Dialogueheavy Stories

One mandatory science project. A truly impressive amount of detentions. Their friendship is a total, hilarious mess from day one. Somewhere between the chaos and running from trouble... they accidentally catch feelings; a disaster of a friendship turns into a disaster of a relationship! ~ Melissa: *Whispers evily* Oh Lydiaaaa... *Snickers and pulls out a glass cup from her pocket, placing it up to the door* I know you snore when you sleep... I will record you snoring and film it, so you will get embarrassed when I send it to lucas.. *Holds cup to door, pulling out her phone* Any second now... you're free to snore... *Starts recording audio, waiting for Lydia to start snoring* Lydia: *Somehow suddenly stops snoring* Melissa: ... *She puts her ear closer to the door, still recording the audio* I said your free to snore anytime now... snore please... Lydia: *5 minutes later still not snoring* ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ wsgg guyss!!!! this is my first story ill be publishing on here =P its absolutely hilarious once you start reading more of it, TRUSTT

Uzi always held the power to permanently destroy all of what is the solver. but physics, like always, got in the way, the basic law of energy. 'energy could not be destroyed, nor created, only transferred' but what if she broke that single law? couldn't be too bad, could it? oh but it was, it 100% was. she did what shouldn't happen, and in the universe's attempts to fix it, something else was let loose. again. its just too bad that some people were there when they were there. *** originally posted on AO3, I have the same user here as I do there- [NotAThreat] this will have later updates then AO3, so I suggest you read it there.

The man known as 'Evil Xisuma' is often compared to a hornet. Won't attack unless you get close or harm him. And when you do: it's painful. But normal hornets don't target people. or Evil Xisuma confronts Xisuma about a very pressing matter. OG post date - March 3, 2023

This is a small snapshot from one of my very first fanfictions I ever wrote featuring Fantine and Eric. It hasn't been posted yet, and honestly, it's still very rough-but it means a lot to me. I plan to go back, edit it, and eventually post the full story. For now, I'll be sharing little moments and snapshots like this as I work through it, since I can only really manage shorter pieces at a time. This scene focuses on a tense first meeting-family pressure, unspoken feelings, and the weight of being seen through someone else's eyes. Fantine finds herself caught between Marco's quiet support, Eric's overwhelming curiosity, and a father who clearly doesn't approve. Sometimes the hardest part isn't love-it's everything surrounding it.

A mainly hurt/comfort series of one-shots centering around the characters portrayed in the Apollo 13 movie.

story description(Blurb) She came to the city to disappear. He stayed to become someone his family could be proud of. In a café that closed too late and felt too honest, Amara and Jian learned that love doesn't ask quietly-it demands courage. This is a story about choosing love when tradition says no... and finding peace after heartbreak. In a city full of strangers, Amara and Jian find each other quietly. She hides a past she never names. He carries a family name that won't let him choose freely. What begins as soft glances, rainy nights, and unsaid words turns into a love neither of them knows how to keep. When pressure, fear, and silence pull them apart, their goodbye is messy-and unfinished. Years later, the city gives them one more chance. A slow-burn, emotionally charged romance about love that breaks, waits, and finds its way back. story idea/plot She moves to the city to disappear. He stays in the city to prove something. Amara Reyes, a soft-spoken, creative African girl, relocates to a loud, restless city after a heartbreak that left her afraid of loving again. She's not looking for romance-only a quiet life, late-night writing, and distance from memories. Jian Park, a reserved but emotionally intense Chinese entrepreneur, is the golden son of a powerful family. Successful, admired, and lonely. He believes love is a distraction-until Amara walks into his café one rainy evening and orders tea like she's apologizing to it. Their connection starts small: shared glances late conversations after closing hours unspoken feelings texts that feel too personal But the city is not kind to love: cultural expectations family pressure secrets from Amara's past a choice Jian must make between legacy and love When the city begins to recognize them as a pair, they must decide: 👉 Is love worth losing everything else?

Neither of them were looking for anything, until they found each other. Maverick Millers, a young adult who thinks too much, for everyone else's liking. Victoria Stevens, a woman juggling being a cop, pre-law student and a good friend. When the two meet, it's love at first sight, with a few roadblocks in between.

