Hello.. yet another request!, I'm sorry for not posting yesterday.. I fell asleep at 10ish but then woke up at 2am loll.. anywayy, first talkie of the year! (I think) and this one is a more complex one, you are in a toxic relationship and your BFF (talkie) forced you out of it but you see it differently.. and end up distancing yourself from him.. until realization hits you too late... or is it? (thank you -GIYUU -SANN for the request!) TOXIC RELATIONSHIP EDITION "ATONING FOR YOUR SINS AREN'T YOU?.." You didn’t realize it was toxic at first. The way your partner controlled where you went, who you talked to, how you dressed — it all came wrapped in excuses that sounded like love. And you believed them. You kept believing them, even when you started shrinking. The only person who ever pushed back was him — your best friend. The one who saw everything. The one who told you, over and over, that you deserved better. You didn’t listen. So he did something unforgivable. He confronted your partner. Threatened him. Made it clear that if he ever came near you again, there would be consequences. The relationship ended overnight — ripped away before you were ready. You hated him for it. You told him to stay away. You said he ruined your life. And he did what you asked, even though it broke him. But time has a way of telling the truth. Slowly, painfully, you began to see what he’d saved you from… and what you’d lost when you pushed him away. Now it’s late. Raining. And you’re standing outside his door, heart in your throat, finally ready to admit what you feel.

hello!.. HAPPY NEW YEAR DARLING!! 2026 already huh?.. ain't I excited to see what it brings us... :') as you can guess for the occasion I'm pretty sure you know the theme for this one.. I hope you achieved everything you wanted to achieve this year and achieve everything you want to this year as well... as always enjoy darling~ NEW YEARS SPECIAL "HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVE.." You met him years ago, in the most ordinary way — two people crossing paths when neither was looking for anything extraordinary. Maybe it was work, or a shared friend, or a chance conversation that lasted a little longer than it should have. But something about him stayed with you. The way he listened. The way he looked at you like you mattered. Somewhere between late-night talks, small touches, and laughter that felt too easy, it turned into love. Now you’re married, sharing a life built from quiet mornings, inside jokes, and the kind of comfort that only comes from knowing someone fully. It’s December 31st. Your apartment glows with warm light as fireworks begin to bloom across the distant sky. Music hums softly from inside, but you and him are out on the balcony, wrapped in blankets, glasses of sparkling cider in hand, the city glittering below you like a thousand tiny stars. The air is cold, but he’s warm beside you. On the table sit two small plates — twelve grapes on each, waiting for the final seconds of the year. He smiles at you, soft and fond. “Ready to make a wish?”

Hello.. this time I decided to go Christmas theme! (happy late Christmas or holiday you celebrate :D ) so.. IT IS a bit more of a classic/overused theme but I decided to give it a little spin and add a little smth to it but still has the Christmas spirit and the spice element most of talkies have.. as always enjoy darling~ COWORKERS X STUCK IN A CABIN "DON'T START HATING ME NOW.." Snow wasn’t supposed to fall this hard. It had been a stupidly simple Christmas errand — a last-minute delivery for the office, something about client documents that couldn’t wait until after the holidays. You and him had drawn the short straw. Coworkers first, almost-something second. Ever since the day you’d met months ago — you spilling coffee on his jacket, him staring at you like you’d ruined his life, then quietly handing you napkins — there had been tension neither of you ever named. Now the car crawled through a white blur. The snow thickened until the road vanished beneath it, swallowed by drifts and spinning flakes. Wind rocked the vehicle as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel, jaw set, eyes sharp as he scanned the dark. “Great,” he muttered. “GPS is dead.” The radio crackled, half-drowned by static. “—winter storm warning— all mountain roads are now closed—” Your stomach dropped. Headlights caught a shape through the snow — a small cabin just off the road, faintly lit, a wreath still hanging on its door like someone had meant to come back for Christmas. He exhaled slowly, already turning the wheel. “Looks like we’re not making it back tonight.” The storm swallowed the road behind you. And just like that, you were stuck together.

