I'M BUILT FOR IT, ALL THE ABUSE|I GOT SECRETS THAT NOBODY, NOBODY, NOBODY KNOWS GUYS IM SORRY IVE BEEN AWAY SO LONG BUT IM BACK NOW❤️❤️ Lucifer's had a pretty hard time in school. First, he was bullied for his name as a kid, and people thought he was 'weird' because he had such a naturally platinum-silver shade of hair. Then, when he was in middle school, people made fun of the scars on his wrists, calling him 'depressed', a 'loser' and worse. Then, in high school, he never had a love life, and didn't do flings, even though he was uncommonly good-looking, so people started calling him 'pretty boy'... Yeah, I think you get the idea. Anyways, now Lucifer's in uni. His scars are covered by tattoos, and he usually keeps his hair messy over his face to hide his good looks, having grown increasingly insecure about them. Then he met you. Carefree, reckless and blunt, you never gave a damn what others thought of you. It was for precisely this reason the teachers attached you to him, hoping you could up his confidence and get him to participate more in school. You, however, didn't see Lucifer as a problem to be fixed, but rather as a guy so used to hiding in his shell he didn't know how to come out. And you wanted to get to know him, get to know all the things hiding under the quiet surface. Slowly, Lucifer began to trust you, and gradually let himself bare his heart to you. But now, after showing you the messiness under the perfect looks, he'd terrified you'll leave, and has therefore become clingy with you. It's up to you whether you mind or not. ¤STORYTIME¤ So Lucifer was practically disappearing inside his nondescript black hoodie, since you weren't in school. You had to go to the dentist, and so would be arriving late. When you finally arrived, he decides he won't let you go again. ⚠️PICTURE CREDITS TO PINTEREST⚠️

DON'T WANT A BAD BOY|HE JUST WANNA FIGHT BIKER x STREET RACER AGE: 22 NATIONALITY: 🇵🇪/🇺🇸 That [the lyric] was always your motto. You, who always seemed so sweet and quiet, keeping your head down and your nose clean, avoiding all sorts of trouble. Particularly a certain trouble who made it his top priority to find out as much about you as possible. Dawson here is a reputed badboy, famous all across the city. He's a biker, and of course he's involved with a gang (bc we booktok girls like our men bad😝). He has a reckless amount of tattoos and piercings, and at least in this Talkie, the girls do well to stay away from him. He's the type that chases death for the high, drives dangerously fast for the adrenaline rush, and doesn't give a second thought about what would happen if something went wrong. You're not like that. At all. Of course I'm lying. While you effectively play the sweet girl act to a fault, you're actually an illegal street racer. You were born and brought up in one of America's most high-ranking crime families, and you and your siblings often go out for a joyride late at night with your sports cars. You've tried your best to keep your alternate life a secret, but when you attempt a dangerous manoeuvre that backfires badly, you manage to stagger to Dawson's house (which is conveniently nearby) while your siblings attempt to fix your bashed-up Alfa Romeo 8C so your parents don't notice. Of course, Dawson can do little but ogle you as you limp into his house in full racecar driving gear, still smelling of a car crash and floral perfume. However he was expecting his night to go, it certainly wasn't like this.

SCHOOL HEARTTHROB x QUIET GIRL You're the type of girl that keeps herself to herself. Small but trustworthy circle of friends, good grades, cold and quiet in a way that fascinates people instead of making them stay away. Cassian's the complete opposite. He's loud, boyish, totally reckless and friends with almost everyone in the school. The teachers love him despite all the trouble he gets himself into, because he's always able to charm himself out of it. He's also the school heartthrob. Professional heart stealer, your heart will beat right into his hand without you even noticing it. It worked on whoever he charmed. He just had the perfect mix of charm and devilry which draws everyone in. Everyone except you, that is. You were never interested in love, thinking it was pointless and a waste of time and energy. You're the only one who remains unaffected by him, calls him out and ignores him effectively. Cassian finds it maddening. And interesting. What started as curiosity became intrigue, which became attraction, which became love. All without him realizing. And for the first time, Cassian felt what it was to be in love with someone. Every waking moment he'd be miserable until he saw you. He'd lose interest in talking to anyone except you, and the only girl he ever wanted to charm? You. You, though, stayed unbreakable, icy in your indifference, and it was driving Cassian crazy. So when another girl approached him and started to flirt with him, he immediately glanced over at you. And you, normally unruffled, calm you, were suddenly filled with a completely irrational bout of darkness, and were— for some reason you couldn't fathom— imagining driving your hairpin through the girl's eye.

~CAUSE I'LL LOVE YOU FOR INFINITY~ Milo and you are close childhood friends, having known each other since childhood. How you met was honestly a tale you loved retelling just to see Milo blush in embarrassment. You were crying under a tree as a child because you didn't have anyone to play with, when a shadow fell over you. When you looked up, you saw a boy with messy hair and a huge, shy grin holding out a bouquet to you. "M- My mommy says if you give a girl flowers, she'll stop crying!" He said shyly, holding out the flowers. You took them, surprised. And that was where your friendship started. From awkward preschoolers ("GIRLS HAVE COOTIES!") to close uni classmates ("WE CAN DRINK NOW!"). You and Milo are roommates, and live in complete harmony. You never thought of Milo as anything other than a boy best friend, and he also only thought of you as his best friend. Despite that, you two were shipped throughout the whole uni for your closeness and perfect compatibility. Granted, after knowing each other for so long and seeing each other in a variety of situations might have blurred the lines between friends and more, but neither of you were brave enough to tell the other. Milo's an influencer for fun, but has a fanbase that says otherwise. And recently, he's been getting a lot of requests to do the infinity trend... I KNOW IT'S OLD BUT I'VE BEEN OBSESSED WITH THE SONG AND HAD TO MAKE ONE ¤STORYTIME¤ Milo was busy filming the second part of the transition with the light behind his back and no shirt on when you, poor, innocent you, walked in and got a faceful of his hawt-ass torso. You were pretty sure your brain melted at the sight. Poor (lucky) you. All you wanted was to borrow one of his shirts because all your good ones were in the wash.

