histórias de Sadboys

s a d b o y s just started hanging out and eventually, falling in love (?)

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

a little note, can go a long way.

i know this wont get reads but im okay with that

In 1967 a lot is changing. The constant battle for peace and equality. The war that seems to have no end, but battles aren't always over seas or taken in the streets. Sometimes they are within people, Steve and Bucky seem to be fighting a lot of those battles. I don't own any of these characters.

Just a recollection of thoughts put into words and whatnot :]

not sure where this is going to go but enjoy as i figure it out on the way #1 lean- 5/2/2021 #1 sadboys- 6/22/2021 #1 gud- 7/3/2021

❝ 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}

This isn't a story about falling in love. Not exactly. Laskar is a quietly unraveling philosophy student with seven failed relationships, a secret poetry folder, and no plans to let anyone past his carefully curated detachment. Alma is a gap-year survivor who photographs the aftermath of things instead of people. She's not looking to be seen-especially not by someone who might understand her silence too well. They meet at the second-to-last table in a café that's about to disappear. A place built from mismatched mugs, flickering lights, and the kind of quiet you don't realize you need until someone else holds it too. Between static-filled glances, shared chargers, old Polaroids, and a poem that was never meant to be read aloud, two strangers start to rewrite what it means to be known. Because some stories don't need fireworks. Just a second draft.

Este es el fanfic de Andra y Sofia. instagram de la escritora: @saturnjdr. Personajes reales, nombres de instagram: @4ndrv @fia_desu.

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

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

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.

Sirius wake up on the beach, not in after-life. He made new friend there. For my friend Isys Luna Skeeter. Inspired by fanfic: Under the Veil by poplasia

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

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?

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

*Six of Crows Spoilers* Ya'll know those two farmboys who get conned out of their money and then they get firepox and then one of them dies and the other becomes a gang lieutenant with a fear of emotional and physical intimacy ? Yeah I wrote about those two It's pretty cute ngl and sad It's a hypothetical way that Jordie hypothetically reacted after seeing the coffeeshop empty. It's only unrealistic bc Jordie seems too immature to be that in touch w his emotions so --- cover art credit: @polarts_ on instagram character & original storyline credit: Leigh Bardugo, Author of Six of Crows story inspired by Six of Crows characters & plotline

scared to lose another beloved flower;because that's what they do? Abandoned each other till leaves break off

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.