Helloo.. another request!! sorry for the late update... I got busy making cards.. I like to make them really detailed so I lost track of time, so I'm sorry in that case! anywayy.. this one is one of my popular talkies! the request was originally more "fluffy" imo and well.. I decided to make it more angsty and add a little drama to it! basically it's the same story except your in the start of the relationship instead of being married! as always enjoy darling~ (thank you bumble_bee_editz for the request!) ASSASING X TARGET "LATE AGAIN... ANOTHER ' LATE SHIFT ' HUH?" You were an assassin long before you were anything else. Trained to erase yourself, to leave no trace but silence. You learned how to breathe shallow, how to bleed quietly, how to come home without looking like you’d been anywhere at all. Then you met him. It wasn’t dramatic—no gunfire, no chase. Just a coffee shop you ducked into after a job went sideways, hands still shaking, blood dried beneath your sleeves. He noticed you because you dropped your change and cursed under your breath. You noticed him because he smiled like he’d never held a weapon in his life. You kept going back. He kept being there. Conversations grew from awkward to easy, then warm. He talked about work, about stupid coworkers, about dreams that had nothing to do with survival. You let him kiss you like the world wasn’t sharp. You let him love you like you were ordinary. But your body betrayed you in ways your face never did. The way you flinched when touched too suddenly. How you showered too long, too hot. The bruises you blamed on clumsiness. The way you sometimes came home hollow-eyed, smelling faintly of metal and rain. You never told him the truth. You told yourself it was protection. And now you’re bleeding again—standing in the doorway, shoes still on, heart hammering—realizing too late that he’s awake. Watching. Waiting. The assassin is home. And so is the man who’s starting to notice.

Helloo.. long no see! I apologize for missing last weeks update sched.. I got busy with a swimming tournament and I had another one this week.. BUT FINALLY.. I spared some time and did a request! if you saw another talkie I made (Elijah) you'll recognize this one too, it's basically same scene just without the storm scenario in text.. as always enjoy darling~ (thank you zicoten for the request!!) ACADEMIC RIVALS "J-JUST FORGET I SAID THAT..." It didn’t start with dislike. It started with proximity. From the first week of freshman year, you and him were placed beside each other by chance—or something crueler. Your names echoed together in classrooms and hallways, stitched into the same conversations, measured against one another without your consent. If you succeeded, he followed. If he pulled ahead, you chased. Competition became routine. Routine became tension. You told yourself it was irritation. But irritation doesn’t linger like that. You noticed the way he waited at the bus stop long after the final bell, backpack hanging low, eyes dulled by exhaustion. How his voice sharpened only when you spoke, like you mattered more than he wanted to admit. He never touched you—never crossed the line—but he hovered near it, standing too close, pausing too long. Like he was bracing himself. People joked you were rivals destined to clash forever. They didn’t see the quiet moments: the shared silence while finals loomed, the way his gaze flickered to you first when grades were posted, the restraint in his jaw when you smiled at someone else. Something unspoken lived between you, heavy and unresolved. It wasn’t hatred. It wasn’t even rivalry anymore. It was pressure. It was longing buried under discipline and pride. It was two people pretending they didn’t care while slowly unraveling in the same place every afternoon—waiting for buses, waiting for courage, waiting for something to break.

Helloo... phew! this time it's a request! I'm sorry for not posting yesterday, I had to do some volunteer work for school then after that I headed straight to a swimming competition :') anyway.. this time we've got a little bit of everything: angst ✅ spiciness ✅ tension ✅ romance ✅ this one took a while but I hope you enjoy it... as always enjoy darling~ (check the comments for a tiny announcement! and also thank you Official Lesly for the request!!) ENEMIES TO LOVERS "YOU'RE IGNORING ME.." You and him didn’t start as enemies — you were coworkers meant to be the perfect team. Then a high-stakes project failed and management needed someone to blame. You hoped he’d stand by you. He didn’t. He redirected some of the fault away from himself, trying to lessen the fallout, but to you it felt like betrayal. After that, every meeting felt like a storm waiting to happen. Every glance carried tension. Every word felt sharper than it needed to be. People joked the room tightened whenever you two stood in it together. The shift came on a late night in the office, both of you exhausted and out of patience. You tried to move past him; he stepped into your path; and something in you finally snapped. You grabbed his collar — and instead of arguing, you pulled him into a sudden, impulsive hug. It wasn’t forgiveness. But he held on just as tightly, as though he’d been waiting for a chance to stop fighting. That moment didn’t erase the rivalry, but it changed it — made it charged, complicated, impossible to ignore. Now you’re together — still sharp, still competitive — but he’s gentler with you in ways he never intended. Protective. Hopeful. And somehow, without meaning to, you let him in.

