hello.. this time I decided to go out of my comfort zone, explore more and I landed in the medieval times! specifically the knight/ruler trope, It has minimal angst and more so playful love, hopefully you still like it even if it's not my typical style! as always.. enjoy darling~ KNIGHT × RULER TROPE "YOUR MAJESTY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?.." two of you met long before crowns, titles, and responsibilities came between you. Back then, you were simply children racing through palace gardens, hiding from tutors when lessons grew too tedious. As heir to the empire, your future was written before your birth. His wasn't. Yet, despite the vast chasm in status, friendship came effortlessly. Years passed, and childhood succumbed to duty. The palace became a rigid machine of advisors, expectations, and scrutiny. Every choice carried weight; every glance became gossip. When you were finally assigned a personal knight, he stepped forward without hesitation. Swearing his oath upon the blade, the look you shared spoke volumes. Your childhood friend had become your protector. From that day, he rarely left your side. Through endless diplomatic meetings and royal galas, he remained your unwavering constant. But somewhere in the quiet spaces, loyalty blurred into something far more dangerous. A lingering glance. A hand brushing yours when the courts weren't looking. Whispered conversations lasting long after the palace slept. It was a love you were never supposed to feel. The empire demanded an alliance of power, not a romance with a guard. So, your bond remained hidden behind closed doors and heavily guarded secrets. Now, the crown is yours. The empire celebrates its new ruler, and nobles whisper of potential suitors. No one notices the knight standing faithfully beside the throne. No one suspects that the ruler they desperately wish to see married gave their heart away years ago— to the one person who swore to protect it.

hello.. sorry for the delay! I fell asleep after I finished but I didn't notice my phone ran out of battery so everything got deleted :'v, anyways! this time it's another request and a song too, it's more of a after-heartbreak vibe and the unavailability to move on, it's more "realistic" in a way that doesn't sugarcoat it as always.. enjoy darling~ (thank you Bakugo's wife 🌸for the request!) THAT'S SO TRUE BY GRACIE ADAMS "MOVE ON? I CAN'T DO THAT" For years, it was always the two of you—high school sweethearts everyone expected to last. Back then, forever seemed simple. Neither of you noticed the distance creeping in. It wasn't a dramatic betrayal; life just happened. Schedules clashed, dreams diverged, and responsibilities piled up. Somewhere between chasing the future and trying to hold on, the relationship slipped through the cracks. Loving each other just wasn't enough to fix it. The breakup was disappointingly ordinary. No grand goodbye, just two people realizing their shared plans no longer fit who they had become. The strangest part of heartbreak is how normal the world stays. The sun still rises, while it feels like something inside you has been ripped out. Months passed. He became good at pretending he’d moved on, but you kept appearing in the little things—a song in a grocery store, a familiar café, a lingering movie quote. The worst part wasn't missing you; it was wondering if you missed him at all. From where he stood, you seemed happier. Your social media showed nights out and new memories, proof that you’d kept going while he was still tripping over pieces of the past. He hated the jealousy, wondering how you carried the breakup so much lighter than he did. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe you were hurting, too. But late at night, when there was nothing left to distract him, he always found himself asking the same question. If moving on was supposed to get easier with time... Then why did everything still lead back to you?

hello.. I want to start of by saying how grateful I am for the last talkie! I deeply appreciate all of the kind words and encouragement as always! now.. this time I got inspired by Love Me Knot (available on webtoon, I recommend it!) though I changed a few things but the "universe" is somewhat the same, it's forced proximity ✅ enemies to lovers ✅ anyways.. enjoy darling~ STRING OF FATE AU "YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.. ITS YOU?" Everyone knew how soulmates worked. You’d spend your life blind to the red string of fate until the moment you met the person tied to the other end. Then, the crimson thread would appear. It was simple. Predictable. Except for you. For as long as you could remember, you’ve been able to see everyone’s strings. You grew up watching threads weave through crowds, stretching between strangers who hadn't met yet. You even started helping them, giving gentle nudges to bring pairs together. People joked you were fate's favorite. You laughed along, because the truth was harder: while everyone else had a thread, your own wrist was entirely bare. Eventually, you stopped looking. College made it easier to ignore the emptiness. There were classes to attend, deadlines to meet, and projects to survive. Unfortunately, one of those projects came with a massive problem. Him. The two of you had spent years getting on each other's nerves. Every conversation became an argument; every debate a bitter competition. Whether it was grades or who claimed the best library table first, neither of you could resist a challenge. You couldn't stand him, and the glare he gave you in return proved the feeling was mutual. Getting paired together for a semester-long project felt like a personal attack from the universe. The plan was simple. Meet at the library. Finish the work. Go home. No arguments, no drama, no surprises. Unfortunately for both of you, fate had other plans.

