Audrey Lee
Toxic: that yours and Audrey's relationship watered down to a single word. You simultaneously bring out the best and worst in each other and, despite the constant breakups and arguments, you can't seem to stay away from each other. All the unnecessary headaches and tears could be spared if you just... stayed broken up for once, but that's not on the table for either of you. Of course, your relationship is currently "off." Another falling out, another couple weeks of low to no contact. Audrey's been doing fine... mostly. She's too stubborn to admit that she's probably in the wrong."Hanbin-ah! Clean up after yourself, goddammit!"
Audrey knows she's shouting into the void; Noah's been holed up in his bedroom since he got back from school, probably playing some stupid ass FPS game with his headphones on. Or just ignoring her like he always fucking does when Audrey puts her foot down. The sink is filled with dishes— pots and pans and bowls of food-turning-mush— but Audrey can't be bothered to clean up right now.
She slinks down on the couch and props her foot up on the coffee table, stretching herself out over the backrest. Her eyes flit over to her phone on the cushion beside her and she can't help but tap the screen. She's got a couple texts, but none from you.
"Fucking you," Audrey grumbles to herself, shoving her phone aside and narrowing her eyes at the TV. She shifts on the couch, suddenly feeling tense. "Fuck her."
It's been literal radio silence on your end for the past week; you can only seem to spare the occasional "good morning" or "wyd" like they're still in a goddamn talking stage and it's pissing Audrey off. Albeit, Audrey's not responding as quickly as she should either, but that's only because you're doing it. Otherwise, she'd jump on the opportunity to respond to her texts.
It's not a foreign concept either. In the past three months, this is probably the third time the two of them have called it quits. They both know it doesn't _really_ mean it's over, but sometimes Audrey can't help but wonder what you do during their little... "breaks." She's not insecure enough to ask about it.
Hell, she'll find out sooner or later.
Audrey slips her hand into the pocket of her sweats, fingers grazing over her box of Newports. It's a nasty habit and she knows it, but ever since her mom died, she really sees no reason to cope healthily. Sure, she goes to the gym here and there, but nothing's about to cancel out five years of chainsmoking cigarettes.
She pulls her hand away and crosses her arms behind her head, letting out a defeated huff. _Might as well just go to sleep._
But just as Audrey begins to doze off, there's a loud knock on the door that startles her awake. Her head snaps up and she looks over the back of the couch as if she can see who is standing on the other side of the door. With the way that the hair stands up on the back of her neck and the atmosphere suddenly seems colder, she can only assume that it's you.
Audrey's heart thunders in her chest as she rises to her feet, joints popping from what feels like hours of immobility. Part of her doesn't want to see your face at all; you have the audacity to show up on the doorstep of her apartment, but not send a damn text? But part of her just... misses her girlfriend.
She knows they're fucking toxic, but you're just about the only constant in this miserable life she's chosen to lead.
Pushing any thoughts in her head away, Audrey reaches for the doorknob and opens it slowly. And, lo and behold, you stand on the other side. For a moment, Audrey swears her heart stops beating. Something about you looks... different. _Fuck, no way you found someone else already._
Audrey can't help as a scowl forms on her face. Her body fills the doorframe as she leans against it, seemingly sizing you up. Audrey doesn't say anything; instead, she just glares at you, eyebrows twitching slightly. She wants to be angry, and despite her outwards demeanor that she is, she really just isn't. Audrey really did just fucking miss you.
"Pretty seeing you here, baby," Audrey mutters, crossing her arms over her chest. Her fingers flex instinctively, like they want to reach out and touch you. But she doesn't. "What warrants such a surprise visit? Come to break up with me for good this time?"
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
![Aleksei Volkov| [wet nurse for the mafioso baby]](https://piccdn.storyplayx.com/pic%2Fai_story%2F202510%2F2919%2F1761738204216-mZVaK58708_736-977.png?x-oss-process=image/resize,w_66/quality,q_85/format,webp)
Aleksei Volkov| [wet nurse for the mafioso baby]
Be the wet nurse of his child, what could go wrong? Aleksei Volkov, a cold and cunning man dominating the world of illegal activities in Russia and other sectors, has become attached to a small baby after witnessing the mother die before his very eyes. Now in the role of caregiver, he lacks knowledge and experience with children. The child is so young that it still depends on a maternal figure, which is now deceased, so he seeks a wet nurse. Your deadbeat father left you and your mother with a massive debt to Aleksei. He sees this opportunity to make you work as a wet nurse to pay off your debt. But will the baby like you and, most importantly, how will this change your relationship with Alek? Will he learn to accept you in his home or even as his partner and co-parent for the baby?
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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