Sadboys Stories

"No one came down here. No one but the loneliest girls and the most agonized boys. Not even the nuns thought to investigate the sounds of moans and cries like leery echoes in the middle of the night. We descended the steps to Hell in anticipation of what we might find, unsurprised when our iridescent faces met with the charming façades of skulls and corpses. We expected them there, patiently waiting for our feathered wings to grow stiff and tired, so that we might hang them on the hooks drilled into the walls and allow ourselves one last night of sin. Except it was never one last night. It was the accumulation of countless nights in an effort to escape an exhausted old thing called reality." (suggestions: read this book with a dark background, to get the full effect of climbing into the five minds of death itself) Start: 12.16.18 End: oo.oo.oo

❝ Jason! Your fucking drunk! ❞ some idiot yelled loudly at the drunk raven-haired boy. ❝ I'm not fucking drunk! fuck off asshole! ❞ the drunken boy cursed loudly as he sits down on the floor as tears stream down his face. ❝ Dude... You're a mess, get up and stop crying, ❞ The person said, chuckling a little at the drunk boy named Jason. ❝ fuck off... Let me cry ❞ Jason mumbled sadly, tears still streaming down, ❝ Drunk on depression... Idiot ❞ {Jordy}

No matter how deep I get in this hole. I managed to survive and live my life. I've always been by myself until I discovered a group of boys that changed my life entirely. I'm not sure it's a good thing I met them but I am happy.

when she texted me all those things i was just the happiest person alive. i needed her. me and my cousin and i swear to god she was all i thought of. around 4am i said fuck it and wrote her a long goodmorning text. i really liked her . i felt awkward the night i met her and on new years i sent her a good morning text when we only met once.... in that one part i remember saying she was the best birthday present ever. at 7 am i passed out and woke up at 1pm.. as i woke up. i wiped my eyes and checked my phone to see if she replyed .. it said " Read ". of course that killed my mood. throughout the whole day i re read the whold text and it kept my spirits up . that night i just said " hey " . (now i know yall thought i bother her , i actually felt like i bothered her). she didnt reply. that night i spent the last 2 minutes of my birthday to think what i did wrong. i woke up at 7 am on January 2nd. me and my cousin were getting ready for this basketball tournament for his church.

These are poems that I've written that I thought would be nice to share.

eve evans is sent away to a boarding school in sweden by her parents due to bad behaviour. she is half swedish half american but was born and raised in sweden so she has the accent but can only slightly speak it. she is moving her things into her new dorm room and recognises lean, who was her childhood bestfriend. they talk for a while, and he introduces her to his friendgroup, sadboys, which are gud, sherman, bladee and himself. eve thinks that sherman is cute and develops a small crush on him. he thinks the same about her but is really awkward around her. eve thinks that he hates her because he won't even look at her or talk to her when she's around but little does she know it's because he gets nervous around her. basically it's just them causing trouble and getting into shit at the boarding school and a lot of things happen along the way.

I pushed myself off the wall and swam to the pedestal to climb up on to, but I couldn't make it far enough. As if every time I swam towards it, it would magically float away. To the point where my exhaustion got the best of me, and made it feel as if the water clasped shackles to my ankles and slowly dragged me down. I tried clawing for something, but nothing was there. All I could see was blue. The payphone was nowhere to be found, nor the pedestal. Just blue. The more I struggled, the more disoriented I got. I flailed my arms and screamed but nothing helped. Things were just getting darker and darker. And in the back of my mind was muffled smooth jazz. As if someone turned a speaker almost all the way down, then smothered it with a pillow. Everything went black. Callon, a laid back music producing teen spends a night covering for his friend at his night shift job in an art exhibit/museum. Is he able to handle things when a certain statue gets out of hand?

i felt like writing these so here we go i guess also i don't own these characters

this basically is still when lean ws doing drugs n stuff n basically i'm js writing off the dome n everything is fictional n none of this is real so don come for me also there's prob gonna b sum writing errors n grammar n punctuation errors so don come for me cuz idrc but if u wan to edit it js message me

after getting shipped off to a boarding school, valerie meets a strange group of swedish kids who take her for the ride of her life.

Just some short story's...... I can't write descriptions -_-

:p sorry this is so all of the place. i just wanted to write about my emotions!

A sad one-shot about a gay couple cute but sad. (May or may not continue)

*Crossposted to AO3* Lando never got over his stupid crush on his last team mate. He can't even see that his new team mate is in love with him. OSCAR POV *Find me on AO3 @princessdeanwinchester <3

boys can be broken-hearted too.

we all have things we are afraid of saying, telling, or even thinking. every word i type with the tips of my fingers, is the truth. everything that hurts my chest, that makes my breathing become heavy and my face pale. that lump in my throat occur once again. - names will be replaced with others - to keep me sane and the others too.

a little note, can go a long way.

A peek at the life of two brothers going through hell.

"Two boys meet only to be driven apart in the end." - Vkook Story

it's boy meets girl story about Niambi and Luthando,and their friends but mostly it's about their love