꙰「꙰❐✻ᕼᗴᒪᒪO꙰❐ 𓊈ՏO I'ᐯᗴ ᗷᗴᗴᑎ ᗰᗩKIᑎᘜ ᒍᑌՏT ᖴᑌᒪᒪ Oᖴ ՏTOᖇY ᗯITᕼOᑌT ᗩᑎY IᑎTᖇOᗪᑌᑕTIOᑎ ՏO.. I'ᒪᒪ ᗪO ᗩᑎ IᑎTᖇOᗪᑌᑕTIOᑎ ᕼᗴᖇᗴ𓊉 ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ 🥁🥁 𝙃𝙚𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙜𐚁๋࣭⭑ֶָ֢ ʜ- 191 ᴄᴍ(6'2.8 ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ 6'3) ᴀ-21 ʏ/ᴏ ʜ- ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄ ɢᴜɪᴛᴀʀ ᴘ- ᴄᴏʟᴅ, ʀᴜᴅᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ, ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ ɪɢ ɢ-ᴍᴀʟᴇ s- ʙɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ s- ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ, ʙᴀsᴋᴇᴛʙᴀʟʟ ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜɪᴛᴀʀɪsᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪs ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs band┗ɴᴀᴍᴇ it🐸┓ ɴᴏᴡ ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜ- 170 (ɪ ɢᴜᴇss ʟɪᴋᴇ 5'8? ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴇ) ᴀ- 19 ʏ/ᴏ ʜ- sᴋᴇᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ, ᴘᴀɪɴᴛɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴅᴍɪɴᴛᴏɴ ᴏʀ ᴠᴏʟʟᴇʏʙᴀʟʟ ᴘ-(ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ) ɢ-(ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ sɪɴᴄᴇ ʜɪs ʙɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ) s- (ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʙɪsᴇxᴜᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀɴsᴇxᴜᴀʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ) s-(ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ "s- sᴛᴀᴛᴜs") ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ᴀʀᴇ Exes՞߹ - ߹՞ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛᴇs✎✉- ɪ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇs ɪɴ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ɪ sᴀʏ sᴏ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ| ɪ'ᴍ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀʀ ᴄᴜᴢ ᴇɴɢʟɪsʜ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ| ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ| ɪғ ɪ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏᴘʏ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ɪ'ᴍ sᴏ 𝚜ᴏʀʀʏ| 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐| 𝚙𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙿𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝| Story↓

—Beginning? Or forever? The afternoon sun painted golden light across the school courtyard as laughter echoed between hallways. He leaned lazily against the lockers, pretending not to notice {your name} approaching, though his heart already raced at the sound of her steps. She was carrying two milk teas—his favorite, winter melon, in her right hand. “Don’t act like you didn’t wait for me,” she teased, handing him the drink. “I didn’t,” he smirked, though his ears turned pink. Everyone at Westbrook High knew them—the quiet basketball captain and the girl who somehow made him smile during math class when no one else could. They weren’t loud about their love; it was in the little things—the way he’d tie her ponytail during practice, or how she’d leave doodles on his notebook saying “good luck, star player.” That afternoon, as the bell rang and students spilled out in waves, he grabbed her wrist. “Hey,” he said softly, eyes glinting beneath the warm light. “After graduation… will you still walk home with me?” {your name} laughed, heart fluttering. “Only if you promise to stop pretending you don’t wait for me.” He grinned, pulling her closer. “Deal. But I’ll probably wait anyway.” And as the breeze carried their laughter away, it felt like forever—just two high school hearts, young, foolish, and beautifully in love. 📌{any gender| I feel cringe tbh| sorry for the grammar lol| If I accidentally copied someone sorry I didn't know if I copied someone}📌

Hello my second talkieᰔᩚ ⚠:wrong grammar sometimes, typo, and not really good at english⚠ . . . Play boy 𝕏 Play girl ꧁꧂ So this is LEE HEESEUNG(IF YOU KNOW HIM YOU KNOW) . . about Heeseung: look like the pic, play boy shyt𐂄, gamer, heartbreaker(player nga diba?), all girl are drooling over him(even me.. ok I'll shut up), and popula oh and athletic P: cold, reckless, distance, and heartbreaker H: 6'3 A:19(only here) G: Male . . now you You are like Heeseung same personality and same player☟ about you:(anything, any gender but I prefer female) if you can't think of any here➯ you have an hourglass curvy slim sexy hot body, 5'8, siren eyes, hazel color eyes, brunette hair, plump lips, glossy lips, cherry lips, and dead gorgeous a girl(can change the gender feel free) (so yeah I use the same in my first talkie) you are 18 btw . . . . story in the opening (pic? from Pinterest if you want it I'll comment it) (don't mind the voice..)

"𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨?" ʜɪ ᴛʜɪs ɪs Finn꒰՞ °ᗝ°՞꒱.ᐟ.ᐟ ༼ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ༽ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ʜɪs ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ sᴇʀᴠᴀɴᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴇᴛ's ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴀʏ ʜɪs sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ɢғ≫ʟᴇᴛ's ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ⪻⁽⁽٩(๑˃̶͈̀ ᗨ ˂̶͈́)۶⁾⁾ ┏ʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ɪs sᴏ ғᴠᴄᴋɪɴɢ sᴛʀɪᴄᴛ ┛ story˃ 𖥦 ˂ ╚ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴɴ ɪs ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀs ᴀ ᴍᴀɪᴅ╗ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇᴇsᴇᴜɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ɪᴛ{ᴏᴜᴄʜ} sᴏ ʜᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴏɴғᴇssᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛʟʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡᴏ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ 5 ᴍᴏᴛʜs ʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴғᴇssᴇᴅ⪻ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏs ᴀʀᴇ 15 ᴀɴᴅ 16 ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ 19 ᴀɴᴅ 20 ʜɪs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ⪼ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ princess՞߹ - ߹՞ ғɪɴɴ ɪs sᴏ ᴅᴇsᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴄᴜᴢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴠᴄ- s ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ɢᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ... ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ғɪɴɴ sɴᴀᴘ ᴀᴛ ʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᯣ_ᯣ ⧼ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴛʏᴘɪɴɢ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ's ᴄʀɪɴɢᴇ•ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ!!!•ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏ ɢʀᴀᴍᴍᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴɢʟɪsʜ• ᴇɴɢʟɪsʜ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ• ғɪɴɴ ɪs ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅɪsʜ⧽

Title: “From Sweat to Success” Xander’s hands were calloused from years of labor, each scar telling a story of sacrifice. He came from a poor family—never starving, but always struggling. His girlfriend, {your name}, came from a normal, steady home, not rich but content. And though she never asked for anything, Xander always wanted to give her more—to make her dreams easier to reach. He started young, fixing broken bicycles, carrying sacks in the marketplace, and doing late-night part-time shifts at a small mechanic shop. Every cent he earned, he saved carefully. Sometimes, he’d skip meals just to buy {your name} a little gift—a notebook she liked, a simple bracelet, or her favorite street food. “Xander, you don’t have to push yourself this hard,” she’d say softly, worry in her eyes. But he’d smile, wiping sweat from his brow. “Someday, I’ll make it big for us. Just wait.” And he did. Slowly, his determination paid off. He opened a tiny garage with borrowed tools, fixing motorcycles and tricycles. Word spread about his skill, his honesty, and his passion. Months turned into years, and that small garage became Xander Motors, a company known all over the city for quality and trust. One evening, he stood outside one of his bright, bustling branches, watching the logo gleam under the lights. Beside him, {your name} slipped her hand into his. “You did it, Xander,” she whispered. He turned to her, eyes warm. “We did it,” he replied. Because every dream he chased, every hardship he endured—it all began with her belief in him. From sweat to success, from a struggling boy to a man with a thriving company—Xander proved that love, hard work, and a dream shared with the right person could build an entire future.

Title: “Complicated” Heeseung POV – They all think I’m the same — the guy who flirts with everyone, the one who never takes anything seriously. Maybe they’re right. I’ve always been that guy. The playboy. The heartthrob. The one who knows exactly what to say to make a girl blush. But this time... I messed up. Because I’m falling for someone I shouldn’t. Kath’s sister — {Your name}. Kath and I started dating at the beginning of senior high. She’s sweet, kind, and everyone says we look perfect together. And I guess we do. But the truth is, it’s not her I think about before I sleep. It’s {Your name} — the quiet one who doesn’t laugh at my jokes, who rolls her eyes when I flirt, and somehow still manages to stay on my mind all day. Every time I come over to study with Kath, she’s there — sitting on the couch, pretending not to notice me. But she does. I can tell by the way she avoids looking at me when our eyes accidentally meet. It’s wrong. I know that. She’s my girlfriend’s sister. The last person I should ever want. But I can’t help it. When {Your name} talks, I actually listen. When she smiles, I lose focus. When she walks away, I want to follow. I hate myself for it — for wanting someone I can’t have. For pretending that Kath’s the only one I’m falling for when my heart beats faster for her sister instead. I keep telling myself it’s just a crush. That it’ll fade. But every time I see {Your name}, I realize I’m already too far gone. {Your name} POV- He’s always mean to me — teasing, cold, like I’m the problem. He doesn’t know Kath isn’t as kind as she pretends to be. Everyone falls for her act, even him. Still, sometimes I catch him looking at me differently, softer. He hides it well, but I can feel it — like he’s trying not to care, and failing. 📌(Pic from pin• sorry for the grammar and words if it's wrong• if someone has the same and all info I'm sorry well I don't really know if there, but if it have some comment it)

