Traumabonding Stories

Soo...... This is a losers club groupchat fic Idk guys- I recently watched 'it', and kinda maybe got a bit obsessed (stranger things is still the main hyperfixtation) This will definitely be very gay!! And chaotic And silly

He was never mine. But he made me feel like I was the only one that mattered until he disappeared behind silence, distance, and the same excuses I used to believe were love. He's my older brother's best friend. We kissed when weren't suppose to, touched like we weren't supposed to, and then moved on like it never happened. But nothing really ended. Not in my dreams. Not in my mind. And definitely not in my heart. Now I'm older, wiser... but every time he reappears, I start all over again. No titles. No promises. Just tension, unfinished moments, and questions I keep answering with my body. Based on true events. Names changed. Feelings weren't. This is still happening. I just needed somewhere to put it.

She: Hey, I am Riha. A girl who sucks with mentale balance. I don't know what i have but i know there is something. Something everyone is hiding, keeping from me. While trying to fit in and cope with my life a boy crosses my path. A boy who looks right through me. The gentle type to everyone but not to me. His rage will hunt me to places i don't want to be. Him: I am a loner and i am proud of it. Living my life with the motto YOLO, you will think i am a chilled and funny guy to be around with. But no. The rage is lurking under my skin, waiting to get attached.

In the cold vacuum between the fall of the Republic and the rise of a Rebellion, two monsters are forged in the Emperor's shadow. Galen Marek is the Sith Lord's best-kept secret. Raised in the dirt and the dark, he is Vader's "Starkiller"-a volatile living weapon designed to hunt the last of the Jedi and pave the way for a coup against the throne. Mara Jade is the Emperor's Hand. Cold, precise, and utterly devoted, she is the scalpel to Galen's sledgehammer. She moves through the high courts of the galaxy, believing her service is the only thing that gives her life meaning. When their missions collide over a secret that could dismantle the Empire, the Emperor decides to play a final, cruel game: he sets his two most loyal hounds against one another to see which will break first. But as their blades clash from the neon underworld of Nar Shaddaa to the ruins of ancient temples, a forbidden Force bond begins to flicker. In each other's eyes, they don't see an enemy-they see a mirror. To choose one another is more than just a romance; it is the ultimate act of high treason. In a galaxy ruled by fear, love is the only rebellion they have left.

"After everything, you're... one of the few things that actually feels real." In 2030, the sky cracked open. By 2040, Earth belongs to the Biopods. In the present, 2049, humanity has mostly given up, trying to survive through this broken world. They arrived as silent meteorites, egg-shaped monoliths that burrowed into the Earth. At first, humanity thought they were dormant. But they weren't. Each Biopod is a living factory: it devours biological matter-humans, animals, forests-and reconfigures it into cold, sentient machines. The machines they make vary, adapting to terrain, resistance, and resource availability. They don't just kill. They convert. Matthew Riots, gunner from the Frontline, no longer wishing to fight, left the Frontline for Zeta. There he reunited with his sister, living out their quiet lives. But no peace truly exists in a world full of Biopods. Zeta fell, he and his sister completely lost contact. Promising to keep surviving no matter what, Matthew journeyed to the promised land of Athena. The story of Rust And Stardust gives us insights on what little humanity is left in the apocalypse. A story focusing on the theme of family, love and human's connection. In a broken world where survival is a luxury, will our main character finally find peace and happiness again?

For those who believe in that two souls in love can never be seperated 𓍯𓂃 Book 1 of The Fated Love Series - based on childhood connection ᥫ᭡ ___________________________________________ ♡ About ~ Characters ♡ ⋆˚࿔ Ishika Rathore 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ⤷ A girl who thinks she is hard to love ⋆˚࿔ Darsh Sharma 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ⤷ Who loves her like the air he breathes.. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Tropes ᥫ᭡ ⤷Childhood enemies ⤷Bestfriends to lovers ⤷Fake dating ⤷Forbidden love ⤷Ambivert girl × Sunshine boy ⤷Looks like she fell first but... ___________________________________________ Want to know more?! Read now!! [Original Idea. Do Not Copy] {Contains not toxicity, cheating, manipulating or smut}

"Some scars are louder than silence." "Some echoes never fade." She's fire and fury, all sharp edges and unfinished grief. He's silence and shadow, worn down by years of ghosts. Recovery was never part of the mission. But now, it's the only one that matters. Wherever Yelena goes, Bucky-James in her own words-follows. Not ahead. Not behind. Always beside her, like an echo stitched into her soul. Not the crimson ones, no, Bucky is better than all that. Through sleepless nights, haunted memories, and the slow, aching journey toward peace, they learn that healing doesn't have to be lonely. That healing doesn't mean they have to be alone. Two broken soldiers. One unspoken promise: "I'm not going anywhere." A story of trauma, tenderness, quiet bond, and everything that destroyed them that just might save them both. Yelena Belova X James Buchanan Barnes Credits go to Marvel.

