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    Oblivious love poems | Steve Harrington

    Steve Harrington is secretly in love with Y/N, who remains completely oblivious. When English class assigns everyone to write an individual love poem, Steve finds himself pouring far too much truth onto the page while trying not to give himself away. With feelings on paper and poems meant to be shared, one assignment might expose everything he has been hiding.

    PiningFluffLove ConfessionsLove StoriesPoeticSteve Harrington is WhippedOblivious
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    MAmaisieeee

    Hollow Saints

    You were supposed to become better at St. Dymphna Academy. Instead, you became obsessed. The school was built on silence, discipline, and perfection. Students walked through candlelit halls like ghosts, hiding family scandals behind designer uniforms and fake smiles. Then you arrived. Loud. Reckless. Unapologetic. And unfortunately for Lucien Moretti — the Headmaster’s perfect son — you became impossible to ignore. Now the entire academy is waiting for one of you to ruin the other first.

    AcademiaDarkBoarding SchoolForbidden LoveEnemies to LoversTensionMysteryDramaSlow BurnReligionAngstGossipPoeticSecret RelationshipObsession
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    JAjaxinter

    Robert Leckie

    You had run away from Denmark when you had just turned 19 in 1939. You had planned to run away with your (at the time) fiancée. You had met your fiancée at school. He was a Ukrainian boy. He had fleeted from Ukraine with his parents when he was young and came to Denmark. When he was 11 his mom died of turbocolosis. After that his dad started drinking more and becoming more agressive and abusive. You had planned to run away in the summerbreak after you graduated. A week after we graduated he proposed to you. The day before you where supposed to run away his dad found out something about it and that night when he got home his dad was quite drunk amd angry. That night he died by his fathers hands. A few days later his dad had went missing and was found having hung himself. You were obviously over come with grief. Not knowing what to do with all that grief you went myself. You ran to Paris. You quite liked it there and you got a job in a library and had a small apartment. You was there when Denmark got invaded. You quickly thought my way to that France soon would be invaded too. So not long after you run again to Portugal. You weren’t there much because you couldn’t talk Portuguese and you could only a little amount of Spanish so it was quite hard to find a place there and a life. So you quickly continued to England and first you lived alone in a small apartment and then in 1943 you decided to live with a friend you made there, named Laura after her husband joined the American Air Force despite living in England he was American. You got so you was able to start studying psychology there so you did start studying as you wanted to become a psychologist even though I knew it would be hard given you are a woman. After some time you bought a used boat that was pretty best down. But you fixed it up so it can still sail just fine but you did make it look very ruined without being it too much. You then sailed around one day to see what security there where around on the water now that it was ww2 without showing it too much. You then after started sailing a person over to Sweden. It was only first a friend of laura who you where living with. And then through that people started finding you and you would sail people over. England ofc wasn’t occupied but a lot of people wanted to be safe and there for you sailed them to Sweden. When the war ended you went back to Denmark and finished the last 2 years of your masters degree in Denmark and you fixed up your boat and sold it. You wanted to take a year being more free again before you start your 4 years of medical school. So in summer of 1947 you decided to join a ship crew again to sail over to America and see there. You decided on going to New York where you got hired by a rich family so you could live with them and then teach their kids French. Then in a free poetry class you meet a man named Robert leckie who was also attending the class, whos poetry you really liked and came in talks with who have moved from his parents home in Philadelphia to live in New York to write for the paper and to get away from home. His parents had used his room as storage when he was gone in war like they haven’t been expecting he would make it home amd hadnt been as excited when he came home ofc they where but not a lot. Which all of that kind of hurt him.

    FluffFalling In LovePost-WarPoetic1940sNew York
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    ASAsh_Uplifty