Lgbtqiapn Stories

He was supposed to be the inexperienced one, so why did it feel like Taehyung was the one who was scared? Jungkook begins to wonder if being treated like something delicate is just another way of being loved less. It's driving him crazy. If Taehyung wants him so much... why doesn't he kiss him? Properly?

Steve Harrington e Sarah Taylor eram melhores amigos na escola, quando a escola pega fogo, mas ninguém morre, os alunos são divididos em 15 escolas diferentes, Sarah vai para "Charles School", mas conhecida como "New York" pelo os alunos. Steve, por sua vez, adquiriu traumas, nn que Sarah nn tenha tido, ela teve MUITOS traumas mas não tinha escolhe de ir ou não para a escola, mas Harrington tinha e ficou 4 anos sem ir pra escola, voltou quando tinha 17 anos e Sarah tinha 16... mas.... onde entra Edward Munson nessa história??

In a Uberaba that seems suspended in time, Hermite lives among silences and memories, in the company of jigsaw puzzles that are never completed and an emptiness that only grows. Upon finding an old handkerchief, he is transported to the courtyards of his university youth - where friends, affections, and a love that could never be named still reside. In this poetic and melancholic tale, Luís Gustavo da Conceição Galego weaves together memory, time, and unspoken desire, crafting a narrative about belonging, aging, and the solitude of those who carry stories that were never allowed to be told.

No primeiro ano do ensino médio, cinco adolescentes enfrentam as descobertas e desafios que marcam a passagem da juventude. Rayza não acredita no amor. Guilherme sonha com ele. Larissa vê beleza até onde o mundo não enxerga. Thomas carrega marcas do abandono. E Matheus ainda não sabe quem é. Entre amizades, paixões e incertezas, eles vão descobrir que a juventude não pede perfeição, pede coragem.

uma história com uma enorme reviravolta

Cauã Maranhão, a 37-year-old doctor from the Lower Amazon - Santarém, Pará - grew up between riverbanks and enchantments. The son of an Indigenous father and a riverside mother, he was raised in a community where life was woven between the visible and the invisible, between human medicine and the whispers of the dead. Since birth, he has carried the sensitivity to see and feel what others ignore. Little by little, he learned to balance two worlds - the physical and the spiritual - with a quiet sense of duty, never romanticizing the burden of being a bridge. Now living in Belém for the past four years, he splits his time between providing medical care to vulnerable communities and investigating supernatural phenomena that accumulate in the forgotten corners of the city. But nothing prepares him for the return of death's voices when he steps inside the old Santa Casa de Misericórdia - a deactivated hospital where children still cry out for help. And it is there that he meets Michel W. Lacerda - a criminal lawyer, elegant, skeptical, and haunted for as long as he can remember. Michel tries to control what he doesn't understand with sarcasm, medication, and distance. But upon meeting Cauã, he realizes that what he's always tried to silence may, in fact, need to be heard. There is something about the doctor - his steady presence, his peculiar way of existing in the world, his silences heavy with meaning - that draws Michel in and disarms him. Together, they embark on an investigation that involves entities trapped between worlds, forgotten rituals, and the marks left behind by lives cut short. As they uncover the past of Santa Casa, an unexpected bond begins to form between them. Cauã tries to maintain focus and boundaries - he's always needed structure to avoid losing himself to chaos - but Michel is not the kind to accept closed doors for long.

Bem, acho que todos sabem disso. Mas se não sabem vão saber: Alice de Albuquerque Pimentel está desaparecia a mais de uma semana. Depois de eu ter ficado "meio" bêbado no terraço da escola com mais três amigos e ver minha irmã sendo hospitalizada por causa de uma alergia, ela sumiu.

Essa fan fic eu criei com inspiração na música She Likes a Boy da Nxdia.

Eles se amavam. Mas apenas o amor, não os salvou. Eles se evitavam, se provocavam, trocavam farpas como se competissem para ver quem suportava menos o outro. Amigos em comum sabiam: colocá-los no mesmo ambiente era garantia de brigas. a forma inesperadamente sincera com que Lucas falou com ele pela primeira vez. Nada de ironias, nada de disputas que soou mais humano do que ele esperava Naquela noite, entre decisões impensadas, erros que não podiam mais ser corrigidos e verdades duras demais para encarar, os dois selaram o próprio destino. Não foi um acidente. Não foi azar. Foi consequência. "A Noite em que Lucas e Fernando Morreram" é uma fanfic sobre amor, juventude e as escolhas que nos marcam para sempre. Uma história trágica sobre amadurecimento, brigas entre escolas e relacionamento homoafetivo.

Sobre mensagens nunca lidas, um coração partido e uma esperança incessante. ''- Eu te esperarei o tempo que for preciso, pois sei que o meu amor por ti é o bastante.'' Tudo se inicia por influência do destino, que por ironia é o responsável por estragar tudo

Where an exchange of glances becomes something more, but just for one night. • Also on Ao3!

Max Mayfield is about to repeat a school year and hates to think that this might be just another consequence of the end of her last relationship. Meanwhile, Jane Hopper feels lonely and out of place in the small town of Hawkins, which is why her greatest wish is to leave forever. Two people with different goals end up crossing paths, and their plans change completely. NOTES: • Originally writen in Portuguese and posted in 2023. • This story is my original work, and I do not allow adaptations. • The cover art is NOT mine. Credits to the artist.