"In reality, I'm falling in love. I feel like the same thing is happening to you too." [ jude bellingham x fem! oc ] started; january 27, 2023

"are we out of the woods? Are we in the clear yet?" *** A heartbroken fashion designer. A football star desperate to escape endless dating rumors. One carefully crafted PR relationship with an expiration date. Falling in love was never part of the contract. *** oc x Jude Bellingham Started: Early July Published: July 14, 2026 Completed: August 4, 2026 Highest Rankings: #1 in 10 🥇 #1 in cindykimberly 🥇 #3 in judebellingham 🥉

❝ i hate you so much it makes me sick. ❞ ❝ oh yeah? then why do you keep kissing me? ❞ ferran torres x fem!oc social media / real life

At two years old, she was taken from everything she knew - a powerful father, devoted brothers, and a home where she was treasured beyond measure. Kidnapped by the one person meant to protect her, she vanished without a trace. Raised in cruelty by her mother and stepfather, she grew up believing pain was normal and love was something earned. She never knew she had been stolen - or that an entire empire had been quietly searching for her. For fourteen years, her father and brothers tore through cities, secrets, and bloodlines to find the daughter and sister ripped from them. Now, as she turns sixteen, the truth begins to unravel. And when a mafia family finally finds what was taken from them, they don't let go easily.

Like a bolt of lightning, this stupid boy appeared in my life. First day of summer break between first and second grade, he just appeared- standing on my porch like he was born there. Straight brown hair, wide dark eyes and a fresh sunburn across his cheeks. He was already talking before I even opened the door. I don't know how it happened but it's been ten years. And he's still here. Talking, whether or not I'm listening. Laughing, even if no one else is. He's still too quick- racing around the world like he's scared he's going to miss it. He's gotten taller...much taller. His hair is a little longer, a little wavier, but under the light it still looks the same golden brown it did when we were nine. And now, finally, he was a high school graduate. We both were. Like a bolt of lightning he appeared and like the sun he refused to disappear. _____________________________________________ I fell asleep with my chin pointed at him, the outline of his face being the last thing I saw. How was I supposed to do this? It had always been difficult, hiding this secret, keeping him close. But now, my focus was starting to slip. I couldn't see anything but his lips, his hands, his smile. I couldn't hear anything but my name in his mouth, his jagged breaths and that loud laugh. How am I supposed to be okay with this? How am I supposed to focus on anything other than him? #1- slowburn- 11.10.25🥇 #1- friends to lovers- 11.01.25🥇 #1- fluffandsmut- 11.02.25🥇 #1- college- 11.06.25🥇 #1- best friends- 11.12.25🥇 #1- teammates- 12.04.25 🥇 #1- college roommates- 12.30.25🥇 #1- mental health- 01.02.2026 🥇 #1- gay love- 01.02.2026 🥇 #2- roommates- 12.18.25🥈 #3- bxblove- 11.30.25🥉 #4- boyxboy- 11.01.25 #4- lgbt- 11.15.25 #4- boyxboyromance- 07.29.2026 #22- basketball- 12.15.25

"You're here," she murmured, voice steady. "Tell me two things you can see." His throat worked. "The tub," he managed, voice rough. "You." "Good," she said. "Now, two things you can hear." "The shower," he exhaled. "Your voice." "Two things you can feel." "The water." His grip tightened on her hand. "You." "That's good," she whispered, a small smile tugging at her lips. Sawyer Jones lives in a world of chaos-underground fights, illegal races, and the constant war inside his own head. His autism makes the world too loud, too bright, too much. Violence is the only thing that quiets the noise. Until Lia. Soft-spoken but relentless, she meets him in the tub in a party and refuses to leave. She steadies him when the rage takes over, pulls him back when he's drowning. But Sawyer knows better than to believe in peace. In his world, nothing good lasts. And the deeper Lia gets, the more he realizes-he might be her greatest danger yet. PLS GIVE IT A TRY 🌸🌸

"Go home Teddy, I don't have the self control you think I do." "I think I'll take that second drink." ~ Teddy Bray didn't know how he let himself get here. He was stuck in a toxic relationship he couldn't get himself to leave. He was a fixer and when it came to his girlfriend Taylor, Teddy should have known there was nothing he could do to fix their relationship. All it took for things to finally change was one look from Cole Madden. Cole had a type and when that type walked into his bar it was hard to say no. Even if that man had his sister clung to him like a leech. They couldn't be together but as tensions rise they both find out just how much self control they really have.

Amaya is in her second year of college trying to pass her exams and just trying to stay outta trouble for the two years. It all seems to be going great for her until someone comes running into her life..... Dexter is the star Ice Hockey player whose popularity follows him everywhere he goes. He's a troublemaker though and this leads him into being forced to tutor to prove his sportsmanship by his coach. But he has a secret...a very small one but one that could blow things outta proportion and Amaya has accidentally found it out.....

Jade Alarose doesn't believe in love-not anymore. After too many heartbreaks and one too many second chances wasted, she's built walls lined with sarcasm, iced-over glances, and books she can hide behind. Then there's Kayden West. Star of the hockey team. Reputation? Dangerous. Smile? Trouble. Heart? Unavailable... until her. When the golden boy with a past meets the girl who refuses to fall, everything changes. Slowly. Softly. With tension, banter, unexpected late-night talks, stolen glances, and a love that neither of them saw coming. He was the last person she wanted. She was the only person he couldn't walk away from. But with graduation looming, old wounds resurfacing, and one shot at forever on the line-will love be enough? A slow-burn, swoon-worthy college romance full of healing, soft angst, and heart-melting firsts. Highest rankings: #3 college 08-28-2025 #4 slowburn 08-31-2025 #1 dualpov 09-03-2025 #2 protective 09-10-2025 #1 swoonworthy 9-1-2025

"You gonna tell me your name?" he asked at last, his voice deep enough to crawl right under it. I shook my head. "No." Something in his expression sharpened-approval, maybe. "Good." He didn't come to me right away. He took his time, pushing off the door with deliberate slowness, each step closing the distance in steady increments. I didn't move. Couldn't. My back found the wall before he'd even touched me. He stopped just short-close enough for the heat of him to seep through the small space between us. His scent hit me first-smoke, whiskey, and something clean that didn't fit the chaos of the party outside. His head tilted slightly, studying my mouth, then my eyes, then my mouth again. His hand lifted-not to grab, not yet. Just to trace. The backs of his fingers skimmed my jaw, slow enough that I could feel every millimeter of skin they passed over. They trailed down the side of my neck, pausing in the hollow of my throat, not pressing-just resting there. "You've got that look," he murmured. "What look?" My voice was steadier than I felt. "Like you want me to ruin you." I should've laughed. Teased. Something. Instead, I held his gaze. "Maybe I do." The corner of his mouth twitched-not quite a smile, but something hungrier. Still, he didn't touch me the way I wanted him to. Instead, his knuckles dragged down my collarbone, over the bare skin just above my dress, grazing the swell of my breast without claiming it. "You sure you can handle forgetting?" he asked, his voice lower now, as if we weren't already breathing the same air. "Try me," I said. That broke something in him. His hands framed my face, thumbs brushing along my cheekbones, holding me still as his eyes searched mine like he was committing the color of them to memory. Then-finally-he kissed me.