Elodie, a young girl that once dreamed to become a nurse. She wanted to help in her town as much as she could. Yet when a wave of Spanish Influenza hit her city she was forced to leave those dreams behind. Her mother and father fell victims to the deadly sickness. Her brother and her were only days away from death when a creature changed their fate. They didn't have to fear death anymore... They had to fear themselves. A twilight fan-fiction PLEASE BE PATIENT , THIS IS A SLOW BURN :) RANKING CATEGORIES #1 - jasperhale {04/24/2025} #1 - edwardcullen {05/10/2025} #2 - emettcullen {04/14/2025} #2 - jacobblack {05/10/2025}

──⠀thinking of you every where i go, my house, the car, and my room ─ hollis frazier-herndon x reader ❪ㅤ💭ㅤ© ghostedyu 2025❫

Raine Quinn never meant to get involved. Working late shifts at a dusty dive bar was supposed to be temporary just enough to keep the lights on and her head down. But then he showed up. Hollis Frazier. When his assistant bails and he invites her, the bartender, on a six-month tour, Raine says yes before she can talk herself out of it. She doesn't know the setlist. She doesn't know the rules. She only knows he looks like he's drowning, and somehow, he asked her to stay.

"Your lips tasted like nicotine, and I got addicted."

Aspara Quelle has shiny hair, expensive perfume, and a heart that keeps breaking in silence. On the outside, she's the popular rich girl. On the inside, she's falling apart. Jason Uvele is a 17-year-old nü metal dirtbag with a red cap, three little brothers, and a hidden softness he only shows when no one's watching. Their families are close. Too close. Which is how she ends up sharing a guest house with him for two whole months during the summer of 2004. Somewhere between the sound of Limp Bizkit blasting through old speakers, cigarette smoke in the dark, and mascara-stained breakdowns in her mother's Porsche... they fall for each other. Hard. This is not just a romance story. This is rage, eyeliner, secrets, champagne at midnight, and a playlist that sounds like your last good year. CONTENT WARNING: This story contains themes of mentall illness, self-harm, smoking, underage drinking, toxic family dynamics and emotional breakdowns. Reader discretion is advised. CREDITS: Credits to all pictures from Pinterest

With nothing left to lose, Melissa begrudgingly accepts the offer to go on tour with her best friend, and her best friend's new boyfriend. Among the regret of her decision, she finds herself to be the center of a sick bet- one with larger consequences than the man who made it had anticipated. POV of both OC + Frank -Revenge era- Fever Dream© Hi all- I began writing this years ago and decided to pick it back up again, so there may be a slight shift in writing style. This will be rather long and slow-moving, but I plan to update often. -COMPLETED- +#1 in #mychemicalromance 8/31/2020 +#10 in #frankiero 6/22/2020 + #1 in #frankierofanfic 7/9/19 FUTURE TRIGGER WARNINGS- Language, substance abuse, depression/talk of suicide, possible assault

"you ought to know that, I think we're one in the same.." -- in which, Tristan Pravong meets a semi-famous musician on his way to the sushi place, and they bond through a fallen platter of California rolls. [SOCIAL MEDIA x REAL LIFE] [TRISTAN P. x FILO!FEM OC!] #1 in tristanpravong (12/29/22) #1 in madeleinemcgraw (01/06/23) #1 in jacobmoran (11/17/23) #1 in beabadoobee (02/09/23) #1 in miguelcazarezmora (03/30/23) #1 in bradyhepner (04/07/23) #1 in tbpxreader (05/29/23)

"I write best when I'm falling in love, or falling apart." He muttered to himself, his gaze was on the guitar he had gently settled into his lap as he traced over the initials 'BJ' on it with his index finger. "Which one is it right now?" I asked nervously. He looked up at me with his green eyes only for a split second, soon looking back down. Like he feared I would see the pain painted behind his jade green orbs. But if he already knew I had already saw it. "Both." He said, finally looking up at me. That's when I noticed the pool of tears for everything that he had left unspoken, with one blink they would be running down his cheeks. And I hope he didn't let them, because I couldn't see him cry. "I love you, and it's killing me." I bit my lip painfully trying to stop myself from crying. He was the right one, my heart told me when my eyes first landed on him. But he wasn't mine, and that tore me up. Because I craved him to be. I sighed, "you're breaking my heart billie." I whispered, watching the tears roll down his dull face. "I love you. And loving you feels like some sort of self destruction when I'm not suppose to but my god armstrong I love you." I sobbed. It seems to be that love could be labelled poison and we would drink it anyways. I looked at him, the sadness in his eyes felt like it was tearing me up from the inside starting with the heart. But I felt guilty to look away. "But you know we shouldn't." I said Painfully, he nodded biting his lip. "We should only be friends." "But friends don't look at each other the way we do." And I needed him, he was my life line. And he told me he needed me, he said I was his sanity. But although it felt we lived worlds against each other, one thing we both knew was. 'I'm fine.' Sounds the same. Even when it's not true ----------------- She loved him more than he would ever know. And he loved her more than he would ever show. What a tragedy. (Little spoiler, but it does end happily I promise.)

𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 | ➥"boy who you talking to like that?" "sorry thought this was somebody else." 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 we find out, what happens when texting somebody on accident turns into finding the man of your dreams? Lamelo ball makes the perfect mistake of texting the number he thinks is his ex girlfriend's and ends up meeting Kehlani Willams. They form a friendship and maybe something more but will they last? [COMPLETED] highest rankings - #1 in melo + #2 in basketball + #3 in texting + #2 in lamelo + #3 in lamelo

The story follows a struggling sociopath and psychopath falling into each other's paths. Soon enough they play with each other in sick and fake love. That is until one finds their sanity again, meanwhile, the other pay's for losing theirs. (BASED OFF THE 2011 FILM OF WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT KEVIN) 180913 #1 in weneedtotalkaboutkevin SHORT STORY MATURE AT SOME POINTS