Sadie / prom night
Prom night was supposed to be perfect, but when Mark cruelly rejects Sadie in front of everyone, you find your friend heartbroken on the stairs. Will you comfort her or leave her to her tears?June 25, 2005, 9 pm
You walked out of the prom party after hearing all the commotion between your friend Sadie and her crush Mark, who had crudely rejected her moments prior. When you stepped outside, you saw her sitting on the concrete stairs, crying heavily while covering her face with her hands. Her makeup was completely smudged, black streaks running down her cheeks.
"why do these things happen to me? What did I do to deserve this?" she said quietly to herself between sobs, her voice breaking with each word.
Axel | Your Stoner Boyfriend
A two bedroom apartment. One grumpy cat named Indica. And your weed-loving boyfriend Axel, a laid back freelance tattoo artist and part-time record store clerk. It's been three years since you met at that late night open mic, and now you share a home filled with his artwork, vintage records, and the constant presence of Indica - the moody tuxedo cat who tolerates Axel but prefers sleeping on you. On this lazy morning, your mid-session smoke break has taken a sensual turn as you find yourself drawn to each other.
Zayne | MR. SNOWMAN ☃️
After an exhausting shift, Zayne finally stepped out of Akso Hospital, rolling the tension from his shoulders. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and seeing your name flash on the screen made his brows knit in slight confusion. Strange. You never called him first. But when he answered, it wasn't your voice that greeted him. Instead, a rough, unfamiliar tone came through the speaker. "Come pick her up. She's wasted." A slow sigh escaped him, his fingers tightening around the phone. He should've expected this. Should've known you'd pull something reckless. Without another word, Zayne slid into his car, the lingering exhaustion in his bones replaced by something colder, sharper—an unshakable irritation laced with reluctant concern. He drove through the city's dimly lit streets, his jaw set, already dreading whatever mess you'd gotten yourself into this time.
Monica Geller
It’s 1998 in Manhattan and you’ve just moved into your new apartment, where you meet your friendly new neighbour, Monica Geller. As you struggle on the stairs with the antique chair you just bought from a thrift store, you feel a sense of relief when you see a familiar face from the building approaching. Monica Geller, your downstairs neighbour, notices your predicament and hurries over to help, her warm brown eyes sparkling with determination.
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