Tired Stories

☆ Enhypen Sickfics ☆ Start: December 5, 2023 Finished:

How does the story go again? Oh yes... Wolf, Chosen Undead, Bearer of the Curse, Ashen One, Tarnished, or Good Hunter... burdenous titles cast upon Y/n like the rope upon those who stand atop the gallows. Each with their long... painful... and horrid memories weighing them down upon the man. Well no more. None of that. Y/n has ended the dream. His head has been lopped off by Gherman. And yet... he is somewhere new yet familiar. His long awaited respite has finally been reached... Or so he had foolishly thought...

period cramps sick tiredness body aches ectera

"It's not my fault she fell for me" It felt like as if I had been slapped hard across the face.

This collection of poems is unique in a few ways. There is no cheesy rhyming, and no easy truth. The poems found in this collection are all one hundred percent true stories. My goal with these poems is to reach an audience that might need a little extra help in seeing that they are not alone in this big world. Each poem has a specific topic assigned to it, one small Easter egg in these is that with most of them, you don't get flat out told the topic until the end, turning reading into a kind of guessing game for you. This collection covers a vast array of topics, there may be some topics that can be triggering to some viewers, make sure to pay attention to the top of each page to see if there are any trigger warnings that affect you. Please give constructive criticism, I am always willing to do what I can to improve my writing skills. I have no prediction on how long this collection of stories will become, because they are always growing as I gain more experiences as a person. Take with that what you will, and happy reading -Oliver

so this is my first story ever, so it might not be good. This is my au of solarballs, so if there's something you dont like, then womp womp. There's not much inappropriate stuff. and i'm also a multi shipper😬 I'll explain more in the info, though. Also, I couldn't find another cover, so...

A sibling to the Trollhunter? Yeah, right. Nath was often seen as a rather difficult person to connect to. Just a wreck of the town they lived in and the people they had to deal with. But thing's seem to unravel once they come across an old acquaintance, a very old acquaintance.

words, and things I could never tell you

(question and answer). submit questions! until the book says complete I will take questions. Maybe you'll be able to learn more about me

It's not exactly a poetry, just inside thoughts :] ･ ｡ 　⭐∴｡　 　　🌟ﾟ･｡ ﾟ💫｡ 　　 ✨🌟 💫 　 　　 ･ﾟ⭐｡･ 　　　　⭐✨｡· 　 ⭐･｡🌟･｡✨🌟 　　　 ✨🌟 　　　　 ･ﾟ💫✨° 　　 🌟 ﾟ･｡ 💫 ｡ 　　　　　ﾟ⭐｡ﾟ✨ 🌟

Lena wakes up to a life that is slowly falling apart between a failing marriage and the quiet realization that she no longer feels at home in it. The only real light in her world is Carrie and her family-friends who represent warmth, laughter, and the kind of ordinary happiness she keeps reaching for but never quite holds onto. When an unexpected tragedy takes Carrie's husband, Jack, Lena is pulled into a grief that is not her own, yet completely overwhelms her. In the midst of another person's shattered world, she is forced to find the strength to stand firm-even as her own life quietly breaks in two. Written in memory of my good friend - we all miss you.

Anthology of poetry....

After a suspicious online job advertisement sends them to Italy, a burned-out working mom and a chronically unemployed woman accidentally walk straight into an Italian mafia hideout. A heartwarming romantic comedy about burnout, friendship, finding love later in life, and accidentally becoming mafia royalty. Perfect for readers who are tired, overworked, underappreciated, and secretly hoping a handsome Italian man will tell them to sit down and eat pasta. Warning: Contains exhausted women, attractive Italians, emotional support pasta, workplace trauma, suspiciously healthy relationships, and organized crime with surprisingly good customer service.

this is pretty much as the title describe just another emo love story ;3

This story is about my life. About me living with an evil stepmother. Raising my two siblings. Being cyberbullied constantly. Leaving Bruises. Honestly what else could happen?

Both the chef and her hero lawyer aren't getting any sleep even though they're both clearly exhausted. Sneak peek: "Get some sleep, Mickey, we'll talk in the morning, I love you, hero lawyer." She whispers in the dark.

Book for when I'm supposed to be asleep 💀✌

just some random things i do on proseka

In the midst of exhausting workdays and overwhelming fatigue, a man is left speechless when his wife surprises him with something completely unexpected-she's secretly learned to play the guitar just for him. What starts as an emotional solo performance turns into a tender, laughter-filled duet as they play and sing together, their love expressed through music, shared tears, and an unforgettable night of connection. A short, heartfelt story about quiet sacrifice, thoughtful love, and the beautiful harmony two people can create when they come together.

This story is gay