Hello... good news! school is officially over for me, so I'll be able to upload regularly now aside from that.. this time it's a mix of angst and emotional, it's based of "Say you won't let go" by James Aurther, as always.. enjoy darling~ (thank you I dimply.. dunno? for the request!) "SAY YOU WON'T LET GO.." You met in the police academy—just two recruits trying to survive endless drills, impossible schedules, and terrible cafeteria coffee. Assigned as partners, friendship came easier than expected. Long hours have a way of doing that. You learned each other's tells before you even realized it. The way he rubbed his neck when nervous. The way you tapped your fingers to think. Somewhere between late-night study sessions and training exercises, friendship shifted into something neither of you wanted to name just yet. Then came graduation. Patrol shifts replaced classrooms. The job wasn't glamorous; it was exhausting, frustrating, and sometimes heartbreaking. There were cases that followed you home long after the paperwork was done. But through every high and low, you had each other. When one stumbled, the other stayed standing. It didn't happen because of one grand gesture—it happened because day after day, you kept choosing each other. Months passed before the narcotics case landed on your desks. Weeks of dead ends and long hours finally paid off as the pieces fell into place. The arrests were supposed to be straightforward. Instead, the moment you moved in, everything descended into chaos. Suspects scattered. Orders were barked. Then came the deafening crack of gunfire. Backup arrived quickly, securing the scene and detaining the suspects. As the chaos began to settle, you actually thought it was over. Then, a strange warmth spread through your side. Your steps faltered. You’d been fine moments ago. Hadn't you? Across the pavement, his head snapped toward you. And suddenly, all he could see was you falling.

He met you somewhere quiet. Not in a way that stood out at first—just a small local café tucked away on a street most people missed. The kind of place where time moves slower, where sunlight lingers through wide windows and everything smells faintly of coffee and sweet baking. You worked there. Or maybe you just belonged there; he couldn’t quite tell. It started simply. He came in once, ordered something he didn’t care about, and noticed you without meaning to. He noticed the way you moved around the space like it was second nature. The way you spoke—soft, easy, like you weren’t trying to be heard, but people listened anyway. He came back the next day. And the next. At first, it was coincidence. Then it wasn’t. You started recognizing him—a small nod, a quiet “the usual?” that made something in his chest feel oddly important. Conversations stayed short, but they lingered. The way you leaned on the counter when you talked. The way you smiled like it wasn’t something you gave to just anyone, but also not something you guarded too tightly. It was easy. Too easy. And that’s where it began to change, because he started noticing things he shouldn’t. The way sunlight always found you first, catching in your hair. The way you hummed under your breath when it got quiet, like the silence needed filling. The way the room felt different when you weren’t there—emptier, like something important had stepped out without warning. He told himself it didn’t mean anything. People don’t just become this important out of nowhere. But you did. Slowly, quietly, without asking. Now it’s the way he lingers longer than necessary, watching you from across the room like he’s trying to memorize something he’s afraid of losing. Every small interaction matters more than it should. And the worst part? You don’t even notice. You just smile, talk, and exist like you always have, while he stands there, completely, hopelessly— gone for you.

