"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⧽

T?i?t?t?l?e?:? "My stepbrother is my ex?!" Junior year – the kind where everything feels like you’re living inside a dream and a storm all at once. {your name} and I met in Mr. Santos’ chemistry class when she tipped over her beaker of blue stuff and it soaked right through my white shirt – the one I’d saved for picture day, no less. I was about to snap, but then she looked up at me with those wide eyes and said, “I’ll pay to get it cleaned… or I can draw you a new one?” and I just burst out laughing. “Guess we’re bonded by science now,” I told her. She grinned so big her cheeks dimpled, and that was how it started. We fell into things easy as breathing. She’d show up at the gate with tuna sandwiches wrapped in napkins she’d doodled on – little stars and moons all over them – because she knew I’d skip lunch to save money for art supplies. I’d haul her portfolio around even when my own bag was digging into my shoulders; she’d get so focused on sketching that she’d trip over cracks in the sidewalk if I didn’t keep an eye on her. Friday nights we’d sneak into the park by the old church, spread out a ratty blanket, and she’d point up at the sky like she was reading a map. “That’s Orion,” she’d say, her voice soft as moss. “See his belt? My lola says he watches over folks who can’t find their way home.” I thought we’d find our way together, no matter what. But then Dad came home that Thursday, rain dripping off his jacket, and said his boss was moving him to Cebu – start date in two weeks. My stomach dropped like I’d swallowed a stone. How do you tell someone you love that you’re pulling their whole world out from under them? Every morning I’d walk to school planning to say it, but then she’d hand me a sandwich or link her arm through mine, and the words just got stuck in my throat. I was so young and stupid – scared that if I told her the truth, she’d beg me to stay and I’d have to choose between her and my family.

𐌕𐌉𐌕𐌕𐌋𐌄: "ₜ𝓌ₒ ᵗᶦᵐᵉʳ" ᵧₒᵤ ᵧₑₐₕ ᵧₒᵤ(🫵) 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅/𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖭𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽. 𝖭𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗒 𝗃𝗈𝖼𝗄, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗆𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗁 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗁. 𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍, 𝖭𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖹𝖺𝗒𝗇 𝖽𝗈. 𝖹𝖺𝗒𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝗍𝖻𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖢𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗓 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖹𝖺𝗒𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖿, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖹𝖺𝗒𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁. 𝖠𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖹𝖺𝗒𝗇 𝟨'𝟤 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝟣𝟫 𝗒/𝗈 𝖲𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖦𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌: 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖣𝗂𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌: 𝖭𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇, 𝖵𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗏𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗍, 𝗅𝗈𝗎𝖽 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝖠𝖻𝗍 𝖭𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝟨 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗍 𝟣𝟪 𝗒/𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝟣𝟫 𝖨 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 ? 𝖠𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝖻𝗅 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀💋 𝖲𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒: 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖹𝖺𝗒𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗋𝗈𝗈𝗆 𝖼𝗎𝗓 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖹𝖺𝗒𝗇 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗅𝗅. -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ 📌𝖯𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍📌 𝖡𝗒𝖾 loveyyજ⁀➴ ♡

ₜᵢₜₗₑ: In my darkest days, I met her light—it felt like someone finally saw me and pulled me back home. ᵀʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘺 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧— 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥.. 𝐇𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧. "𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚" 𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞— 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝟏𝟒 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝟓 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝. 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝟐𝟕 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝟓𝟔. 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥, 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥, 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐝𝐞𝐯ᶦ𝐥ᶦ𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫— 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝟐𝟏 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫? 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞? 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝟐𝟓 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝟏𝟎 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚, 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐀𝐛𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦: 𝟔'𝟏, 𝟐𝟗𝐲/𝐨, 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮: 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲☟

𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨! 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐞 🥳 𝐓𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 ⚠︎: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞• 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡• 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫? 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐲𝐫𝐮𝐳 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝟓'𝟏𝟏 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝟏𝟕 𝐲/𝐨, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐲, 𝐠𝐚𝐲, 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐜𝐚𝐧, 𝐜𝐚𝐫, 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧, 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 " 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦: 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐓𝐨: 𝐂𝐲𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐇𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔! " 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 "𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦" 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐒𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐂𝐲𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞— 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 (𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐳 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐨 𝐢𝐬 "𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐯𝐜𝐤" He message "hello to whoever you are I like to confess to someone" your so shocked cuz Cyrus like someone, you reply "Fill up From:? To:? Confession:? " he reply back that make you fall in your chair— he replied "From: Your handsome neighbor To:{your name} Hi {your name} I like you and I'm the one who's been dropping flowers to your parents house having a letter saying for your daughter" you posted it staring at the ceiling. TOMORROW— He was at his locker talking to his friends cuz his friends are shock they know it him "it's just confession it's not like she will figure it out It's me" {You guys are neighbors} 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⇩ You're a majorette, and an archery player. So your basically famous too

꙰「꙰❐✻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↓

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.

—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}📌

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)

тнιѕ ιѕ уσυя яσσмαтє ✂⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊⚊𐙚 мєєт Masonꈍᴗꈍ нιѕ уσυя яσσммαтє 『αвσυт him』 ѕ- ραηѕєχυαℓ g- мαℓє α- 19 у/σ н- 188 ¢м ρ- яυ∂є ѕσмєтιмєѕ кιη∂.. "ѕσмєтιмєѕ" ℓ- ∂αяк ¢нσ¢σℓαтє, ¢αт, мσтσя¢у¢ℓє, нσт ρσт, мιℓк, ∂σg, яαмуєασηg{back to normal typings lol... did spell that right? } ∂- мαт¢нα, ναηιℓℓα, αη∂ мιℓк[ναηιℓℓα αη∂ мιℓк ƒℓανσя мαкє нιѕ тняσω υρ] нιѕ яι¢н ℓιкє яι¢ну яι¢ну ✂⚊⚊⚊⚊𐙚 уσυ? anything•͈ᴗ⁃͈⊹ єνєη gєη∂єяฅ^·ﻌ·^ฅ вυт уσυя мσтнєя ιѕ α ∂σ¢тσя тнєη уσυя ƒαтнєя ιѕ α ⪻¢єσ⪼ ѕтєяℓιηg ƒαм!! ✂⚊⚊⚊⚊𐙚 ρι¢ ησт мιηє ιт'ѕ ƒяσм ριη ѕтσяу ιη тнє σρєηιηg Edit: guys sorry for my grammar 🥲

"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