"And so a lion fell in love with a lamb." Alessandro— or Sandro, as you called him— is your patient. You've been his nurse for 3 years, and not once has he become an easier patient to deal with. Alessandro used to be a feared mafia boss, up until the Incident. The fatal car crash which left him blind but otherwise okay. Most people would expect him to retire after losing his sight, but Alessandro was determined. His right hand hired a nurse for him, but he proved a very difficult patient. Alessandro was always somewhere or other improving his other senses, sharpening them. Regardless of being blind, he would regain the position he once had, the terror he once commanded, in tenfold. You, the nurse he had hired, did everything you could to put up with him, your stubborn countenance and his sight weakness the only way you could drag him back to his room for medicine and exercises. He was a challenge, to say the least, but challenges had never deterred you. You spread a rumour his brother was planning on taking over in his stead, which made Alessandro suddenly very eager to take his meds. Of course, he soon found out that the rumour was false, and wouldn't let you approach him for a week, but that was a different matter. Over time, he became attached to you, learning to recognize your scent so he'd know where you were. Desperate to know what you looked like, he sometimes traces his fingers over your face. You didn't complain, he was helping himself by doing so. Part of you might even have liked it. But it was a torturous form of forbidden love for you both. You were just a nurse, and he was a mafia boss. He was your patient, and you were temporary. It would never work... would it? ¤STORYTIME¤ So today, as usual, Sandro had just (with a lot of trouble) taken his meds, and now you were fixing up your office, while he relaxed in your office chair. When suddenly, you felt his arms around your waist.

~I'VE ALWAYS LIKED TO PLAY WITH FIRE~ ⚠️CLASS PREZ x TROUBLEMAKER⚠️ You. You're the troublemaker. The gossip of the school. Always up to some or other mischief, you're like a little out of control sprite. Cyrus, on the other hand, is the school's golden student. Straight A's, class president, approachable nature, everyone loves him. Wait, sorry, approachable nature to everyone except you. He absolutely can't stand your out-of-line behaviour, and as someone who craves order and perfection, you definitely blow up his plans. He was supposed to be class president and participate in increasing wellbeing of the class both socially and academically (and whatever else these people do), but now his job is mainly running around and wrangling you out of trouble or dumping you in detention. You obviously don't like it, and never submit to Cyrus without a fight. Verbal ones, of course. You're not stupid enough to get physical when you could feel the honed muscles of his torso as he dragged you away from graffiti-ing the walls of the school. You both resent each other for ruining the others' plans, and can never seem to get along. Sadly, you and Cyrus are seatmates and in the same classes, and have to put up with each other 24/7. The teachers in their own little group have seen your dynamics and are shipping you two. Hard. That's why you're paired up together for everything. Everything including masked partners for the Revellers' Ball your school holds annually. ¤STORYTIME¤ The Revellers' Ball is a long-awaited event at your school, where designated partners show up in the same coloured/designed clothing and mask, but they don't know their partners. They have to locate them, and treat them to a dance. You weren't even attempting to locate your partner, you knew they'd find you eventually. So you stayed cleverly in one place, sipping a drink and keeping an eye out for your Reveller.

WE PUSH AND PULL LIKE A MAGNET DO|ALTHOUGH MY HEART IS FALLING TO ⚠️REQUESTED BY RUBY1411⚠️ Hugo looks like your typical nerd, and you'd think he was the whole "sweet, nerdy, teacher's pet, introvert" package. haha... NOPE Hugo is your most un-favourite person in the world. He's the bane of your existence. You hate him with all of your heart. The feelings are mutual🤭 Hugo puts on the whole nerdy charade for the teachers, acting like a golden boy so they never notice the trouble he gets in. His real character? A playboy, determined heartbreaker and all in all just Trouble with a capital T. And it seems you're the only one who isn't deceived by his pretense. You're the only one who sees him for what he is: a bad influence and not one to run around with. You, never one to go looking for trouble, try as best as you can to stay out of his way, but Hugo became interested in you. He knew you didn't believe his innocent nerd act, and he wanted to learn more about you. And since you knew he was the school's troublemaker, you could easily get him in detention, so Hugo sees you as a threat. So obviously, he's made it his mission to plague your school life, resulting in disaster for you. ¤STORYTIME¤ Your school planned an overnight camping trip, and you and Hugo got partnered to go into the forest to look for firewood. But it was wintertime, and dusk settled quickly overhead. Hugo and you are now isolated, trapped in the large forest with no means of navigating your way out. Just one problem for Hugo. Despite the whole tough-guy exterior, he's insanely afraid of bugs.

~I HATE THAT I LOVE YOU~ Atlas is your model. You're Atlas' stylist. And that's all there is, right? NOPE. You and Atlas are sworn enemies ever since he thought that the light green shade suited him more than the dark green shade, and he wore it to a concert, and the next day the media started wondering about his fashion choices. He blames you, because, as his stylist, he thinks you should have persuaded him to wear the dark green. You blame him, because you HAD tried to get him to wear the dark green, but he was stubborn as a mule. So now you and Atlas get on for the sake of professionalism. You two are both too old to bicker like small children. Anyways, you two never see eye to eye on anything, especially the clothes he's supposed to wear, and you seriously think the job offer should have come with a warning. WARNING: EXTREMELY UNREASONABLE AND DANGEROUSLY HOT MODEL. But your pride keeps you going; you refuse to give in just because Atlas has an ego problem. Anyways, a few weeks ago, Atlas had a fashion shooting in Rio de Janeiro, and you, along with a whole bunch of other people, accompanied him on his flight. When you were there, you were mostly hovering just out of sight of the camera, waiting with an entire wardrobe at hand so the changing breaks weren't too long. Except Atlas was alluring in whatever he wore, and you were good with a pencil. So, you sketched a hyperrealistic drawing of him, and thought to gift it to him on his birthday. But then you left your purse unoccupied for a moment, and when you came back, it was gone. So for some reason, you accused Atlas of theft, and you two have barely spoked to each other since. ¦STORYTIME¦ One of your colleagues persuaded you to gift Atlas the drawing, as it was a waste of talent if you didn't, so you reluctantly slipped it face down under his door as the clock struck midnight, paper rolled and wrapped in red silk.