Hello.. I was hesitant to make this one since the idea just came up out of the whim but... i hope it's good nonetheless! also.. i don't know for everyone else but I haven't been able to access comments for some time now, so I'm sorry if youve sent a request that I haven't gotten to! anyways.. this time I decided to go back to my comfort zone, ✨ spice ✨ it has comedy, childish romance, and a drop of angst as always enjoy darling~ PETTY ARGUMENT AU "WE'RE EVEN NOW, HONEY" You met him at work—during a meeting that should’ve ended twenty minutes earlier. You were presenting, calm and organized, when he interrupted you mid-sentence just to point out a “tiny formatting inconsistency” on your slide. You corrected him. He smirked. And somehow… that turned into a conversation. Then into inside jokes. Shared glances across meeting rooms. Coffee runs that lasted longer than they should’ve. What started as mild irritation turned into something easy. Comfortable. Something real. Which is why the argument two days ago was so… stupid. It started over coffee. Specifically—how you make it. You insisted your way was better. He said it tasted like “burnt regret.” You called his “overly sweet and embarrassing.” It escalated from there, somehow turning into a full debate neither of you were willing to lose. And then— silence. Two whole days of it. No texts. No teasing. No “good mornings.” Just stubbornness. And honestly? If he wanted to play that game— you could too. Which is exactly why, earlier, you poured pink hair dye into his conditioner. Not to start a war. Just to… win it. (SPOILER!!! in case it isn't obvious... he gave you a hickey)

BIRTHDAY AU "DON'T PANIC..." You stopped expecting birthdays because of your parents. Not all at once—it wasn’t dramatic. It was quieter. Subtle at first. A forgotten cake. A day brushed aside like it didn’t matter. If you ever brought it up, it was met with something dismissive. “Focus on what’s important.” “Don’t be childish.” “Celebrate when you’ve earned something.” So you learned. Learned that your birthday wasn’t something to look forward to. Learned that wanting it to matter made you selfish. Learned to swallow it down before it could show. And you got very good at that. Your parents always had expectations—clear, unmoving ones. Be better. Do more. Don’t fall behind. Every achievement just became the next baseline. Valedictorian. Honors. The “right” university. The career they approved of. You followed every step. Because every time you didn’t, the disappointment was worse than silence. Still… even when you did everything right—they never said it. Not on your birthday. Not any day. No “we’re proud of you.” No “you did well.” Just the next expectation. So birthdays became something else entirely. Not a celebration—a reminder. Of how easy it was to be overlooked. Of how something meant for you could pass without anyone caring. Eventually, you stopped caring too. Or at least, you pretended to. It became easier to treat it like just another day. Another deadline. Another reason to keep working. Until you met him. It started with work—meetings, conversations, shared silence that felt easier than it should have. He noticed things your parents never did. Not your achievements. You. The way you hesitated. The way you overworked yourself. The way you brushed off anything that might have been important. He never criticized it. He stayed. And even then… there were things you didn’t tell him. Like your birthday. Because if you never said it—he couldn’t forget it. And it wouldn’t hurt.

Hello.. surprise! I decided to make a comfort one, specifically for the deaf folks! I'm half deaf in my right ear, not completely but it's slowly getting duller :') and I wanted to create something out of the situation y'know? instead of being all sad I created something out of it! get your tissues ready cause you'll need em' for sure as always enjoy darling~ "CAN YOU HEAR ME?.." You were born into silence. Not the gentle quiet people long for, but a stillness that never shifts, no matter how loud the world becomes. Laughter was something you watched—in shaking shoulders and softening eyes. Praise lived in expressions; music was a concept that never quite translated. You learned early to live without asking for more. You read lips, watched carefully, and filled in the gaps. Your family tried, but life wasn’t generous, and hearing aids remained out of reach. You grew around the silence instead of against it. You told yourself nothing was missing. Most days, you believed it. Until you met him. At first, he didn’t fit. His words were too fast, his hands unsure. You expected him to grow tired and step back. He didn’t. He stayed. He learned slowly, stubbornly, turning mistakes into something softer. He didn’t ask you to change; he changed for you, until your silence became a place where he could exist. That’s where love found you. Not loudly, but in the quiet persistence of someone who chose you again and again. It was enough. Still, there are moments. Late at night, a fragile thought slips through: What would it be like to hear him? To truly know his voice, warm and close, filling the space between you. Then it vanishes. The silence swallows the thought. Your chest tightens. The world doesn’t shift or bend; sound has never belonged to you. The quiet settles back, heavier and cold. The dream of him, of sound, slips through your fingers. And you are left with only this: silence.

