[whimerri]

username: cofeebean,
name: levi
gender: male
when was a time they experienced unrequited love?: (300 word max)

Mark!

[sicknasty]

res with a heartbreaker who don't love anybody back

[sentimental]

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△ 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚢 △

[Syllecia]

username: Syllecia
name: Lescence
gender: Female
when was a time they experienced unrequited love?: Can you hear it? The rain dropping? It pours and pours. And it's so lovely. The tune is so serene. The drops, pure and quick. They fall onto the ground, leaves, into even more water. Onto my fur. One touch is enough to cause shivers. Exciting. The thunder and lightning boom and crash all around. Be quiet or else those bolts may catch me. But my goal is only to catch the rain. Gleeful squeals as my fur soaks. The rain is my one love. But she is inanimate. And she can fade away at a moment's notice. But she is here. For now.

[shinjitaro]

username: shinjitaro
name: jekyll
gender: male
when was a time they experienced unrequited love?: (300 word max)
gghg wip!!
[0/300]

2 pieces of art

[Ethy]

username: ♡ Minty ♡
name: Vanity / Vani
gender: Female
when was a time they experienced unrequited love? (Galactic au):=
Vani stared out the window of the ship into space and stars. She looked up to see the clock that read 9:38am 'Uh oh, I'm gonna be late for training..!' she thought to herself before rushing to the training grounds. "You're late" Ace said impatiently. "Sorry Ace! I got sidetracked.." Vani stated sliding her bag off her neck. "Always sidetracked. Get into starting position." Ace said, unamused by her excuse, pulling out his weapon he got into the starter stance while Vani copied. Suddenly a very loud explosion came from behind them followed by alarms. They exchanged a worried glance before rushing into the main building. Once they got inside they saw a group of Kalons surrounding something. Vani's worried expression got even sadder as she read the number on the rubble. '441' She read her mothers galactic pods number. It's been 4 years since that day. Every morning Vani visits her mother who lays in a coma. One day she got a call from the hospital. "Hello, is this Vanity Lae?" said a sweet voice. "Uh, yes it is?" Vani said. "Your mother is awake" they said kindly. Vani nearly dropped her phone as tears of joy were running down her face. "On my way!" Vani nearly shouted. She hung up before running towards her mothers hospital room. "MOM!" Vani yelled, tears flowing down her cheeks as she embraced her mother in a hug. "Hello..?" spoke the voice she missed. "Mom.." Vani spoke, sniffling. "I'm sorry, I don't know who you are.." said the voice once again. Vani froze, the doctors had said she may have amnesia but she always believed she would make it. Vani said sadly; "I'm sorry... I know you don't remember me... I just need you to know I love you.. more than anything.."

[EmeraldQueen]

Name; Prince Asbel
Gender; male
Story;

[medieval au]
The boy's eyes slowly opened, wincing from the sunlight. Despite the burning stream of sun running over his eyes, the winter air creeping through the window was, in contrast, ice cold. He forced himself into a sitting position, and flicked his legs over the edge of his wooden bed.

Throwing on some clothes, the young boy rushed to get downstairs; his family had an announcement to make, and they scolded him when he was late.
The piercing cold of the stone spiral staircase beneath his feethe, and the noises coming from the town folk outside were normal to him, as he ran downstairs.

Panting, he pushed open the large brown wood door leading into the main sitting room of the castle.
"Prince Asbel!" his mother said, raising her voice ever so slightly. "Why on earth are you dressed to casually! We have an important announcement to make to the people!"

Asbel, adopting a puzzled expression, replied with, "Important? I thought you were going to tell the town folk about our new cat?"
He really didn't think that announcing Tabby to the people was necessary, but what his mother wants goes.

Almost as if she were stifling a laugh, the Queen coughed and uttered, "Of course, the cat! Of course..." She knew it was a terrible cover-up.

After the family had eaten, one of the servants bowed, and told them the news of a very large announcementioned was spreading; the crowds were getting impatient, and starting to pick fights with each other.

The Queen sighed.. "We shall make the announcement now."
The royal family cautiously made their way to the heavy front doors of theach castle, they could hear the screams of the crowd outside; but as soon as they got outside, the crowd fell silent.

Clearing her throat, the Queen began to speak, her voice piercing the air. "Thank you all for coming. We are gathered here on this winter day, to celebrate something... our families!"
Asbel frowned. He hadn't believed that cat story, but the teen still had hoped it may be that simple.
"And that is why," his mother continued, "our only son, Prince Asbel, is to be wed next Sunday."

Asbel froze. Was he dreaming? Feeling

[opossumbreath]

𝓀𝒶𝑜𝓈
❝ Kaos derives from the Ancient Greek “kháos (χάος)”, meaning “emptiness, vast void, chasm, abyss ❞
Male | Mid-Late 20's | Bisexual | Taken | Modern Era
Prompt and both Extras below!
By User Rodentspawn

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❝ 𝒾 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊, ❞
It happened in autumn under the amber leaves, chilled breath escaping her lips as her body heaved in laughter like hollow wind chimes. Like the dying foliage around them, he fell.

Another Tuesday night with two bodies occupying the hard, wooden floor, speaking over music with sore ribs. He slips, she makes him feel safe, and just for a second, he does. When he leans over and kisses her she recoils like his touch was hot iron, too much against her soft skin, like a simple graze would leave a burnt in brand. Her laugh is the same type of empty it always had been.

“It’s a shame we aren’t soulmates. You’re too broken Kaos, I need someone who can fill the hollow parts of me, not just to crash my sharp edges against someone else’s and pretend the pieces fit. A love like that would cut us both in the end.” But she didn’t understand he was already choking on blood as she spoke.