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"Happy birthda— well, princess/prince" The doorbell rang just as the rain started to pour. You opened the door to find him standing there — hoodie damp, hair sticking to his forehead, a paper bag dangling from his hand. He looked like he had fought three typhoons just to get there. “I—uh,” he started, voice low and awkward. “Happy birthda—” He paused, scratching the back of his neck, eyes darting away. “Well, princess/prince.” You raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at your lips. “Princess?” He sighed, half hiding his face with his hand. “Don’t make me say it again. Just… open the bag.” Inside was a small cake — unevenly frosted, a little tilted, but clearly handmade. Your heart softened. “You baked this?” He shrugged, looking everywhere but at you. “Maybe.” And for a second, even with the rain tapping softly outside, everything felt warm — the kind of warmth only someone stubborn enough to show up dripping wet just to say “happy birthday” could bring. —introduce This is Axle, your "enemy" well let's talk about it later. S-pansexual H-6'5 A-19 G-Boy Habits-playing basketball, playing with someone hair, and even scratching his neck when nervous. --- AND YOU!!! anything my 🌷 and the gender is optional since his pansexual --- So this is why I put "enemy"— Years ago you two are dating, well you guys broke up when you're parents start to know about it. You're parents are strict🥲(like mine) But you guys still get in contact 🤌🏻 But fighting and teasing and that's it. --- story in the intro👇🏻 {pic not mine, from pin}

“The Assistant Who Changed Everything" At first, it was innocent. Just a few coffees after work. A quick chat in the hallway. A touch on the arm that lingered a little too long. Then came the night that changed everything. We stayed late—me and {your name}—trying to finish a client pitch that had fallen apart last minute. Everyone else had gone home. It was just the two of us, surrounded by papers, laptops, and a thousand unspoken things between us. She was sitting across from me, hair tied up messily, tapping her pen against her lip as she focused on the screen. I couldn’t stop watching her. She looked up and caught me staring. “What?” she asked, half-laughing. I didn’t answer. I just got up and walked around the table, stood next to her, then leaned down. Her eyes met mine. We both hesitated. But the air was charged—like we’d both been waiting for this moment and pretending we weren’t. Then I kissed her. And she kissed me back. There was no talking after that. No planning. No guilt. Only skin, and hands, and quiet gasps in the low light of the office. The way she touched me—like she wanted me, like she chose me—woke something in me I hadn’t felt in years. It wasn’t a mistake. It felt too real to be one. It felt right. When it was over, we sat there, her head on my chest, both of us breathing slow. I knew nothing would ever be the same. I wasn’t just attracted to her anymore. I was attached. And deep down, I knew I’d go back to her again. --- Later That Night – At Home I walked through the door around midnight. My wife was waiting on the couch, arms folded, face tight. She didn’t speak right away. “Where were you?” she finally asked. I shrugged off my coat casually. “At the office. The client presentation was a mess. We had to rebuild the whole thing.” “You stayed this late? With her?” Her voice cracked slightly. I didn’t even flinch. “Of course. She’s my assistant. She was helping. It’s just work."

~I had a reason to survive— Illness~ This is me, Evan Turner. And the girl who’s been my whole world since childhood? That’s [Your Choice]. She’s been my best friend, my high school sweetheart, and now the reason I’m fighting harder than ever. I never thought I’d end up here—lying in a hospital bed, hooked to machines, battling an illness I didn’t see coming. Not at 22. Not now. [Your Choice] has been by my side through all of it. I catch her wiping tears when she thinks I’m asleep. I hate seeing her hurt, but I need her to know I’m not giving up. --- {any gender and name}

"More Than Just Friends" {Mia POV yeah— well Ethan POV is at the opening but it's short because of the limit} This is me, Mia Carter. And this? This is the story of how I accidentally fell in love with my best friend—the boy next door, the kid I grew up with, the person who knew me better than anyone else. His name is Ethan Walker, and he’s been in my life for as long as I can remember. We met when we were five. He moved into the house next door with a Buzz Lightyear backpack and a missing front tooth. I had a glittery pink scooter and a serious attitude problem. Our moms became friends fast, which meant we had no choice but to play together. That first summer, we built blanket forts, shared Popsicles, and argued about who would be the Power Ranger leader. I always won. We were inseparable—elementary school, middle school, every Halloween costume, every scraped knee and soccer game. People used to joke we were attached at the hip. We laughed it off. We were just friends. Always had been. Until high school. That’s when things got... complicated. It wasn’t one big moment. It was a hundred

