Latenightconversations Stories

❝Hel-❞ ❝Dad? How is she?! I would come now but-❞ ❝Chris...it's Willow.❞ ❝Oh, shit. Sorry. Wrong number.❞ + (not worth reading at all, i don't know what my 15 year old self was thinking writing this tbh, it continues to be up for me to reminisce) #26 ; short story (23/11) #17 ; short story (14/12) #8 ; short story (18/12) #4 ; short story (23/12) #3 ; short story (3/1/2016) #2 ; short story (15/1/2016) #1 ; short story (31/1/2016) cover by @ashtonlirwin + © cruise-ing 2015/6 all rights reserved

The story of Jay and Madison. They are both so new to this. Will they work out?

KhunBam Week Tribute | Day 7 | Prompt #7: Night/Names 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙡𝙢𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙬𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙖 𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨. ••• Any Tower of God-related claims belong to SIU and its correspondents. Photos used or to be used are taken from multiple sources and solely owned by their artists. Only the fanfiction's flow and storyline is owned by thee.

In the cramped dorm room of a newly debuted boy group, two strangers begin a quiet journey-one built not on declarations, but on glances, late-night ramen, and the kind of silence that feels like understanding. The Things We Didn't Say is a 50-chapter slow-burn Taekook saga that traces the real-life evolution of Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook-from awkward bandmates to best friends, and eventually, something deeper. Set against the backdrop of BTS's meteoric rise, the story weaves through shared rehearsals, public scandals, private heartbreaks, and the unspoken tension that lingers between them. With every chapter, readers witness the emotional weight of fame, the complexity of group dynamics, and the quiet ache of love that's never been named aloud. Featuring all seven members, layered friendships, and a love story that unfolds in whispers, this is not just a fanfic-it's a reckoning. Because sometimes, the most powerful truths are the ones we never say...!!

It's a poetry book. the book says everything

"So what are we?" He gritted his teeth, forcing his words to come out, "Friends." "Uh-huh, do friends kiss like that?" Kaoru didn't know why he was making a big deal of that kiss, "More than friends..." Kojiro nodded. "Like lovers?" "Less than lovers."

When nineteen-year-old Zane Austen is told he has exactly one hundred days left to live, he decides to disappear, no hospitals, no pity, no long, drawn-out goodbyes. Instead, he packs a camera, a notebook, and a list of the things he's always been too afraid to do and sets off on a quiet road trip to nowhere. What he doesn't plan for is Audrey Willow, a sharp-tongued photographer with nowhere to go and a broken car that dies next to his. She invites herself into his journey with nothing but a map covered in doodles, a suitcase full of dresses, and a thousand questions from her that he doesn't want to answer. As they travel, Zane finds something he never thought he'd have again-joy, laughter, LOVE. And the terrifying ache of wanting more time. But Audrey doesn't know he's counting down the days. And Zane doesn't know how to tell her he's leaving. Not for a new city. Not for someone else. But for good.

✔️ fall / fɔːl / [noun] - an act of falling or collapsing. ✔️ compilation / kɒmpɪˈleɪʃ(ə)n / [noun] - collection, assortment. w a r n i n g : This story contains certain chapters based on delusionary behaviour. And yes, of course, write-ups that really don't make sense in the real world. Add weird ass author's notes to the list. || third place in THE ELOQUENCE AWARDS || © rehnuma rahin™ 2017.

"I don't want to leave without an apology" An AU of what could have happened after the fight in Season 2 Episode 5. After Hinata rushed from their fight he ended up in a car accident. But when he wakes up he's not dead and he's not in a hospital either. Hinata has to live the same day - the day when he and Kageyama fought - over and over again until he finds a solution where he could get out of the time loop. But when the time comes, will Hinata have enough strength and bravery to do what has to be done?

A tale of loving silently from afar in the quiet hours... A message seen, a comment read, A stranger's name that softly spread. A reel, a book, a thought they shared, A bond that bloomed, though none declared. He never knew what silence hid, The way she smiled at things he did. She held it in - the words, the ache, For fear the truth might somehow break. But love, though hushed, refused to die... It lived in chats and soft goodbyes.

Their footsteps fell in syncopated rhythm, each pair having a mind of its own, yet sticking to their twisted harmonies.

Isla Rivera's first week at Westbridge University wasn't supposed to include crashing the wrong meeting, getting recruited to the student paper, or meeting Theo Hale - the dangerously charming editor who talks like every sentence is a dare. One story turns into another, and soon she's trading sleep for coffee, deadlines, and stolen moments with the boy who's supposed to be off-limits. But Theo's hiding more than just his edits, and the truth could ruin more than their reputations. In journalism, you chase the headline. In love, you risk becoming it.

Being passive made people overlook her worth and in some ways, not want her around. Just like clouds. In contrast, he was always the life of every party; anybody within a mile radius would get a shot of sunshine. I know seeing the clouds cover up the sun or the sun outshining the clouds is nothing out of the usual; two different elements brought together is typical and unremarkable. Although sometimes you could find something extraordinary from the customary with the right approach. (This is a Saving Elliot One Shot. If you haven't heard of Saving Elliot by northbynorth yet, I highly suggest you read it now!) (Full of typos and errors but will edit asap! Sorry for the inconvenience!)

Late-night texts were always their thing-banter, oversharing, and pushing the line just enough to pretend it didn't mean anything. But when the teasing turned soft and the silence between replies started feeling like a missing piece, they knew something had shifted. Neither of them wanted to admit it. Not when distance made it easier to pretend. Not when their egos wouldn't let them say the words out loud. But after months of walking the edge, they finally meet in person. And suddenly, the weight of everything unsaid is standing right in front of them. No more screens. No more safety in distance. Just them-and the feelings they can't run from anymore.

Oliver and Felicity are traveling to Russia on his private jet when the pilot has a heart attack, and they end up crash landing on the top of a mountain. They are both hurt and with limited supplies, facing dangers that Oliver cannot simply take down with his arrows. As they struggle to survive, surrounded by snow and silence, Oliver and Felicity have no choice but to finally listen. How will they make it out alive and if they do, how will this experience change them forever? This story was inspired by the novel "The mountain between us" by Charles Martin

This is a Rosaria fic that I wrote quite a while ago back when she was first released. It was published on my AO3 but I figured I'd bring it here for the Wattpad Genshin fans :)

When she texts him late at night, seeking someone to listen, he's always there-her safe space, her constant. But tonight, their conversation takes an unexpected turn. As she opens up about feeling lost, he confesses the truth he's kept hidden for so long-his feelings for her. A single purple heart sent in response leaves him questioning everything. Is it rejection? Hope? Or the beginning of something new?