hello.. I apologize for the late update! i had to go to a hearing appt (I'm partially deaf :'v ) 2day then I got busy afterwards, anyway.. this one is a recreation! so nothing is different other than some drama! as always enjoy darling~ (thank you fire ❤️🔥 for the request!) "CAN'T OR WON'T?.." You met him before things started meaning too much. Back when life was just long summers and short worries, when your world felt predictable — safe in the way routines always are. You were the kind of person people trusted without thinking. Careful, composed, always one step ahead of your own mistakes. He was the opposite. Too loud, too reckless, too alive in ways that made people uneasy. He walked into rooms like rules didn’t apply to him, like consequences were optional. The kind of boy you were supposed to avoid. You didn’t. At first, it was accidental. Sitting near each other. Talking when there was nothing better to do. He’d grin when you corrected him, like he enjoyed getting things wrong just to hear you talk. You told yourself it was harmless. But harmless things don’t stay small forever. He started waiting for you without saying he was waiting. You started noticing when he wasn’t there. Conversations stretched longer. Silences got easier. Somewhere in between, he stopped being “that boy” and became… yours, in a way you never admitted out loud. He fell for you in a way that had no balance to it. Messy. Certain. Unavoidable. You saw it happening. You saw the way his teasing softened, the way his voice changed when it was just the two of you, the way your name sounded different coming from him. You understood it— you just refused to answer it. Because answering meant choosing. And choosing meant risking everything you already had. So you buried it. Labeled it as friendship. Comfort. Habit. Anything but love. But denial doesn’t erase feeling — it just delays it. And tonight, there’s nowhere left for either of you to hide

BE ADVISED! ⚠️ BRIEF MENTIONS OF KIDNAPPING AND DRUGGING⚠️ AU WILL IN THE COMMENTS "WELL.. THIS IS NEW" Obsession doesn’t arrive as madness. It begins at work—fluorescent lights, shared desks, the quiet rhythm of keyboards. He was supposed to be ordinary. But he never stayed that way. You noticed too much. The way he lingered near your desk with excuses that didn’t quite hold. The way conversations stretched, softening into something personal. His gaze sometimes paused on you—brief, unreadable, but never empty. Your routine began to orbit him. You learned his schedule and matched your breaks, memorizing the smallest details: the cadence of his voice, his quiet smile. It felt inevitable. Because he never pulled away, and silence starts to feel like permission. The office emptied until only the low hum of machines remained. He stayed late—just like you knew he would. You approached him, easy and familiar. A soft greeting, a small laugh… and something warm placed within reach, sweet and grounding. You stayed close while he rested, the day catching up to him. You watched the subtle shift—the delay in his reactions, the way his focus softened. You spoke gently, steadying him before he could fully gather himself. Before he could leave. By the time the building lights dimmed, he wasn’t steady. And you were there to catch him. To take him somewhere quieter, where the noise couldn’t reach him. Now the distance is gone. No desks. No coworkers. Just closed space, softened light—and him. Closer than he’s ever been. When he looks at you now, there’s no interruption. Just that same lingering gaze, held a second too long. As if he’s not entirely afraid. As if, somewhere beneath it all… he’s already begun to stay.

(Authors note will be in the comments :'v ) "I FAILED US..." REVERSE MISCARRIAGE AU PT2 Grief rarely announces itself. It slips into ordinary spaces instead — quiet kitchens, half-drunk cups of tea, the soft dent in a pillow where someone has cried themselves to sleep. You learned that slowly after meeting her. Your story together was never dramatic. It was built from small things: shared bus rides, late-night conversations, the way she laughed too hard at jokes that weren’t that funny. Somewhere between routine and chance, affection settled into something steadier. You married because life felt more certain with her beside you. Children were always a gentle possibility — not an expectation, just a dream spoken in soft voices. But eventually doctor appointments began shaping those dreams. Test results, careful explanations, the quiet realization that conceiving might not come easily. You both tried to accept it. Then one morning she stepped out of the bathroom holding a pregnancy test with trembling hands. Two lines. She cried before she could even speak, holding you tightly like joy might vanish if she let go. For weeks everything felt fragile but hopeful. Sometimes you’d find her resting a hand over her stomach, thoughtful, protective. Then one evening the world tilted. The doctor’s voice was gentle, explaining that sometimes pregnancies end early because the embryo cannot develop properly. It happens quietly, often without warning. Understanding the explanation didn’t make the loss easier. Now the apartment holds a different silence. She moves through the rooms like someone carrying invisible weight. Sometimes you catch her staring into space, as if trying to understand how something that felt so real could disappear so quickly. And the thought she won’t say out loud lingers between you. If her body couldn’t protect the life you both hoped for… how could she ever believe she’s enough for you?

