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Hate Yourself

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He shifts uncomfortably as he feels like he's stayed there too long. He worries if the floor vibrate's when he bounces his leg. If they could hear his breath as he wears his headphones. Does he look weird, ugly, out of place, suspicious? They know his problems, his rampages, everything he does, who he see's, beds. 

"Atticus sweetheart, I'm so glad you made it" 

" happy birthday grandma"
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"let me get this right, your a social outcast that parties and sleeps around" 

" no i'm just wild"All Rights Reserved

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THE RISK (+18) by tachaspalace

I looked down at my freshly painted acrylic nails. My heart was racing and my palms were sweating. Although I was having a good time. It was time for me to get out with it. I needed to just spit it out. It's a question that's been lingering in my mind all night. It may ruin the night, but for the sake of my sanity I needed to ask Barron. Here goes nothing. "Barron, can I ask you a question?" I said as I twiddled my fingers together nervously. He nodded his head giving me his full attention. "What are we doing?" I asked softly. Barron rested his elbow on the table and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, I guess we are hanging out." He answered with no emotion. "Hanging out? You taking me to all these places is just us hanging out?" I said a little taken back. I was not prepared for that reply. I should have known. Have I been reading into this all wrong? ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Farrah is single for the first time in her life and is maneuvering through life. She is finding out her likes and dislikes and shaping into her own person. With her group of friends, she is having fun, partying and having sex... a lot of it. For the first time she is truly happy. When she lands a job of a lifetime she cannot keep her eyes off of her hot boss Barron Lopez. Barron Lopez is a quiet man who is straddling the fence of being a workaholic. He has worked his company from the ground up and is now very successful. Everything is running smoothly until Farrah is hired as one of his employees. Barron struggles with crossing the line with Farrah but he cannot stop thinking about her. ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ *Mature Audience Only* Published ~ August 15th 2022 Complete ~ February 4th 2023

Unlasting by Giamini2000

Lost to the true definition of love, Brie meets Adrian, a man daring enough to love her though he knows it may not end well. She falls hard for him, her reality of love far greater than her fantasies, but when a familiar pain resurfaces in paradise, and she feels like she may be walking down memory lane, will she have it in her to fight? Or is the fear of going through anything that resembles her childhood greater than her dream to finally find love? Love meets reality in this epic novel. *** "Excuse me, you seem lost in thought. Did you want to buy something or do I need to direct you home again?" "What?" She laughs, "It was a joke, Jeez. The last time you were in here you seemed like you had a sense of humor. Where'd that go?" "I have this neighbor who basically sucks the life and humor out of people. Unfortunately, I am a recent victim." "I know how that feels, trust me. I have one in my life too." "Anyway, what can I do for you Mr. ..." "Please call me Adrian." "Okay Adrian, what can I do for you today?" "Actually, I was passing by, and I thought I should say thank you for the other day." "That's nice, but you didn't have to. I didn't really do anything a human being wouldn't." "Hey, don't sell yourself short. You did a lot for me. If you didn't save my ass, I may have been a missing person by now, or worse that guy on the news they keep saying is nowhere to be found." "How can I argue when you mentioned the guy on the news. The news never lies, and I'm sure you don't either. You're right, I should be thanked for saving a life." "Not just A life, but many lives. Think of my poor mother and my friends and family. How would they live without me, huh?" "You're right, I saved a generation that day." We're both laughing very hard and it feels just right. Talking to her was easy.

Home. by makeboyscry

"Don't make homes out of people. This will leave you homesick and sad, missing arms that cannot hold roofs, hearts with shaky foundations." I made a home out of him. He was where I curled up and cried. He was where I felt most comfortable. He was where no makeup was worn. He was my foundation. He built me up, but I never felt like I was truly his home. I knew I was his true home, but I felt like nothing but his guest house, where he'd stay when he was drunk or just had a lot on his mind. Where he'd crash when he was on a downfall. Where he felt most comfortable, sometimes... Only sometimes. But, I still loved him... I had no place to judge him, seeing as though I wasn't even a halfway house when we met... I just wish my home was more welcoming sometimes. I wish my home had warm colors on his walls so I could feel more at ease sometimes. I wish my home had no doors so he wouldn't be able to shut me out so often. I wish my home was made out of something other than bricks and steel so he couldn't be so cold sometimes.. One night, he told me, "As long as I'm your home... You'll never need any other shelter." So, I stayed. And, I got adjusted to those black and white walls and those hard doors and that foundation made of bricks and steel. I made a home out of him, and I'm living comfortably sheltered from the world. And, I'm afraid I'll never be able to move out.

Scrapbook by cccyou4703

"No, no," he says, "The scrapbook is on the house, it's my pleasure to help make stories." My jaw hits the floor, "Nope, I'm paying for it, how much is it." "There is no price cause it's free," he says with a smirk clearly thinking he's won. "Fine," I say, feigning defeat, "Well, here's your tip," I say as I drop a one hundred dollar bill into the tip jar. "I watch as his eyes practically bulge out of his skull, "I can't take that," he said, "I would feel awful." "Don't," I say with a genuine smile. --- Malic trys to escape his boring, everyday life of being a multimillion-dollar Hollywood idol and decides to go to downtown LA. Little does he expect a small Antiquities shop with the most gorgeous man Malic has ever seen. Snapshots of a romance well loved.

