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8:25 // Hemmo (ON HOLD)

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Leituras 3,304
Votos 140
Capítulos 10
Tempo 1h 1m

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"Is this seat taken?" The very tall boy with very tall hair asked. 

Out of all the empty seats on this bus why by me?

"No, go ahead." I smiled politly, just to be nice.

And that's where it all started. 8:25 in a city bus, infested with who knows what, on a Tuesday morning.

THIS WILL BE A CUTE STORY W NOT MUCH DRAMA JUST A LOT OF CUTENESS OK OK :-)Todos os Direitos Reservados

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Mr. Match (BoyxBoy) ✓, de euwangabrielll

I'm Finn Vasco but that's not quite important right now. I'm a pretty sarcastic guy if I'm gonna be honest. I'm closed off and I literally only have one friend. I might hate everybody in my school... but there's this guy there. He's... let's say, dreamy, someone who I thought would never even acknowledge my existence. That guy who was too damn good to be true, who was too good for me, who was too good for... everybody! You get what I'm trying to say. He's that cliché king of the campus and a popular and attractive heartthrob and with just one wink, he can send people on their knees... That sounded so wrong, anyway. So can you blame me for being over the moon when one day, he approached me only to what? ...To ask for my help courting my freaking best friend. I knew it was stupid for me to hope I'd even have any chance with him anyway. So I just agreed to help him. Even if I was hurting myself and potentially my best friend in the process, my best friend who has been there with me through the thick and thins, I still did it... I mean what could go wrong besides literally everything? So my plan was to just set my crush and my best friend up, and then everything would be alright... right? But of course, life doesn't like it when people have it easy. *** Highest Ranking #2 on #lgbtfiction #5 on #boyxboy #6 on #gay #8 on #teenfiction *** ~ WARNING: This story contains strong language and bullying. If you're not a fan of LGBTQ+ stories or BXB stories, then this story is not for you. ~ If you're gonna plagiarize, you might as well just put your clown outfit on.

Deep down., de TaesBitchxox

The whole class turned, and so did the student, a tall boy walked into the class, and immediately gasps flowed through the whole class. The tall boy went and stood beside the teacher, he looked smart but tough, soft but able to take care of himself, but what captured everyone's attention was his hair. It was tied back but flowed down his back, long and shiny, and a striking blond colour. It looked long enough for him to sit on. The teacher seemed mesmerised by him as well as her students, and it took her a few minutes to compose herself. "Um...would you like to introduce yourself?" She asked, her eyes scanning his hair. He looked at her, and she snapped her attention to his face, not being able to contain the smile that placed itself on her face. He smiled back at her, and then looked at the class, the student heard a lot of deep sighs of adoration coming from the girls in the class, and he could see why...this boy was stunning. The tall boy opened his mouth and the sound that came from his mouth, seemed to capture everyone in the room. "Hello, my name is Kim Taehyung, and I'm happy to be here..."

selfie || calum hood, de thatsoraegan

caution: just letting you know, I wrote this years ago, so some things may not add up. I won't change them because most of you understand what I'm trying to say. please ignore any spelling/grammatical errors. enjoy reading! 'listen here red, we're gonna send each other a selfie a day, with a caption.' 'i don't know you.' 'yeah, i don't know you either, but that's how we'll get to know each other.' 'why me?' 'you seem interesting.' 'promise you're not weird?' 'promise. i'm the guy with the black hair and squishy face.' 'alright, i'll do it.' 'great. selfies start tomorrow. rules are: we can't know each others names or where each other live. can't wait to get started. (;'

teach me • l.h., de stormyethan

"Sorry, I'm really sorry," I said, looking up to the tall, muscular guy that stood infront of me. He was the "popular" guy in my year - he made me nervous. "You fucking will be," he threatened with dark eyes and a harsh voice, making me take a step back and look away, holding my books tightly to my body. He started laughing, and with that I turned around and began to walk away, before suddenly he grabbed my upper arm and pulled me back to him almost making me fall to the ground. "I was only joking, babe," he said softly, walking forwards slowly until my back touched the wall behind me. "Get the fuck off of me Luke, I-I need to g-get to class," I said to him, stumbling on my words slightly. "And I'm not your 'babe'." [COMPLETED]

Don't Forget Me In The Morning, de BandsOrBust

When I was little, I was never healthy for a full day. When I would go to school, I would carry around an oxygen tank so that I could breathe properly. There was once where I had come close to death. At that time, my mother and father promised me that they wouldn't ever leave me. That is, until someone came in an murdered them while I was at school. When I was dropped off from the bus stop, I automatically knew something was wrong because my mother would always wait for me. When she wasn't there, I began to get worried. 'Had she forgotten?' Was the first thing I thought as I walked up the stairs and into my house. 'Mama? Papa?' I questioned walking into their room. As I made the first step in, I heard squishing under my feet as if the carpet was wet.

