Situationship Stories

Saiyaara Fan-Fiction. Its an AU movie story based on the same charecters as depicted in trailers and songs. Ahaan Pandey as Sahil Agnihotri. A college super star heartthrob. He is passionate about music and bikes. Extremely privileged, handsome and broody. Aneet Padda as Siya Joshi. She is the college topper, a huge nerd, soft and kind. She is hardworking and from a poor household trying to make it out. *************************** There she stood at the archway, wearing my powder blue shirt-half buttoned, barely hanging on her shoulder, sleeves swallowing her hands. My sunglasses, too big for her face, slipping slightly down her nose. And my guitar, slung across her like she was about to perform an arena show. I blinked. "What..." She strutted in like she owned the place. She pulled off her sunglasses in slow motion, her voice husky and dramatic. "You see, I woke up... and I was him. Sahil freakin' Agnihotri. Guitar-wielding prodigy. Man of mystery. Hair gel connoisseur." I choked on a grape. "Siya." She was swaying like a drunken rockstar, fake-belting notes that didn't exist in any scale, throwing her head back so hard my sunglasses flew off her face and clattered to the ground. I had tears in my eyes from holding in the laughter. I just couldn't take it anymore. She was still hopping around the furniture like an unhinged squirrel, doing a full-blown mockery of my performance from last gig-microphone hand gestures, dramatic hair flips, even the fake broody guitar solo that had the crowd roaring. I chased her across the room, dodging a throw pillow she hurled at me, until I finally caught her mid-bounce and tackled her onto the armchair in a heap of limbs and laughter. She was breathless, still fully in character. "Hey," she panted, her voice deepening into a mock baritone. "Do you want to ride on my big bike? I'll teach you cricket... maybe show you my tattoo..."

ထင်ရှားမဟာ _ situationship ထဲမှာ သွင်းထားတာက ကျွန်တော့်အတွက် အဆင်မပြေဘူး။ စောသွန်းရာ _အကိုအတွက် မင်းက ငယ်လွန်းတယ်

One night. One mistake. One heartbeat that changes everything. When Sierra Fields, a quiet college girl , sneaks into the hottest after party of the year, she expects nothing more than a story to tell her girls. She does not expect Kingston "King" Hale... Brooklyn's rising rap superstar with a voice like sin and a stare that ruins your good judgment. What starts as a flirtatious moment turns into a reckless, unforgettable night neither of them is supposed to remember.

The students are in their third and final years of UA High School. Neito Monoma's finally changed, but he has to convince everyone else that he has... maybe even himself, too. There's so much to Monoma that no one sees. Secrets are revealed, masks are shattered, but maybe there might just be some light in this dark situation. Will Monoma let Shinso love him, or is he too scared his deadly secrets will get in the way? Oh, the thrill of a double life.

Kace posted one picture. That's it. A cute angle, good lighting, nothing serious. Until everyone else decided it was serious. Now her best friend is blowing up her phone, her notifications won't stop, and the one tiny detail in the background of the photo is suddenly the only thing anyone can talk about. Kace swears it wasn't that deep. But she also knows she shouldn't have posted it. Best friends don't do this. But apparently... Kace does. It was supposed to be nothing. So why does it feel like the beginning of something she can't control? BFDDT SCHEDULE- MON-FRI 🗓️ (new chapters)

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, two boys will need to overcome their differences, as well as their fears. ❝𝓑𝗨𝗧 𝓘𝘛 𝗪𝕬𝓢 𝓨𝗢𝖀 𝗦𝓞 𝑰 𝓦𝑨𝗦 𝖂𝗜𝑻𝓗 𝗜𝑻, 𝓣𝗛𝗘𝙉 𝑻𝗢 𝙏𝗘𝘓𝘓 𝓨𝗢𝖀 𝓣𝗛𝑬 𝓣𝗥𝗨𝑻𝙃 𝓦𝗜𝗦𝐇 𝑵𝗘𝗩𝗘𝕽 𝓓𝗜𝘋 𝓘𝗧. ❞ "𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙢 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙪' 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙'𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙚𝙣' 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩. 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨' 𝙢𝙚 𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪." 𝑶𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝓒𝘈𝘓𝘓𝘌𝘋: "𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇."

Sharvya did the one thing every sane, emotionally stable adult swears they'll never do - she fell in love with a boy who couldn't even commit to a Netflix show properly. Okay, fine, not a big deal. Except she loved him like he was a whole religion... and he treated feelings like they were seasonal allergies. But wait, there's more... The day she finally walks away (yes, walks, not dragged, not pushed, WALKS), the boy who never cared suddenly becomes the brand ambassador of "Please Don't Leave Me". Too late, sweetheart. Sharvya leaves anyway. And while other girls cry into pillows or stalk in 4K, she does something far more dangerous: she writes a book about it. And here's the real problem, the more she writes, the more the truth shows up uninvited, Silence, Ego, Memory, Love... all turning into characters with their own attitude issues. Now Sharvya has to survive college, roommates, heartbreak hangovers, and a narrator who comments on her choices like he's reviewing a bad reality show. She's trying to heal, grow, glow, and maybe not burn the hostel kitchen this time. But letting go of a love that almost was? Yeah. That's messier than her tote bag. Sharvya definitely needs assistance here. Preferably from someone who isn't the boy she left behind.

