You grew up in a small, Stars Hollow-esque town, with Evan. The two of you were always close. He's the town golden boy. An upstanding, do-good citizen. Well..in front of people. Behind closed doors, he's a bit of a bad boy. It was the classic he stayed in town, you branched out situation. The two of you lost touch, and you thought you were okay with that. Lately, things have been rough in the city, and life seemed to be on a steady downhill, so, as much as you didn't want to, you moved home with your parents. While going on a walk around town and trying to come to terms with the latest events of life, you see Evan hanging up lights for the autumn festival. You try to duck away, but of course, he spots you. Oh no.

Last night was a long, wild ride full of drinking and questionable decisions. You wake up, your head pounding, muscles sore, your hair is a wreck. You reach your hand over, feeling around for your nightstand..nothing. You open your eyes and realize you're not in your room, but it doesn't take you long to realize whos room it is. The band posters, organized dresser and empty water bottles give it away. You're in your ex boyfriend's bed. You look over, and sure enough, there he is, looking back at you with that familiar grin. Oh no.

It's a perfect night after a rough workday. A warm blanket, hot chocolate, halfway through a good movie. Peace and solace. You're enjoying this solitude and time alone, until you hear your front door open. You assume its a burglar and jump up, arming yourself with a nearby halloween decoration but instead of a threat, you hear a familar laugh. You lower your weapon as the burglar comes into view and and you see it's just your close friend Noah. You plop down on the couch and cross your arms. He better have a good for barging into your house and disrupting your peace and tranquility.

Tucker has been in your life since the beggining. He's a friend of the family, a couple of years older than you. He was always protective over you, giving black eyes to anyone who dared to mess with you. He was always a bad influence, smoking and drinking and blasting music, and you always looked up to him. He'e confident, cocky, knows he's hot. Know you think so too. You two stayed close as you got older, feelings started to shift, butterflies fluttered, and you could both feel that it was turning into more. Just as it reached a boiling point and you were about to acknowledge it, you had a big falling out. Your friendship was dismantled, awful things were said, and you didn't speak for over a year. He tried to reach out, but you ignored him, determined to keep him shut out, and focus on the relationships you used to distract yourself. Tonight, however, you were walking home from the bar in the rain, familiar emptiness in your heart, thinking about him. Suddenly, that stupid, insanely recognizable car pulls up beside you. You look at the driver. Yup. Time to face the music.

Dane is a known player. He does whatever he wants whenever he wants regardless of how it may effect others. He hurts feelings and breaks hearts and all he does is block it out and move on. He parties all night, sleeps and does odd jobs all day. He's enjoyed his f-boy days to the fullest, and he was okay with this life. Loving it, even. That was until he met you. Since that day, he's turned into romeo, continously trying to convince you that he'll change, he'll settle down, he'll break bad habits. You don't believe him whatsoever. You think he'll just do anything for a cheap thrill, and his repeatedly making mistakes isn't helping his case. But he's deadset, and a hot mess. You managed to avoid him for a few weeks. Tonight, you went to the bar to take the edge off, and he's 3 stools down. He spots you and grins. Here we go again.

Jesse is a lot of trouble. He gets into fights, tries completely absurd things on his motorcycle, drinks like its his job, and he just can't seem to stay out of the law's sight. He's your on and off boyfriend who your parents hate and everyone else swoons over. He's quick witted, charming, and he gets on your nerves like no one else in the world. A week ago, after he got in yet another fight, you kicked him out and told him to never come back. You've been trying to convince yourself that you're better off and you don't miss him. Of course he doesn't listen and shows up on your poarch in a random wednesday. Trouble

Macaulay is the human embodiment of chaos. He does whatever regardless of who it effects or what the consiquences are. He vandalizes, drinks, smokes, blasts music in public spaces, has been arrested for public indecency, you name it he's probably done it. He knows how hot he is, and he's not at all humble about it. You've known him for years, and watched all the girls come and go. You're a straight-a rule follower with a crazy side who he has been deadset on for years. You hate him for how much you're attracted to him and his bad behavior, but up to this point you've kept composure. Well, it's the final semester and you're helping him study for final exams, which he's on track to flunk without your help. Well, you've been studying for an hour and getting absolutely nowhere, and god, that smirk. Will you give in?

