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'He knew all my secrets, except one; that i'm in love with him.' |911| |male oc x eddie diaz|

𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. Cindy Johnson hates Nancy Wheeler. The feeling is mutual.

In a world of humanoid insects and arachnids,we follow the love story between 2 Moths of the the classic Sun x Moon love story and also named Sun and Moon The 2 are college students both taking fashion, childhood friends that stayed close together and only grown closer But a border is set between them as Moon can't love Sun, you wanna know why? They're both boys!! Moon's conservative family could never allow,leaving tricky boundaries and rules in place for the 2 Could they fall in love? Or will they forever mourn for each other, hoping for a change or another life Trigger Warning!!!: -slurs -internalized homophobia -S/H -sexual topics -substance abuse/usage -Assault -stalking -harassment

† When the world turned thirteen, it came to an end. Many girls experience this transition, but for Cecelia, it happened in the most flesh-biting cruel ways. Trapped at home with her mother, they head to the local church, but only one of them makes it. There, Cecelia is fortunate to find her uncle and stays with him until a certain group enters their lives and brings misery and a familial comfort. - s5, found family, religious themes, -

follows Mila, a girl trapped between devotion and desire, guilt and rebellion. Raised to walk the righteous path, she finds herself drawn to Raven-a reckless, magnetic force who lives for the music, the moment, and nothing else. As their world swirls with late-night games, vinyl records, and whispered confessions, Mila teeters on the edge of sin and salvation. How far will she go before she loses herself completely?

The summer of 1985 felt like it could've lasted forever. The heat stuck to their skin like secondhand smoke-the kind Beomgyu's father left behind on the porch swing. Radios buzzed with old rock songs, tires cracked on dusty roads, and the scent of asphalt hung thick in the air. Time moved slow in their town, like molasses. Yeonjun hated it. Hated how everyone knew everything. Hated the way people smiled too sweet in grocery stores yet gossiped like knives. Hated how being different was something you instantly had to hide before you even understood what it meant. But Beomgyu... he made the summer feel alive. He was trouble wrapped in denim and sun-kissed hair, all lazy grins and scraped knees from climbing fences. His laugh was loud, shameless-the kind that turned heads. And Yeonjun couldn't stop watching him. Even when he tried. They weren't supposed to be friends. Yeonjun was the good son-the quiet one who kept his uniform neat. Beomgyu was the cautionary tale-wild, raised by a mom who never came home sober, or happy. But boredom or fate or something softer pulled them together. It started the day Beomgyu caught Yeonjun sketching him during detention. "You're either extra bored or real obsessed," he said, squinting with a grin. Yeonjun flushed red. Beomgyu just laughed. "Relax. I'd draw me too." Something started after that. Not quite friends, Just simply.. something. stolen glances during church even when Yeonjun knew Beomgyu never really paid attention, that Beomgyu just spent most of his time in church rebelling secretly till he got caught, staring at yeonjun, or spacing out shamelessly. secret meetups in abandoned train stations under the darkened skies. hangouts at the skate park when it was a little less packed, just so they could feel free to.. be themselves, without judgment. he knew they weren't supposed to really be associated like this with eachother at all, tho.. he found himself returning back to that area under the stairs often eitherway

The shift between childhood and teenage years is a harsh and brutal one. For example, If I was asked at five years old how much water was in the glass, I would of told you confidently that it was half full. If I was asked at fourteen years old how much water was in the glass, I would have confidently told you it was half empty. helloooo guys, this is honestly for practice and for fun. It may take me a while to produce chapters, but so far i have introduced the story which is about to unfold. i hope you enjoy xxx

Nathan had been in battle for what felt like eternity. He missed David, he missed his sister, and he missed life how if was before. Before the war was great. Oh how he yearned to go back to it. AKA A character I made on the spot yearning in the mid 1800's over his married boyfriend. He might also be in active war

Six years ago, Robin Buckley chose fear over love and left Hawkins without ever telling Vickie the truth. Chicago was supposed to fix her. Instead, it gave her six years of loneliness, shame, and unsent apologies. When Steve invites her back home-and tells her Vickie will be there-Robin is forced to confront the past she's been running from, the woman she never stopped loving, and the truth about herself she can no longer avoid.

Six Weeks in July is a story about heat, heartbreak, and the kind of love that never really leaves you. Every July, B is sent from the city to the country-a place full of sun-bleached roads, quiet guilt, and Elijah Jameson: the preacher's son with stormy green eyes and a secret carved deep in his chest. Last summer, something happened between them. Now, with just six weeks to burn, they fall back into each other's orbit. Slowly. Messily. Desperately. But faith, family, and the past still haunt every moment. And in a town that forgives everything but the truth, their love might be the one sin they can't hide.

