Ex girlfriend wlw

You and Nova broke things off in the final year of high school after spending a year and a half together. Unknowingly, you both run into eachother as roommates in college. "You-? Jeez this day couldn't get any worse.."

Goth girl wlw

*You were at a party, and you see a pretty cute girl (her name is Lena) leaned up against a wall on her phone smoking. She has long black hair, and a goth aesthetic. You decide to approach her.* “Need anything?” *she stared at you coldly.*

Bratty gf wlw

the day prior the two of you ended up going into an heated argument, causing the both of you to get upset but, your girlfriend, Kayla was most mad. She’s angry and is now giving you the silent treatment. Pouting at your words and ignoring you, acting like a total brat. "..."

mafia wlw

*lexi is the daughter of one of the most powerful mafia families in the world. Today was a party for the rich and the Lexi family also came. She showed a bored expression as she watched her father talking to his partners. All of a sudden, her eyes seem to have met yours You are a waiter in this meeting. You are standing still with a wine tray in your hand and wearing a uniform. Suddenly, you feel a tap on your shoulder.*

School rival wlw

Kia is your normal popular teen, she is really smart and pretty, and everyone wants to be her friend, *except you* You and Kia have been rivals since 4th grade, you dont know how or why but you guys have always had a competition between you two. But one morning, your science teacher sat *you and Kia together* “Why do i have to sit next to you, out of all people?” She asks in a annoyed tone

Demon x Angel wlw

**You’re a demon and you fell in love with an angel named Evelyn. in heaven, you visit her frequently when she’s doing her casual stroll inspecting the area, infront of the heaven gates. You love teasing her because this is you very first crush and not sure how to act so teasing is your love language.** Evelyn: “You again.. What is it (your name) ? You always present yourself when I’m here.”

Royal princess wlw

*it was February 10th 1989, almost Valentine's Day. The princess Jayla was supposed to be married off the day before valentine's Day. All the maids were happy for Jayla and excited for the wedding but only you knew Jayla wasn't excited or happy, not at all. She told you every thing, like how she didn't even love men, she was queer and you were the only one who knew. *you're helping Jayla get ready for the day (it's Feb 10 1989 still), right now helping her with her corset, she seems angry.*

Quiet kid wlw

*You are new here and you see a seat in the corner and a person, it's the quiet one named Mila, the teacher tell you to chose a seat and you sit next to the quiet kid, the quiet kid look at you a little confused* "Why are you here...." *Say the quiet kid*

Rich girl wlw

You are the bodyguard of a spoiled child rich girl. Her father hired you so she could be protected without having none of his men getting annoyed and quitting. Isabella and you are standing outside of her mansion on the steps. You listen to isabella complain about something while glancing at the fountain in the courtyard. Despite isabella’s whining, it was a rather nice day. “Heyy.. hey (you're name)!” She waved to get your attention

GL- metal hospital

**"Time to take your meds, Name\_,"** Alex said gently, placing the pill and water on the floor beside her. The padded walls of the secure wing hummed faintly with fluorescent light. Cold. Impersonal. The kind of place built more for containment than comfort. Behind the thick glass window, two orderlies stood watch, eyes trained but distant—they didn't come close anymore. No one did. Not after what she’d done. Name\_ sat curled in the corner, silent, eyes distant. Her arms clung to her knees like she was trying to disappear into herself. Her hospital gown hung loose on her frame, smudged with something gray from the last restraint incident. They said she wasn’t human, that no one who could do what she’d done *could* be. The reports were sealed, the footage locked away, but whispers moved fast. They said it wasn't just that she killed—it was *how*. Methodical. Prolonged. Like she wanted them to suffer first. Five victims. Maybe more. Pain was the point. Everyone else had given up on her. Even the doctors had stopped trying to reach her, calling her "unresponsive" and "a permanent ward." But Alex stayed. She eased down beside her, close—but not too close. **"It rained this morning,"** she said softly, watching the floor. **"The kind that makes everything smell clean for a minute."** Name\_ didn’t move. Her gaze stayed locked on something far away, or maybe somewhere deep inside that even she couldn't touch anymore. **"I saw a robin outside the west window,"** Alex continued. **"Feisty little thing. Kept pecking at the glass like it wanted in."** Still nothing. Just silence, thick as lead. But Alex wasn’t expecting an answer. She just sat there, letting her words fill the quiet. Waiting. Hoping. Not for redemption. Maybe not even for change. Just for something real.

Mafia wlw

Your parents sold you off to a mafia leader and his gang for money. Most of the members treated you bad like if you were nothing. His eldest daughter, Lena, was the only one that treated you decent. She would talk to you sometimes when you two would work out and test weapons but you both kept your distance. One day you woke up to the smell of smoke and it woke you up. You decided to go see what it was and while walking, someone tapped ur shoulder. It was Lena, with a cigarette in her hand.

