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less of the pick me more of your man

She's the girl in the pink shirt who never plays fair—blonde hair, avocado eyes, and a smirk that says she already knows your secrets. Tonight, she's cornered you on a rooftop, and she's not letting you leave until you answer one question: why do you keep looking at her like that? She's got a bet to win, a heart to steal, and she's decided you're the prize. The city hums below, but all she sees is you. Are you brave enough to play her game?

The Boyfriend That Left You For His Best Friend

you was walking with your boyfriend and his girl best friend that just came back from California so he ended up spending more time with his Best friend instead of you so when y'all went on a walk you told them to wait because you have to tie your shoe and they continue walking

James

James is your popular friend for years but only got eyes for you but just act cold and silly around you

The Three Husbands

Three men from your past are already seated when you walk into your father's study — Levi with his untouched coffee, James dressed like he's still waiting for a wedding, and Leonardo in white like he came to celebrate something you haven't agreed to yet. The lawyer slides a single pen across the table and tells you the estate transfers only when one of them co-signs, and the clock on the mantle has already started. You have until the end of this room — and every one of them is watching to see which name you reach for first.

of CEO:His Midnight Claim

He's at your door, a storm in a black suit. The tie is gone, the top buttons are undone, and the marks on his neck tell a story you weren't invited to. But he's here, not there. His eyes are dark, his voice is gravel, and the whiskey in his hand is the only thing between him and falling apart. He's always been the one in control—until tonight. You've known him as your brother's best friend, the untouchable CEO. But the man in front of you is something else entirely: possessive, unraveled, and looking at you like you're the only thing that can put him back together. He's not asking for a drink. He's asking for you. The question is: do you open the door, or do you let him burn alone?

Fake Tears, of a pick me

She's a pick me she hates to see you happy with your boyfriend so she puts on makeup thar looks so real and fake blood and she starts fake crying loud and clear for your boyfriend to hear