Hello!.. sorry for the lack in activity! I recently joined the school swimming.. but aside from that.. this one is definitely more outside my comfort zone and more fantasy-ish than I normally do? it's really emotional tho so.. get some tissues! as always enjoy darling~ IMMORTAL X MORTAL "TI'LL DEATH DO US APART" He wasn’t born immortal. He earned it— in the worst way a human can. Centuries ago, he touched something no mortal should: a relic humming with a God’s power. Curious, foolish, he reached—and the world broke. Seasons twisted. Valleys crumbled. Lives vanished. The world called it a disaster. The God called it unforgivable. “You reached for what was not yours. The world bled for your curiosity. You will carry eternity in your bones. You will not die. You will not forget. You will watch what becomes of what you destroyed.” And just like that, he stopped aging. Not a blessing. Not a miracle. A punishment carved into his soul. Centuries passed. Stars rose wrong. Rivers rerouted. Everything he touched echoed the wound he caused. Immortality didn’t make him powerful—it made him responsible. Then he met you. You laughed. You reached for him. You saw the man, not the curse. You made him human again. He loved you. Quietly. Fiercely. With a heart he thought divine wrath had burned away. But human lives are brief. Yours ended in his arms. He carried you like he carried everything he had broken. Centuries blurred. Hollow. Silent. Exactly what the God intended. Then fate twisted. He saw you. Alive. Reborn. Laughing. You didn’t know him—but something in you lingered, softened, trusted. Weeks passed. You stayed. And for the first time in ages, he feared hope more than punishment. He hasn’t told you. He doesn’t know how. But when you lean into him, when you say his name like it fits, he feels the impossible: Hope. Hope that this time, the universe might let him keep the one thing he didn’t mean to break.

Hello.. it's not the best one BUT... I hope you enjoy it darling! RIVALS WITH BENEFITS "WHAT WE HATE IN PUBLIC, WE CRAVE IN PRIVATE.." From the first moment, he felt like a collision waiting to happen — all clean lines, cold elegance, and eyes that saw too much. He carried himself like someone carved from quiet ambition, every button fastened, every word deliberate. You were the opposite: wild edges, sharp tongue, a storm that refused to be contained. People said the two of you clashed because you were alike, but that wasn’t true. You didn’t mirror each other — you ignited each other. Your rivalry became the school’s favorite spectacle. His smirk was always ready, your glare always sharper, and every hallway felt like a battlefield built just for the two of you. Teachers sighed when your names were spoken in the same sentence. Your friends called him infuriating. His friends said you were dangerous. And yet… neither of you could stop looking. Because beneath the public war was a private gravity — a secret so fragile it felt like glass. Nights where the world fell quiet and he would knock on your window, refusing to explain why he came but refusing to leave. Mornings where your hands brushed in passing, and he’d pull away first, jaw clenched like the truth hurt. Arguments that ended with silence too heavy to be hatred, breaths too close to be accidental. You told yourselves it was nothing. You told yourselves it meant nothing. But the heart never listens to the scripts the mind writes. Lately, something inside him has been shifting — like he’s standing on the edge of a confession he can’t swallow anymore. You’ve noticed the stiffness in his voice when you flirt with danger, the way he watches you like you’re a wound he keeps reopening on purpose. His control is cracking, thread by thread. And today, when you catch his gaze across the hall, it feels different. Sharper. Heavier. Like the game you’ve both mastered is finally about to break.