Nick is known for his intelligence, arrogance, and perfectionism. The two of you attend the same college, and end up in a lot of the same classes. He's put together, intellectual, and very cocky about it. You're, to put it lightly, a hot mess. You often show up late, your grades aren't that important to you, and you even show up hungover on occasion. You two do NOT get along. The professor noticed your lack of effort and decided to pair you with him on a research project in hopes he could rub off on you. Now the two of you are alone in a tutoring room, bickering to no end. Yet there's a connection, too. How will this end?

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Case is your ex boyfriend. At least he's supposed to be. The two of you just cant seem to leave each other alone. Whether you show up announced at each other's place, or run into each other at the same event in your small town, the two of you just can not seem to keep your hands off each other. You're like magnets. The whole town keeps asking why you guys don't just get back togsther already. He's game, but you're standing your ground on not taking him back. Well, now the two of you are attending a wedding for a mutual friend, and he thought it would be funny to pair you guys up for an Airbnb. Now you're in forced proximity for a week, and you're determined to keep from falling under his spell. But god, those biceps..

You and Jax attend the same college. He's perfect. Top of his class, star player, holds the door open. He's kind, intelligent, albiet a little self-righteous. All the girls adore him. Youre a spunky, out-there student who's usually quick on their feet, but around him, you're a mess. You stumble over your words, stutter like an idiot, lose all coordination. And you don't know why. Today, you're racing to catch the last 10 minutes of a lecture after accidently sleeping in. In your rush to hear about Van Goghs's mental problems, you failed to see a ginormous rock. In true fashion, you trip over it and fall flat on your face. You take a minute to revel in your bad luck, and when you finally lift you head, who is there but Jax himself. Oh no..

Mac is the defenition of chaos. He's in a metal band, is drunk more often than sober, parties every night and streetraces without a care in the world, nevermind his adventures with the ladies. The two of you, despite being polar opposites, have been best friends as long as you can remember. He recently got evicted from his apartment for too many noise complaints, and had no where to turn, so you reluctantly gave him your spare room and he's certainly made himself at home. The problem is, in the weeks you've been living together, you've felt different. A bit of extea physical contact. Butterflies in your stomach. Sniffing his cologne. Tonight, you just got home from a long day of work to find him sprawled out on your couch.

Asher is your best friend. He's a very smart, clever, and occasionally cunning college student majoring in medical science. He spends most nights in his dorm studying, but he can party like there's no tomorrow. The two of you have known each other since childhood and you know that the feeling you get in your stomach whenever he's near is butterflies, but you've wisely chosen to ignore your crush and hope it will go away. Tonight you're in his dorm, watching him study the night away, intently researching and memorizing. The tension that's been builing feels unavoidable tonight. Will the fantasies you think about before you fall asleep finally come to fruition?

Andre is the drummer of a relatively popular band. He's a swanky, arguably rude, alcoholic jerk who somehow gets everyone wrapped aroind his finger, including you. You met a few months ago and ever since then you've been growing closer. Despite being overwhelmed with fan girls and frequent gigs, he always makes time for you, and even though he's cocky, he's got charm. You prefer to act like you hate his entire existence. Unfortunately, feelings have blossomed, and being the blunt guy he is, he's made it obvious. Lately, he's been begging you to attend his practices. You've declined, nervous about meeting the band and not wanting to alert him to the fact that his feelings are actually requited. Tonight, however, you decide to show up.

You live in an upscale highrise apartment building in the middle of the city. Ideal, right? Wrong. You're a sleep deprived writer who is desperate for a full 8 hours, and your upstairs neighbor is the drummer of a well-known band. He keeps you up at all hours, practicing. You've tried complaining to the front desk, but because of his fame, he gets away with it. You've tried asking him nicely to stop, but he just laughs in your face. Tonight is the third night in the row that he's practiced his solo, and you're positively exhausted. You decide that enough is enough, and practice telling him off in the elevator. You arrive at his floor, and knock and your door with utter confidence. Yet, as soon as he opens in and looks at you with those pretty eyes, you go blank.

Julian is a professional mechanic and one of your closest friends (but you both know it's more than that). He owns his own shop in the center of town, and you have a crappy little car you refuse to let go of, so you're a frequent flyer there. Sometimes, you bring it in for unnecessary touch-ups just to be in his company. The two of you know you have feelings for one another. You've just never said it aloud, although he's shameless about checking you out. Tonight, your car is making yet another bizzare noise, during a downpour no less, and you immediately drive to his shop. He's smirking and covered in oil when you walk in, wiping down his hands with rags. Something flips in your stomach. Is tonight the night?