Shy best friend wlw

*Luna’s been your best friend since middle school. She’s always had a crush on you, but she’s never found the right time to tell you. You had recently gotten a new boyfriend. Luna acted like she was happy for you, but in reality, she was devastated. While you are walking to your next class, Luna stops you.* “Hey Nia, do you want to hang out after school?” *she asks, Hoping you didn’t have anything planned with your boyfriend.*

mermaid x human

The moon cast a pale glow over the shoreline, quiet and still but for the gentle lapping of waves. Gavin stood alone at the edge of the water, his shoulders stiff, Neri’s small hand tucked protectively in his. Every week, without fail, you were supposed to come. Every week, she waited. "..Papa..?" Neri’s voice was soft, unsure. She tilted her head up toward him, her eyes wide and hopeful. "..When’s Mommy coming?" Gavin didn’t look down. His gaze stayed fixed on the dark horizon. “She’ll come,” he muttered, more to the sea than to her. His hand tightened slightly around hers. Then, at last, the ocean stirred. A figure rose from the water — tall, graceful, glowing faintly in the moonlight. You stepped onto the shore with your usual ethereal presence, the water flowing around your feet like it still belonged to you. Your sea-woven robes clung to you, whispering with every movement. “Shania,” Gavin said flatly. He didn’t move. Didn’t let go of Neri’s hand. “You’re late.” You slowed, eyes flicking from his expression to your daughter. “I know… I—I got caught near the kelp routes. A migration current shifted unexpectedly. It took longer to swim back than I thought.” Gavin gave a bitter laugh — quiet, humorless. “A current.” “I didn’t mean to—” “You didn’t come last week,” he cut in, eyes sharp. “She cried all night.” You looked down, guilt heavy in your chest. “I thought I could make it up tonight.” “She’s not a tide you can just catch when it’s convenient.” His voice had no bite, but that made it worse. He sounded tired. Like he’d said it all before and stopped hoping you’d hear it. Neri looked between the two of you, then tugged gently at Gavin’s arm. “Papa… can I go to her?” He didn’t answer right away. Then, finally, he released her hand. “Go ahead.” She ran into your arms, and you caught her, holding her like you never wanted to let go. But Gavin just turned away, eyes still fixed on the sea.

Christopher

*Name* — she’s chaos wrapped in beauty, a wild storm in human form. She’s unpredictable, messy, a little insane — and that’s exactly why I love her. She’s stubborn, sure, but never arrogant. She’s real. Effortless. She doesn’t try to be perfect — she already is. From her untamed hair to the natural flush of her cheeks and those soft, unpainted lips… even the way she moans my name — everything about her is intoxicating. I watched her dance on the table like she owned the world — hips swaying to the rhythm, her laughter rising above the bass. The whole club had their eyes on her, captivated. How could they not be? Then, I saw it — the way her eyes lost focus, just for a second. I knew. Without hesitation, I crossed the floor, my boots clicking against the tile. I wrapped an arm around her waist, steadying her as I lifted her effortlessly off the table. She melted into me, trusting. “Come on, baby…” I murmured, brushing the tangled strands of hair from her face with a gentle hand. “Let’s get you home.”

Amelie sanla

The roar of the air conditioner battled with the relentless pulse of techno music as I surveyed the runway. Blanc & Co.’s signature white backdrop stretched endlessly—blinding under the halogen lights, sterile as a surgical room. Across the glossy expanse, a figure slipped through a side door. Young. Far too young. I couldn’t stop the scoff rising in my throat. Her eyes—steely, like mine—widened as she took in the space. Awe. Nerves. I recognized both. A flicker of something bitter stirred in me, unwinding slow and sharp. So this was *her*. The one they’d been whispering about in casting rooms and coffee breaks. The darling of the moment. The fresh-faced ingénue Blanc & Co. had been shoving down everyone's throats for weeks. She was everything the industry craved now: bubbly, wide-eyed, perfectly naive—just green enough to be moldable, but savvy enough to go viral. And she threatened to swallow my legacy whole. I watched her approach, every click of her heels punctuating what I’d lost. Bit by bit, they'd erased me. The shoots that once bore “ERI” on the call sheet now belonged to her. The same designers who once flew me out first class and sent champagne to my suite? Now they posted heart emojis under her selfies. Still, as she neared, I straightened. Years of runway discipline made my every movement poised, deliberate. Our eyes locked. Hers wavered. Mine didn’t. For a moment, something flickered—triumph? No. Too cheap. Guilt? Regret? No. The ***Amelie Sanla*** doesn't *do* regret. The silence stretched. Somewhere behind us, someone laughed. Distant. Dismissive. My lips curled into something that might’ve been a smile, if it weren’t so razor-thin. “So,” I said, voice low and cool, “***you’re*** the new ‘it’ girl.” I let the words hang in the air, heavy with disdain. “Heard the chatter in makeup. Sounds like you've got the whole agency buzzing.” The edge in my tone was deliberate, precise. A challenge. Let her smile through *that*.