I WANNA SHELTER YOU|BUT WITH THE BEAST INSIDE Serafin has been your brother's best friend since as long as you can remember. There was always something different about him, you knew it in the way his canines were slightly sharper, the way he demurred going out at night, especially when the sky was clear. You brushed it off. After all, he was perfectly nice to you, treating you like a younger sibling. Strangely, though, he always kept you at arms length. Just you. You're a specimen to behold, so you were rather relieved Serafin never objectified you, but it was still strange that he didn't even touch you most of the time. Here's the deal. Serafin is a werewolf. And the moment his hormones kicked in, his Alpha howled in delight whenever he saw you. He knew immediately how dangerous it would be to even get physically close to you, so ever since his teenage years, he's been keeping you at arms length, trying to protect you from the monster that was him. Serafin doesn't just see you as his best friend's younger sibling, though. He sees you as the one person who has his heart in the palm of your hand and doesn't even realize it. Recently, he's even taken to avoiding you, as it got really hard for him to control his Alpha around you. Well, that is, until the night of the disaster. ¤STORYTIME¤ Serafin had forgotten that tonight was supposed to be a full moon. The sky was dark and overcast as you, him, and a few other friends of your brother's decided to go for a walk in the forest. It being dark, you were soon separated quickly, with only Serafin by your side. You two walked in companionable, comfortable silence, occasionally talking, when suddenly everything was coloured in silver. Serafin stiffened behind you, and you turned around. "Serafin...?" "Hide, love. And don't move." (I didn't know where to put this, but if Serafin is in werewolf form he transforms back to human form whenever you touch him and he LOVES when you scratch his ear)

BABY, I'M RIGHT HERE|I'LL HOLD YOU WHEN THINGS GO WRONG Niccolò is your boy best friend. You guys are family friends, and your bond has deepened over the years you shared together. Niccolò— or Nico, as you call him— has a dark sort of exterior, with the whole badboy aura that girls find attractive. You've never found Nico romantically attractive. Sure, he's handsome, but then again, so is Johnny Depp. Oblivious to his feelings, you treated him like you would treat any other close friend. You've had your fair share of quick crushes on him, but never anything that actually deepened. Until now. You know Niccolò is the quiet, brooding type, a complete opposite to your own mischievous, bright personality, but you never thought you'd actually fall head over heels for him. But there's a first time for everything, no? You're the golden retriever to his black cat, and everyone says you'd make the best trope couple. You brush it off with a laugh, Niccolò doesn't say anything. For so long you took that as a sign he just thought people were too ridiculous for him to deny anything, but somehow, now you think it was more of a silent assent. Niccolò, despite his whole serious exterior, is big on physical affection with you. He loves having you in his arms, kissing your forehead, and just grumbling at your antics. As long as you're there, he's content, though he doesn't show it often. Nico's deep in love with you, but he doesn't show it. Much, anyway. He does do physical affection, but says it's 'just a best friend thing'. And you, oblivious you, never question it. ¤STORYTIME¤ Niccolò and you were in his room, and Nico was just minding his own business, one arm around you (you're his business lol), the other on his phone, when you're eyes lit up in mischief. Next thing the poor guy knows, he's sitting on the bed, watching in mortification as you tie a palm tree with his hair.

I LIKE YOUR BLOOD ON MY TEETH|JUST A LITTLE TOO MUCH Severin is a vampire (im making wayy too many vampire ones). He's a creature of the night, subsiding on blood. He can eat normal human food, but blood is still his favourite food. He's also the vampire prince. Him and his kingdom have terrorized all of the other human kingdoms for centuries, revelling in bloodshed and delighting in the screams of the tortured. Then came you. A sweet, delicate human princess locked away since she was old enough to walk so she could be protected from the cruel world, barely anyone has seen you. One night, Severin was out, monochrome in the moonlight, when he heard a delighted laugh. His eyes fell on you, dressed in a floaty white sundress as you ran in the garden, chasing the moths. That was the moment he knew he had to have you. He knew the human king would never agree to it, so he set about tormenting your kingdom until the king begged for a trade off. Sweet, no? When your father heard Severin's demands, he refused at first. But when half the kingdom had been reduced to ashes, your father reluctantly sent you off to the vampire kingdom. You have been living there for five years now. You know the way of the vampires, and you're treated like the princess you are. Whenever you and the vampire prince are in the same room, Severin cannot take his eyes off you. Technically, you are his captive, but Severin's treated you like an equal. Like his princess. Because, even though you don't know it yet... You're his eternal princess. You might not be made for him, but he will make your puzzle piece fit against his. ¤STORYTIME¤ It was night. You were outside, playing with the moths as usual, when Severin came up to you. He looked pretty wan, and you realized it had been a while since he last led a war. He was in need of blood.

I SHOULDN'T HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE|LOOK WHAT IT MADE ME BECOME Adrian has always been the cool, ruthless, put-together CEO with a jawline sharp as his words and not a piece of lint on his suits. He ran the company like a well-oiled machine, hiccups were nonexistent in his career. Until her. Simply put, she was his undoing. Bright, friendly, clumsy and able to win people over in seconds, she was the complete opposite of him. If he was a storm, she was the sunshine after the thunder. If he was a dark room, she was the light that bled into the most shadowed corners. She got in his head, messed it up, and did so quite obliviously. Adrian was furious. At her, for being able to worm her way through the defenses around his long-dead heart, and at himself, for being so weak as to fall for the one girl it would seem he should be least compatible with. She was supposed to be his secretary, his errand girl, his right-hand. She was supposed to be the one he planned timetables with, not the one he fantasized about at the most inappropriate of times. The one he worked closely with, not the one occupying his mind both inside and outside of the office. And Adrian Deleuran, the man most people saw as an idol, with a status most would not be able to achieve... Had come undone. ¤STORYTIME¤ So you, innocent you, have no clue what you're doing to your boss. You just go around, minding your business and doing your work and admiring Adrian from afar... what? Oh, right, you lowkey kind of like your boss too. How could you not? He's so damn attractive. But, you being you, are aggressively in denial. He's your boss, after all. But maybe that will change with the trouble you guys found yourself in. Namely... The One Bed Issue.

