Latenight Stories

We almost died together. And that was the moment everything changed. What started as a hate-love friendship turned into something neither of us planned or knew how to handle. Late nights. Fast drives. Unfinished conversations. This is a story about chaos, connection, and the kind of bond that forms when two people meet at the edge of everything. Not a perfect love story. But a real one (inspired by a true story).

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Some things don't arrive fully formed. Some thoughts stop mid-sentence. Some feelings refuse to be named. Some hours pass without ever quite becoming anything and yet they leave a mark anyway. The Unfinished Hours is a collection of poems and scattered thoughts written in the margins of ordinary days. About the things that happen between the big moments. The quiet aches. The half-realizations. The 2am clarity that disappears by morning. No particular order. No grand conclusion. Just what was true when it was written. For the ones who think too much and feel even more.

When in between the wedding chaos, family dramas and cousins teasing cupid finds its way to make people fall in love. Even though no one is still ready to admit.......But the spark was set. amidst the wedding chaos of Humayl's close family friend who is a mutual friend of his cousins, Everyone found their someone who could tame them dive in the story of cousins who find their home, their peace in a wedding they thought was nothing but a WEDDING. This story is full of humor and an environment that will make u feel homie and a part of them after reading their story u'll want to have them or nothing.(like your author🤣😖)

Fragments of feelings and experiences. Fleeting moments and late night thoughts. Just collecting my poems (I'm a new writer i'm scared).

unfinished. Most nights I cant sleep so i write my thoughts down. I try to make edits but most of the time I publish it immediately after writing it at 3 am

In the quiet of the night, a slow melody starts to play. Claire finally picks back up on playing piano and starts sneaking onto campus at night to play to herself. However, she doesn't exactly get the alone time she was thinking of. Elias is a dedicated violin player, practicing until his hands ache. Everything he plays must be perfect, or else it's not even worth playing. One night he stays late to practice, but as he walked to the rehearsal room, he heard a strange melody. The two are complete opposites. He plays a music piece until the end; she stops halfway, never creating an ending. He tries to make every piece perfect; she just lets the music flow. He likes consistency; she likes things that are ephemeral. He believes things are meant to stay; she's convinced everything will leave after a while. The two see everything differently, but when they come together they create a slow yet dreamy musical composition. A 𝙉𝙤𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚

"I want to talk to you," the lady said and in three big steps, she was right in front of Nayeon, "But not here. How do you feel about Panda?" "Panda?" Nayeon questioned, mentally preparing herself to freeze time and get the hell outta there. "Panda Express? Don't tell me you've never heard Panda Express!" the stranger exclaimed, sounding very offended. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nayeon has always had a crappy life, always having to hide a part of herself from the rest of the world. One day, she has a run-in with a stranger who offers her something she can't resist. A chance to be free. But, as usual, it gets worse before it gets better. ^~^ Basically, it's TWICE with Signal powers, in the Incredibles Universe. ~Enjoy, Zen~ Ps. Also available on Ao3 and please feel free to leave comments, I really appreciate them and I'll most likely respond ^-^

Bad to the bone Stoned to the bone

Ryder and Katie Jackson were once Adventure Bay's golden couple - the fearless rescuer and the girl who kept every heart (and paw) stitched together. Now, years later, they're learning that love doesn't stop being a rescue mission once the sirens fade. Between running the Lookout and raising two kids - Jacie, a stubborn, big-hearted girl who's basically Ryder in pink sneakers, and Ryker, the quiet dreamer with Katie's soft smile and gentle courage - life in the Jackson house is anything but calm. But when family secrets, growing pains, and new challenges test their bond, the Jacksons realize that saving the day doesn't always mean running into danger... sometimes it means showing up for each other. Told through diary entries, late-night confessions, and the unforgettable chaos of family life, The Jackson Family Diaries is a heartwarming and emotional journey about love, legacy, and what it really means to be a hero - even when no one's watching.

One night Valentine finds herself on the balcony of a stranger's house at a party with even more people she barely knows. Yet there is one person she knows very well and who's maybe even the sole reason she came here in the first place. Vincent went to a party to drown his sorrow surrounded by people who know him too little to care and just well enough to give him free alcohol for the purpose of fun. * this story has been rewritten as far as it was published before and now I'll try and continue it a consistently as possible :) (hahah what a fucking joke )

i hope someone reads these and can relate or just enjoys them

I just write poetry at night some of its sad some happy some random thoughts I did all of these poems for my mental health and coping ways but figured others could benefit. Most of this was highschool to first year of college!

just a small collection of poetry i have written

This is a 4 shot collab with @PsychoBootyShorts so two are on their account and 2 are on mine. Kirishima gets lonely late at night, can't sleep and yells out for attention. (On @PsychoBootyShorts's account.) Izuku gets upset and Aoyama sounds the alarm. (On my account.) Shinso has a panic attack and Aizawa gets his partners and friends. (By @PsychoBootyShorts.) Toga misses her girlfriend and decides to see her and warn her about certain LOV plans, but this time she gets caught. (On my account.)

𝘼 𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨

It starts with a message. Come for a drive. And she always says yes. They don't call it anything. Not dating. Not a relationship. Not even a mistake. Just late-night drives, quiet tension, and hands that linger a second too long. The city blurs outside the windows while something slower, deeper, builds between them. No rules. Just the road... and whatever they become on it.

Little poems that I write to explain those heavy feelings. Those feelings we can't seem to name.

-"so like, what does that make us?" -"bitch boys, jisung. bitch boys." •~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~• just a bunch of crackheads doing crackhead things. lowercase intended. 3racha crack!fanfic read at own risk. (p.s.- basically will include just a bunch of stupid memes, dark humor, and horny teenagers.)

THE DRAWING ABOVE IS NOT MINE.I REPEAT THE DRAWING ABOVE IS NOT MINE.pls if you know ehat artist drew this pls message me. When all of class 1-A move into their dorms and two of thwir classmates who are polar oppisates of one another start meeting at ungodly hours during the night/morning in the kitchen or living room more and more as time passes Would the two very diffrent people find similarity in one another and become friends,or would they become even more? 💥TRIGGER WARNING💥 SWEARING (I dont know what exactly will happen in this story so im not to sure about the trigger warnings yet,but ill try abd update them)