Noromanticrelationships Stories

Tommy craves physical touch. The platonic touches with his family and friends mean nothing less than the world to him. He finds himself struggling though, conflicted on if he should feel so deeply for people. But the touches mean 'I love you' so how else will he say something so important? DNI if you are a mcyt anti or ship Wilbur and Tommy! THIS IS ALL PLATONIC LOVE AND I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY WEIRD COMMENTS. I WILL NOT HESITATE TO KICK YOUR KNEECAPS IN (in a videogame, in a videogame...) Anyways... Cover art isn't mine! (@Arror_ on Twitter.com) Feel free to leave any constructive criticism as a comment or correct my spelling! I really appreciate feedback, just don't be mean! Thank you for reading!! Also posted on AO3.

I hate timezones and unscheduled parties so much, because what do you mean I missed a party with so much lore that was at 1am? Gosh, I was sleeping like the dead at that hour. Anyways, I do have a friend who didn't hold back on telling me what happened while I wasn't there, glorious I must admit, but painful. Not fluff, more like angst maybe, but it does have a somewhat happy ending >_< Probably a One-shot because I don't know what to add.... unless :3.. Not canon compliant, out of character probably, basically just what I wished would have happened, or what I wish WILL happen, because God, just stop fighting. (Actually don't, I like the story AND drama.)

"I cannot let the past define me, my strength is just an illusion, my calm is hiding a raging storm, do not mistake my "innocence" for arrogance. " I am a girl with many secrets, I tell many lies. But I do hold some truth, some kindness, though what little may be left I do not know. I am a shadow of who I was, fading away, being forgotten. With dead comrades and missing family, a heavy heart and sharp tongue. I march on. And on. What lies ahead I never know. I only know, it will be worse then what I left behind... Who, I left behind. !!Disclaimer! I only own Haru and her plot!!

Basically Tommy is stressed out and keeps forgetting to take care of himself. After a call with Wilbur they plan to hang out together and take a much needed break at Wilbur's apartment. (This is just a short one-shot that I probably won't add to.) TW: Just swearing (let me know if I missed anything) DNI if you are a mcyt anti or ship Wilbur and Tommy! THIS IS ALL PLATONIC LOVE AND I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY WEIRD ASS COMMENTS. I WILL PUNT YOU SO FAR INTO THE SUN IF YOU DO(in a videogame). Ahem, anyways... Cover art isn't mine! Feel free to leave any constructive criticism as a comment or correct my spelling! Just don't be a dick okay, I can't handle much lol. Thank you for reading!! Also posted on AO3.

Everything was going well for Harry. Voldemort had been defeated, he was freshly out of the auror training program, he'd been becoming friends with Draco, he was dating Ginny again, and he had a fairly good social life. He was finally content for the first time in years. Of course, that is when everything typically goes wrong for Harry. A mishap with a time-turner sends him back to his first year at Hogwarts. With no idea how to get back, and no idea how badly he could mess up his own past, he finds himself doing his best to repeat his past. Only problem is there's so much he wants to change. *cover image not mine, it belongs to alek.dar on Instagram* *Characters belong to JK Rowling, I do not own Harry Potter* TW: mentions of PTSD/Anxiety in this fic - please be safe y'all!

Marshall Marigold is just a normal teenage boy, who just goes to school, has a home of his own, and also have ghosts as housemates in his own home, and- wait... WHAT (it's kind of a paranormal x slice of life thing I think...)

All he remembered was blinding light and indescribable pain. It felt like a thousand knives stabbing him, piercing on all that made him up. A burning pain that ripped away both his conscious mind and body. Leaving him in the more familiar darkness. Continuously falling with no end. He fell and fell and kept falling. And then he was back in the summoning room and heard HIS voice again. "Alright Joey, I'm here. Let's see if we can find what you wanted me to see."

"Yeah right, and I'm a duck, quack quack bitch," the doppelganger snarks back, "you don't seem to have heard my question, though last I checked we both speak fluent Japanese, so I'll repeat myself for your shitty ass ears: Who the fuck are you and which asshole sent you after me?" The store attendant chooses that moment to find them facing off against each other in the shoe aisle of the mall. The poor soul promptly drops the boxes he had been holding and just books it. A murmur of "Nope, nope, nope, nope-" can be heard under his breath as he makes a dash in, presumably, the direction of the exit. ________________________ images in cover from https://www.pinterest.com/pin/23362491807869639/ and https://www.pinterest.com/pin/652459064766234106/ working link in the comments of the first chapter The title is from the song Raging on a Sunday by Bhones

"Why am I here?" He asks out loud. Again, no one hears. He's then reminded of the deafening silence of the world. The solemn loneliness of the rolling hills stretches farther than the eye can see with no signs of human interference. These hills were his only company. He'd never seen the world outside his own bubble of youth. The emptiness of it all... it was shattering. Tommy had never been alone before. // TW! // originally posted on my AO3 and decided to put it here too :)) Original post: I have more stuff there and you can put requests on my request book or whateva https://archiveofourown.org/users/Somebody_Says_Something/works

"Why didn't you call home?" the Red Hood is scolding him, bizarrely making his head spin with how unreal everything suddenly seems. "Why didn't you call Dad? You've been missing for three days and he is losing his mind―he thinks you've been kidnapped again―everyone has been pulling double runs all over the city trying to find you! You fucking disappeared! Seriously, Baby Bird, give us one good reason why we shouldn't drag your ass back home right now and have Dad bench you until the end of all days!?" The two vigilantes are staring at him equal parts furious and equal parts relieved, but there must be some kind of mistake, because: "Who is Tim?"

