Notfluff Stories

The Black Parade was never just a performance. A spectator enters the Parade. The ritual notices her. And the story begins to structured in Acts and Scenes, The Cracks in the Black Parade is a descent behind the stage, into the machinery of performance, control, and the moment a narrative stops obeying itself. This is not a retelling. It's what happens when the ritual breaks.

Gokuldham Society remembers Goli Hathi as the loud kid with endless jokes and an even longer appetite. It remembers Sonalika Bhide as the ideal daughter. Disciplined. Brilliant. Untouchable. But growing up changes people in ways nostalgia refuses to admit. When Sonu returns from college, she finds Goli no longer fits the version everyone kept laughing at. He listens now. He understands silence. And with him, she feels something unfamiliar - comfort without expectations. What begins as late conversations and shared understanding slowly turns into something neither of them is allowed to name. Family pressure. Emotional distance. Timing that never aligns. This is not a story about grand confessions or happy endings. It is about almost love. About becoming stronger by losing something gentle. About two people who meant everything to each other - quietly. Because sometimes, the love that changes you the most is the one you never get to keep.

"But Connor, I still love you." Troye pleads, his eyes welling up with tears. My face was drenched as well, and I shake my head heavily, "No, Troye. You don't. Stop lying." ~ Troye and Connor were the cutest couple in the internet. Until Connor saw Troye with another boy. DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A ONE SHOT ONLY. I WILL NOT MAKE THIS INTO A FULL STORY.

One stupid mistake can change everything.

10th graders Maddison Klan and Ali Harkness try to find their way though a life without eachother after Maddison has surgery and everything changes, will Maddison be able to accept the new her, will Ali be able to handle the change and move on? It's a race against time because if things don't start getting better for Maddison her Mom said they would have to move away. (this is a angst bomb and really sad, nobody dies but you really don't catch a break with this one, also it switches POVs between chapters) (Also it's a dream smp AU that I made [yes be proud of me] and this is kinda like ghostboo and tubbo lore so you can tell this is gonna be hella angsty, it doesn't follow exactly but kinda close I would say) (Mostly takes place in the winter)

I know where I am and I hate it. It's dark and quiet here, in the below.

Just a oneshot that I made for an AU where Tommy followed Wilbur to the button room instead of Phil! Just the one part lol. ⚠️!!WARNING!!⚠️ This is somewhat graphic, with death, and theres also slight gaslighting! And cursing

The time is 1877 a plague worst than the back plague has come to us. The world is in chaos, causing people to do drastic measures, but we are focusing on a few people. Austria left on his own, taking care two people that are need of help, but what would happen during their journey?

These stories are gay as fuck.

Collection of Jenlisa one shot.

Aster always goes on late night walks, although this walk doesn't turn out like the others.

His face went slack. "NICO!" I called, shaking him awake. Come on. Please. He started to stir. His eyes, filled with anger, instead of the normal pools of sadness, which were replaced with warmth and happiness after he met me. His face contorted into a wicked smile. This was not the Nico I knew. Not my boyfriend. Something cold and hard gripped my back. A skeleton's bony hand clawed into my skin. "Nico... Please..." I whispered. His face flickered for a second, his eyes filling with sudden panic and warmth, before disappearing again. And with that, my consciousness faded, and I slipped into the shadows. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ None of the Characters (except Anira, and a couple of other extras) belong to me. The worlds of Percy Jackson and Heroes of Olympus belong to the amazing author; Rick Riordan. The storyline is mine though.

Kuroo x Yachi A story about how someone develops a crush on a small skiddish girl named Yachi Hitoka (nickname) Yacchan. But doesn't know how to deal with it read this story to find out if he gets the girl!! ‼️not finished ‼️

At a tribal wedding in South Africa, a man thinks about the woman he loves and the circumstances that have brought them to this point. (Despite the description, not just a cute fluff piece)

Complete radio silence from the league for 3 weeks, broken with a revelation. Not a Google Doc story 💕 Here's my debut story for my new writing after 3 years of silence. enjoy ☺️

It's back, folks. :) Reuploaded, but improved, edited, and finished.

Jiang and Jing Jing were married for seven years, childhood sweethearts who grew into adults moving at different speeds. When Jiang falls into an affair with his ambitious colleague, Amanda, he doesn't plan to leave-until Jing Jing quietly agrees to a divorce without asking him to stay. What Jiang doesn't know is that on the same day she discovers his betrayal, Jing Jing is diagnosed with cancer. Choosing dignity over confrontation, Jing Jing lets him go without explanation, believing love sometimes means stepping aside. It's only when her illness forces them back into each other's orbit-through hospital corridors, recovery rooms, and unspoken truths-that Jiang realizes what he has already lost. As surgery, survival, and regret intertwine, Jiang must face the difference between responsibility and love, while Jing Jing must decide whether trust, once broken at her most vulnerable moment, can ever be rebuilt. This is not a story about reunion. It is a story about timing, fear, and what remains after love has already been tested by truth.