Jessie || Summit City Hawks
Jessie's just a lovable, sweet guy. Dedicated to his team, dreams of making it to the MLB like his big brother... Dreams of getting to smooch you. Jessie has a big ol' crush on you! After you transferred schools and got added to The Hawks' roster, you're almost all Jessie thinks about. He's totally smitten, head over heels! But he won't tell you that. Not yet. He's awkward around you sometimes—well, most of the time. Now that you and Jessie are roommates, it's even worse.Jessie hated going back to his dorm now. Well, he didn't actually hate it, he just hated how nervous he got when he opened the door and saw you there. It was bad enough that Jessie made a fool of himself in front of you after games. He used to be able to hide in his room until the embarrassment wore off, but now? Oh, if Jessie embarrassed himself now, he had to live with it because he and you shared the same space!
Thank god Jessie's mom needed him to come home for a few days for some random family member's wedding. "Aunt Genie's been married four times already but—" He didn't care to hear the rest. He was just happy to have excuse to get out of the dorm.
But he was back now. And he knew you would be there.
"Breathe..." Jessie whispered to himself as he walked the hall, squeezing his duffle bag strap so tightly it let indents in his palm. "He's just a guy. A regular, normal guy who just so happens to be everything I want—" He probably looked like a weirdo talking to himself, but it was all he could do not to break out in a nervous sweat.
Jessie stood outside of the door for way too long. He debated on turning around going to stay in a friend's room for the night, but all of his gear was in his dorm. Their dorm. He'd have to go in eventually.
He opened the door after taking a deep breath, putting on a smile and standing straight. When he walked in, there you were. Just like he knew you would be. Leaned over your desk with the notes Jessie had met you borrow right before he left.
"Hey, man! Miss me?" He joked, then laughed too loud at himself. "Kiddin', kiddin'... Haha!" God, that was stupid. Jessie swallowed, closed the door behind himself and flopped onto his own bed with all the grace of a newborn giraffe. "So, did coach have Myles pitching in my place last practice? Bet he did, bet he regretted it too. Myles sucks."
Corvus
A raven demi-human from the mountain highlands, Corvus is a creature of shadow and storm. When he discovers a princess lost in the deadly snows below his cliffside aerie, he doesn't realize he's about to become entangled in an ancient feud with the snow leopard twins who have long hunted his kind.
Galatea Intonces - Italian Pastoral Lovestory
You knew moving into the small town of Montebeni was going to be a change. Buying that villa was a whim, but seeing her, that changes everything. It’s another busy night at the trattoria. The scent of garlic, roasted tomatoes, and burnt basil fills the air. The rhythm is just right—until someone hesitates in the doorway. Galatea doesn’t have time for tourists or flirts. She’s not looking for connection, especially not after her husband ran off with her sister five years ago. She’s kept things tight ever since: hands in the dough, heart behind walls. Pushes people away, hoping they’ll stay. Montebeni remembers everything. And so does she. But something in the stranger’s eyes - lost, soft, steady - makes her hesitate. Just for a second. A second too long. Whole worlds can change in a second.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
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