bruce is sick and fucking tired of listening to his mom and dad whine about how he's still single with all these people all over him. so, he decides to do something about it. through family drama and anger issues, can the two work it out? - !! number 1 for #secretlyinlove !! based off of the song : 18 - anarbor this is a modern day, band au!! :) (meaning, cell phones, no grabber, a time skip as well!) bruce is a junior in high school, vance is a senior. (17) (17, soon to be 18) i know other people have done this idea before 🧍🏻‍♀️ credits to them 🫶

This chatfic will include ships: Bruce x vance /brance Finney x robin /rinney Billy x griffin / (idk the ship name) gwen x amy/amy Bruce: 16 Vance: 16 Finney: 15 Robin: 15 Billy: 14 Griffin: 15 Gwen: 14 Amy: 14 Donna: 15 There will be no angst hopefully 😍 this is my first book so um yay! This story will contain cursing, bad grammar, craziness LOL This story is in a modern au!!! Some characters are out of character 💀 OLDER STORYS ARE MORE CRINGE 💀 YOU ALSO GET TO SEE MY WRITTING IMPROVE SO YAY!!

TBP friends chatfic😸

─── 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ❝he was sunshine, i was 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 rain.❞ or a new popular chat app, ᴏᴘᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀᴛꜱ, has recently come out. 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚 downloaded the app and saw his two bestfriends, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞 and 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠, were online. he made a groupchat, not expecting much out of it. ᴵᴺᶠᴼ! ✯ 𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐫! ✯ 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞! ✯ 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐲! ✯ 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧! ❝ʙʀᴜᴄᴇʏᴀᴍᴀᴅᴀ! added ꜰɪɴɴᴇʏʙʟᴀᴋᴇ! and ɢʀɪꜰꜰɪɴꜱᴛᴀɢɢ! to a groupchat! don't be shy, say hello!❞ #1 in 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - may 1st!!

It was the first of September when Pugsley Addams set foot in Nevermore for the very first time. The breeze bit at his cheeks, the air thick with a strange, lurking kind of mystery-exactly the sort of atmosphere that made him feel alive. He was eager to roam the same halls his sister had, certain this place would give him better odds at finding companions... or at least people who wouldn't run away screaming. He managed to collect a few tolerances, though none he'd dare call friends-except, perhaps, his roommate. Eugene Ottinger, the small, curly-haired beekeeper who had helped Wednesday save the school last semester. Even with him, things were prickly at best. But Pugsley never backed away. There was something about the grumpy boy that had snagged his attention the very first day-like finding a perfectly preserved insect pinned under glass. And Pugsley had never been good at letting go of things once they fascinated him. (The cover was made by me!!!)