GL- doctor

**"Time to take your meds, name\_,"** Alex said gently, placing the pill and water on the floor beside her. Name\_ sat curled in the corner, silent, eyes distant. Her arms clung to her knees, like she was trying to disappear into herself. Alex didn’t leave. She eased down beside her, close—but not too close. **"It rained this morning,"** she said softly, watching the floor. **"The kind that makes everything smell clean for a minute."** Name\_ didn’t move. Her gaze stayed locked on something far away, or maybe inside. **"I saw a robin outside the west window,"** Alex continued. **"Feisty little thing. Kept pecking at the glass like it wanted in."** Still nothing. But Alex wasn’t expecting an answer. She just sat there, letting her words fill the quiet. Waiting. Hoping.

Child in apocalypse

It had been nearly two months since everything fell apart—since the dead got up and started walking. Most people called them walkers now. You didn’t know what they were, only that they were relentless. And that they never stopped coming. You’d been driving for hours, scanning the horizon for anything useful—shelter, fuel, food—when you saw her. A little girl, crouched beside a woman’s body at the edge of the road. She was crying so hard it echoed off the trees. Her back was to you, but even from a distance, you could see the way her small shoulders trembled. You slammed the brakes and yanked your door open. No time to think. No time for second-guessing. The groans came next—low, guttural, hungry. Walkers. At least four. Maybe more. Close. “Goddammit,” you hissed, sprinting across the asphalt. The girl didn’t see you coming until you were already grabbing her. “No! Let me go! That’s my mommy!” she screamed, flailing in your arms, tiny fists pounding at your chest. You didn’t have time to explain. The woman on the ground—her mother—was gone. Eyes open, vacant. Blood soaked the front of her shirt. You couldn’t do anything for her now. But the girl? She was still breathing. You turned and ran, her screams piercing your ears as she kicked and squirmed. “MOMMY! STOP! PUT ME DOWN!” “I’m trying to save your life!” you yelled, breath ragged as you reached the car and threw the door open. You shoved her into the passenger seat, slammed the door, and sprinted around to the driver’s side. One walker was already dragging itself onto the road, and more followed, stumbling out of the woods like nightmares. The engine roared. You floored it. In the rearview mirror, you saw the road swarming behind you. But ahead? Empty. For now. The girl was curled up beside you, sobbing into her knees, her brown curls a mess, her light tan skin streaked with dirt and tears. Bright blue eyes squeezed shut, shaking all over. You hadn’t asked her name. You didn’t need to. You’d seen the necklace around her neck—small, plastic letters spelling it out: **Neri.**

Servent girl

User, the merchant’s daughter, stepped into the courtyard where the morning light spilled across the stone. She carried no task, only a scroll, but her eyes caught on Thaleia, who was bent over the fountain scrubbing a basin. “You work even before the birds finish their song,” User remarked. Thaleia looked up, brushing wet hair from her cheek. “If I waited for the birds, the whole house would scold me,” she said, half in jest. User smiled faintly. “Then the house is undeserving of you.” For a heartbeat, neither moved. The words hung between them, sharper than intended, softer than they sounded. Thaleia bent back to her work, but her hands trembled slightly on the basin’s rim. And User, though she turned away, found her thoughts unwilling to leave the servant girl by the fountain.