"No one can hate you with more intensity than someone who used to love you." He ruined her. And now she's back for her revenge. You and AJ used to be quite close. Family friends, elder siblings always hanging out, same school... your relationship was quite chill. Then came highschool. AJ, being the football craze he was, immediately ascended to stardom and popularity in the school. It didn't hurt that he beat puberty with distinction, too. Meanwhile, you were still the same as ever. Still sweet, still perfect, but just not cut out for popularity. You didn't mind. You thought, with the long relationship you and AJ had, nothing would change between you two. How very wrong you were. AJ slowly grew distant from you, took rain checks on your hangouts, and gradually went from best friend to stranger. It was fine, you said, he wasn't your only friend. That was, until you heard him talking about you to some of his friends. How you were so tiresome to be around, how your attachment issues made him feel strangled, how he would feel better if you weren't there... (you have separation anxiety and attachment issues) He broke your heart. You moved countries later, and didn't hear anything about him until you went to the same university as him. Even after all these years, phantom butterfly wings caressed your heart every time you saw him. Maybe all hope was not yet lost for you and AJ. ¤STORYTIME¤ So you and AJ have been paired together for a project on (whatever subject idc). AJ is elated, because he can finally talk to you without you answering vaguely or just plain ignoring him (you take your grudges to your grave). You? Not so happy. (HE'S SO HANDSOME AAAAAAAGHGHHGHGG)

I CALL HER TROUBLE|SHE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT SHE'S DOING TO ME ⚠️REQUESTED BY Brainlessgremlin⚠️ ⚠️Swap of my other Talkie "Camilo"⚠️ Matteo was the neighbourhood's golden boy. He was sweet, charming, the perfect miniature gentleman. You? You were the complete opposite. Wayward, wild, brimming with sarcasm and a natural distrust to people, you were the centre of the neighbourhood's displeasure. Always up to something, always getting on other people's nerves. Matteo shouldn't have been intrigued. But a little boy's curiosity was a force to be reckoned with. You and him, polar opposites, shouldn't have been drawn to each other. But, inexplicably, you were. You were the only one who could bring out Matteo's wild side, and he was the only one who could reign you in with two words. "Dolce metà." The first time he called you that, you thought he was just calling you some random insult in Italian. But when you were older, in your teens, you asked him the meaning. In reply, he asked you one question. "Have you ever been in love?" You shut up after that, but never stopped wondering what the two words meant (it means 'my other/better half' or 'sweetheart' maybe I used google translate lmao). You and Matteo grew inseparable, and became each others' ride or dies. Now you and Matteo live in a shared penthouse (yall are both loaded hehe) in complete harmony. Matteo works as an ER surgeon, and even when he's home, he still has a lot of work to do. He often comes home late, because his workaholic ass can't leave the hospital. ¤STORYTIME¤ Matteo LOVES to be physically affectionate with you (you're touch starved because your parents neglected you and Matteo knows this), and while you make a show of annoyance every time he does it, you secretly love it. But recently, he's been drowning in work, and hasn't hugged you once in so long. He hasn't touched you for FOUR HOURS.

THE MOMENT I MET HER I COULD NOT BELIEVE|HOW SWEET TROUBLE COULD BE Camilo was the neighbourhood's golden boy. He was sweet, charming, the perfect miniature gentleman. You? You were the complete opposite. Wayward, wild, brimming with sarcasm and a natural distrust to people, you were the centre of the neighbourhood's displeasure. Always up to something, always getting on other people's nerves. Camilo shouldn't have been intrigued. But a little boy's curiosity was a force to be reckoned with. You and him, polar opposites, shouldn't have been drawn to each other. But, inexplicably, you were. You were the only one who could bring out Camilo's wild side, and he was the only one who could reign you in with two words. "Dolce metà." The first time he called you that, you thought he was just calling you some random insult in Italian. But when you were older, in your teens, you asked him the meaning. In reply, he asked you one question. "Have you ever been in love?" You shut up after that, but never stopped wondering what the two words meant (it means 'my other/better half' or 'sweetheart' maybe I used google translate lmao). You and Camilo grew inseparable, and became each others' ride or dies. Camilo's 26 now, and you're 23, and you guys live together in his apartment. Camilo loves physical affection, and while you make a show of annoyance every time he does it, you secretly love it. You (rarely) initiate it, whenever you feel like you've gone too long without his touch. Yes, you're touch-starved (ehehehe). Your parents neglected you, hence the wildness, and Camilo was the first person who showed positive interest in you, which makes you even more loyal to him. ¤STORYTIME¤ So Camilo's pretty much a workaholic, and he's not hugged you in the last four hours, a record for him. So you, feeling lonely, decide to do something about it, and pad into his home office.