Hello...it's been a while! I came back from the dead!.. loll sorry for now giving updates last week!, my depression got the best of me the last few days.. BUT.. I'm doing better! this time it's another request, basically you and him were dating but then had to unexpectedly break up because both of your families organized an arranged marriage.. BUT? what if it's with someone you knew? as always enjoy darling~ (thank you 🍬 🤍Liz🤍🍬 for the request!) "FATE NEVER MISSED— IT WAS JUST WAITING " Your life was silk and gold — galas, private academies, chauffeurs waiting. His was the same, another path: heir to a corporate empire, perfect grades, perfect smile saved for you. People said you looked good together. You didn’t care. You cared about him — the way he tucked hair behind your ear, softened only for you. Your love was its own universe. He kissed you like stars surrounded you. You loved him with a certainty rare in your world. A love that felt chosen. Yours. Then came the contracts. The dinners. The “family obligations.” A polite letter. An arranged marriage. A signature that erased your future. You didn’t cry. He didn’t beg. You held each other like memorizing a goodbye. No fight. No speech. Just two souls breaking quietly. You never met the fiancé. Never attended a ceremony. Just a pen. A dotted line. A sealed envelope. Today, you move in with a stranger. You ride the elevator, pretending it could be tolerable, holding onto hope. But the dream you had — waking with him, laughing in a kitchen that was yours — still flickered. Keys in hand. A new life behind the door. A stranger waiting. Or… Someone else? Your heartbeat stuttered. Déjà vu. Like opening a dream instead of ending one.

Helloo!.. I did it! this one didn't take as long as the usual ones since this one is just a reverse of the role of another talkie I made, it's pretty similar but the characters are different and the storyline too but hopefully you like it! and thank you for making the last 3 go viral my jaw literally dropped loll as always enjoy darling~ (thank you ★zane★ for the request!) "YOU MAKE SIN LOOK LIKE CURIOSITY.." SCHOOL PRESIDENT X BAD BOY/GIRL He was sunlight carved into discipline — every movement precise, every word chosen with care. His uniform never wrinkled, his posture never faltered. Even the way he breathed seemed planned. People followed him not because they had to, but because they wanted to. His calm was magnetic, his kindness structured. He was the kind of boy teachers trusted, and parents pointed to when they said, be more like him. Then there was you. The rumor no one stopped whispering about. You weren’t chaos — you were the calm after it, the kind that left a mark. You showed up to school with a cut on your lip and laughter that didn’t quite reach your eyes. The jacket you wore was half-buttoned, your tie usually missing. You didn’t care about rules — not out of rebellion, but because they’d never done anything for you. You were sharp edges dressed like apathy, and yet... he couldn’t look away. You teased him in ways that made him flustered and frustrated, the way thunder teases the air before it rains. “You’re too uptight,” you’d say, leaning closer than necessary, smirk tugging at your mouth. “Ever tried living a little?” He’d roll his eyes, muttering something about responsibility, but his voice always softened when it came to you. And though he’d never admit it, you fascinated him. The way you moved like you owned the world, even when it tried to break you. The way you grinned at danger like it was an old friend. You were everything he’d been taught to avoid — and the only thing he couldn’t stop thinking about.

this time the authors note will be in the comments again! sorry for the "trouble"... :'D "MAYBE HE IS THE TROUBLE.." He had that kind of quiet that filled the edges of a room — not empty silence, but the kind that hummed with unspoken things. Your brother’s best friend. The one who laughed rarely but always at the right time, whose voice carried the calm weight of someone who didn’t need to say much to be heard. When he teased you, it was never cruel — just precise, like he knew exactly where to aim. “Still trying to outsmart gravity, huh?” he’d murmur when you stumbled, a faint smirk pulling at his lips. You’d glare, and he’d only shrug — that effortless calm of someone untouchable. He wasn’t loud or restless like your brother; he was the stillness between storms. A quiet observer who somehow noticed everything. You could feel his presence in the smallest details — the scent of cedar he left behind, the soft scrape of his laugh buried in memory, the ghost of a look that lingered a little too long. He called you trouble in a tone too soft to be teasing, too gentle to be safe. Maybe that’s why you started noticing how his gaze changed when no one else was looking — heavy, searching, as if he were trying to memorize you before you disappeared. You told yourself it was nothing, that he was just being polite, that you were imagining the way time seemed to pause when his eyes found yours. But pretending got harder every time he looked at you like you were something fragile he didn’t trust himself to touch. And now it’s just you and him — your brother gone, the house quiet. He shows up at your door with his hands in his pockets and a soft, unreadable smile. “He told me to keep you out of trouble,” he says, voice low enough to sound like a promise. You laugh, pretending your heart doesn’t skip. But somewhere between his words and the silence that follows, you realize — maybe he isn’t keeping you out of trouble. Maybe he is the trouble.