This story is mature ⚠ "Why did you do that?" she shouted at him, grabbing his collar. "Because your husband was going to sell you to a brothel!" he said, trying to hold her hand. "So you paid him and bought me like a piece of property?" she pushed him away, disgusted. "Aap logon ne mujhe bikau samjha rakha hai!" ["You people have always treated me like I'm something that can be sold!"] He looked at her and shouted, "I just wanted you-by hook or by crook! That's it! And I don't think I did anything wrong!" He stormed off, leaving her trembling in anger and disbelief. ....................................................................................................................................................................... "I love you, Panchi," he whispered, gently cupping her face. She gave a bitter smile, "I know, Mr. Russian... and your Panchi also love you " .................................................................................................................................................................

"Triage: His to Heal" Summary: Sent on a remote medical field posting, final-year med student Aylin Verma expects blood, broken bones, and boring protocols. What she doesn't expect is Major Kian Ravek-a silent, scarred, dangerously unreadable ex-black ops soldier assigned to protect the outpost after a string of violent incidents. They clash like fire and ice. He thinks she's naïve. She thinks he's emotionally bankrupt. But when patients start disappearing and the truth about Kian's last mission resurfaces, Aylin finds herself in the center of something much darker than medicine-where every touch could be a warning and every glance could be a promise. And despite everything, she can't stop wanting him.

Can your second chance at love actually work? Is right person wrong time even a thing? Callie's life seems to be a series of one disaster after another. It's the one thing she could relate to Blake on. If there's anything they had in common, it was pain. And yet it wasn't enough to keep them together at first- so what's different this time around?

Caelum Aurelian wasn't your average person. He was the crown prince of Solvaris, one of the most powerful kingdoms, ruling in political power and wealth. He was one of the few people with a light sylith, the pure powers everyone had after the age of 7. He had a secret none knew of, he had a shadow draxil. Riven Blackthorn was what most called a delinquent. He caused trouble whenever he could out of spite. His kingdom, Noctyra, had gone to war with Solvaris almost two decades ago. It was the war that claimed his parents lives. He holds a grudge for both kingdoms and acts out as a result. He has a fire sylith, the power to control and manipulate flames, he always knew it fit his personality. The one thing he never shared, was that he had a blood draxil. What happens when the two enroll at the same academy and find out they've been forced into a fake relationship? Will they learn to tolerate eachother, or betray the contract?

Six teenagers wake up in a house they don't remember entering. No warning. No explanation. Just locked doors, rigid schedules, training on things they don't know about. They're told they're special. They're told they need training. They're told it's for their own good. Friendships form under pressure. Enemies are forced into proximity. Kindness becomes a liability. Power comes with consequences no one warned them about. And the most dangerous thing isn't what they can do It's what this place wants them to become.

Hailey's mother had passed away from smoking-induced lung cancer. So did Drew's uncle.

Seattle is rainy, grey, and perfect for disappearing -- but it's not enough to stop Theo Rivera from stumbling into someone else's not-so-perfectly curated life. Theo is messy, chaotic, loud, and coffee-addicted. His impulsive and clingy nature is often seen as annoying, but when one magical person actual enjoys him this way, Theo is hooked. His escape to Seattle was a hurried but vital act, after nearly ending his life in his home city of Columbus OH, Theo needs a fresh start -- and, somehow, the universe pulled him in exactly the right direction. Sam is quiet, meticulous, and a coward -- as he so calls himself. He keeps people at arms length, preferring the predictability of his favorite records and rainy afternoons. His arrival in Seattle was nearly 10 months ago, and things were...fine. However, underneath the composed exterior is a storm of past traumas and regret. So when someone as bright as Theo arrives in Sam's life, he finds himself inexplicably drawn to his unpredictability, and perhaps, willing to let someone in. Batya is sharp-witted, fiercely independent, and more than a little skeptical of chaos. She runs her corner of the shop with precision and pride, keeping both customers and coworkers on their toes. While she may seem tough and prepared, she really has a larger-than-life heart and a knack for seeing the truth in people -- especially the ones that try to hide behind noise and charm. And when Theo barrels into her perfectly ordered world, she can't help but get caught up in the mess, even if she'd never admit it. Background Information: Batya; Age 24, hijab-wearing Muslim, sarcastic big-sister energy. Sam: Age 19, Black hair purple streaks, dark blue eyes, broody secret soft-spot type. Theo: Age 21, dark ginger curls, light blue eyes, chaotic sunshine vibes.