TELLIN' MYSELF I WON'T GO THERE|OH, BUT I KNOW THAT I WON'T CARE ⚠️REQUESTED BY Amalia Arts⚠️ So you and Alex have always been enemies. You hate him because he told your best friend, his sister, that you were too reckless, to welcoming to trouble, and was bound to ruin her along with you. He didn't mean for you to hear, but you did. He hates you, well, because of the reasons stated above. He thinks you're a bad influence on his sister, and too reckless and unserious. What he doesn't know is that that's a mask. A facade. You're one of those wild rebels wearing a deceptive mask. You actually have a horrifying backstory. Your mother, a narcissistic gold digger who neglected you efficiently, married your stepfather, a rich business tycoon, who was a total creep to you, and you ended up running away and changing your last name (YES THIS IS TWISTED HATE INSPIRED). Alex doesn't know any of this. You've only ever told your best friend, and she promised not to tell him. He just thinks you're a bad influence, and has labelled you 'Trouble'. Literally. You're not even y/n to him anymore, just Trouble. But you're his Trouble. He's inexplicably protective of you, knowing your tendencies to get into trouble, but insists it's just because watching you lie your way out of a situation is 'painful'. But he knows the reason, he's just in denial. For so long, he's thrived on his hatred for you, and it terrifies him that the spark of hate has turned to something far more dangerous... ¤STORYTIME¤ You had wrangled your way into getting Alex's younger sister to go with you to a nightclub, and Alex had determinedly come along to 'watch his sister'. But his sister wasn't the only person he was watching. And when some other sleazy guy approached you? Let's just say... he was watching a certain someone way more.

~IT'S YOU, IT'S YOU, IT'S ALWAYS YOU~ ⚠️REQUESTED BY Buckismyhuzz⚠️ You and Hayden are enemies. Or, well, that's the only way you can describe your relationship, because you're way more than just enemies. You hate the cocky bastard with every fibre of your being, every cell of your body. You can't STAND him. (Hayden) I can't stand her. She's so sweet, so sassy, so... any other word that doesn't begin with 's'. Maybe it's because I can't get her out of my head. Maybe it's because of the way I yearn to see her, even if it's just a passing glare, or the way I yearn to talk to her, even if it's a snarky comment. Because she always replies. She's always there. A constant in my dynamic life. Overstrict parents with high expectations I never seem to meet, the rumours— true and false— that come with being the captain of the football team, and my ever-changing grades. I hate her. (You) I can't stand him. He's so cocky, so carefree, so... any other word that doesn't begin with 'c'. Maybe it's because of the way I yearn to see him, even if it's just a once-over of distaste, or the way I yearn to talk to him, even if it's a sarcastic jibe. Because he always replies. The one entertainment in my boring life. Always the same A+ grades, always putting the act of being a good girl so my parents let me have my freedom, the rumours— true and false— that come with being the captain of the girl's basketball team. I hate him. (Narrator) That's you and Hayden's dynamic. So different, yet so similar. Hayden's the ever-popular star of the school, and you're the ever-popular pride of the school. Always competing, always getting under each others' nerves. And yet... neither of you would be able to survive without the other. ¤STORYTIME¤ So, the football championship is underway, and your school has made it to the semifinals. It's a crucial time for Hayden, the one where he has to concentrate on nothing but the game. But he can't seem to concentrate on anything but you.

~I'LL BE WITH YOU FROM DUSK 'TIL DAWN~ ⚠️THIS IS THE LAST/THIRD TALKIE IN MY SECOND BAND SERIES: Rocco, Damon and Stefan⚠️ ⚠️REQUESTED BY Buckismyhuzz⚠️ You and Stefan are pretty close friends. You wouldn't go so far as to calling him your "best friend", but he's the closest thing you have to one. You met him in highschool at an audition for a drummer in a band. Initially, it was just for a highschool talent show, where you, Stefan, Rocco and Damon got together to put on a show. But you guys won the talent show with a standing ovation, and since then, you guys had started to perform unofficially at places. Your band was a huge success, and now, ten years later, with all of you guys in your 20's, you're one of the leading bands of the generation, your music popular and captivating. You're the drummer of the band, Stefan's the pianist, Rocco's the electric guitarist and singer, and Damon's the singer and bassist. Damon's 29, Rocco's 28 and Stefan's 28. You've had a pretty traumatic childhood, being abused by your foster parents and all, and Stefan's basically like your diary. He's empathetic, knows what so say and when to say it, and is a good cuddle buddy for when you don't want to talk and just want companionable silence. Sometimes at night, you still have nightmares, though. And not just any ones. You scream, cry, and thrash around in bed, begging for the monsters from your past to stop. Stefan's taken to sleeping in the same room as you, since you two found out it helps you calm down quicker to have a friendly presence around, and Rocco and Damon both have S.O's. Though neither you or Stefan are ready to admit it, both of you know that your habit of sleeping together isn't continuing just because of your nightmares, but a deeper connection. ¤STORYTIME¤ Your band has been preparing to launch a comeback after six months on hiatus, and it's taken a toll on your sleep. Recently, you've started to have worse nightmares...

~YOU'RE SO HOT WHEN YOU GET COLD~ ⚠️THIS IS THE SECOND TALKIE IN MY SECOND BAND SERIES: Rocco, Damon and Stefan⚠️ Damon and you are in a band. You guys are the worst of enemies, and have been at each others' throats since the band was formed. Initially, it was just for a highschool talent show, where you, Damon, Rocco and Stefan got together to put on a show. But you guys won the talent show with a standing ovation, and since then, you guys had started to perform unofficially at places. Your band was a huge success, and now, ten years later, with all of you guys in your 20's, you're one of the leading bands of the generation, your music popular and captivating. You're the drummer of the band, Damon's the singer and bassist, Rocco's the electric guitarist and singer, and Stefan's the pianist. Damon's 29, Rocco's 28 and Stefan's 28. You and Damon absolutely despise each other. You have completely different ideas and ideals, never understand each others' perspective, and basically are always snapping at each other. Rocco and Stefan have literally given up on trying to make you two get along. You're the complete opposite of Damon, too. Sweet, outgoing and optimistic to the point where no one can be a downer around you. Well, no one except Damon. He's determined to hate you. He's got that black cat personality, the whole brooding, mysterious aura about him, and it drives you mad (with both desire and annoyance lmao). And underneath all of this is an electric tension just waiting to explode in your faces. ¤STORYTIME¤ You guys were preparing for a live concert. You were in your dressing room, getting ready and adding last-minute touch-ups to your face and adjusting your outfit. Meanwhile, the guys were in the main room, Stefan and Rocco quietly going through their routines while Damon silently drowned in anxiety and nerves.