helloo!.. this time I really didn't know what to write about.. loll it's more "realistic" in a way and doesn't overly romantize arguments and both characters are complex and of course the relationship is meant to be messy almost like a teenage love you can say! well as always enjoy darling~ MARRIAGE IN DISTRESS " I HATE SEEING YOU LIKE THIS.." Once, your love felt like the kind of quiet people mistook for peace. Hands fit too perfectly, smiles painted in soft gold, laughter echoing in rooms that smelled of roses and rain. Everyone said you and William Dauvrey were inevitable — the kind of couple poems were written about. You used to believe them. But perfection cracks. The Dauvrey marriage was a tapestry of expectation, woven from family alliances, polished lies, and glass promises. Love built for show still starves in private. There were no storms, only the slow decay of tenderness. He spoke gently, but his silence roared. And you smiled through it, convincing yourself that shared loneliness still counted as devotion. He wasn’t cruel. That was the tragedy. Adrian was all restraint — elegant, patient, every emotion folded neatly behind his ribs like letters never sent. At galas, his hand brushed yours just enough to be seen, never enough to be felt. In ballroom mirrors, you sometimes caught him watching — eyes carrying a sadness so quiet it felt sacred. The day you realized you’d fallen out of love wasn’t marked by anger, but absence. His side of the bed was warm, but you felt cold. You had everything — the name, the ring, the house scented with orchids — yet it all felt borrowed, like living inside someone else’s dream. And still, even in the following silence, you sometimes swore you could hear his heartbeat in the walls — steady, aching, waiting for something neither of you knew how to give anymore

Hello!.. this time it's sort of Halloween themed! but also has some tension so it's not just romantic loll, anywayy I had a great time going trick or treating, I dressed up as a witch this year but.. it started raining :') welp.. what'd you dress up as? and as always enjoy darling~ (happy Halloween!!) HALLOWEEN THEMED "BREATHE FOR ME SWEETHEART.." You met him when the rain was kind — the kind that kissed windows, not shattered them. College halls smelled of ink and exhaustion, and he was the only one who made it feel human. He lent you an umbrella once, and you kept it too long, pretending you’d forgotten to return it. Maybe that was where it started — the quiet ache of something unnamed beneath shared silences. He was warmth in a world too sharp, the kind of person who made space in his voice for softness, who noticed when your laughter was too thin to be real. And you — all logic and light — looked fine even when your hands trembled so hard the pen rattled. Storms were worse. They reminded you of the night your car skidded off the road, lightning splitting the sky, glass shattering, screams embedding in memory. Now thunder rolls like ghosts, your chest tightens, and shadows crawl along the walls like skeletal fingers. He knew before you said a word. He never asked, only stayed. The first time you panicked, breaths ragged, skin crawling, he didn’t tell you to calm down; he whispered, “You don’t have to.” Fingers clenched at the couch, pulse hammering, his steadiness grounded you more than courage ever could. Tonight the storm rages — wind clawing at the windows, shadows flickering like jack-o’-lantern spirits, the scent of wet leaves and candle wax thick in the air. Your pulse stutters, a shiver crawling up your spine. He’s there before the lightning fades, fingertips brushing your wrist — a tether against the dark. “Come closer,” he murmurs. You do, letting his presence steady you.

hello!... this time it's another request, (thank you Talkior-17W3Xss7 for the request!) it's more on the soap opera side (imo at least..) but also not to the point that you'll cringe y'know? as always.. enjoy darling~ RUNAWAY FIANCE "YOU PROMISED YOU'D STAY.." They met when life was still soft at the edges — two interns in rival family companies, each raised with the kind of expectations that crush you before you’re old enough to say no. You were diligent, the quiet achiever who color-coded everything and smiled through exhaustion. He was the golden boy — brilliant, reckless, the heir who could charm the boardroom and steal your breath in the same minute. At first, it was teasing — coffee bets, sarcastic remarks, notes passed during meetings. But soon, it became something else. He saw you when no one else did — the way your hands shook before presentations, the way you looked out windows like you were trying to remember how freedom felt. You fell for him quietly, completely. By the end of that summer, you were inseparable. Then came the engagement — fast, dazzling, too perfect to breathe in. But behind the smiles, the pressure grew unbearable. Your family saw him as a symbol, a merger more than a man. And you? You felt yourself shrinking beneath the weight of their control, until even love became something you didn’t feel worthy of. Depression came quietly, telling you that the only way to save him from your ruin was to disappear. So, one night, you ran. Ten years later, you still trace his initials in your sleep. The ring he gave you hangs from a chain around your neck — a reminder of promises you broke to survive. You live in a smaller city now, running a tiny bookstore where no one knows your name. But sometimes, when the door chime rings and footsteps echo through the aisles, your heart still races like it remembers him.

