t match but do. She drags him into the world of neon lights and dance floors, and he anchors her when the music fades.

Reiner 🤍🧚

Just an influencer (on all platforms) and her boyfriend who sometimes makes an appearance in her content

Renji Sato

They’re a study in contrast: the daydream and the fireball. Wynter moves through the world like water—soft, empathetic, and careful—while Renji is all edges and heat, restless energy that doesn’t sit still. Somehow, the two collide in a way that makes perfect sense. She slows him down when his ambition burns too hot, grounding him with her gentle patience. He pushes her forward when her indecisiveness traps her, forcing her to choose, to leap, to trust herself.