"You think I don't know this is wrong?" he murmured, voice just above a whisper. "You think I don't hate the way I feel when you look at me like I'm a mistake waiting to happen?" Taehyung flinched but Jungkook only stepped closer. "But I'd still drag you into hell with me, Taehyung. Gladly. Because I'd rather burn beside you than live untouched without you." Taehyung opened his mouth to speak but Jungkook didn't let him. "You belong to me. Not because I deserve you, fuck, I probably don't. But because I need you. And that's the ugliest, truest thing I've ever said." "And still," he whispered, stepping closer until there was barely any space left between them, "if hell had a place for people like me, I'd drag you there with me. Clawing, screaming, breaking and I wouldn't let go." His eyes were glassy, furious. "Because you belong to me. Even if God doesn't approve. Even if I don't. Even if I fucking choke on it every night." Taehyung swallowed hard but Jungkook leaned in, just enough to let the words fall like a curse against his lips. "You're the one thing I can't pray away." There was a pause. The silence between them buzzed like electricity, heavy with everything unsaid. "So run, hate me, scream all you want," Jungkook whispered, "But don't you dare pretend you're not already mine." ✯Taekook✯

Evelyn Smith considers every day she survives at her Mormon school and with her Mormon parents and seven siblings a successful day. Her only goal is to try and cosplay the perfect Mormon daughter for her parents. And she's content with that, as long as she has her best friend Hannah by her side. The two met when they were little kids and have been joined at the hip ever since, and Evelyn can't imagine life without her. She mourns the fact everyday that one day she will have to find a way to love a boy more than she loves Hannah. But eventually she learns that maybe she doesn't have too.

Alex is 17, gay, and living his best life. Except for one thing: he hasn't told his parents yet. Or, the aftermath of Alex coming out to his parents with some religious guilt dabbled in.

how can an instrument tuned in the wrong way sound so right?

Keys lives by the rules she was raised with. Angel knows by none of them. When a year-long project binds them together, what begins as simple partnership starts to a little too much like forbidden fruit. Between sleepless nights, language lessons and nosy friends, they soon learn that heaven might not just be a place waiting for them. It might somewhere they find, if they're brave enough to stay.

No friends. No freedom. And absolutely no boys. Eric was never supposed to happen; a metalhead with brown eyes and a life that exists far outside church walls. Loving him means secrecy, guilt, and the constant fear of being caught. But when Beatrice's parents leave town for the weekend, the two finally believe they've been given a rare gift: time. Or so they think... And some secrets don't stay hidden forever.

Two rock musicians, Eden and Iris, one local and one global, fall in love.

A work inspired by people affected by religious trauma. Dedicated to the aforementioned people and the self-labeled "Christians". ~ Always told to follow the Bible. Always told to do exactly as it says. Always told to avoid what people deem sinful. Always told to watch closely for traps. Is it wrong for one to be oneself? Is it wrong to ask? Is it wrong to doubt? Unfortunate people. Merely listening to the teachings of a pastor, made to be nothing more than blind followers, their tithes buying forgiveness and salvation. Dictating others to do the same; to abandon their curiosity to know more, to abandon all common sense, and focus on God. And with them their victims. Unfortunate people. Slapped and spanked with a stick, calling it discipline. Shunned and ostracized from the community, deeming them sinful. The poor outcasts. The poor lost people. Won't anyone hear our pleas? Won't anyone console us, reassure us, be there for us? Lost in the dark. We're used to it now. As we look back to the church, still unchanging, we wonder, "Is this the God we're supposed to love?" Which is scarier, the horrors of the world or the horrors of the "church"?

In a city where heroes fly and villains burn, Ren just wants to breathe. Juggling too many jobs and too many secrets, Ren, a trans man haunted by his father's villain legacy, spends his nights barely scraping by and his days writing journal entries no one will ever read. But when a quiet man with green eyes and a shadowed past returns his stolen wallet, Ren's life begins to twist into something far more dangerous than exhaustion. Sy isn't just a pub manager. He's not even Sy. And the more Ren learns, the closer he gets to the truth behind the Raven, the masked revolutionary who's shaking the foundations of the Hero Society itself. As Skyhaven unravels in sirens, surveillance, and sparks of rebellion, Ren must decide what it means to survive: to run, to hide, or to finally be seen, even if the whole world is watching.