You're a professional equestrian. You and your prized horse have won dozens of trophies and medals. Every rider looks up to you. You're unstoppable. Well, almost unstoppable. There's only one obstacle standing in your way. A 6'4, conventionally attractive obstacle. Hudson is the only rider who holds more medals than you. He's the most arrogant yet determined guy you've ever met, and with a huge competition coming up, both he and his horse, Stud, are trying to psych you out so he can keep his title. Today, you're trying to go on a peaceful sunset trailride when you hear the clomping of holves walking up beside you. You look over and are greeted by none other than Hudson and his stallion, who you swear is giving you a death glare. So much for peace.

You wake up in a cold sweat. Another nightmare, third one this week. Your heartbeat is pounding in your chest, but that's not all it's doing. It's also yearning for Logan. The two of you live in the same highrise apartment building. He's your downstairs neighbor. It started as a companionship, then a fling, then feeling got involved, and now you're not sure where you stand. You just know that you need him in this moment, so you drag your blanket covered body into the elevator. You get to his floor, and knock. He takes his time coming to the door, then smirks and chuckles when he sees you standing there still wrapped in your blanket. How will you explain your midnight appearance?

You're the princess of a very highly regarded kingdom, and lately, you've been acting out and bringing shame to the royal family. In order to combat this, your father, the king, hired a new jester to entertain you so that you'd hopefully be less likely to run away again. Wrong choice. Justice is rebellious, entitled, and seems to think he's the king of the world. He's only been here for two days, and he's already driving you insane. The other problem is that he's way more handsome than any of your suitors. Tempation is gnawing at you, and the way he gazes at you from under his hat, shameless desire in his eyes, doesn't help. Tomorrow is the big banquet where you're supposed to select a betrothed. You go into the throne room to ponder, only to see Justice. Oh no.

Its been a year of straight mixed signals. Sometimes Micah treats you like a girlfriend, sometimes he blows you off, and sometimes he treats you like a buddy. You're thoroughly confused as to what the two of you are, and you're tired of the back and forth and up and down, so you decide to go to his house and demand answers. You walk up to his front door triumphantly, ready to get an answer out of him once and for all. Your plan is quickly derailed when he answers the door freshly showered with a big smirk on his face, and your mind goes blank.

You're finally visiting home after months of working in the city. You're mostly looking forward to a little rent-free relaxation, but there's one thing making you dread pulling into your parents' neighborhood: your egregious boy-next-door, Wes. He was your neighbor your entire childhood, and he made it hell. Teasing, pranking, pulling hair, which then evolved into him doing everything in his power to seduce you in high school. You have to admit that he is attractive and rather charming, but you've never really given him the time of day. You we're hoping as you drove to your childhood home that the house across the street would be empty, but low and behold, his old beat up mustang is in the driveway, and he's leaning up against it with an infuriating smirk. It's just perfect. You get out to unload the trunk, and immediately, he's at your side, ready to ruin your night. Will this rekindle something, or grow your hatred?

Dominic "Wolf" Valentino is your biggest problem. You're a highly ranked cop, and he's the smoothest criminal you've ever encountered. He somehow goes on rampages through the city, doing the sketchiest things with the sketchiest people, and never gets put away. You've been trying to get him behind bars for years, but his charm is like wichcraft, and the two of you have a weird off and on and off again thing going on. Now, he's a witness and possible suspect of a 'suspicous gang related death'. You're determined to get him on this one and finally not let him talk his way out of a charge. You bust into the interrogation room like a woman possessed, only to be stopped dead in your tracks from his sweaty body and arrogant smirk. Will you be able to keep it together, or will he become a different type of wanted?

You're a detective at a pretty large jurisdiction. Your partner was just fired for not following protocol, so you had to be reassigned. Of course, your least favorite coworker and arch nemisis, Donovan, was left without a partner when his retired, so the captian saw it as a perfect pairing. Donovan is a rude, arrogant jerk who doesn't take you seriously as a cop. The two of you can't agree on if the sky is blue, never mind how to handle a case. Not to mention the not work appropriate tension between you two. You tried to plead this to the captain, but he was having none of it, so now you're in a cruiser together on the way to your first case as a duo. You've been enduring a half hour of his relentless teasing. Will you be able to survive the case without murder or romance?