- gluttony's brother > m!reader > no romantic relationships but it's favourable towards mammon © any art showcased in this book are NOT mine, unless stated so. + dont like, dont read! simple as that. started : 260922 ended : ??

As he stared blankly at the ceiling, reliving that day, he could only think, "I could have done so much more" Wilbur knows he could've- no should have done more to prevent it. If he had just done things differently it wouldn't have turned out this way. He shouldn't have snuck out that night. He should've just stayed home with them He should have picked up the phone He should have at least said goodbye But he didn't, and it was far too late now. Or, After his mother dies in an accident, Wilbur blames himself, and can't seem to move on from her death, But when he meets a kid named Tommy at work, things start to get better. 'Also posted on ao3!' My user is 'Tsuki_notfound'!

He's just trying to pay his rent so he decides to deliver pizza, and shit goes down from that point. First of all.. his customers get more than a little weird, but that doesn't matter, since shit, he's getting paid (Minho-centric + originally posted on Ao3 with the same title) (Has lots of swearing lolz)

technoblade, a piglin hybrid in a prejudiced, bigoted world is left to his own devices, a dime, and a sword after his home, a small, old shed caves in on its self during a thunderstorm. wonderful, considering the fact that he had just been rejected moments ago. never say things can't get worse, kids. never allow the universe to prove you wrong.

Tommy talks to Wilbur after a suicide attempt. He knows now, he will be alright. This is a sequel to 'Not Yet", please read that first! But this could also be read stand alone if you so desire. (This sequel fic was requested by quakl_ on Wattpad, so thank you for giving me motivation XD.) TW: Mentions of a Suicide Attempt, Mentions of Overdose, Panic Attacks DNI if you are a mcyt anti or ship Wilbur and Tommy! THIS IS ALL PLATONIC LOVE AND I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY WEIRD COMMENTS. I WILL NOT HESITATE TO SACRIFICE YOU TO THE BLOOD GOD (in a videogame....? :D ) Anyways... Cover art isn't mine! (@dumbasscoffe) Feel free to leave any constructive criticism as a comment or correct my spelling! Just don't be a dick okay, I can't handle much lol. Thank you for reading!! Also posted on AO3.

This an archive of DeathlyJazzHands55's work, done with their permission. This was made because they were going to delete it, and i figured that would be a shame. Below it the original description [Written in Tribute to Alexander/Technoblade. May he rest in peace.] [Rewrite of The Pig, The Mask, and The Slayers] Two very dangerous, very powerful, and very chaotic individuals escape a prison that shouldn't have been possible to escape from. Now they're stuck in a new world, by choice, to escape the manhunt that had broken out in The Greater Dreamlands after their unexpected escape. Or... Dream and Technoblade escape from Pandora's Vault and find themselves isekai'd, by choice, in the world of Demon Slayer. Chaos Ensues.

If a zombie apocalypse happened when you were in school, what HELP WON'T COME MORE LIKE I NEED HELP WARNINGS: MENTION OF BLOOD TEENAGERS /J DESCRIPTION OF GORE CURSING YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTERS ARE PROBABLY DYING

First Name: Nagisa Surname: Fukorine Quirk:Monster(Pokemon)'Control'/ Pokemon Trainer Quirk Description: Nagisa can make balls(pokeballs)to capture the ferocious beasts known as Monsters,which she prefers to call 'Pokemon'.She can create special 'Items' to heal or effect Monsters in some way.She has a special aura around her that attracts all non-human, non-animal creatures towards her.She can also communicate with Monsters,and has an interdimensional Storage where she keeps caught Monsters and Items.One last part is that she can summon any Monster in the world to appear in front of her.She can also tame wild Mons(and non-human, non-animal creatures) to put them under her control, and can heal them like Yellow from the manga. This story's Items are the same from all the Pokemon games.Got this idea from Flaws by Dumbki Kaminari.Artwork or pictures in here do not belong to me.May contain Kiribaku, tododeku and erasermic.I don't own pokemon or bnha,just creating a fanfic. By Queenofcrossovers01.Peace. I made the cover! Pictures used to make the cover aren't mine, but I drew the bunny ears on the hero.

He's one of the last ones there, Scarra, Lily, Michael and Toast all ended school a week earlier and Poki, Rae and Sykkuno always had shorter school days. Corpse is unsure if these are their real names, but it doesn't really seem to matter. To him, he's more Corpse than he is anything else. He's come close to forgetting his real name during these summers. Or: the OTV and Friends childhood summer fic I wrote during Rae, Corpse and Sykkuno's streams. DISCLAIMER: This fic is based on each persons online persona, but if anyone mentioned in this fic is uncomfortable with the content or fan fiction itself, I will take this down immediately. The comfort of real people comes first. If anyone says or has said that they don't want fan fiction about themselves and I somehow missed this announcement, please dm me and I will take down this fic. Enjoy :)