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Warning - this story contains mature content REWRITING IN PROGRESS (1-3 Done) Grayson Marshall has spent his life battling with demons; some born of trauma, others forged in the depths of his own mind. Diagnosed with bipolar disorder and haunted by a troubled childhood, his fragile world unravels after a reckless night of drinking ends in a DUI. To avoid jail time, his father, Robert Marshall, a formidable yet deeply flawed attorney, commits him to a psychiatric facility. But what begins as a brief stay quickly morphs into something far more enduring. Grayson finds himself trapped not only within the sterile walls of the institution but inside the labyrinth of his fractured mind. There, he meets Ronan Blackwell, a fellow patient with scars of his own. Though the rules forbid personal connections, Ronan becomes Grayson's unlikely anchor, guiding him through the chaos both within and without. In a place where reality blurs and healing comes at a cost, Grayson must confront the shadows that have stalked him for years. The fiercest battles are waged in silence, deep within the mind. Will he find redemption or be consumed by the very demons he's spent a lifetime outrunning?

Her POV I thought I was alone. I thought the walls around me were just walls. But every shadow, every creak, every corner I didn't notice before... they were all listening. Watching. I should have run the moment I saw the hidden door, but I didn't. More like - couldn't. Nothing was ever a coincidence. Everything was planned. I was just a puppet moving only on his commands. I finally understood...... Only it was too late. Author's POV She stumbled into the room she was never meant to find. Or maybe she was always meant to. The walls were lined with photographs - every year of her life, captured without her knowledge, each captured moment in that small rectangle was neatly documented, obsessively preserved. The air was thick with silence, broken only by the shallow breaths of realisation seeping in. Every single moment was being watched and quietly being noted. Coincidence stopped ever since he entered the picture..... Unannounced. His POV You don't understand yet. That's fine. You will. Every fear, every hesitation, every mistake - I will be there. Like I have always been. Guiding you. Protecting you. Teaching you. Eventually, you'll understand why you were never truly alone..... And why leaving was never an option.

After inheriting a house, Jay and his friends move in together, discovering more than just new rooms as they put up with each other's antics. Expect randomness, chaoticness, unexpected secrets, sitcom and a found family that slowly turns a strange house into a home. Guess you have to stay tune to see more of this group's dynamic ;) 𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊 • found family • friend group's dynamic • slice of life, attempt comedy, slight drama • bxb (heeseun, jayhoon) • read at your own risk

I have always treated life as a game. As far back as I can remember, I was always competitive and always challenging myself, either academically, physically, or psychologically. The thought of it excites me. It is like mixing flavor into a very bland meal, and the idea of winning makes it taste even sweeter. Oh shit, I have not introduced myself, oopsie~. Hello, My name is Kagawa Takumi, or as my classmates always call me, "Cotton Candy Head." or "Smiling Weirdo." Hahahaha...ha.... Right, where was I? Looking out the window of this endless white facility, I see a group of kids fighting or were fighting, the fight just ended. After the brawl, the only one left standing was a brown-haired boy with the same facial expressions as a white sheet of paper. "So, this is The White Room's Masterpiece?" Disclaimer: This is my first ever fic, and I'm mainly just doing this for fun in my free time. Classroom of The Elite rightfully belongs to Kinusaga Shougo and Tomose Shunsaku. The only thing I own in this fic is the OC.

This is basically a collection of incorrect quotes from my fandoms/interests. Enjoy! (or not)

Based on a True Story. Somewhere between the hum of the city and the quiet spaces between breaths, a soft drumbeat pulsed. Not loud enough to command attention, not sharp enough to startle-but steady, insistent. It was a call, a rhythm older than memory, weaving through streets and alleyways, across rooftops and heartbeats.

(The sequel to my story Just you, me, and the Galaxy. Third story summary in the second-to-last chapter.)(Revision completed 2026) Four-year-old Clover Quill crash-lands on Earth by accident after the events of Gotg Vol. 2. She ends up meeting James Buchanan Barnes, previously known as the Winter Soldier, and takes refuge with him in this new unfamiliar world.

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 🤪

Astraia Carter's life went from bad to worse after the accident. And ever since then, she's kept her secrets to herself, not sharing her past and present with anyone. They couldn't understand. But when Astraia finds herself tumbling down the rabbit hole with her best friend, things go from worse to...better. The world she's in, so different from her own, is chaotic, wild, and utterly amazing. When Jeremiah finds out his inherited skills, she starts to feel like the only person she trusts is drifting away...but with a brush of a wing and a laugh, her insecurities fly away. She's never met anyone quite like Muse, and not just because of the wings. He's different in so many other ways, and unlike so many other people in her life, he actually gets her. Her world was dark before she landed here, but will a certain netherling prince show her how to see the light again? Muse understood that he was important. Of course he did. He'd been told that since he was old enough to understand the English language. He was the "wonder child", the baby whose birth brought dreams to Wonderland, and his mother and father never hesitated to remind him of such.....along with his duties as a prince, his chores, and mannerisms, despite the natural chaos that surrounded them. Muse knew his role, knew what to do in every situation, and knew how to be prepared for anything and everything... That is, until the day that Jeremiah Holt and Astraia Carter showed up in his parents' court. Led by his mother's clues, left behind from her human life, these two had figured out their way into his world.... And oh, how twisted and tangled that world became.