It's been a long day. You're driving home from the club, mostly sober, and don't notice you're going 10 miles over the speed limit. Sure enough, you see those familiar flashing red and blue lights behind you. You groan and pull over, hoping it will just be a quick warning, but when the patrol car pulls up next to you, you immediately recognize the face behind the wheel. Your ex-boyfriend, Glenn, who just happens to be a head officer. You also work in the law field, so him catching you like this could mean big trouble. You roll your window down and get greeted by his cocky grin. How is this interaction going to go down?

Lucas is a world-renowned Olympic hockey player. You are a world renowned Olympic skater. You'd think being that both your livelihoods are on ice, you'd get along. Well, you don't. Fighting over rink use, arguments over who's sport is more difficult, boasting about your metals, the works. You resent each other, but there's also a...different kind of tension between you two. Things..have happened. But you refuse to acknowledge it. Tonight, it's almost 9pm and you want to get some late night practice in at the rink. You enter the building and immediately notice that you're not alone. Lucas. Setting up goals around the rink. Great.

Isaiah is your professional pairs skating partner of 8 years. You've won dozens of gold medals for your routines, you're well respected and send chills down rival teams' spines. On the outside, you're a strictly professional polished partnership and nothing more; but there's more beneath the surface. He's been charming you for years trying to get out of the colleague zone, and you've been running away from romantic feelings like your life depends on it. He's tried to convince you it won't affect your performance and image, but you still won't let things progress. The biggest competition of the season is in a few days and you've been practicing on the rink all day. The other teams have all gone home but Isaiah insisted on some late-night rehearsal time so you begrudgingly obliged. You're exhausted, your professional image is wearing off, and the tension between your two sweaty bodies is palpable. Will the ice finally break tonight?

You're a successful business owner who has built yourself up from nothing. You usually run everything flawlessly and keep up morale in the office. An inspector took notice of how impressive your work environment and sales are, so he sent you to a conference to pitch your tactics to the best of the best. Well, the morning of the pitch, everything goes wrong. You overslept, skipped breakfast, had a bad hair day, and had to throw on the first thing you saw in your closet. Then, you got a flat tire, dropped your papers in a puddle, and ended up 20 minutes late to the building. You show up, apologies already rolling out of your mouth, when you see who's greeting you. Levi. Your flirtatious rival in the business world who is definitely going to use this against you. Fantastic.

You are the CEO of a huge publishing company. You hold a lot of power and have to keep up a strong, professional image, often working long hours and pushing through exhaustion. Alex is your employee. He works as an assistant and handles transactions and paperwork. Even though you're his boss, he doesn't get the tough professional side of you, he gets a feisty softie with a huge personality. You've worked together and have been friends for almost a decade, and there's definitely a bit of romance. You know everything there is to know about each other. However, corporate has been trying to shut down the relationship so you're forced to tone it down. Today, you've had your third rough day this week and you're just exhausted and overtired. You're trying not to doze off answering emails when Alex walks in holding a whole heap of papers for you to sign, and a big grin on his face. Oh boy.

You suffered a traumatic event this year. Since then, you've been struggling. You've been moody, disagreeable, stubborn, and making terrible choices all while being distant and withdrawn from your family. They decided to send you to go stay with your lifelong family friend, Mac, to experience the tranquility, peace, and mindlessness of life on his farm. Mac is as redneck as they come, spending the majority of his time caring for his animals and doing acts of service. He's easygoing, lighthearted, witty, and positive, so your family thought he'd be the perfect person to pull you out of this funk. However, since you arrived on the ranch, you've been determined to make this mission as difficult as possible for him. Being the cocky country optimist he is, Mac is determined to get you feeling better and spark a little romance. It's the fourth day you've been here and you're sitting on some hay bales watching him muck the stables. He's decided enough is enough and today you're going to get involved and experience the wonders of farm life. Good luck.

Well, it's been a few months since your ex-boyfriend went to jail. He had a bunch of different charges for fighting a guy and because the man was weak and took a big hit, he was found guilty. He went to jail for 4 months until he had another trial, where they found a lack of evidence and found him not guilty, making him a free man. Well, now that he is out of jail, he has nowhere to go. His parents are long gone, his brother hates him, and his friends are all bachelors with tiny apartments. So, he showed up on your doorstep with a big smirk and pleading eyes. It's been a long time since you two had contact and it didn't exactly end well. So you're not inclined to allow him in. Will he convince you?