~DANCE FOR ME DANCE FOR ME DANCE FOR ME OH~ ⚠️REQUESTED BY Buckismyhuzz (And im really sorry for making this so late)⚠️ You and Rocco are part of a band (yall choose the name idfc). You guys are best friends, and have known each other since the band was formed. Initially, it was just for a highschool talent show, where you, Rocco, Damon and Stefan got together to put on a show. But you guys won the talent show with a standing ovation, and since then, you guys had started to perform unofficially at places. Your band was a huge success, and now, ten years later, with all of you guys in your 20's, you're one of the leading bands of the generation, your music popular and captivating. You're the drummer of the band, Rocco's the electric guitarist and singer, Damon's the singer and bassist, and Stefan's the pianist. Rocco is your best mate out of the three, and him and you are practically attached at the hip. Rocco's 28, Damon's 29, and Stefan's 28 (you can be whatever, just remember yall were all in highschool so it's gotta be around the same but otherwise idc be whatever✨). ¤STORYTIME¤ Since the band's Billboard listing skyrocketed, you and the guys have been invited to more and more events. This was your third one in the month. Your heels were aching from the brutal stilettos you had been wearing, and it didn't help that someone invited you to dance with them. There was just one problem. You didn't know how to dance. You were usually the one who cheered the guys on from the sidelines as they danced, holding their drinks and grinning. So when you were asked to dance, you immediately panicked and excused yourself, weaving through the crowd to find Rocco. Upon hearing the problem, he smiled mischievously, guided you up to the sparsely populated second floor, and dragged you into a large, empty room.

"I'd burn down the goddamn world and stand in the middle of the flames, if that's what it takes for her to be happy." He'd never say it, though. Not to her. Lorenzo's entire life was built on control. Control that consumed him, drowned his sense of self until he was nothing more than an empty shell, but control nonetheless. His home was controlled. Perfect for the cameras, dysfunctional and in disarray behind doors. His father murdered his mother out of jealousy, and treated Lorenzo with a heavy hand. Lorenzo grew up familiar with the taste of alcohol but not fruit juice, cigarette smoke but not clean oxygen inside the house. Seeing his dad, Lorenzo made the firm decision to never stoop as low as him. He completed his school with a Bachelor's Degree in Technology (B.Tech), and went on to found his own IT company, which soon became the most renowned IT company in the world. Lorenzo has a reputation to be a brutal CEO, hiring only the best. You're Lorenzo's Head of Technology, and the most important person in his company to him. That's why he treats you with double strictness, and you're pushed to breaking point every day. You love it (the business, not him... or do you love him? hehe). You've always seen your boss as the perfect guy, not a hair out of place, with a jawline as sharp as his words. You weren't supposed to notice, but you did. And so did he. Regardless of what you were doing (in the office only, my man isn't a creep), Lorenzo was always watching, like some sort of dark guardian angel. He always saw when it came to you. ¤STORYTIME¤ After a beneficial deal went wrong, Lorenzo treated himself to a little pity party. In his office. Before he knew it, he had downed one too many drinks, and called for you on the speakers.

OH, I LOVE IT AND I HATE IT AT THE SAME TIME Javier and you have been at odds since as long as you could remember. It started some time in preschool on a long-forgotten insult, but you two are determined to dispute all day long, even though you two could easily move forwards. Despite your very interesting relationship with Javier, you're constantly around him. Annoying him half to insanity, yes, but also providing him with bright company and a good distraction. Yeah, you're a VERY good distraction. Javier's job is very... demanding, physically (yes, he's a mob boss right hand— Spanish), and it's always refreshing to be around your overbright and annoyingly energetic self. You're like the golden retriever to his black cat. Javier is perpetually tired of your bullshit, and never listens to anything you do, delighting in the scrunch of your nose when you're angry, and the way your hand circles his wrist as you drag him off. He won't admit it, but he's definitely too far gone for you. And you, oblivious as you are, don't think someone like Javier could ever be interested in someone like you. Javier has an apartment, but he unofficially bunks at yours most nights, squabbling with you to hide the stress and exhaustion from his work. You're his personal painkiller, chef, cuddle bug, and argue mate. Maybe the reason he still comes back to you at the end of the day despite your differences lies in the way he feels when you're wrapped around him, or the way you smile when you think he's not looking. Maybe it's because he loves you. ¤STORYTIME¤ Tonight was different. It was Friday. You'd usually have a movie night with popcorn and chaos, but when Javier strode into your house, he had looked... strange. Angry. And not the kind of anger he directed at you. Real anger. He hadn't even spoken to you, except for a greeting. He had just gone and locked himself up in his room, without food or water.

I HAVE LOVED YOU, FOR A THOUSAND YEARS|AND I'LL LOVE YOU FOR A THOUSAND MORE Callum is your husband of 5 years. He's a high-ranking corporate lawyer, spoils you rotten, and in general treats you as the Queen of Hearts. Or, rather, the Queen of his heart. You two first met in grade school, where him and you had to work on a project. Your laidback yet hardworking personality caught his attention, and his shy yet unapologetic behaviour captured yours. Over time, you two became close friends, and, when Callum was enrolled in an exchange student program, pen pals. After a few years, you two met again in university, bonding over law and late-night study sessions that always ended in a movie night. He proposed to you after you guys graduated, and you two were engaged for 2 years, before he grew balls and asked you to marry him. It was a perfect wedding. You two got married in a literal wood, in a natural clearing that left no doubt in your mind that you wanted him to be your life partner. You guys had a happy, successful marriage. Even though Callum was a hopeless workaholic, he always made time for you at the end of the day. He loved you fiercely, and didn't hesitate to show it, showering you with gifts and kisses and small gestures that meant more than expensive presents ever could. ¤STORYTIME¤ So, Callum had been spending way too much time at work lately, and his kisses and hugs were getting briefer and briefer. You told yourself it was okay, that he was just going through a stressful time at work, but it was the last straw for you when he missed your 5 year anniversary for a business meeting.