Static by hattielynn

{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

Jazz Red's Anomaly by STESLARA

"I am the textbook definition of in love with you." *** Jazz Red has had a life full of love; his parents taught him how to value himself, his siblings taught him how to stand up for what he believed in, and his family has taught him what it means to matter to people. He has people in his corner, there for him and ready to have his back. He knows that there are people who are less lucky than him-- with unaccepting parents and cruel siblings and a harsh past. He knows that when things go wrong, sometimes people are alone. Sometimes they fall apart, and there's no one else there to catch their shattered pieces. But he isn't one of them. He has friends and family that love him. So why does he want more? Why does he-- even with all the joy his family gives him-- want a different type of love? He feels selfish, undeserving. Why did he have to feel so bad about being alone when he was surrounded by people who appreciated him? Why did he have to want, why did desire never leave him alone? Well, he finds out when he meets Castor Rex, a quiet and extremely interesting football player, and that empty part in Jazz's heart feels a little bit bigger when he starts to realize Cas could fill it. Cas sees him as a grinning, happy dork he has no chance with. Jazz sees him as a adorable, grumpy jock that now, is his. Castor wants to get through the school year as quietly as possible but with how loud Jazz loves, neither of them know if it's possible, and to make matters worse they're roommates for the rest of the year. It's only a matter of time before they come together or fall apart. *** Red's Series #4. Crossover to @whoscountinganyways User Series. Can be read as a stand alone.

I Liked Blue Better by imaginenater

[OLD] [NOT MEANT TO ROMANTICIZE DEPRESSION OR MENTAL ILLNESS. SIMPLY A TROPE.] Tom isn't your average teen. But then again, what makes a teen average? His family is broken, his mental health is slowly declining, and he's faced questioning his sexuality. Often left to sit in his bed on his phone most of the day, his reasons to live were slowly declining. Tom thought it was better this way. It was better to not disturb anyone, to wear the same clothes over and over, and to stay boring. All, of course, until Tom met him. Updates every Friday. Maybe more days if I'm not busy or I'm motivated to do so. ⚠️ TW ⚠️ -boyxboy (shouldn't be a warning smh) -suicidal thoughts -self harm (cutting, etc) -no smut, probably fluff though -throwing up I didn't take the photo in the cover. I only added the text. This story does have a happy ending, because I also realized how much of an impact reading angst stories without one has on me. I also just want it to end well, and you probably do as well. Good luck reading, and thank you in advance.

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚ç𝐚𝐝𝐞 by Strange_L0re

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It Wasn't Love ✔️ by depressedn0nce

"Fuck." He whispers into my neck, sending a thrill of excitement through my body. His lips still smothered kisses over my neck and his hands roamed my body, starting at my chest, going down to my stomach. Caressing my soft skin, his thumb trailed circles on my groin before slightly slipping into the waistband of my jeans. My breath catches in my throat as I pull at the hoodie that covered his chiselled body. Understanding, Jacob pulls it off in one swift movement before attaching his lips back on my neck. Sucking and biting it before flicking his tongue over the sore spot. A quiet moan leaves my mouth and I clasp my hand over it, denying any noise to escape. "You drive me fucking crazy, Aria." ---------------------------- Aria Bailey finds it hard to fit in. Her parents are always busy and never have time for her. She lives alone at her family home and has top grades in all of her classes. But being a 17 year old friendless nerd comes with its disadvantages. The bullying gets worse every single day, driving her to self harm and suicidal thoughts. Aria learns more about popular boy, Jacob Rickson and starts developing feelings for the well known 18 year old. Jacob helps her come out of her shell and learn to be more comfortable and confident. Aria has to make a tough decision by choosing if she would rather be with Jacob and be bullied by her mind for eternity, or to leave and be left alone, exactly how she wants to be. -Strangers to lovers -Right person, wrong time

Boyfriends || The Story Inside My Mind (BxB) [SECOND SEASON] by this-bsh-empty

"Worry? What did you think I was doing?" I asked a bit more seriously. "I didn't think anything, but it doesn't help when there are people around you putting doubts in your head." He said holding back tears. "I thought you would trust me not to-" "I do trust you-!" He cut me off again. "I do, trust you, a lot." He said. "It just- it feels like you don't trust me-" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After surviving high school, a new challenge appears. College. It starts fine, but soon reveals to be more challenging then they thought. With misunderstandings and a bunch of bad memories coming back, their relationship might be in danger. Will they be able to stay together? [Crossovers with xo_love_writing_xo ['Het Internaat'] [WARNING: CONTAINS SMUT] Also pretty gay [[word count ~60.000]]

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I looked down at my freshly painted acrylic nails. My heart was racing and my palms were sweating. Although I was having a good time. It was time for me to get out with it. I needed to just spit it out. It's a question that's been lingering in my mind all night. It may ruin the night, but for the sake of my sanity I needed to ask Barron. Here goes nothing. "Barron, can I ask you a question?" I said as I twiddled my fingers together nervously. He nodded his head giving me his full attention. "What are we doing?" I asked softly. Barron rested his elbow on the table and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, I guess we are hanging out." He answered with no emotion. "Hanging out? You taking me to all these places is just us hanging out?" I said a little taken back. I was not prepared for that reply. I should have known. Have I been reading into this all wrong? ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Farrah is single for the first time in her life and is maneuvering through life. She is finding out her likes and dislikes and shaping into her own person. With her group of friends, she is having fun, partying and having sex... a lot of it. For the first time she is truly happy. When she lands a job of a lifetime she cannot keep her eyes off of her hot boss Barron Lopez. Barron Lopez is a quiet man who is straddling the fence of being a workaholic. He has worked his company from the ground up and is now very successful. Everything is running smoothly until Farrah is hired as one of his employees. Barron struggles with crossing the line with Farrah but he cannot stop thinking about her. ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Mature Audience Only Published ~ August 15th 2022 Complete ~ February 4th 2023