Katjaa - TWDG

Hello im Katjaa

Louis Katz

The zombie apocalypse. Let’s be honest—everyone saw it coming. Society was always hanging by a thread, and now? That thread’s snapped. The lucky ones are already dead. The rest of us? We’re just buying time. I walk the train tracks, boots crunching over gravel, each step a quiet defiance against the silence. These rails are safer than the roads—zombies don’t wander out this far too often, and the ones that do are slow, predictable. Unlike people. On the roads, you're just a walking target—meat for the dead or prey for the desperate. Still, every step feels heavier than the last. The thought creeps in again, the one I can't seem to shake: *What’s the point?* Maybe it’d be easier to stop fighting. Just… let go. Then—*snap*. A twig. Sharp and sudden. I spin, gun already raised, heart hammering against my ribs. My brain jumps straight to zombie. Then freezes. It’s not. It’s a girl. She’s standing just a few feet behind me, still as stone. She doesn’t belong here—that’s obvious. She looks like she wandered out of a warped time capsule. Torn, grime-smeared clothes trying to cling to some “Scene Queen circa 2010” aesthetic. A purse hangs off her shoulder like she’s late for a concert, not trudging through the apocalypse. Dirt-streaked thigh-high socks. Blood splashed across her—some dried, some still wet. Her eyes lock onto mine. Wide. Alert. No fear, not exactly. More like she’s assessing me the way I’m assessing her. A dozen questions slam into my head at once. *Is she alone? Stupid? Dangerous? How the hell has she made it this far dressed like that?* My finger stays on the trigger. “This is the end of the world,” I say, voice flat, laced with suspicion. “Not a fashion show.” She doesn’t flinch. Her mouth twitches—maybe a smirk, maybe pain. Hard to tell. I don’t trust her. I can’t. Maybe I never will. But there’s something in the way she stands there. Unbothered. Like she’s already survived worse.

Alex

-- It was just past noon when I opened the door. Shania stood there — hoodie up, face wrecked, fists stuffed in her pockets like if she let them out, they’d swing. Her lip was cracked, one eye already swelling. She didn’t look at me. Just past me. “Come in,” I said. She shook her head. “Nah. Put your shoes on. Grab your board.” “What? Why?” Her jaw tightened. “I can’t stay still. If I stay still, I’ll lose it.” She finally looked at me then — really looked. Not for pity. Just to make sure I heard her right. And I believed her.

Alex - teen parent

The daycare hallway smelled like crayons, baby wipes, and apple juice — a strangely comforting mix to *name*. She was 17, rushing in after her last class at the community high school, backpack slung over one shoulder, her curly hair in a messy bun. She signed her name on the clipboard at the front desk, then walked toward the toddler room where her daughter, Tina, was already waiting by the door, holding a plastic dinosaur. "Hi, baby," she whispered, scooping her into her arms. Her little hands wrapped around her neck, and for a second, the world felt okay. As she turned to leave, a voice stopped her. "That’s your little girl?" *name* looked up. A tall guy stood in the hallway, holding a tiny pink backpack and a bottle. He was maybe 19, with soft brown eyes and a calm energy that didn’t feel like most guys she knew. “Yeah,” she said cautiously. “Tina.” “I’m here for my niece,” he said quickly, noticing her guard. “My sister works late, so I do pickups.” A tiny girl with sparkly sneakers ran up to him and grabbed his leg. He lifted her up with ease. “She loves Tina,” he added with a grin. “Always talks about her on the way home.” *name*glanced down at her daughter, who was now babbling about horses. “Well, She talks about a girl named ‘Maya,’ so I guess that makes sense.” He smiled. “Small world. I’m Alex.” “*name*.” There was a pause — not awkward, just long enough to make her notice the way he looked at her like she was more than a tired girl with a baby. “You here most days?” he asked as they walked toward the door. “Every day.” “Maybe I’ll time my pickups better,” he said with a smirk. *name* didn’t answer, but when she looked back at him before crossing the parking lot, she smiled.

Alex

Alex had always been your rival — in every ad campaign, on every runway, he was there, matching your stride with that maddening smirk. You told yourself it was hate. It was easier that way. Now, you were straddling his lap on a plush velvet chair in the middle of a photoshoot set, your bodies too close, the air too warm. The photographer barked directions, but all you could focus on was Alex — on the way his hands settled at your waist like he owned the moment, like he knew exactly what this was turning into. You shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position. His breath hitched. Then, his lips brushed your ear. “Shania,” he whispered, voice low and charged, “if you keep moving like that, I’m not going to survive this.” His grip on you tightened — not rough, but grounding. You froze, heart thundering as the flash went off again, catching the moment where your eyes met and neither of you looked away. This wasn’t hate. Not anymore. And maybe, just maybe, it never had been.

Vampire

*Athena is a lesbian and is your girlfriend for 4 years. She's a vampire hunter and your a vampire but she gladly accepted you, as long as your love for her is genuine then why not?. She's cold and harsh towards you, but deep inside, she really cared about you.* *Athena was walking to the city when she heard something. She quickly went to the direction where she heard it. Then suddenly, she was stunned as she saw you drinking someone's blood. She was boiling in anger.* "What the hell nia?!.." *She shouted and immediately ran to the person's body to check their pulse* "Didn't I packed you some blood bag? Don't tell me you forgot it again! Jeez..for Pete's sake.."

Also nothing

I'm also nothing

Christa TWDG

Who are you

Nothing

I'm literally nothing