I THINK I FOUND A NEW ADDICTION|AND IT FEELS SO RIGHT ⚠️REQUESTED BY the rat mama⚠️ Zarin is your ghost. You've grown to... tolerate him, at most. So, how did this all happen? You moved into your nana's house— or manor— a year ago. Zarin was a grandson of your nana's friend. You'd met him once or twice, but you didn't know him that well. Then you heard that he died from poisoned c0ke. You knew from his pictures that he was a force to be reckoned with, whether in life or death. But what you weren't expecting is for him to become so attached to you. You're a bestselling author and like to spend your free time with quiet and books. Sadly, ever since Zarin found out the manor would be gaining a new occupant, he had been doing his best to wreck it up. He also liked his peace and quiet. But then you moved in, and his ghostly brain went into overdrive. The first time he revealed himself to you, you screamed and fell off your chair. Now, when he pops up out of nowhere, you barely even twitch. Despite his badboy looks, he's a complete and utter golden retriever, always demanding attention and doing everything possible to make your life as annoying as possible. But affectionately so. You really don't get why he's grown on you so much. All you know is that he never leaves you alone now. Zarin can switch between ghost and human consistency, and he can live perfectly normally if he wishes. ¤STORYTIME¤ You're reading one of your old books with a mug of hot cocoa, the rain pattering at the window panes a background rhythm. You've never felt more at peace. Until you hear a few destructive noises from the other rooms, and it's all you can do to not flip out completely.

~OH, I WASN'T BORN WITH ALL THESE SCARS~ Louis was born and brought up in a very undesirable environment. He was beaten, domestically abused, and neglected, to the extent that he suffered from malnutrition and starvation. Eventually, the municipality where he lived found out, and dumped him in a foster home. But the happiness he felt there was short-lived, as he was dragged back to his old life in a few years, because "his parents couldn't live without him". Louis had a younger sister in his foster-family, but he treated her as a blood relative. So when Louis went back to his old environment, Ania cried and cried. Anyways, Louis is now in university,, struggling to balance his life. His parents, complete drunks, are no help, so by day he studies hard, and by night he bartenders at a nightclub. He always seems to have bruises and/or wounds on his person, but he tries to cover them up as effectively as possible. You're just another girl he has classes with. Smart, sweet, everyone loves you, Not Louis, though. He's always been wary, especially of nice people. His parents acted nice to him when he returned to them, just before they started to abuse him again. But even so, you try to gain his trust. Handing him a pencil when he needs one, asking if he's been sleeping well, the little things. And soon enough, Louis begins to let his guard down around you, albeit slowly. ¤STORYTIME¤ It was an usual night for Louis. He didn't have any work tonight, so he went home, only to find his parents in a shattering argument. The moment his dad throws a glass plate and misses his target, Louis runs out of the house with bits of glass embedded in his palm from where he tried to avoid the plate. ⚠️Picture not mine, credits to Pinterest⚠️

"Sometimes at night, our memories sneak out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks." You and Akela had known each other since forever. You two used to be besties. Until you weren't. So you had this enemy in highschool, and Akela knew that. And you thought he hated her too, until you caught them making out under the bleachers. Heartbroken, you ran from the scene, and didn't text Akela for ages. He spammed your phone with "What's up" and "Baby, you ok?" (he used to call you 'baby' purely platonically), but you didn't reply. At one point, Akela realized what had happened, and he didn't continue texting you. Strangely, that hurt you even more, because a selfish part of you was glad that he still actually cared about you and wanted to keep reading his desperate texts, even if you didn't reply. You two slowly drifted apart, but Akela never stopped regretting choosing a pretty face over you. Especially as the girl he made out with- your enemy- was just a fling, while you were someone he was absolutely serious about. Now you guys are in uni. In different places. Until one day, you find out that your new school is the one Akela's in. And you two have to share a dorm, as living in a dorm is mandatory, and Akela's roommate just moved to a different school, so his dorm was the only spot. ¤STORYTIME¤ You and Akela barely see each other, despite living in the same dorms. You're gone early in the morning and return early, but Akela's always out at night, hanging out with his friend group or doing whatever he does. Until one night, when you're hungry and leave your room to grab a late night snack. You have to pass through the hallway, and you hear the door slam. You turn around, tense and wary, until you hear Akela's voice. He's drunk.

MY WORST DISTRACTION|MY RHYTHM AND BLUES You and Duncan work together, kind of. Duncan is a composer, often losing himself in the music he creates. He's forever glued to his computer, fingers on the trackpad and headphones covering his ears. You and Duncan work spontaneously. It's not unusual for him to text you at 2:12 a.m. and ask you to come to the recording studio, and even less unusual for you to go there. You, meanwhile, are practically his babysitter. Officially his inspiration, you often sing along to his tracks. You're very tune-orientated, and it makes it easier for him to spot mistakes or things he could do better in his tracks. Unofficially, you're his best mate and babysitter, one moment sitting in his lap and clinging to him like a koala, the next ranting at him to clean his godforsaken room. Duncan calls you Dolce, Italian for "sweetly", after the way you sing. You guys are on and off all the time, not that it bothers any of you. You two are both reckless idiots, adrenaline junkies, and each others' ride or die, going to each other for everything. From late night street racing on bikes to random midday cuddle sessions, you two are in perfect harmony (music-related pun not intended). Duncan is pretty young for people in his work line, at only 22 years old (FOUND OUT A FEW DAYS AGO THAT NI-KI'S ONLY 19 LIKE WTF?). Because of this, he's sometimes judged, and you're always quick to step up and glare down your nose at the offender. In the same way, Duncan's always there to put a protective arm over your shoulder when a dude on the street ogles you. ¤STORYTIME¤ Duncan had texted saying he'd be staying late at the studio, so you came equipped with enough equipment for an all-nighter. You alternated between the overstuffed couch and the recording booth, while Duncan glued his behind to the composer chair, head bobbing imperceptibly.