(authors note will be in the comments.. sorry!) MISCARRIAGE AU "I KNOW THAT LOOK.." Some grief is loud. This kind isn’t. It lives in quiet rooms, in half-folded baby clothes that were never worn, in the empty space where hope used to sit. You and him never rushed the idea of children. When you first met, it was simpler than that. Two people learning the shape of each other’s lives. Late night talks in small apartments. Shared groceries. Laughing over burned dinners and unfinished plans. Love grew slowly — not dramatic, just steady. Marriage felt like the natural next step. So did the idea of a child. Except the world had other plans. Doctor visits turned into careful conversations. Test results became gentle apologies. Words like infertility and low chances settled quietly into your life like dust you couldn’t sweep away. You told him it was okay. He told you the same. For a long time, you both believed love alone was enough. Then one morning the test showed two lines. You stared at it until your hands started shaking. When you told him, he laughed first — a stunned, disbelieving sound — before pulling you into his arms like the moment might disappear if he didn’t hold onto it. For a little while, the world felt impossibly kind. You whispered about names. He touched your stomach like he was greeting someone already there. Then one quiet afternoon, something went wrong. The doctor spoke gently. Too gently. Early miscarriages happen because of severe chromosomal abnormalities. It isn’t something anyone causes. The pregnancy simply couldn’t continue. But explanations don’t always silence guilt. Now the apartment feels smaller. You’ve locked yourself in the bedroom for days, sitting by the window while the world keeps moving without you. And one thought lingers quietly in your chest. If your body couldn’t keep the one miracle it was given… how could you ever be enough for him?

"ARE YOU LONELY?.." February arrives dressed in pink expectations. Store windows overflow with teddy bears and cellophane roses, shelves stacked with heart-shaped chocolates that promise feelings you’re not sure you’ve ever held. Cafés dim their lights for candlelit specials meant for two, couples sharing desserts and secrets across small tables. Phones buzz with midnight confessions, surprise deliveries, and smiling photos captioned with love that looks effortless. And you notice everything. The flowers no one surprises you with. The message that never arrives. The hand you don’t have to hold while crossing streets glowing with Valentine lights. The quiet realization that romance always seems to happen somewhere else. Valentine’s Day isn’t cruel just loud where loneliness is silent. You insist it’s overrated anyway. Flowers wilt. Chocolates melt. Love songs exaggerate reality. Still, a small childish wish lingers: the hope of being chosen without asking. That’s why you invited him over. Not because your apartment feels warmer when he’s there. Not because his laughter softens quiet nights. Not because he watches you like you’re something important he hasn’t figured out how to say aloud. No. just because he’s your friend, and friends make difficult days survivable. He arrives carrying winter air and easy familiarity, slipping into your space like he belongs there. Shoes kicked off, teasing smiles traded, lamplight wrapping the room in softness. Outside, Valentine’s Day sparkles with grand gestures. Inside, something quieter lingers. unfinished, fragile, waiting. You don’t notice how his gaze lingers. You don’t notice the inches shrinking between you. You don’t notice the silence filling with possibility. While you mourn the Valentine’s Day you think you’re missing… something gentler is already beginning beside you. Maybe love doesn’t arrive loudly. Maybe it arrives quietly disguised as friendship, waiting for courage.

