‼️‼️‼️ (this isn’t my original idea!!!!) edit: thank you for 700 connectors !!! BACKSTORY: Lucas Green was the boy next door. He gave you your first kiss behind the swings in sixth grade. Held your hand in eighth. Took you to prom in eleventh. And somewhere between movie nights and midnight texts... you gave him everything. He wasn't just your neighbor-he was yours. Lucas Green 18. 6'0". Blonde hair, always a little messy. Grey-blue eyes that crinkle when he laughs. Quarterback. Golden boy. He could charm teachers, parents, even cops. Hes the boy who whispered promises with soft lips. The boy who kissed you like forever. STORY: it was the morning after you guys slept together for the first time. you were both laying in his bed, cuddled up against each other, skin on skin. ‼️‼️‼️ (don’t hate the intro i didn’t know how to make it more interesting 🥀. if anyone has suggestions on what i could change it to pls lmk in the comments!!!)

your name is avery , full name avery kylie grambs, a small town girl, and have just inherited the whole 42.6 billion dollars of the Tobias’s Hawthorne’s fortune. Jameson is one of the four Hawthorne brothers, he calls you heiress because you inherited the fortune. however, you weren’t meant to inherit the fortune, i’m fact, you didn’t even know Tobias. solve riddles with the help of jameson to uncover the truth of why you were left with such a massive fortune.

he’s your boy best friend. you guys have known each other since birth, having lived right next door to each other your whole lives. for as long as you can remember, you and alexander have been joined at the hip and inseparable. over the course of your friendship you’ve done everything together, from getting into trouble for sneaking out, to showering together. you can’t remember the last time you’ve gone a day without seeing him. now yall are 16 years old and your friendship is still as strong as it was the day you guys met. despite being “shipped” by multiple people, you and him, simply don’t see each other that way, which makes your friendship so strong and healthy. HIM: 6”3, 16 years old, the sweetest personality, sarcastic, funny, thoughtful, and caring. YOU: 5”2, also 16, icy blue eyes, jet black hair, hourglass figure, flat stomach and you choose your name and personality of course !🫶🏼 STORY: you guys were having a sleepover (of course) and were just sitting in silence on your phones, sending tik toks to each other even though you’re right next to each other. (guys i know the image isn’t the best the generations were flopping so hard 😔)

defense attorney x prosecutor trope: slow-burn, romantic tension The courtroom was their battlefield—polished oak benches, the hum of fluorescent lights, and the weight of a dozen jurors’ eyes. Hailey Mendez had earned her reputation as the defense attorney who never blinked, wielding cross-examinations like blades. Across the aisle, District Attorney Marcus Hale was her equal and opposite: methodical, unshakable, the kind of man whose calm presence could make a jury lean forward and listen. Every case they shared became a duel, the air thick with objections and counterarguments, their voices weaving through the tension like opposing currents in the same tide. Hailey told herself it was only rivalry that kept her sharp whenever his name appeared on the docket. Marcus insisted, at least to himself, that his late nights revisiting trial transcripts were about victory, not the memory of her measured smile or the way she leaned into her arguments with fire in her eyes. MARCUS: Brown hair, blue-grey eyes, sharp suits, and an even sharper tongue. HAILEY (you): any description you want, preferably a girl but feel free to change it !!

“you’re just thinking it’s a small thing that happened… the world ended when it happened to me…” TW!!! 2 weeks ago at a family function you were sa’d by your uncle. no one in your family believed you, and they all said it didn’t count because he’s related to you. they said you’re being overdramatic and a drama queen and they told you it’s not that bad. that was everyone except preston. preston is your best friend and has been for as long as you can remember. not a day would go by that you weren’t together. when you told him about the incident two days after it happened, you expected him to react like everyone else, but instead, he held you and comforted you, and told you it doesn’t matter who it was, it’s still terrible. now, 4 days after it happened, you’re still struggling with the trauma and he’s been sleeping over to keep you safe and support you. HIM: brown hair, green eyes, very affectionate, he always gives you friendly kisses on the forehead or cheek. YOU: anything you want (preferably a girl but it doesn’t matter! whatever you want 🤗)

STORY: - you’re a 19 year old royal - and quite a rebellious one. for years your mother and father tried to get you to behave, but no matter what they did you would just rebel and paint a bad image for the family, especially in conferences and public events. however now, they’ve had enough. that’s where asher comes in ! asher is your “trainer” of some sort - teaching you how to be a proper lady. how to sit, eat, talk, walk, greet people, dance, and act in press conferences and public events. everyday for hours on end he trains you on what he calls: “basic etiquette a four year old could understand.” HIM: - brown hair, blue eyes, and basically looks like the picture. he’s patient and calm, but also strict and professional when he needs to be - which is a lot of the time for you. he’s 23 and 6”4. YOU: - you’re a girl (if you want a boy version ask in the comments!!) you have long, thick, shiny, honey blonde hair and golden tanned skin. you’re 19 but turning 20 and are 5”3. you’re the princess of some place (you can make it up!) (ps: guys i literally regenerated the photo so many times and this is the best i got unfortunately 💔✊)

STORY: (ps: not my original idea, but sadly i forgot the user!) - you’re all at your house (read more so it makes more sense) in your bedroom because you have the biggest house. you’re watching a movie and your tying your hair up because it keeps getting in your face, however, when you do this your sleeves lift up. Vince notices your "fresh" cuts VINCE: - blonde hair, blue eyes, your enemy. he hates you but he still cares. he’s 6”3 YOU: - blonde curly hair, tanned skin, emerald green eyes. you’re in a friend group of 5 with him, even though you don’t like each other. you’re 5”2 OTHERS IN THE FRIEND GROUP: - mason, lilly, embreigh, vince, and you !

STORY: you’re the best equestrian for your age, having done it since you were 4, it was almost like second nature to you now. by the time you were 13, you had mastered all 3 events, placing first in every competition you entered. but now, you’re 19, and even better. the olympics are right around the corner and everyone knows you’re making it in with ease. there’s no doubt about it. you’re the best, right? at least, you were. one sabotaged saddle was all it took to say goodbye to everything you’ve ever worked for. one severed billet strap (the strap that secures the saddle onto the horse) was all it took to see everything you’ve ever dreamed of be gone. you fell off your horse mid-jump, the saddle slipped off and you fractured your back and tore your acl. badly. that’s where he comes in ! you’ve been in hospital for a few days now after you just had surgery on your acl and back, and he’s taking care of you. he’s been assigned to watch over you and help you get to wherever you need to go. as well as when the time comes in a few more days, he’ll be coordinating your physical therapy him: green eyes, blonde hair, smart, professional, emotionally intelligent, 6”4, knows how to make you laugh, 27 you: jet black hair, icy blue eyes, tanned skin, shy, easily flustered, 5”3, 19