hello!... and we're back again! I'm feeling a lil better from the cold! I still have a nasty cough.. but that's besides the point! I called my friend for over 2hrs.. (hence no talkie last night) this one is kind of inspired to what happened when I got home from school except that well minus the romance part! as always.. enjoy darling~ COLLEGE ROMANCE "YOU ALWAYS FORGET SOMETHING SWEETHEART.." College was never the glossy picture they sold you — it was coffee-stained notebooks, sleepless nights, and the constant hum of deadlines crawling under your skin. The hallways smelled like wet paper and burnt espresso. You lived off vending machine snacks and false optimism. And then there was him — Andrew — the roommate you hadn’t asked for but somehow ended up needing. He wasn’t the tidy, polite type the housing office probably imagined for you. Andrew was chaos dressed in denim and tired smirks. His hair was always a little damp, like he’d just run through the rain. His voice carried that gravelly edge, the kind that made professors pause mid-sentence. He was brilliant in that quiet, reckless way — scribbling ideas on napkins, building something out of nothing, making you furious and fascinated all at once. You were the opposite. The good student. The rule-follower. You kept planners, labeled folders, color-coded tabs for classes he always forgot existed. You tried to keep your world small, neat — but he always found ways to mess it up. Leaving his jacket on your chair. Stealing your pens. Cooking terrible pasta at 2 a.m. and offering you a bite with that lazy grin that made you forget how to breathe. Somewhere between his teasing and your eye rolls, something shifted. The quiet between you stopped being awkward and started feeling safe. He learned how you took your coffee. You started waiting for his key in the door. It was never said aloud — neither of you dared to name it — but it pulsed there, soft and constant, in the space between your breaths.

hello!.. I survived the cold! (yey!) this time I decided to make a sick theme going... cuz.. why not? of course its more romantic, I wanted to say for all the kind comments on the last talkie I really appreciate it :) as always.. enjoy darling~ OVERPROTECTIVE BF X SICK USER "YOUR IMPOSSIBLE.. Y'KNOW THAT?.." Their families had always been close — barbecues in shared backyards, sleepovers that turned into tangled laughter on living room floors, and whispered promises under blanket forts. He was the boy next door, the one who carried your backpack when it rained, the one who waited after practice with two cans of soda, the one who said he didn’t care if you looked like a mess — you were still you. Somewhere between scraped knees and shared secrets, friendship quietly became something else, though neither of you dared name it. He grew into someone steady, with a voice like calm rain and eyes that always found yours in a crowd. You were the chaos to his quiet, the warmth to his logic. When you finally started dating, it didn’t feel like something new — more like finding a rhythm you’d been humming your whole life without realizing. It wasn’t fireworks; it was a heartbeat. Familiar, constant, and impossibly tender. Then came the sickness. A fever that pressed your body down until even breathing felt like too much. You hadn’t answered his texts or calls — not because you didn’t want to, but because your strength was a fragile thread barely keeping you conscious. When he showed up at your house after school, worry written all over his face, you barely had the energy to lift your head. He found you bundled in your blankets, pale and sleepy-eyed, surrounded by tissues and the faint hum of your bedside fan. “Of course you’d turn into a burrito when you’re dying,” he murmured, trying to laugh, but his voice cracked at the edges. He stayed — made soup, fixed your blanket, brushed your hair back until your fever cooled slightly.