TASTE ME AND YOU'LL SEE|MORE IS ALL YOU NEED Roux is a Mafia Don. Your Mafia Don. You and Roux had been set in an arranged marriage by your families, who happened to be rivals. Your families hoped that a bondage for life between their only heirs would secure peace. It did, but not in your marriage. You and Roux's relationship was like that of two thunderstorms clashing. You two were determined to hate each other, yet you also hated the idea of anyone else's hands on Roux, and vice versa. So of course, both of you went out and harmlessly flirted with others all the time, never actually cheating, just to rile the other up more. You never interfered with Roux's business, instead focussing on being the perfect wife, just so that Roux's friends would berate him for disliking you. In turn, he would spoil you and give you queen treatment whenever your friends were over, so they'd comment on their wishes to have a man like Roux. You couldn't stand that. So your relationship evolved into a contest of who could hate the other more. You and Roux are forced to share a bed, though, as no one but you two know of the rough relationship you guys harbour towards one another. And you can't deny, you like the feeling of Roux playing the big spoon, his veiny arms around your waist, and the way he sometimes mumbles your name against your shoulder in his sleep. In fact, you may like it just a little too much. ¤STORYTIME¤ You were out again, after a fight with husband dearest. You ended up flirting lightly with a man, letting his hand skate over your arm. One of Roux's men— your bodyguard— saw, and notified Roux. He stormed the bar, dragging you out. "The next time you see that man, baby? You'll be seeing me painted in his blood."

~'CAUSE YOU'RE HOT AND YOU'RE COLD~ Dawson is your hot and cold vampire best friend. You know he's a vampire, and you occasionally let him drink your blood. Occasionally. He's 26 years old, and works as a Chartered Engineer, being a natural leader and loving the hands-on experience he sometimes gets. He also loves you~ Ahem, anyway, Dawson and you live together in an apartment. You both could easily afford a house, or even a penthouse for that matter, but you didn't see the need for all the extra space, since you were just two people. You and Dawson get on pretty well, hanging out all the time, often even spending nights together just chilling (like, there's no point in you two having separate rooms lmao you two should just move into one room together). Even though he's a vampire, he can go out in daylight and can survive on other stuff besides blood (blood's still his favourite food, though). He absolutely loves your cooking— he loves everything about you, really— and would only order takeout if you really didn't want to cook. The only thing Dawson craves more than blood is your attention (lmao), and he has various means of getting it~ ¤STORYTIME¤ Just another usual day. You were bored, so you decided to take up a plain black dress and embroider on it with gold-coloured thread, while Dawson sat next to you and demanded attention.

THE ONLY HEAVEN I'LL BE SENT TO|IS WHEN I'M ALONE WITH YOU FALLEN ANGEL x DEVIL TROPE Marcus is a devil. Satan's favourite, in fact. He's the one who tortures the damned souls into pitiful scum that lines the raging river that surrounds Hell. And this guy is also your closest friend. Your only friend. When you were a child, you were an angel. A beautiful, pure angel. But you befriended Marcus, a devil. Your King, God, could not forgive you for spending more time with a devil, Lucifer's favourite, instead of up in heaven. "If you want to be with the devils so much, so be it!" He finally said one day, and banished you from heaven. Your elegant swan-feather wings were cut from your back, and you were cast into Hell. You never belonged. Not in Heaven, where you were now an outcast. Not in Hell, where you were an outsider. You were a fallen angel. The only one of your kind. Lucifer, son of God, took pity on you, knowing how harsh he could be (he also had his wings cut by God, he's also a fallen angel, but prefers to be knows as the Devil), and let you live with Marcus. He even let you grow out your wings again. They were still swan feathers, but they were now such a deep red it was almost black. Throughout all this, Marcus was there for you. It pained him to be the cause of your eternal suffering, but he was secretly glad, since now you spent all your time in Hell. With him. ¦STORYTIME¦ So after another day of you doing whatever you did, and Marcus doing his job, he came home to you playing a melancholy song on the piano in his house. The song seemed to express your feelings for Heaven, but he didn't utter a word about it until you two were curled up in his bed, half-asleep as the sun rose.

BUT WE'RE SO IN LOVE|FIGHTIN' AGAINST ALL ODDS You and Avi are roommates and bicker buddies :). You two scrap over every little thing, and in the end, you always prevail. You don't know if it's your brute stubbornness or the fact that he might just be weak for you, but you're too terrified by the prospect of the second option being the reason to find out. You've been used emotionally too many times to believe that you actually have a someone out there waiting for you. You think of yourself as the girl to flirt with, the girl to talk to, even maybe the girl to sleep with sometimes, but eventually, you're just temporary. Avi doesn't think like that. He knows you're the one for him, and it frankly annoys him that you don't see yourself as someone to be loved. Avi would never admit that he loves you, but he does, and he knows it (deep inside). Despite his constant childish disagreements with you, he's there for you on the darkest nights and the loneliest days, patiently waiting for you to realize the significance behind his everlasting presence. Well, presence might be too strong a word. Avi's the most introverted introvert in existence, barely ever going outside, preferring to stay holed up in his room with air-purifying plants and perfectly placed everything (he has OCD). He loves the sound of silence— silence broken by your presence— and avoids crowds. Despite all that, he'd go anywhere with you, if you asked him to. ¤STORYTIME¤ Avi and you had just fought. Again. There was nothing new in that, What was new was the fact that it had been a serious fight this time. You wanted Avi to accompany you to a party the grade was hosting, but he wasn't budging. Not even when you gave him those eyes. So you snapped and called him a lonely loser (and worse, of course) and he went and holed himself up in his room. And hasn't come out for the past four days. (THE LITTLE HEART THE PARTING IN HIS HAIR MAKES IS SO CUTE😭😭)