.✦| The spectre grows bored with their experimental world when all the players grow hopeless so they decide to get rid of their creations with one final round. To be spared the m/c agrees to a deal. Now the m/c must go through the cycle again with a new batch of survivors. Not revealing to any of them that he has played these games before. ·········──── ฅ the cover for this book is not mine ฅ This story may be ooc and not the best writing. ฅ m/c will use he/him pronouns + widely inspired by Nikolai Gogol from bungo stray dogs

A groupchat with eight friends talking about nonsense and creating chaos Published: May 13, 2025 Completed: N/A

(Yeah I'm ~TheLegend~ in Pokémon unite)

"I'm sorry bakugo but I cant return your feelings.." Kirishima sighed and looked up into Bakugo's disappointed eyes before running away leaving Bakugo helpless and crying. At this point it's basically a Kamisero story as well. Started-17th May 2020 Ending - N e v e r

gabby thought it was just a weird little game. ela thought it was a chance to write poetry and maybe confess his feelings. maxas just spawned in one day with a baguette and a traffic cone and never left. but when cassy and mei fuse their minds into the code and trap everyone inside the simulation, things get... complicated. months pass. the world glitches. ducks scream. clones multiply. gabby tries to marry a vending machine. ela dies repeatedly from heartbreak. maxas activates sigma mode. and when the group finally fights back, cassy and mei start controlling them like puppets-turning friends into enemies and love into code. but maxas has a plan. and it starts with dying. a lot. this is a story about friendship, betrayal, respawning, memory, and one very dramatic fall into the real world. it's funny. it's sad. it's unhinged. and it might just break your heart in 8-bit.

Basically a comical unhinged immortal Deku story. I'll make it up along the way. I'll add some possible trigger warnings just in case. ⚠️warnings⚠️ -bad writing -probably terrible spelling -possible abuse -suicide -violence -shit humour -swearing(if ur triggered by that, then I'm sorry about the last warning 🤭)

Written by TheSaltedMan & Marrow This fic will feature various stories set within my goofyass shitpost FNAF AU, but like years before a lotta the main shi happens or ehatever idk I'm bgonna paass out any minute now ngl. I will fix this later maybe probably not I'm ngl lmfao, yk? yuh Mangy the Monkey, drawn by ShatteredExile based on TheSaltedMan's ideas and colored by TheSaltedMan. Oranj, Mr. Aziz were drawn by TheSaltedMan. SHittily edited together pictures done by Marrow and I Augustus was drawn by Marrow.

for when I have an unintelligent hair up my ass. these are meant to be unhinged and ridiculous. I guess you can call them one shots? but I mean... short stories 0_o I thought the Alastor Cat thingy was cute. well I didn't at first but now I do. thought it might be fun wait why am I explaining this to the weird asses who clicked on this? I'm pretty sure I was poisoned when I wrote this. cover art not mine. nor are any of the pictures that I use.

He calls it marriage. She calls it art. And somewhere between her soft smile and his quiet fear, love begins to taste a little like danger. She touches him like he's a masterpiece, watches him like he's the only thing keeping her alive- and he pretends not to notice the shadows her affection leaves behind. Because their love is beautiful. Their secrets are not. And the closer he gets to her, the more he realizes that devotion can feel a lot like destruction... especially when it's hers ________________ This story includes 18+ content, murder, psychological obsession, and dark romance themes. It explores fear, desire, and twisted devotion. If you have a soft heart or get disturbed easily, this isn't for you. Unauthorized copies are theft. Original work by @taetaelove1469 published only on Wattpad. This story is my original work and is published only on Wattpad by @Taetaelove1469. Any copies found on other sites are stolen and unauthorized. Please support me by reading here on Wattpad only. Thank you for respecting my work! - Written by :- @Taetaelove1469 [ ONLY ON WATTPAD 🔗 ]

This AU was constructed by me and a good friend on mine on Tumblr. What started as somewhat of a Teruteru Mastermind AU that has grown into something that we are both very proud of. We hope that you are proud of it too! Tumblr URL's Mine: @hanamurachan69 Theirs: @hanamura-dangan-kin

in the wonderland you all know, there are two kingdoms, the red kingdom & the white kingdom. well there used to be three kingdoms in wonderland. In and ancient Wonderland, before alice ever stepped foot there, there were three kingdoms, The white kingdom, ruled by Queen Ivory. The red kingdom, ruled by queen Red, & the Black kingdom, Ruled by queen Ebony. The red kingdom stood for all that was Mad about wonderland, ruling over the more beastly and crazed subjects. The white kingdom stood for the all the peace in wonderland, ruling over the more humane and propper subjects there. The black kingdom stood for the imagination and wonder that was wonderland, ruling over all dreams and dead netherlings in wonderland, keeping the souls dormant with dream magic. this is the story of how the black kingdom fell, and came to rise again.