Quietlonging Stories

YN is a Filipino nursing student living in Sydney, balancing study, work, and a close family life. One impulsive night leads her to a movie event where she sees Ariana Grande in person for the first time. They don't meet or speak, and YN leaves thinking it was just a passing moment. But for Ariana, something about the quiet presence of someone in the crowd stays with her. When their lives eventually cross again, two very different worlds begin to overlap. What follows is a slow burn romance built on patience, emotional safety, and the comfort of being truly seen. A story about timing, missed connections, and love that grows softly, without rush.

Ethan always believed love would find him when the time was right, but hesitation and fear kept him standing still as life moved on. When he finally met Claire, the woman who made time feel infinite, he thought he had found forever. Yet distance and silence pulled them apart until years had slipped away. Now, older and braver, Ethan sets out to find her again, only to discover that the love he once dreamed of has already found a home with someone else. Caught between the ache of regret and the beauty of memory, he must learn that some loves are not meant to last, but to be carried quietly in the heart.

an epilostory; kyle and angela What we feel in secret can't survive in the light.

Dear you, You'll never read this. You'll never know it was you I looked for in every crowded hallway, you I waited for without realizing, you I loved - quietly, from a distance, for three whole years. You were never mine. But you became every poem I never meant to write. This is my journal. Of the love you never knew about. And the goodbye you never had to say. - from the girl you walked past a hundred times, never knowing she would remember every single one.

Whispers Between the Pages Some stories aren't written in ink - they're etched in silence, in longing, in the spaces between the words. In a quiet town where secrets live in the creases of old books, Y/N stumbles upon a forgotten journal in the back of the library - filled with ink-stained emotions, unsigned letters, and words that mirror her own hidden pain. Each page feels too familiar, too real... as if someone out there is writing directly to her soul. When she crosses paths with Alex - the aloof boy who speaks in sarcasm but looks like he's been carrying unwritten poems behind his eyes - the lines between fiction and truth begin to blur. As their lives intertwine through anonymous letters and unspoken feelings, Y/N must decide whether some hearts are meant to stay hidden... or finally be read out ....

Joon works night shifts at a convenience store. Leo comes every night to buy the same drink. They talk in fragments. half-smiles and yawns. one night the power goes out. The store is only lit by emergency lights and moonlight glow. Leo admits "...i don't like going home" Joon, after a pause, says "You can stay here till morning" they sit on the floor, hands almost touching. just two lonely boys choosing not to be alone.

An elevator ride. A shared hallway. A breath held for too long. Between the Floors explores the fragile space between who we were and who we are trying to be. When an unexpected reunion brings old love, new loyalty, and unresolved grief into the same moment, silence becomes louder than words. This is not a story about confrontation. It is a story about restraint. About love that lingers. About holding on-and letting go-at the same time.

Suzhou Love Story A Japanese man. A Chinese woman. Two lives that were never meant to cross-until they did. Wang Xiaomei left her hometown of Nanjing to start a new life in Suzhou. Ryo Hasegawa, quiet and reserved, came from Nagoya, Japan. Neither of them expected to find anything in this city- maybe just a job, some silence, a little peace. But when they met in the quiet massage parlor where they both worked, something shifted. A spark. A silence that echoed deeper than words. And someone else noticed. Chen Meiling, a Chinese woman who worked with Ryo, had been watching him, too. Quietly. Secretly. From somewhere deep in her heart. In Suzhou-a city of canals and stillness- three hearts begin to drift, crossing paths in ways no one expected. Some love arrives gently. Some love strikes like lightning. And some love... leaves a mark that never fades.

In the hush of midnight, Sage navigates empty roads with a heart quietly aching for Langston-the man healing in solitude at home. This moody, intimate drive becomes a reflective journey of desire and quiet resilience, each mile heavy with longing and the fragile thread of hope.