Grace is a 25-year-old designer in New York - sharp, observant, hardworking, and quietly brilliant at what she does. She lives alone, thinks like a designer even outside work, and is the kind of person people instantly feel comfortable around. Edward is 28 - disciplined, well-read, athletic, and recently back from Europe after building his business. Controlled in demeanor, precise in words, and known for keeping his circle - and emotions - small. They meet through work. They stay for the conversations. Between site visits, vendor meetings, late-night texts, design debates, and unplanned check-ins, a rhythm forms - built on wit, mutual respect, and the kind of banter that keeps two minds equally challenged. No dramatic confessions. No instant sparks. Just attention, effort, and the quiet gravity of being understood. This is a gradual, realistic romantic story about presence, professionalism, late-night drives, unfinished thoughts, and the moments that matter more than they first appear. AI Transparency Note: This story was created for fun and creative exploration. I provided the plot, characters, and direction - and the scenes were written with the help of AI. Think of it as a collaborative storytelling experiment ❤️

jay drives when he can't sleep. mia talks when she's nervous. neither of them knows how to say what they actually mean. set in a small town full of gas stations, late-night roads, orange streetlights, and the kind of silence that says too much. this story is basically: slushies emotional repression parking lots two people accidentally becoming important to each other for people who romanticize: rainy windows, old hoodies, music at midnight, diner fries, and sitting in cars feeling strangely devastated for no reason slow burn. weirdly personal dialogue. probably too many traffic lights.

Five people. One shared car. A journey measured not in kilometers, but in silences. What starts as a simple ride slowly turns into a psychological pressure cooker, where past decisions, hidden resentments, and moral contradictions surface. This story is part of Tender Brutality, a collection of psychological short fiction exploring the thin line between civility and collapse.

john is alexander's drug dealer © looking for feedback on this before i publish it on ao3

"She was everything I had dreamt of at night, every prayer of mine ever answered, each breath I took every morning I woke... Still then, I should have known. A dream like her was never mine to keep for a whole lifetime." elliott reminisces of the night he met his wife, maika. how they talked in her kitchen. of everything and nothing all at once. changing the course of their lives forever. that very moment they shared, eternalized. *a short story*

***THIS STORY IS AN OLD VERSION OF A PRESENT NOVEL SERIES I AM WORKING ON. NO CONTENT IN THIS STORY IS CANON TO THE PRESENT TIMELINE. READ DISCLAIMER CHAPTER FOR INFO*** Kingdom Academy was part of my modern universe for The Journal, basically a 1-1 copy of Phoenix Drop High for Aphmau's Mystreet universe. Just like The Journal's main story, Kingdom Academy was never meant to be a written story; it was supposed to be a comic, and I just used the written story as a basis to make the comic's pages. Just like I put in the BTV story, I don't intend to remake this world for The Journal anymore. Teen dramas are overrated anyways.

Driving down LA roads with Lucifer and the Detective as told by their unwilling passengers.

"He's back." Michael looked at him with a pained expression. Jeremy grew confused. If the Squip was truly back he would have known wouldn't he? There had to be some mistake... "Where?" He managed to choke out. "I'm fine, it hasn't been bothering me-" "No no." Michael cut him off. "That's a part of the problem. It's not exactly with you right now." "I don't understand, if he's not with me then where...?" Jeremy trailed off. Michael held his gaze and shakily lifted his hand and pointed to his own head. •~• •~• •~• •~• •~• •~• •~• Jeremy Heere is struggling to cope with the aftermath of the Squip. With his new friends surrounding him, life seems to slowly be going back to normal... or so he thought. Contains: - angst - some fluff Cover made by me, but the artwork used belongs to its respected owner.

There comes a moment when you know that nothing will ever be the same again. For Tony Stark that moment started with a deceptively bland agent breaking into his tower and ended with him taking a suicide dive through a magic portal to blow up an alien army. So, just a regular Tuesday.

A story, loosely based on real life.

Once a year, his past claws its way back into this world to haunt him, and once a year he tries to hide. It always knows where to find him. Half-written for a Halloween contest on Tumblr in 2015, sloppily finished today on my phone. Based on this: On the custom of wearing costumes, Christian minister Prince Sorie Conteh wrote: "It was traditionally believed that the souls of the departed wandered the earth until All Saints' Day, and All Hallows' Eve provided one last chance for the dead to gain vengeance on their enemies before moving to the next world. In order to avoid being recognized by any soul that might be seeking such vengeance, people would don masks or costumes to disguise their identities".

Husk's biggest insecurity with being in a relationship is being cheated on, being left for another. Angel Dust, as part of his contract with Valentino, has to work as a porn star, pole dancer, and a prostitute. There could be a conflict here. Instead, they talk it out. (written for Huskerdust Week 2021)Angel