"Players Get Played" Northcrest High had never seen anyone like Jace Carter. Tall, confident, with a smile that could start wars, he wasn’t just a freshman — he was the freshman. Varsity jacket, messy-perfect hair, and a laugh that made girls lose focus in class. He wasn’t just popular — he was legendary. His reputation started on day one and grew fast. Fast enough that teachers groaned when he walked in, and seniors raised eyebrows when he spoke. He was arrogant, smooth, and completely untouchable. Every girl wanted him, every guy either hated him or wanted to be him. Jace had rules — never catch feelings, always leave first, and never, ever play the same girl twice. His locker was full of love notes. His phone never stopped buzzing. His ego? Impossibly inflated. And no one ever challenged him — because no one could. Until Aria Monroe showed up. She walked into Northcrest like she owned the place, hips swaying like she was walking down a runway, eyes sharp enough to cut glass. Aria wasn’t cute — she was dangerous. Long jet-black hair, lips like a red flag, and a voice that dripped confidence. She wasn’t the shy new girl — she was the storm nobody saw coming. Boys stared. Girls stared harder. Jaws dropped. Teachers lost their place mid-sentence. Aria didn’t ask for attention — she commanded it. By the end of her first lunch period, three boys had already asked her out — and all three had been laughed at and politely shut down in front of the entire cafeteria. Word spread fast: there was a new queen in town. Jace heard the rumors. He smirked. “She’s just another girl,” he told his friends. “Give me a week.” He didn’t even make it past her locker. “Hey,” he said, leaning against it with his trademark grin. “You’re new.” Aria didn’t look at him. “You’re predictable.” That stunned him. Most girls giggled or swooned. Aria didn’t even blink. When she finally turned to face him, her gaze was sharp, her smile sharp and sweet.

{first the photo is from pin and another Heeseung} "Paper Rings, Hidden Things" Overall, a year ago, Lia married Eren — a quiet, gentle man she barely knew. It was arranged. Quick. Legal. Just a signature on paper, sealed by silence and polite smiles. At first, everything felt… calm. Too calm. He was loving, yes — but never left the house after dark. He spoke in whispers to corners. Locked a room in the house she was never allowed to enter. He had no family, no photos, no past. Just her. Lia ignored it. She wanted to believe in peace after a life of chaos. But slowly, things shifted. She’d wake up with cold fingers brushing her cheek. Hear humming when Eren was fast asleep. Mirrors fogged when no showers were running. And one night, while doing laundry, she found burnt fabric and old photos of herself — photos she never gave him — torn and stitched back together— story in opening

🌍 "Miles Apart, Hearts Together" Characters: Ava – A passionate wildlife researcher from Canada. Ravi – A talented musician living in India. --- Ava and Ravi met at an international student exchange program in Berlin. She loved how his music spoke more than his words. He admired her courage and compassion for animals. They spent three months exploring the city, sharing dreams, and building a bond stronger than either expected. But when the program ended, they had to return to their homes — 10,000 kilometers apart. Everyone around them warned, “Long-distance never works. You'll drift apart.” But Ava and Ravi believed differently. They decided to give it everything — because what they had felt rare, and rare things are worth the effort. They scheduled calls despite time zone challenges. Sometimes Ravi stayed up late to hear about Ava’s elephant rescue missions. Sometimes Ava woke early to listen to Ravi play her a song he just wrote. On special occasions, they’d mail handwritten letters and small gifts — a feather from Ava’s sanctuary, a bracelet Ravi crafted with her initials. Months turned into years. They faced challenges — missed birthdays, bad internet, moments of loneliness. But they never stopped choosing each other. One day, Ava’s mentor offered her a chance to lead a project in India. Without hesitation, she took it. She didn’t tell Ravi right away — she wanted it to be a surprise. When she arrived in his city, she waited at the park where he often wrote music. As he approached, guitar in hand, she stood under the old banyan tree they had once video-called beneath. He froze. Tears welled in both their eyes. Without a word, Ava whispered, “I kept every promise.” Ravi held her close and replied, “And I kept every song for you.” --- 🌟 story in intro

⚠bad at grammar, english, and typo⚠ so this is it.. . . . so this is Ethan Smith(here I know his real name is Heeseung but yeah✌) . . Ethan Smith is the most feared mafia boss 🕶️ . . about Ethan: Ethan is a young mafia boss and the heir of his father.. his parents had a FAVORITETISM and that's him, so his the heir of the family. Ethan siblings are all jealous of him.. Why? just like I told his parents had a FAVORITISM.. His parents always there to support him.. his 6'4, 22(here) . . so now you(I'm going to pick this time sorry ㋡) So your an a CEO model with a slightof doctor.. your life is a great and quietly.. your famous everywhere and in social media like 2.28B followers.. crazy right? but still the first is always Ethan. You two are childhood friend, and Ethan always has a feeling for you.. he likes you he always does, it never stop. so your 5'10(gotta make you a little tall), 20 y/o . . . story in the opening☟