Some situationships last too long. Sometimes they last so long that when the one who daily considers walking away, actually leaves then that is the end of a story. Well until less than a year later baby is found on a doorstep and the person (male) who has never tried to really know you, expects you to turn up and when you don't he takes it to his own hands but the results may not be what he expected. The woman he didn't claim has healed herself and is more guarded. So what should he do ? Finally try to really woo her or give up and let go?

A playful, slow-burn situationship anthem about two people who aren't together-but aren't exactly apart either. With flirty tension, soft boundaries, and "we're chill" energy, the song captures that almost-romantic stage where everything feels cute, confusing, and a little addictive. It's sweet, modern, and perfect for anyone living in the "not your boo, but kinda are" era.

One week home. One boy she never forgot.

All the boys sat on the couch in the living room. It was saturday and they had a sleepover at Minhos house. "Ha, Minho you lost!" Changbin laughed as he won over Minho again. "Now you gotta dress like a girl for the rest of the night!" He dared. "Never." Minho answered coldly. "You lost! Dude come on. Please?..." Changbin protested. "Alright, fine. But if i see anybody takinng a picture and posting there done for!" Minho said. All the boys just nodded. Minho walked to his older sisters room and took oone of her dresses that was too big so it would fit him better. He put on a wig and some lipstick like his sister teached him. He walked out to the living room again, looking a bit grumpy. All the boys started laughing as Minho walked out to them again. Everyone but... Jisung? Based on the song Andrew in drag! TW: Hanknow/ Switch. (JK) Short chapthers! Start: 4/12-25 All rights reserved, please do not copy or translate without my permisson!

𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮. 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚. 𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙙 - 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙡. They said love was pure. They lied. It tempts. It burns. It devours everything it touches. And when the smoke clears, only the sinners remain- clutching what's left of their devotion... and their guilt. Because some loves don't heal. They haunt.

Zalia is a 25-year-old Aussie girl. Her dream is to travel the world and live in a coastal town, going swimming every few hours. But she's not sure if her dream will ever come true, because she's got a steady career in modelling, and can't afford to travel or leave, because she just signed a contract with Calvin Klein. So she's in London, modelling for them. That's where the mysterious stranger and she first meet. One day, on the tube, when she's running late to her shoot, a guy dressed in streetwear has a conversation with her. She thinks they'll never meet again, but keeps bumping into him at random places. But little does she know, this mysterious stranger is Central Cee.

Bea Frost fell for a boy who existed half in real life and half in her imagination. She filled in his silences with meaning. Turned his mixed signals into promises. Wrote him into something bigger than he ever intended to be. Bea is forced to face the hardest truth of all: Sometimes the person who breaks your heart... is the version of them you made up. With humor, honesty, and a whole lot of heart, Bea begins rewriting her story - this time with herself at the center. Messy. Romantic. Heart-achingly real. For anyone who's loved the idea of someone more than the person themselves.

Romance couldn't be further from the field of science, or so they thought. But in reality, they are intertwined: more specifically, love and the theory of relativity. Apparently, time does not feel the same for every person. One person's definition of slow is not the same as another's. Read to find out how Ana and Ryder dabble in this science as they navigate college, work, and of course - heartbreak.

We don't talk. We don't follow each other. But he's always there-two steps ahead in the hallway, one glance too long in class. He acts like he doesn't care. I act like I never did. And yet... we both hesitate, like the silence between us means something. This isn't a love story. A real-life bad WiFi, shared classrooms, and zero confessions. He's 19. I'm 17 - legally . We don't make sense-except when we do. Or maybe... this is what "almost" feels like. Based on a true story. (Unfortunately.)

TUCKER PILLSBURG & ELARA FRANCES QUINN were once Hollywood's best-kept secret-rumored lovers turned strangers. Now he's moved on with Frances, but Elara can't forget the nights they swore it meant nothing.

BOTH SEASONS MENTIONED Nevermore Academy has always been a place of secrets, but none as quiet-or as dangerous-as the ones that bloom in the silence between two roommates. One thrives in sunlight, the other seeks comfort in shadows. They are opposites in every possible way, and yet, in late-night conversations, fleeting touches, and words that linger longer than they should, something begins to grow. It's a slow unraveling-an exploration of walls built too high, of signals half-understood, of the fragile thread between devotion and denial. What starts as coincidence becomes a pattern. What begins as comfort turns into tension. And what should have been ordinary friendship refuses to stay in the dark. This is a story about the quiet moments that change everything, and the dangerous beauty of falling for someone you were never supposed to.

After weeks of chatting online, you arrive on Adrian's doorstep unannounced. Now you two navigate life together as friends, partners in crime, and something more. Critiques and comments appreciated! My first ever fic, so suggestions welcome!

in which your volleyball addicted situationship refuses to put a label on your relationship; tobio kageyama x fem!reader