Pairing: Sugawara Koushi × Daichi Sawamura Karasuno's gym is quiet after practice-except for the lingering presence of Sugawara and Daichi, two third-years shouldering the weight of leadership and the ache of unspoken feelings. As the team trains harder for the upcoming tournament, their bond deepens in the quiet spaces no one else sees: passing drills, silent conversations, lingering glances. Sugawara hides his longing behind easy smiles; Daichi carries his with quiet devotion and fear of breaking the balance they've built. One night, tension cracks open. An emotionally charged conversation leads to a kiss, neither planned, but both needed. It's soft, restrained-but real. Their relationship shifts behind the scenes, becoming something wordless but unmistakable. The team notices, but no one says a thing. In the end, Sugawara asks if this is just a moment or something more. Daichi, steady and sure, chooses the future-with him. OMCE AGAIN, COVER ART IS NOT MY!!! CREDITS GO TO THE OWNER!!!

He had never known what it truly meant to be loved. He thought he loved once, but it was a love that stumbled and faltered-like words caught in a nervous stutter, imperfect and unfinished. Always living in the shadow of his brilliant younger brother, his life felt like a sentence left hanging, never reaching its full meaning. This is the story of a man whose heart, like his voice, trembles with hesitation-a love quietly longing to be whole.

A writing about a special moment shared with a special someone

(Fully fictional, babe - pure fantasy fun. No real-world claims. Just vibes and chaos.) i did another story, yes i am meant to be packing, but when it comes to you, it comes to you-it's like a creative surge that hits you when you least expect it, or perhaps, when you most need a distraction from the dull reality of taping boxes and labelling their contents. The muses, it seems, have no respect for moving schedules.-----Lady Jay, Two Minutes Later The air in her small, currently-chaotic house was thick with the scent of cardboard and a faint, sweet overlay of the peach schnapps she'd poured for a quick 'packing break.' A single ice cube was already melting lazily in the glass, a beacon of temporary surrender on the otherwise neat coaster. Lady Jay leaned against the doorframe of her half-empty living room, the wood cool against her bare shoulder. She was tired. Bone-deep tired. She'd been on her feet all day, battling boxes, tape dispensers, and the existential dread of relocating. Every single muscle, from the arch of her foot to the tension knot in her neck, was aching in a chorus of complaint. She flexed her toes, wincing slightly. She took a slow, deliberate sip of the schnapps, the sickly-sweet, warm liquid a comforting burn in her throat. Just five more minutes, she promised her increasingly impatient inner voice. Her phone, precariously balanced on a stack of books that were definitely not packed yet, suddenly buzzed and lit up the dim room. A small, persistent rectangle of light against the gloom. Without lowering the glass or even shifting her gaze from the half-packed kitchen, she extended a finger and tapped the notification icon on the lock screen. A purely automatic reflex, a mindless gesture born of habit. She didn't look at who it was from or what it was about. It was just a tap. The screen loaded. The casual, weary sigh she had been holding was prepared to release. But it didn't.

Before Capri. Before the lemon tree. Before the line is crossed. In Paris, Philippe Dubois prepares to leave his wife and infant son for what should be an unremarkable business trip. What lingers instead is the sense of a life held together by precision, habit, and restraint, on the brink of a miscalculation that will change everything.

On the quiet edges of a seaside town, Lee Sangwon lives in silence and solitude. With a fragile heart burdened by a chronic illness, Sangwon spends his remaining days walking the shoreline alone-finding solace in the rhythmic whisper of waves and the golden hues of sunset. He's a boy of few words, shrouded in mystery, carrying his pain with quiet grace. Enter Lee Leo, the embodiment of life and light-an energetic soul who thrives in the embrace of nature. Whether he's jet skiing across the waves, diving into the blue, or casting a line under the sun, Leo lives every moment to the fullest. But no matter how vibrant the day, his gaze always drifts to the distant figure by the shore: Sangwon. Drawn by curiosity and an inexplicable pull, Leo approaches Sangwon with a simple smile. What begins as quiet companionship slowly deepens into something neither of them expected-a bond formed not just from shared days under the sun, but from the moments of stillness between the tides. As Leo unravels Sangwon's story, he learns that love can bloom even in the face of impermanence. Together, they discover that while time may be fleeting, the connection between two hearts-one quiet, one full of life-can leave a lasting imprint, like footprints in the sand that the waves never quite erase. A story of healing, wonder, and a love as deep as the ocean.