[Meridiem]

username: Meridiem
name: Kathrine
gender: Female
when was a time they experienced unrequited love?:

On the corner of Perkins Street and Feed Place, there is a small coffee shop by the name of The Friendly Bean. It's a local place with a good cup of joe. A sweet barista by the name of Katherine, Kat for short, works there and knows all the locals by name.

One day, a new customer walked in. Kat was tending that day. The businessman walked in and scanned the menu. He was wearing a tan trench coat with a dark grey suit underneath. He was probably coming from the bank across the street. The clock chimed; it was 9:00. The man stepped up to the counter and held up his paw in motion for service. Kat walked over to the side of the counter that the man was standing at.

"What can I get you, sir?" Kat asked in an upbeat tone.

"Ill have-you know what surprise me." he smiled back towards Kat. She smiled and wrote down some stuff on the paper cup. She noticed that he was quite the catch. She was a pretty ballsy kal and decided to make a move on the attractive kal ordering coffee from her. She looked up from scribbling and saw that he was watching her scribble on his cup. She blushed slightly and got to work making him a good cup of something. She steamed some milk and made a latte for the man. She was just about to finish up on his order then she was ballsy once more. She was wearing pink lipstick that day and decide to leave a kiss on his cup for him to be surprised to see.

She haded the cup to him over the counter and winked at him. He smirked back, took his cup from her, saw her message smiled and nodded his head. Kat's heart fluttered. She didn't think it would work but she was sure glad it did.

She got off work at 5:45. The first thing she did was check her phone to see if she had any messages from her little coffee crush, and to her surprise there was. It read, "Hey, that was a cute thing you did for me today. My name is Will. Wanna go grab a bite sometime this week?"

Kat jumped for joy and squealed in her car. She danced and sang to all the songs that played on the radio on the way home. She ran into her apartment to tell her cat all about what happened that day. She was so excited that her little idea worked out.

Fast forward to six months later, Will and Kat ha been in a relationship for about five and half months. Kat was so happy with Will and Will was happy to be with Kat, or so she thought.

Kat had planned a nice dinner at a semi-fancy place uptown. She was going to surprise Will with the marvelous treat. The restaurant had a weird policy were reservations had to be made in the restaurant. Kat was annoyed but went anyways a day before her planned night. She walked in with a piece of paper with her requested times.

She was about to say hello to the host when out of the corner of her eye, she saw Will. He wasn't alone; he was in the company of another female kal who was all over him. She stood there in disbelief. Was this all a lie? Kat couldn't believe it. She crumbled the paper, stormed out of the place and cried a single tear.

"I guess it wasn't love." she mumbled.

Word Count: 600/600

[lonk]

username: lonk
name:
gender:
when was a time they experienced unrequited love?: (300 word max)
s c r e a m s

[Oreoskys]

username: Oreoskys
name: Sybil Karrhen
gender: Female
when was a time they experienced unrequited love?: (300 word max)
Letter I: Uhm, Hey...
Hi there (insert a name here).. it’s uhm, me. Syb. Uhh we have known each other for a long time, right? Like, six years... Uh, I know you want to ask (insert another name here) out, but uh.. I think it could work. You and me!
So hey, wanna go to the dance with me?

The letter back: (no subject)
oh hey syb, sorry to say I don’t feel the same. I really like (Insert name here) she is pretty bomb. but hey, if we could still be friends, great!

Letter: The O in Oh should have been Capitalized.
Yea sure, you are very inquisitive. It was absurd for me to even imagine me with you. I can tell you have been using me for six years to get good grades, now.

Talk to you never - Sybil Karrhen. P.s; Do not call me Syb ever again.

[doubledare]

oof my heart <33
mark

[Cryptz]

REs!

[petrify]

username: petrify
name: gustav
gender: non-binary (he/they)
when was a time they experienced unrequited love?:
"donovan!"

gus strummed the strings of his guitar, looking up at the window he knew was donovan's room. a light was turned on then, and he saw the curtains part. then, the window was opened.

"go home, gus!" he shouted down at him, "you're gonna wake up the whole damn neighborhood!"

"i love you, donovan!" gus shouted in reply, ignoring the other's statement beforehand.

donovan sighed, propping his elbow up on the windowsill and staring down at the blue-eyed fiend, clearly unamused. this was one of many sessions donovan had to sit through with gus.

"i ain't gonna never stop lovin' you... donovan!" gus shouted again, strumming more strings on the guitar.

"do you even know how to play that thing?" the brown-eyed boy shouted down, "seems you only know how to strum the strings and nothing else. maybe if you actually wrote a song for me i'd consider going on a date with you." with that, donovan backed into his house again, closing the window.

gus stood there, blinking a few times. why didn't he think of that in the past two months he was doing this stuff every weekend?

