Tag "Unrequited love" - Works and Original stories

On New Year’s Eve, a tenth-grade girl — who happens to be compiling a peculiar "Pocket Catalog of Paraphilias" —hauls a load of humanitarian aid to an Ozon pickup point, only to suddenly come face-to-face with the living embodiment of her own theory. School assembly halls, Spanish verbs, a rural winter, teenage obsession, and the gaze of blue eyes beneath the fluorescent lights of a marketplace hub. An étude on the first stage of faunolepsy.

A pseudo-academic exploration of the Lepsicon. While nympholepsy is well-documented, this chapter introduces its counterpart: Faunolepsy. It is a taxonomy of the "faunling"—from the anatomy of red knuckles to the behavioral patterns of adolescent defiance. A stylistic exercise where scientific detachment meets teenage yearning.

She was too bright for a human. That's why the elven leader's heart trembled. But he knew all too well where such love could lead…

there is no such thing as the Argentine language — and yet… a professor of Russian language and literature at a university in Argentina is burdened with a savior complex. on a bus, quite by chance, a drunken student — Miguel — ends up in his care.

This is a poem which captures the delicate tension of longing and the warmth of an idealized love.

Lia was an unusual girl. Her mom wanted her to be a senator, but what happened was that she, uh. a soldier of the Republic. The girl has been through a lot and in the future she will have to solve the mystery of her origins and also find the love of her life))))))

Little My can only feel glee or anger. But some types of anger, the ones Snorkmaiden would have called love, or jealousy, or grief, are hard to deal with even for such a creature of chaos as her. But she isn't going to give up. She'll tackle them - and win!

"You can save this world. I don't know if anything of me will remain in you. Maybe you will feel a longing for books, hot tea, and rainy evenings. Maybe you'll feel like you've heard my voice somewhere deep in your mind. But whatever happens next, know this: I believe in you. You are my... our last hope. Live. Fight. Change the future." With hope, Anna Volkova

There are moments in a person's life when a dear person leaves your life and only then do you begin to think about why he did what he did and what you did wrong.

The war leaves its scars on everyone's hearts. But there are scars that were left not by war, but by love. A love that you don't even realize, hiding behind simple hatred, and after realizing it, it becomes too late. It's too late for outright declarations of love when that person belongs to another.

And it's another night with thoughts about him. Beautiful, perfect handsome man who will never be his. And it's another cuts, another tears It feels like won't stop anywhen

Artyom's words hurt, but it's fine.

Sasha is worried that he never told Misha that he loves him.

Jinshi is devastated. No matter what he says, no matter what he does, it doesn’t seem to awaken any feelings for him in Maomao. The only thing he can do is to keep his hope… right?

It all starts with sweatpants. Geralt and his assistant, Jaskier, have perfect professional relationship. Then, during a business trip, Jaskier knocks on Geralt's door with requested documents at 7 am. Jaskier, who is wearing comfy sweatpants and worn-out t-shirt. Geralt is doomed, he just doesn't know it yet. Oh, and then it just happens that Geralt has to pretend to be Jaskier's boyfriend. It's a very hard task. Very hard. (you can totally see where I'm going with this, right? :))

That thing that Geralt and Jaskier have? It means absolutely nothing. If Geralt keeps repeating it, he might actually believe it. Though he should've known better. Or - Geralt and Jaskier fuck, Geralt is super-casual about it, highly, pointedly, definitely casual about it, until he isn't.

Maomao was a woman who loved poison, but she didn’t suspect that there was also a particular poison that Jinshi adored. A poison so sweet and delightful it could be considered a drug. And that poison was her. This text is inspired by the song “Addicted to you” by Avicii.