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  • Sleepovers are for friends,right? by darl1ng-innit
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    Requested by my lovely lovely muse! This is basically you and Teenbur hang out after school and he's TOTALLY crushing on you but he's not used to it so he's super awkward and has no idea how to tell you!! Pls enjoy also pls don't flood the comments with toxicity I won't care for it🙏🏽🙏🏽 also most(if not all) of my fics are black-centric, so yes nigga will be said LOL
  • Across The Heather Sky  by BooksByBellaMarie
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    Hearts Of The Highland You know, it's funny. I never thought moving across the ocean would change my life so drastically. Mississippi had been safe, and predictable, but after my divorce I couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing. So, I packed my bags, left everything familiar behind and moved to Scotland, hoping to find a piece of myself I hadn't known was lost. The first day I arrived, I met Tiarnán Crowe. Tall, rugged, with eyes that seemed to hold secrets of the Highlands themselves, he owned a sprawling farm nestled in the rolling hills. There was adventure in him, a wildness that made my heart race even as I reminded myself to be cautious. And then there was Seán O'Rourke. Outgoing, charming, with a grin that could make anyone's bad day disappear, he seemed to appear wherever I went, leaving a trail of laughter and confusion in his wake. Caught between Tiarnán's quiet, magnetic pull and Seán's irresistible energy, I didn't know which path my heart wanted to take. Scotland had given me so much more than I expected. From breathtaking views, to fresh starts, and a tangled web of romance. But sometimes, life has a sense of humor, and just when I thought I had to choose, it threw a curveball I never saw coming. one that would make me question everything I thought I wanted. Written By @ Bella Marie 2025, All Rights Reserved
  • Oreo by danasprincess
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    Every day this year, there has been an Oreo in the right hand corner of my desks. Every class I walk into, there's an Oreo waiting for me. And it's only on my desk. Roman has been leaving me these Oreos. He says I act too white. Well, I think he acts too black. I'm an Oreo. He's an inside out Oreo. Maybe we fit together in this awkward world full of race, curls, and cookies. **Interracial Love Story** All rights reserved © 2015