"anything for you!" he shouted, starting to strum the strings again with his fingers.

"you better be shuttin' up out there or i'm calling the police!" a neighbor shouted from a few houses down - and with that, gus began to run.
[ 232 / 300 words ]
[ yes this was based off that one vine lol ]
extra:
after donovan telling gustav to actually learn how to play the guitar, it inspired the wild child. he began to look up tutorials online of what the chords were on the guitar, how to hold it correctly, all of that. he even bought some books to teach him how to play things, as well as getting a teacher to help him out. now, months later, he's better. he knows all of the basics and some of the harder things, and he can even play a bit of his favorite songs on the guitar. only a few seconds of each, but he still thinks it's a success. with him focusing on learning the guitar, he has not shown up at donovan's house for months, more entertained with learning the guitar. until now; he's decided to write the song he promised to make donovan. it took him a month and a half to fully write the song, as well as learn the correct chords and everything to match the song. and now here he is, back in front of donovan's window, shouting his name.

"oh, it's you. i thought i'd gotten rid of you."

gustav shot a grin up at him, shaking his head a bit before looking down at his guitar, strumming the strings. "i love you, donovan. i ain't gonna never stop loving you, donovan."

donovan was about to say something before gus broke out into song, actually strumming the guitar to play a beautiful song. when he was finished, he looked up at donovan, who seemed impressed.

"wow. i can't believe it," donovan laughed a bit, "i didn't think you actually would."

gustav nodded, eyebrows raised a bit with a smile. "i was determined."

"so... you want that date, then?"

gus snickered, "nah, i'm over it."
[ 297 / 300 words ]

[LazzyTheLapis]

username: BubbleCat
name: Pallete
gender: Male
when was a time they experienced unrequited love?: (Using the extra in the story! :3)

A crowd gathered in the cafeteria as crude and horrific insults were being thrown out into the air. Pallete couldn't see who was being bullied, he could hear some feminine shrieks, so he guessed the victim was a girl, no older than a sophomore. 'I can't just stand here; I've got to do something!' he thought. He rushed into the crowd, throwing punches left and right at the older students who were bullying this poor girl. As the crowd dispersed, a dark blue Kalon was laying in a pool of tears. She was slightly bruised. “T-Thank you…”, she muttered. The Kalon got up and Pallete was awestruck. She had pearl white teeth that stuck out of her mouth, and these stunning blue and green eyes. If there ever was ‘true love’, Pallete had found it. “You look a little dazed. My name’s Pallete, what’s yours?” Pallete put his hand out to shake. “Uh… I’m Bubbles, nice to meet you.” Bubbles saw a great friendship ahead of them. They exchanged numbers and went home.

Bubbles and Pallete started to spend a lot of time together. They found out they both love gemstones, cats, and the color blue. When they talked, Pallete snuck in some flirts, but, he said he was, “Just practicing for other girls”. Pallete mustered up the courage to finally confess his admiration for Bubbles. He sent her a text. “Meet me in room 103 at 12:30 “

Bubbles walked towards the room. Pallete was standing there with his paws behind his back. He walked up to her, sweating. “Bubbles, there’s something I want to tell you…” He handed her a blue rose, her favorite flower. She smiled. “Pallete! You shouldn’t have! Now what did you-!” Pallete stopped her mouth with his. Quickly, Bubbles pushed him away. She dropped the rose. “I’m sorry, Pallete. I don’t know how to say this to you… But, I’m not secure with my sexuality… I don’t want to be in any relationships until I feel like my sexuality is secure. I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but, let’s just be friends.” She smiled that beautiful smile he always loved, but now, it felt bitter and cold to his broken heart.

Pallete ran into the men’s bathroom, locked himself in a stall, and sobbed until his eyes grew dry. Calling out her name repeatedly, he waited until the final bell rang. He grabbed his things and walked home.

Pallete’s phone buzzed; it was Bubbles. She sent him a text. “I heard you in the bathroom, r u ok?” After he read the text, he threw his phone on the ground and smashed it. He ran into his bedroom and slammed the door shut.

“I’ll never forget you, Bubbles…” He whispered into his pillow. And, he never did.

