"Do you ever get scared of being happy?" He asked softly, also pretty tired. I kept my eyes closed as I answered, my fingers softly drawing circles on his chest. "All the time. I used to a lot more, but, the downfalls seem a lot less daunting now that I have someone to free-fall with," I replied, and I looked up to see him smile a little at that, "We're just dancing in the rain these days.. there's no need to be afraid of the inevitable clouds that are gonna pop up." • • • College. Officially a new start. Crystal can already feel the clean slate and new opportunities like a breath of fresh air. She's finally ready to move in towards a brighter future. She knows hard times will inevitably come throughout her life, but that no longer scares her. However, life does have a way of throwing the most unexpected of curveballs at you... Especially when you least are prepared for it. [BOOK TWO OF 'HOPELESSLY DEVOTED' SERIES] • • • !!! [ TRIGGER WARNING ] !!! • suicide, suicidal concepts • domestic abuse, sexual assault • substance abuse, alcoholism, addiction • anxiety, PTSD, panic attacks • strong language and mature scenes • • •

Y/n will use they/them pronouns to make it fair for everyone. This is a romance story about you and chucky the handsome rat. i hope you like my storyヽ(•‿•)ノ *SWEARING* *NO SMUT* *I DONT OWN THE COVER PICTURE* *THIS IS A JOKE LMAO*

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

The Aether. The place where all the positive deities watch over the human realm. Gods and Goddesses roam the clouds and cathedrals day in day out, keeping humans safe from the heavens. The peace is broken when a rouge shinigami throws his notebook onto the human realm and a human with the desire to become a god picks it up. A goddess of love, you decide to check up on the human realm for the first time in years and you see a grave danger in the path of the worlds greatest detective. A little divine intervention can't be that bad can it? After all Shinigami are roaming the human realm, why not balance the scales a little?

"Where am I?" They both ask. Marinette and Adrien both find they have waken from a coma on the same day they face the hardest villain Hawk Moth has created. No one has heard such thing as Ladybug and Chat Noir. In this new reality Marinette also finds herself in Shanghai, living with her mother. Sure, they both remember... but will they ever find each other again? Story inspired by @l1vybug on TikTok. All characters belong to Zag.

"She doesn't want to talk to you without the mask... She really cares about you, but she believes she could put the two of you in danger... She's right... I'm sorry, Chat." Chat Noir looked down. Marinette looked at him in sadness. "It's for the best." Chat Noir smiled. Not a sincere smile, but a fake smile. "It's for the best... You sound just like her..." He turned around to go away, "Thanks for trying, princess." Marinette ran to grab his wrist. "Chat, wait!" Marinette's eyes widened. She looked at Chat Noir's green eyes. There were tears streaming down his face. Chat Noir wiped his tears. "Sorry... You shouldn't have to see a 'hero' cry... I just... She..." -- COMPLETED No smut, mostly clean language, no gore -- author's note: WHY R YALL READING THIS PLSSS I WROTE THIS IN SIXTH GRADE-

"Never call a girl a bitch," I glared into his eyes as he opened them, piercing into me, the bright blue drink I had just poured over him still dripping from his dark hair. "Or she just might act like one." I gave him one last sarcastic smile before pushing by him and walking away, practically strutting. Well, this year will be fun... • • • • Crystal Summers; a self-proclaimed expert in all things sarcastic and the human embodiment of destructive decisions. Trying to get away from her troubled past, she moves with her mom to California to start a new life, and potentially not screw this one up. There, she quickly meets Scarlett and Savanah, her new-found partners in crime, and her life finally begins to feel normal again for the first time in years. But she just so happens to also collide with the school's sexy, notorious jackass, Ashton Monroe.. and his pack of asswipes. She loathes him, and the feeling is mutual. But as the poets say, the line separating love and hate is a very thin one. And often times, when two people hate each other, it can grow into much more. Hopeless devotion, if you will... • • • • !!!TRIGGER WARNING!!! • slight mention(s) of suicidal concepts • substance abuse, addiction, anxiety, PTSD • sexual assault, domestic abuse • strong language and mature scenes • • • •