Things like him weren’t made for love, and they certainly weren’t made for happy endings, she makes that clear. He begs until his throat is raw, ‘we can still be friends’ a mantra that falls from his lips, he repeats it like a prayer on bruised knees into the empty space, not realizing he had lost her already.

Her rusted metal grin that never reaches her eyes, she pushes distance like mountains between them and packs her bags, “I’m moving on, forget about me, okay?”

He wishes he could.

❝ 𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓁𝓎, ❞

He still thinks about her, five years later with a sharper jaw and less room inside his chest from the stone wall he has built inside of it. Fall rolls around every year and he considers moving somewhere that is always warm to deflect the bitter chill left in his bones. She left, why couldn’t he?

Their old mutual friends still say her name even though he tries to avoid it like the plague, like if he could dodge the sound he could spare himself from more heartache, they stopped asking if he was alright two years ago. Eventually he pushes them away, they’re just another thing that reminds him of the decades wasted on a friendship, on a love that ended before it could beguin. Their presence feels like burnt out embers and his fingers come away stained charcoal.

She’s happy, he hears even when he doesn’t want to, and god does he hate himself for being proud of her because the dark parts of him wish so deeply he could just /hate/. Two kids and a husband later, she finally finished that art degree she always spoke of, rumor has it they’re moving to a bigger city so she can manage an up and coming gallery. The feeling doesn’t quite equate to jealousy, but it still makes his stomach twist itself into knots and his hands shake.

“You never forget your first love.” The words bring no comfort, spoken from his mother over the phone and a bartender when his blood turns to liquor alike. They try to comfort him, tell him others feel the same, but he still feels alone because he /is/. Life moves fast around him and everyone else moves on while he sits in the same rundown apartment building, drinking the same bitter coffee from the street he fell in love with her on. There is no one anymore, and maybe his edges are too pointed and rigid for others to come too close.The sadness leaks out of his eye sockets at 3am and he realizes, perhaps his touch is lethal, perhaps he is better off alone.

Maybe she didn’t mean to, but she shattered his broken pieces.

❝ 𝓉𝑜𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎, ❞

It’s spring and such a contrast to the windswept, crimson wasteland of the season that seemed to repeat itself and stretch on for years. The pale pink of cherry blossom trees scatter over the ground and green life stretches towards the warmth of the sun. The shiplap walls of the cafe enclose him, his eyes are stuck on the spot outside he first realized he loved her.

“I couldn’t help but notice you, mind if I sit with you?”
The man is so different yet familiar at the same time, his sweater bright as the sunrise so much like the shade of paint always smeared on her fingertips, but his hair doesn’t fall perfectly in place like hers had and instead sticks out in ten different directions. God, does he ache, it would be nice to feel something other than pain if even just for a fleeting moment.
“I suppose.”
There’s a spark, something akin to hope, hard to put a finger on because it has just been /so long/ since he has felt anything positive. That smile he receives in return is seedlings and flowers growing from the bones of animals, it’s something like a second chance he isn’t quite sure he wants to take because he’s not sure there's enough of him left to give to anyone else.

“Your first love is never your true love.” More words he never believed until big brown eyes, crinkled around the edges with laughter like birdsong, stole his heart.

“You’re not broken.” His forever love whispers into his hair a year later, in a new apartment with a new future ahead of them, and for the first time he believes maybe he isn’t.
❝ 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎. ❞

[bluewingz]

username:
bluewingz
name:
Hope
gender:
Female
when was a time they experienced unrequited love?: (300 word max)

He was a bad boy, he broke hearts and lured
It somewhat nothing nothing to him, his heart was cold and empty, like everything around him was just a game.
It was like he was drained, like something happened to him and he just wants a distraction.
But I can’t be the one to assume things... But I am the one who has to mend the broken heart.
I fell for his charms, I fell weak, but there is one thing that I have noticed, his weak spot.
That weak spot was me.
The rude, ignorant, selfish, broken boy, had fell into something that he couldn’t get out, he found himself not being able to move anymore, like he he didn’t want too

[jianwai]

username:
hanzo.
name:
Asher
gender:
male
when was a time they experienced unrequited love?:
{ 301/300 } feat. Hanzo

Downing the drink, a bitter ale on the tongue that BURNED the back of his throat, he'd find a happiness in stuffing his sorrows, though drink and sorrows were too alike to benefit; when he sees him there, lurking in the shadows of the tavern as the ever present ignored presence, he knew himself INCAPABLE of looking away. He's a young man that knew the quickness of his own heart, equipped with a genuine tongue and any nature of affections, fingers curled around the base of his tankard to keep himself settled.

What he felt would pass, repeated in his head like a mantra as Asher took his fifth drink within the hour, the ever soft blue hues flickered from the barkeep, to the tanker, to the stranger hunched over his meager meal.

He's poor too, doesn't have more than a sack of coins under his belt, and the bag looped around his ankle has nothing but the weaponry he's not ALLOWED to showcase; a family heirloom he should have sold, an ax with a dastardly bright sigil, an opal wasn't rare but could fork a pretty silver piece for a HUNGRY man.

Asher thought he'd buy the stranger a decent chunk of meat with that silver piece, forego the bitterness settled in his stomach as each moment passed; the crackle of fire, burning embers, served no warmth for the man, just a reminder how quick his moment of passions would end.

Head hung in inactive shame, soft blues focus on the drink in hand; he knew the stranger by word alone, understood his heart had been captured, and two would not be three.

NEVER a monster to hope broken loves, he'd settle with his own unrequited, wouldn't slap the words of like and crush around like one may a rumor.