(465 Words) {With Extra}

[castiiian]

username //
castiiian

name //
wes'kar
"west"

gender //
identifies as male

extras //
art
outfit

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unrequinted love // in the form of prose poetry // 300 words
The most beautiful creature he's ever seen;
was tall and statuesque,
as perfectly shaped as
classical Renaissance art.
A creation formed by years of dedication;
artist's hand guided by God himself.
Admired by many,
but owned by none.
It would be selfish of such an artwork,
to be solely taken up by someone unworthy of it.
Their eyes reflected their soul,
a color of solidarity and sorrow,
presented in perfect hues of blue.
Pristine white daggers embellishing a maw,
length matched only by the flawless curve of eyelashes.
An exact space set between each,
careful as the creation of the oceans.
White and eggshell,
color of satin silks and white sea foam.
Hair as thick as jaded ancient forests,
nature's bounty kind in each subtle wave.
Teardrops and glimmers,
sacred gems of the purest white stones;
jewelry and treasures,
they were nothing but adornments.
Every precious thing gracing the Earth;
was nothing compared to the one.
The one he felt so strongly about-
The one his unrequited love was directed towards.
He could write a million words,
each letter conveying a different level of love,
but none of them truly captured his adoration.
Language could not fully capture what he felt.
That graceful and beautiful creature,
surely, God's most perfect creation,
looked at him,
each and every day-
with disdain and melancholy.
It hated him.
It hated how selfish-
how lifeless he was.
Everything he did was wrong.
How hopelessly he gazed away,
imagining words to contain his admiration,
ignoring the life buzzing around him,
disgusted with other's attempts
to persuade him into relationships of mere friendship.
They tried to help him,
but he refused to listen.
He would rather stare at his mirror,
then talk to another living creature.
After all, they weren't nearly as important as he was.

[kacchan]

Gosh my birthstone,,,,,heckin res ;w;

[carotid]

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username- carotid
name- jeriel x gender usually
ends up male, but always pre
sents masculine x 600 words
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indentit's raining outside. the skyline outside the hospital is a bleary gray, illuminated by the vivid metropolis
beneath it. though it's pouring, the city is alive. his lover would appreciate the view.

indentjeriel's thumb runs over the knuckles of his lover. his skin is cold. the muted pattering of rain on the
windowpane drums a rhythm as jeriel finds himself lost in his mind. the ticking of the clock is a metronome,
keeping his thoughts in time. calm. mindful. the gentlest pressure on his hand interrupts the time signature
of his consciousness.

indenthe meets his lover's eyes with his own. the other man is exhausted. the tube down his throat doesn't
allow him to speak, but god, does jeriel want to hear his voice just one more time. they both know this is it.
twelve lives together, and each time one of them passes feels more and more distressing. despite this, it is
bittersweet- they know they'll find each other again.

indentanother squeeze. this one is a little harder- prolonged. then another, with the same frail strength. this
has become a code for them. once before bed. once when they need each other's support. once before death.

indent"love you forever."

indenthe speaks the words out loud. his lover's eyelids flutter, tears spilling down his cheeks. jeriel manages
a reassuring grin, despite his eyes growing glassy. he leans forward to press a gentle kiss to the other's fore-
head before sitting once more.

indent"see you next time, sweetheart." he remains until the monitor flatlines.

indentthe years go by slowly. reincarnation is a pain- it's unpredictable. curly jet black hair turns his head.
some voices have a musical lilt like his lover's always does, which stops jeriel's heart in its tracks. jeriel
frequents museums and late night walks because that's what his lover likes most. countless art pieces,
countless strolls, countless glasses of wine. eventually, countless amounts of hip pain, countless nights
spent in front of the tv watching sitcoms or whatever old saps like him love to watch, countless nights
spent with his new companions- three cats named breakfast, lunch, and dinner. (the shelter wouldn't
let him rename them.)

indentdays become weeks. weeks become years. doctor's visits become more frequent. he has to eat more
greens. he is growing old. nevertheless, he's content. jeriel knows his lover will be in the next life. but,
hell, once they met when they were in their seventies and they spent the rest of their days holding hands
as best as they could between walkers.

indenthe finds himself in the hospital. no other fat old man could be as happy as he is about dying. one
morning, though, he hears that voice. as musical as an aria, as soaring as a crescendo. his laughter is a
glissando.

indenthe's nineteen years old, in a nursing program. versus jeriel, eighty-seven and on the verge of patting
his three cats on the head in the afterlife before being thrust into the next life.

indentthis isn't going to work. reincarnation is so frustrating.

indent"honey," his lover speaks under bated breath, quickly closing the door behind him and rushing to the
old man's side. "you haven't passed yet? you old bat." a chuckle follows his words, but beneath the happiness
is pain.

indent"you wish." jeriel returns the chuckle, reaching for the other's hand. so youthful compared to his wrinkly
one. he gave two squeezes. love you forever.

indenthis lover's eyes were glassy. they both knew. it'd be a long time, once more, until they'd see each other
again. for now, it was a "see you later."

indentperhaps not unrequited, but impossible.

art by the darling naomi ! <3