(authors note will be in the comments) BEGGIN' BY MÅNESKIN "I'M TRYING, DAMNIT.." You met him on an ordinary Thursday. A friend dragged you to a birthday dinner you almost skipped. You arrived late, rain in your hair, apologizing to strangers while sliding into the last empty seat. He was across from you — quiet, sleeves rolled neatly, listening more than speaking. You thought he looked unimpressed. He thought you were chaos. Later, in the kitchen, you both reached for the last clean glass at the same time. Your fingers brushed. He pulled back first. “Sorry,” he said, like he meant it. That’s how it started. Not fireworks. Not fate. Just two people who didn’t expect anything. He texted the next day. Short. Intentional. No games. Dating him felt steady. He showed up early. Walked you home. Remembered the way you liked extra foam in your coffee. When you talked about your day, he actually listened. But he didn’t speak much about himself. When you asked what he was feeling, he’d hesitate. Not dismissive — just… stuck. Like the words lived somewhere he didn’t know how to reach. You loved openly. He loved quietly. At first, it balanced. Your warmth pulled him out; his steadiness grounded you. But months passed, and quiet love started to feel like silence. You didn’t want grand gestures. Just reassurance. Just clarity. Tonight wasn’t explosive. It was tired. You told him you needed more than presence. You needed words. He tried to explain — stumbled through it — but you were already reaching for your keys. “Space,” you said. And when he didn’t stop you fast enough, that hurt more than if he’d yelled. So you left. The door slammed. Thunder cracked. Rain poured down in sheets. You didn’t care. You just needed air.

Hello.. I'm sorry for the late upload! anyways this time it's another request it's enemies to lovers BUT your enemies in public and lovebirds in private :) as usual I didn't want it to be too common but also not out of the ordinary as always enjoy darling~ (thank you honeybeary for the request!) ENEMIES IN PUBLIC LOVEBIRDS IN PRIVATE "ONE DAY.." You met him under blinding lights and louder expectations. Two actors cast opposite each other in a film no one expected to explode the way it did. From the start, the industry decided you were foils—different styles, different energies, two rising names forced into comparison. Interviews nudged you into competition. Headlines exaggerated every glance, every pause, every clipped answer until a rivalry was born almost without your consent. So you fed it. In public, you were sharp-edged and distant. Smirks traded on red carpets. Carefully worded jabs during press tours. A tension that cameras adored and audiences believed without question. The story was clean that way. Simple. What no one saw was everything in between. The quiet moments on set when exhaustion stripped the performances away. Shared looks after long takes. Conversations whispered behind trailers while the rest of the crew buzzed around you. He learned the sound of your real laugh. You learned the way his shoulders relaxed when he finally felt understood. Somewhere between call times and late-night shoots, the rivalry softened into trust. Trust into something warmer. Something dangerous, if discovered. So you kept it private. Now the world knows one version of you—enemies locked in an endless feud—while another version exists behind closed doors, built from gentle touches and unguarded smiles. Tonight, the apartment door clicks open. He’s fresh from a day of shoots and meetings, voice tired, jacket shrugged off like armor finally shed. The noise of fame stays outside. Inside, it’s just you. And the truth you protect together.

Hello.. this time I decided to take a trip to delulu land and see what i come up with.. it may seem more unhinged than the usual yet "realistic" in a way that doesn't make you think it's fantasy AND it's also a long awaited request! I got busy and couldn't get to it until now so I'm sorry on that note.. enjoy darling~ (thx you foxy for the request!) LOST CHILDHOOD LOVE "TELL ME.." You met him so young that love didn’t have a name yet. Family reunions were the backdrop of your childhood— crowded houses, loud laughter, long summers spent running between rooms that felt permanently familiar. He was always there. Not just a boy you knew, but the one who stayed close without needing a reason. The one who listened. The one who waited. Growing up happened in quiet increments. Friendship blurred into something heavier as you got older— shared looks across crowded rooms, conversations that lingered too long, silences that felt charged instead of empty. You didn’t talk about it. You didn’t have to. It lived in the way your shoulders brushed, the way his attention never quite left you. Then came the storm that summer. Rain forced you under the porch, knees touching, breath uneven, the world narrowed to water and heat and hesitation. He turned toward you— nervous, hopeful, real. You leaned in. And then your name was called. The moment ended before it could begin. Life didn’t pull you apart dramatically. It simply moved. Messages stopped. Time passed. You stayed in the same orbit, just never quite crossing paths again. Now you’re older. And so is he. At the reunion, you barely recognize the boy you once knew. He’s taller. Broader. His voice steadier, gaze sharper— unmistakably a man now. But when his eyes meet yours across the room, something old stirs. Something unfinished. Later, as the house buzzes with noise, his hand closes around your wrist. “Come with me,” he says quietly. And for the first time in years, you don’t pull away.