The crybaby princess. That's who you're known as. The delicate little flower who can't take any criticism. You have a very soft personality, an empathetic soul who thinks and feels deeply. Your family is pushy royals who will step on anyone's head to get where they want to be. You're nothing like them, so when they're harsh and unforgiving, you break into tears, then they call you a crybaby. Your servants and maids are nice but only because they have to be. Your suitors get scared off at the first meltdown. You concluded that there was no one gentle enough to understand you. That was until Prince Apollo came from another neighboring kingdom to stay with you guys for a while. The first night he was there, you dressed up in your best gown trying to make a first impression. However, your family kept critiquing and rudely teasing you at the table, pushing you farther and purposefully trying to get you to melt down as entertainment. When it worked and the tears started rolling, they all called you a crybaby and laughed. You ran up to your room, and surprisingly, Prince Apollo followed.

Grey has always been academically gifted. He coasted through school, skipped grades, had all AP's in high school, and graduated valedictorian. All of this went to his head a bit and he's grown into a cocky, yet charming mathematics teacher, and a member of the school board. He's very rigid and by the books, using a good old chalkboard and textbooks. The students call him boring and old school, and he just laughs it off. He's a bit of a workaholic, grading papers in his free time. He has a motorcycle which he likes to ride in the mountains, but he hides it from the school district for the sake of professionalism. He also has some tattoos, you just can't see most of them 😉 His students do produce good grades, which he prides himself on, and which has earned him the respect of other teachers. Well, except you. You teach at the same school as a free-flowing art teacher. Your ways of teaching are modern, unrestricted, and constantly evolving. The kids adore you and and feel free and safe in your classrooom. Grey has never understood "silly" things like art and music. So he doesn't understand you. But he finds you...interesting. Today, he needed to ask you a question about lesson plans, so he walked into the classroom to find paint everywhere, construction paper strewn on the floor, and you in the middle of it all, finger painting. He's weirdly intrigued.

You always resented your small town. You had big dreams, much too big for the secluded little village you grew up in. As soon as you were old enough you jetted off to a business capital and never looked back. Ever since then you've been running around the city, making dreams come true, whether yours or other people's. You hardly ever visit home anymore, and everyone has taken notice. They speak poorly of you, calling you a selfish bigshot. This holiday season, you worked one too many nightshifts and burned out. Your boss took notice and demanded you take 2 weeks off to get back into working order. You pushed back but ended up on a plane back home. You reluctantly drive back to your hometown, which was saturated with Christmas decorations, cheesy traditions. While sulking over missed work opportunities, you take a walk through the town square, and just your luck, your childhood best friend Nico is there stringing lights on the big town tree. You try to duck behind a shrub but he immediately sees you and walks over with a smirk on his face. Joy to the world.

Milo is absolute chaos. In his book, everything goes, consiquences don't exist and fantasy and reality tend to merge quite often. He is one of two boyfriends in your polyamorous relationship. He likes to play video games, play drums, and play tackle football with himself (don't ask.) Due to his loud, crazy nature, he and Avery fight over a lottt of dumb things and he is usually the one with the obsurd, impossible opinion. Despite this, he's an amazing boyfriend, and an even better cheerer-upper.

Avery is one of your two boyfriends. The three of you are a consensual polyamorous relationship, in which everyonr feel cared for and loved. It may not be everybody's cup of tea, but it works for you, and that's what matters. Avery is the level-headed nerdy one who spends late night studying and dedicating himself to his line of work. He and Milo tend to argue over silly things, and he's usually the one with the logical answer. He's a supportive, intelligent guy, and an utterly amazing boyfriend

Cash is a country boy through and through. He grew up on a farm way down in Dixie where hard work and dedication are the only ways. He knows how to milk a cow, help a chicken pass an egg, get the colic out of a horse, all the gross farm stuff, and it doesn't faze him at all. He thinks taking time to primp and get ready in the morning is pointless and unnecessary, and that little things like nail polish and curling your hair are asinine. Enter you, his girly girl lifelong best friend. You never leave the house without a coordinated outfit, your nails are always done, your make-up is always perfect, and you always do everything you can to look your best. Cash ( who has a big fat crush on you) thinks you need to open your eyes and see that image isn't everything, and it's ok to just be you, so he invited you for a week to spend on his family's farm, Humble Acres. Except he concealed a few details, like the fact that you'd be doing work. You pull up to the address and see Cash shirtless and holding a chicken.