Satan was never red. He didn't have horns, or fangs, or a tail curling behind him. If anything, he was a man. A man with piercing blue eyes and a perfectly tailored suit. Hair neatly styled. Posture precise. He didn't drag people to hell. He walked them there, never once looking back. He wasn't born a monster. He was forged into one. Already condemned to hell, not for what he was... But for what he was willing to do. For her. _______________________________________________________________ The devil was never right. Of course not. If she were, she'd never be the devil. She looked like sunlight. She wore green dusted with glitter and lipstick the color of summer mistakes. Her green eyes were bright. Her hair fell in soft gold waves like Goldilocks. She had dimples, which were dents. Dents to a person's doom. Her warmth wasn't kindness. She didn't stumble into hell. She chose it, the way some people choose honesty over comfort. Heaven wanted her quiet. Hell welcomed her loud. The devil was never right. The devil was her. _______________________________________________________________ What happens when the monster who chose hell meets the one who was born for it? Can sunshine survive the devil she created?

What if the truth is worse than the memory? Since the night her family was brutally murdered, Cassidy Quinn has carried only fragments of the horror within her - blood, screams, the feeling of being alone. Years later, she returns to the town she never truly let go of. She wants answers. And she wants to find the killer. But the ghosts of the past have long since taken on new masks. As Cassidy uncovers dark truths, everything begins to crumble: her memories, her trust - and her sanity. Because sometimes, it's not the past that destroys you. But what you don't want to know.

"Because one day i'll be in a box just like that one, and that means I won't be here to hold you." ACE VENTARIA The 4th child of 5 brothers in a mafia family, born into his destiny. Pushed into the harsh reality of the mafia life from the beginning of his days, its always been clear to him that the only way out is death. This was his life, he'd been in danger from the moment he first opened his eyes, a danger that wouldn't cease until he closed them for good. Nothing was certain in his life but pain, and revenge, which is why the only promise he ever made, was that he'd never drag her into his permanent downhill spiral. The only person who doesn't believe this? His bestfriend, and other half, Freyara. FREYARA AUGUSTINE Was raised to see the good in even the worse souls, no matter what. Driving through life with the expectancy that there is no problem that she can't fix. Including her best friend, Ace. Seen by the Ventaria family as one of their own, they've managed to halfway hide the ugly truths. But unfortunately for her, the truth will always veer its ugly head, there's nothing anyone could do to stop that. Can love stop fate from ringing true? Or is that just or the fairytales, because this isn't a princess movie, and there is no happy ending... Right?

this are just random conversations between my characters, about silly or serious stuff and just stupid situations all the characters in those stories are mine :) the cover image isn't mine, I got it from Pinterest

He was made of shadows. She was never meant to land. When a wounded stranger falls into the life of the exiled son of death, their uneasy truce begins with silence, sharp glances, and unspoken secrets. But as danger closes in, what starts as reluctant alliance begins to unravel into something deeper-something neither of them is ready for. Wings of Shadow is a slow-burn fantasy romance about grief, magic, and finding warmth in the one place you were never supposed to belong.

When family is on the line, Alexis doesn't hesitate to get her hands dirty. Growing up in foster care, she learned the hard way-the only person she can trust is herself... and her siblings. But when one reckless mistake puts them all in danger, she's desperate for a way out. And that comes in the form of Desmond Woods- renowned billionaire and politician. His problem? With a governorship election on the horizon, everything needs to be perfect. But something is off with his son-and Desmond doesn't like unknown variables. His deal? Move into his estate. Keep tabs on his son. Report back. Her payout? Her siblings get the safety they deserve. Simple, right? Wrong Nothing about the Woods family is simple. Damon Woods is perfect-too perfect... At least when he's not being a pain in the ass. He's the picture-perfect son, following every step in his father's carefully laid path. What he could possibly be hiding? Alexis has no idea. But a deal is a deal. And there's no backing out. She should focus on Damon. Instead, she stumbles onto something bigger. Something dangerous. Something that has nothing to do with the Woods family-yet somehow, they're right in the middle of it. And now? So is she. Some secrets are meant to stay buried. And Alexis might not survive digging this one up. ---