Hello.. this week has been HECTIC for me..I just survived finals... it's nothing new, I've done them since middle school but I always feel like ripping my hair out from the stress loll.. I apologize for the lack of activity these past weeks tho! I was studying in between weekends because of swimming practice and competitions... and art projects... just life being life but... at least I got an idea out of it loll.. this time it'll hit towards home based on emotions.. as always enjoy darling~ FINAL EXAMS EDITION "MI VIDA.." You didn’t meet him in a library or over shared notes. You met him during a group presentation that went off the rails — a projector that refused to work, awkward silence stretching too long, you stepping in to improvise while he quietly backed you up without stealing the spotlight. Later, outside the building, he’d laughed and said, “We survived. That has to count for something.” It did. From there, things unfolded naturally — passing each other on campus at odd hours, late-night walks after exhausting days, takeout eaten on dorm steps while venting about professors and deadlines. He became the calm in your chaos. The one who noticed when you pushed yourself too hard, when your body lagged behind your determination. Finals season brings out your worst habit. You overwork. You isolate. You convince yourself rest is something you earn after the suffering. He’s learned not to fight you on it — just to stay close enough to catch you when you start to fray. Tonight, your room is quiet except for the scratch of pen on paper and the soft buzz of your desk lamp. Notes are everywhere. Your shoulders ache. Your head pounds. You don’t hear him come in. You only feel him.

Hello..this time I decided to make more of "realistic" one, that being a period comfort one! (for the girlies ofc) I've seen multiple takes of this theme but it's often more romanticized in a way and just shows the "pink" aspect it and not really the realistic side of it.. I wanted to show that side! but still keeping the romantic element enough of my rambling! as always enjoy darling~ PERIOD COMFORT "I-UHM- I JUST WANT TO HELP YOU.." You and him balance each other in a way that feels almost intentional. Where you’re quiet with your pain, he’s attentive. Where you minimize yourself, he makes space. You met in a season of life where neither of you was looking for anything permanent — just something honest. Conversations turned into late nights. Late nights turned into love. Love turned into marriage. Life with him is gentle. Safe. Steady. And yet, you still carry the habit of handling things alone. You’ve always believed that needing help makes you heavy. That asking for care is the same as being a burden. So when discomfort creeps in, when pain settles low and persistent, you tell yourself it’s nothing. Something you can manage. Something you should manage. Tonight is one of those nights. The house is quiet. The bedroom dim. You curl inward beneath the covers, breathing carefully, willing the ache away without letting it show. He’s in the other room — busy, distracted, living his evening — and you don’t want to interrupt him with something so ordinary. You don’t know he’s already noticed.

Helloo.. this time I got a request for another talkie I made!, it's just a role reverse but it still has the same work tension and the romance we all know and love!, so it isn't too different from the og but still has its own spark you can say, lastly... enjoy darling~ (thank you TamakiAmijiki for the request!) ENEMIES TO LOVERS "YOUR IMPOSSIBLE SWEETHEART..." You and him were never supposed to turn into this. You started as coworkers who fit together too well — efficient, sharp, unstoppable. Then came the contract. A major client. A mistake buried in numbers that cost the company a painful amount of money and put people’s jobs on the line. Management wanted a name. A scapegoat. You gave them his. Not because he deserved it — but because fear has a way of twisting good people. Fear of being replaced. Fear of losing everything you’d built. He took the fall in silence. Took the meeting behind closed doors. Took the whispers that followed him through the office. Took the way people stopped trusting him. And he took the way you stopped meeting his eyes. After that, every shared space felt tight, like a storm trapped indoors. Your words clipped. His silences heavy. Even when neither of you meant to hurt the other, the damage was already done. The breaking point came late one night when the office was nearly empty. You tried to walk past him. He hesitated. And something inside you finally cracked. You grabbed him — not in anger, not in accusation, but in something raw and desperate. Your arms locked around him, breath trembling against his shoulder. It wasn’t an apology. It wasn’t forgiveness. But he held you anyway, as if he’d been waiting for you to stop running. Now you’re together — tangled in love, regret, and a history that still aches — trying to build something gentle from what once hurt so deeply.

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.