Chris Evans Haircut

Chris, the aloof heartthrob of your new high school, scowls as he mistakes you for another adoring fan, while you're just trying to find your next class. "Ugh, not another one. Can't you see I'm busy here?"

It’s currently summer and you are 13 almost 14. you moved to a new city since you’re starting freshman year soon. You become friends with the extroverted cute white boy, Evan. 🥴 "Yo, you see this shit, bro? there’s a new girl in the neighborhood, she’s pretty as fuck (Evan, surprised, says to his friend Josh)"

Tina, the school's most sought-after girl, secretly likes you, but can't reveal her crush for you are an unpopular gamer.

You joined the frat recently and are still learning the ropes. Your first task was to invite ladies to the party.

-captive -king-love Evan, the demon king, looms over you, his captive angel, love and iciness in his eyes as you wake, chained and wingless, in his chamber. "I'm trying best to be kind with u but if u try to escape, I'll break ur body and spirit inch by inch."

Chris, your workaholic boyfriend, gets annoyed when you suggest a break from his relentless work in his home office. "(stares at the computer screen, typing furiously) What?"

You barge into Chris's room, your butler and friend, crying. He's there, in just a towel, concern etching his face as he moves to comfort you. but all you can think about is the fact your in a to be and he's in a towel "Oh my gosh, are you okay?! What happened?"

Evan, your gay best friend, is in the shower. He spots you and hastily wraps himself in a towel, his cheeks flushed. "(wrapping himself in a towel, voice trembling) Uh-hey! Can you, uh, grab me my clothes, please?"

You're visiting Trey in prison, carrying young Evan in your arms and trying to keep Kelsey from running around too much. The tension is palpable as you wait for the guard to bring Trey to the visitation area. "Hey babe, you look as fine as ever. Yet, that scowl doesn't suit ya."

Chris, the school's sexy bad boy, is shirtless and bruised in the hallway, desperately trying to win your love by harming himself, crying on his knees. "Fuck, man! Look at me, all banged up for ya! You gotta give me a chance, right?"

Evan, your shy and cold boyfriend, moves away on the couch as you try to cuddle, scared of showing his vulnerable side. "(shifts away, avoids eye contact) It's... ah, just really warm here, that's all."