Unlabeled Stories

hi. i decided to make a journal about me trying to figure out my sexuality on the internet. why? why not. by the way i am a female and i use he/she pronouns :)

A story about a student and an enby's love

And there he was, in a pale blue suit with sewed details, button-up unbuttoned almost completely, a golden cross hanging from his neck, red swollen lips, moist and bright eyes painted of a deep green with blue little spots. Every single detail glittering under the moonlight, every breath heavier than the prior. The smoke was still in the air mixing with the humidity of a British rain that, Louis could feel in his bones, was near. There he was, just being him, wandering over the dark sky with a tired look and parted lips. Tears of frustration threatened to break through those emerald eyes, that captivating pair of jewels, leaving Louis breathless; his stomach pressed, throat sore and raspy. The only noise was the music from the bar downstairs and a faded chat, both of the sounds opaqued by the now thrilling and shrill sound that Harry was with his obscure and silent presence, resembling the moon's. . . . Louis, an eccentric football player who was raised in the stardom. Harry, a simple photographer that lives a simple life. Almost by mistake the opposites meet. Who knows, maybe they're not that different.

She is Kalyn. She spends her day designing cars, complaining about the unreliable weather, and borrowing Eric's goofy jackets in the name of said weather (she would rather her real reasons stay untold). He is Eric. He spends his day reading autoblogs, designing cars, and defending Kalyn's name from people who mispronounce it. They are perfect for each other. That is if they had meet in another life time since in this one they seem to have chances slit to none. Thanks to the contest they are both in with sky-high stakes. Neither of them can risk loosing. This is no sceret to both of them so why.... Find out in the first book of Tamed Ryders Series, Design War.

There Are Emotions Without Names

This doesn't really have a plot or storyline, it's just how my life is going and stuff like that. it will have dividers for if I wanna post about different things. It's just about me though, from my personality to why I'm upset some days to just how my days have been going. These won't be vents, but rather rants. I'll keep the writing good, but I won't be afraid to share my true feelings about my life, you know ? But I'll update this whenever I can and/or are motivated. I hope you enjoy. :)

Anastasia is a really unlucky person. Nothing in her life is good. But someone will change that. ------------------ (wlw)~ • First book and I'm trying my best ! • Updates every Friday or throughout the week (English us not my first language so feel free to correct any mistakes I have) <3

a collection of short stories matched to songs. Basically what my brain shows me when I listen to songs. || Idk what use as a cover cause idk.||

Blythe couldn't really be bothered to worry about keeping up relationships other than the few she had. She didn't really want it to come off like it did either, but one little mishap of her words led her to a moment she never would've thought she'd be in. That moment led her to a series of moments filled with pink. Prithvi didn't think the girl in blue would ever speak to her more than once. Other than that one night. So when the girl in blue shows up in random moments of her daily life, Prithvi got curious. She offers up her help in hopes the girl in blue offers up a friendship. They didn't want to settle for such a thing, though. _____ OKAYYY. First book, kinda nervous. The plot of this is just fluff and cute moments but idk, might get silly and put some angst. Hope you enjoy anyways and I hope I get you kicking your feet and shi

a fanfic to celebrate pride month

Luna starlight a fourteen year old girl, who is the only survivor of the apocalypse and Mets her future husband

(April 6th 2025 edit) this is a one-shot of young royals I might delete old cringy stories but I will try and upload new ones MWAHH! Bye

TwoSetViolin x Reader Bee (23) is a young woman in a three way relationship with Brett Yang and Eddy Chen, also known as TwoSetViolin. Their relationship is completely hidden from the outside world, the three living a quiet little life off camera. Eddy is Unlabeled, Brett is bi, and Bee is Queer. NO SMUT!! ONLY FLUFF AND CUTENESS!!

a short poem based off of loving and hurting

(This is very much a draft that was written in about 25 minutes or so. Open to feed back) In the heart of Stockholm, where two worlds converged in a quaint café, destiny orchestrated an unexpected encounter. Amid the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the gentle hum of conversation, two couples found themselves drawn to one another, their lives woven together by threads of love, secrets, and the courage to embrace their true selves. Little did they know that this serendipitous meeting would set in motion a journey of self-discovery, friendship, and a bond that transcended societal boundaries. As their stories intertwined, the café's cozy corners became a sanctuary where Nick and Charlie from "Heartstopper" and Wilhelm and Simon from "Young Royals" shared laughter, tears, and a connection that would forever shape their lives.

After George Davidsons divorce from a star NCAA quarterback Nick Thomas, he's sworn off relationships with athletes. In fact, he's sworn off relationships altogether. Then he meets the quarterback for the biggest rival of your ex's team at a bookstore, where he is signing copies of his new memoir. He recognizes him from various industry events, and he discovers he's everything your ex never was. (this is my first story and I wrote it for English class so the first little bit is kinda cringe and I apologize lmao. also the timeline is cursed because I wanted to make it college football even tho I don't know anything about it lol.) Photo from @astrojam on twitter :)

James "Jamie" the prince of a unknown kingdom

Just a bit about me because this is a new account !! :D

what's it like to go from lovers, to a secert. what's it like to "date" someone ashamed of their unchangeable truth?