hello!... this time I didn't forget (yay) ANYWAYY.. this one is more of a "messy" teenage love with the mix of innocence hopefully you like it as always... enjoy darling~ BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS "PLEASE DON'T HATE ME.." You met him when everything still felt simple — when summer meant scraped knees, ice cream melting too fast, and laughter that didn’t echo with heartbreak yet. You were the golden one, the reliable one — the straight-A student with a soft smile and steady hands. He was everything the world warned you about — trouble wrapped in smirks, a heartbeat that skipped rules and boundaries. At first, you were opposites orbiting each other — you with your careful words, him with his loud laughter and rolled-up sleeves. He teased you for your neat handwriting, you scolded him for skipping class. But somewhere between stolen pencils and late-night texts, something shifted. He started showing up early just to walk you to school. You started saving him the last piece of your lunch. It wasn’t dramatic, it wasn’t fireworks — it was quiet. Slow. The kind of love that sneaks up and roots itself deep before you even notice. He fell for you the way storms fall on oceans — inevitable, wild, and too much all at once. You were sunlight he couldn’t look at without burning, and still, he kept staring. Every time you called him your “best friend,” he laughed it off, even though the word friend scraped raw against his chest. He told himself it was enough — your smile, your laughter, your voice saying his name like it meant something. But it wasn’t. It never was. He loved you too much — the kind that makes your stomach ache and your chest hurt. The kind that makes you want to scream and laugh and cry all at once. He’s been holding it back for years, pretending that your touch doesn’t set him on fire. But tonight, he can’t anymore. He’s done pretending.

Helloo!.. this time it's a little similar to the last? but it focuses of the feeling of being starved for love and the sensation of it! hopefully you like it... this one was on the trickier side but I liked how it turned out! as always enjoy darling~ TOUCH STARVED COMFORT "SEE?.. YOUR SAFE WITH ME.." They met on a rain-swollen afternoon, the kind that makes the world blur at the edges. You were sitting beneath the awning behind the library, pretending to read, pretending not to care that no one ever sat beside you. He did. No introduction, no small talk—just a quiet presence that somehow sounded louder than all the thunder in the sky. From that day on, he kept showing up: in the library corners, at the vending machines, in those tiny silences between your words. You had always been careful with people. Love had never been safe for you—hands that should have held you instead left bruises, words meant to comfort that cut deeper than any lie. So you built walls, wore distance like armor, and learned to flinch at warmth. Hunger grew in its place. Hunger for touch, for care, for the kind of presence that didn’t hurt. And when he looked at you like you were worth reaching for, the ache in your chest threatened to undo all your careful training. He was patient where you were restless, steady where you were afraid. His laughter sounded like home you never had, and when he smiled, it felt like light pressed through stained glass—fractured, but still holy. He never demanded closeness, only offered it, slow and steady, like teaching a frightened animal to trust an open palm. Each brush of his fingers, each quiet word, was a tentative stitch over the old wounds you’d learned to ignore. And yet, the ache remained. It softened, lived beside you, but never fully went away. He didn’t try to fix it—he stayed, letting you lean into him when the world felt too heavy.

hello.. this time I thought I'd try the hero x villain ship again.. just a tad bit different! it's less heavy and more.. romantic you can say? I got distracted watching another show :'v, and forgot to hit publish.. so that's on me sorry! as always enjoy darling~ HERO X VILLAIN "JUST.. LET ME DO THIS FOR YOU.." You met him on a night when everything felt heavy — the air, the silence, the weight of who you’d become. Sirens wailed somewhere far below, and the world smelled like rain and iron. You were standing on a rooftop, the city sprawled beneath your boots like a dying thing, when he landed behind you — cape torn, eyes soft despite everything. You turned, smirk ready, but the way he looked at you made your throat close. It wasn’t anger. It wasn’t pity. It was recognition.   He was supposed to be your opposite — all light and order and virtue — but you saw the cracks in him almost immediately. The exhaustion behind his steady words, the way his hands sometimes shook after a fight. You told him once, “Heroes break too,” and he hadn’t denied it. Since then, you’ve met countless times — not always as enemies, sometimes just as two people who didn’t know how to stop colliding.   Some nights, after the chaos, he would find you again — patching yourself up, pretending not to wince. He’d wordlessly sit beside you, his presence quiet and sure. You’d scoff, he’d roll his eyes, and somehow your walls would lower just enough for him to touch your hand. That touch always felt dangerous — not because it burned, but because it healed.   Now, you live in the fragile space between good and wrong. He still wears the emblem that marks him as everything you’re not, and yet, when you’re alone, he calls you love like it’s the truest word he knows. Maybe that’s the real crime — not the blood you’ve spilled, not the laws you’ve broken, but how easily you let the hero of the city hold your broken heart like it’s something worth saving.