I hate that I love you, de LazuliteTheSeawing

"What do you want?" I snap, slamming my locker shut. His casual smirk, messy dark hair, tan skin, strong arms, eerie storm-grey eyes... the list could go on of things I notice- that I shouldn't notice- about him. "Oh, I want a lot of things." He inspects a speck of dirt on his arm. "I'm sure you've heard the news?" His eyes flicker back up to meet mine. Does he know? No. He can't. So I roll my eyes. He can't know that I know, that I would do anything to be the first one he tells. "You'll have to be more specific." I mutter, trying to look casual as I inspect my nails. "Well, it involves a certain title of the swim team," He offers. I shrug. "So you got captain. That's cool. And what do I have to do with that?" He narrows his eyes, trying to read my expression. Unfortunately for him, I have mastered the art of hiding my emotions. "This is what I wanted to talk to you about. During English," He fiddles with his sweater sleeve. "I recall you trying to talk to me," I frown. "Well, I..." He swallows, seeming... nervous? "I'm not doing too great... subject wise. And if I don't pick up my ass soon, I might be forced to quit." He rubbed the back of his neck, making his shirtsleeve slide up his arm to reveal a strong bicep. Not that I notice. I narrow my eyes. "And what do I get back in return?" I cross my arms. I'm going to be late for the bus if we don't hurry. He studies my face. "Name your price." He mirrored my position. I sigh. Money... but I don't need it. Popularity... but I don't want it. I meet his gaze steadily. He lifts his chin, the tiniest bit, but it doesn't intimidate me. I square my shoulders and stand up straight. He's only just taller than me. "Stop pretending to be perfect." All rights reserved. Cover art by me :) but will probably be redone soon

The Painting, de nyasha_muganiwa

''Hey," I greet them. The scary looking one doesn't spare me a glance. The one with green eyes keeps talking, but the blue eyed one looks up at me for a second then back at his book. He sort of does a double take and his eyes widen as he looks back up at me. "Is this seat taken?'' I ask with a small smile. Blue eyes elbows the other two and they look up at me, one with wide eyes and the other with a stone cold glare. "Is she talking to us?" The green eyed mumbles, his wide eyes not leaving me. ''Uhhhhh did I say something wrong?" I raise my eyebrows, my small smile faltering. ''You're not supposed to be able to see us," the one with the cold glare mutters. What???

Crowded (18+), de molrcore

A short story that depicts the new world's several issues through a a new reality. Crowded was created to play with phobias and concepts and flesh them out, to create a mature story about the fear's a lot of people go through. "Mother" Eli nodded at his mother as he sat down by the table; or what was pretending to be his mother, with white, long hair covering it's sickly pale skin, grin as wide as a clown, creasing at it's black bulging eyes. "Father" He shakily nodded at his father; a replica of the man he'd been raised by, grey strands sticking out of his bald head with something red dripping down from the strands past his black eyes to his sickening smile, so wide, with jagged, yellow teeth. "su evol ouy tnod?" He lowered his gaze to the unappetizing food in front of him. Chicken and rice. It wasn't that it was bad, or it'd gone bad, but when you ate the same thing every day for years upon years, you kind of get tired of it. He did have periods of eating solely pasta. Or Ramen. Or whatever else his mind decided it'd focus on for a month. "Thank you for the food" He lifted his fork in the air like a cheer and dug in

Remembering You | MitsuKou | TBHK, de Cheesydogg

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The Painting cover

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Mr. Match (BoyxBoy) ✓

I'm Finn Vasco but that's not quite important right now. I'm a pretty sarcastic guy if I'm gonna be honest. I'm closed off and I literally only have one friend. I might hate everybody in my school... but there's this guy there. He's... let's say, dreamy, someone who I thought would never even acknowledge my existence. That guy who was too damn good to be true, who was too good for me, who was too good for... everybody! You get what I'm trying to say. He's that cliché king of the campus and a popular and attractive heartthrob and with just one wink, he can send people on their knees... That sounded so wrong, anyway. So can you blame me for being over the moon when one day, he approached me only to what? ...To ask for my help courting my freaking best friend. I knew it was stupid for me to hope I'd even have any chance with him anyway. So I just agreed to help him. Even if I was hurting myself and potentially my best friend in the process, my best friend who has been there with me through the thick and thins, I still did it... I mean what could go wrong besides literally everything? So my plan was to just set my crush and my best friend up, and then everything would be alright... right? But of course, life doesn't like it when people have it easy. * Highest Ranking #2 on #lgbtfiction #5 on #boyxboy #6 on #gay #8 on #teenfiction * ~ WARNING: This story contains strong language and bullying. If you're not a fan of LGBTQ+ stories or BXB stories, then this story is not for you. ~ If you're gonna plagiarize, you might as well just put your clown outfit on.