Closetedcharacter Stories

❝𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭?❞ 𝖲𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗒𝖾𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖪𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗁𝗈 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗈. 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐭ᝰ.ᐟ #1 cortisff #1 closetedcharacter #1 internalisedhomophobia

Indie Rock Band AU. Louis and Harry are in rival bands. They have a one night stand and wake up with matching tattoos of each others names. Meanwhile, Liam is Zayn's new bandmate, who is definitely straight, expect when they're alone. They all want fame and fortune. But what happens when they're offered a choice between love and success? Featuring secrets, jealousy and complicated ex-lovers.

What happens when the president's innocent daughter goes to college and falls in love with a party girl? Will they feel the same about each other? Will the president approve of their love? Or will they both end out heartbroken? Quick Author Note: This is my first fic on Wattpad!! I usually write on AO3 but thought this would probably fit better on here. I don't know where this story is going maturity wise in the future but for right now (first chapter) its teen and above. I have some character Pintrest boards and quick descriptions I wrote before writing anything if anyone wants them. soooo yeah! i will probably add more AN at the top/bottoms (hehe) of chapters. If anyones actually reading this story thank you! Have fun reading!

Four years after a painful breakup, photographer Joong unexpectedly reunites with his ex Dunk at an engagement party. Old flames reignite, but Dunk is engaged to a woman-for money, not love. Torn between family duty and true happiness, Dunk must choose: repeat his past mistakes or fight for Joong this time.

Diego Reyes was the golden boy - quiet, brilliant, and everything his father didn't understand. Jett König was chaos in a leather jacket - sun-kissed and sharp, the kind of boy people warned you about too late. They used to be inseparable. Until they weren't. Four years later, Jett is back in California - older, colder, impossible to ignore. And Diego? He's still trying to hold it all together. For his dad. For his sister. For himself. But some ghosts don't stay buried. Especially the kind that text you in the middle of the night like they never left. Especially the kind with blue eyes that still make your hands shake. Whatever tore them apart never really left. And when eyes meet again, the truth gets harder to hide. Because eyes don't lie