Downbad Stories

Flamebu. Yup Flamebu :] Flame has been eyeing a certain purple haired menace for a while. When things start looking down.... Flame takes a uh more different route. Absoulte yaoi. Tw: self harm, mutual pinning, angst (well the last one is more like attempted and failed.)

Two political dynasties. One rivalry old enough to have become family tradition. And two heirs who were never supposed to look at each other as anything other than enemies. Ishaan Vardhan has grown up surrounded by power, influence, and a hatred he never quite understood. Raghav Suryavanshi has spent his entire life learning what it means to carry his family's name. They know what they are supposed to be. Enemies. They know what their families expect. Distance. And yet, somewhere between years of shared glances, bitter silences, and encounters neither of them can forget, something begins to exist that neither family could have anticipated. Some feelings arrive like a storm. Others grow quietly, in the spaces between words. And sometimes the person standing on the other side of a war is the only person who ever felt like home.

Self explanatory on what this story is about.

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Falling in love can be fun but maybe not so fun when it's with it's with four people where y/n is the hot and cool mechanic that's friends with Dustin which goes to her trying to find tools for his inventions from Science camp introducing her to Steve Eddie robin and Nancy who will she choose in the end ? I don't own strangers things or the characters

she who falls for a man whose heart belongs to his dreams. He draws boundaries, yet his gentleness keeps her hoping. While he chases the stars, she learns the quiet ache of loving from afar, waiting... believing... and slowly losing him to the distance between love and ambition.

"you can manipulate water and make objects float?" "..pretty much." Y/N, a girl filled with anxiety, stress, and awkwardness who manipulates water and telekinesis. All she ever wanted was to protect her sister from danger, until she finds a town and befriends someone from a 'magical' family. ENJOY :)) (includes swearing and violence)!

I made an attempt of writing down my thoughts and feelings, and this is how it went.

all the things i can't say

hii this is my first story pls don't judge xx i just realised there are no good mahito x reader fanfics (BECAUSE U ARE ALL BAD 😈😈💦🍆💖) so i decided to make one myself uwu. pls leave likes and comments. i am new here 🥺

Alex Verlice: I never should have looked at her... I should have come here yet her she is waiting my table. I might just be disgusting due to the plethora of thoughts roaming Around my head Lyli Arden: I shouldn't have stayed up the night before watching tv.. I have no regrets the weave snatching was fun I don't wanna work today.

⚠️ ABSOLUTELY HORRENDOUS SMUT WARNING ⚠️ A collection of absolutely horribly smutty stories I never planned on publishing due to how incredibly embarrassing they are 😭

COMING SOON...

I cannot tell you how i ended up loving a God who could care less about me. the only details that remain are what age I fell in love with a greater being. I guess being a being who loves only one person and every other being is like an annoying pest. maybe i could be loved if I expanded my love. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Martin Wyrick had fallen in love with the god of music. the god did not return those feelings at all

An unhinged, bratty WR kouhai refuses to let anything happen to her senpai's wish for a peaceful school life. Expect tomfoolery, shenanigans, and a lot of OOC. Plot? Immersive cerebral warfare? Intense manipulation tactics? Character growth? Flip the bird and kindly fuck off~ No one's bothering Senpai! Trying to finish the planning stage of my first fic has become unexpectedly difficult, so I decided to write something light-hearted to give myself a break. Let's have some fun :)

We all have someone that catches our eye. Whether that be a small hallway crush or a friend we can't seem to get off our mind. We often catch ourselves thinking of them throughout the day. Going as far as making up scenarios where they talk to us, save us, or just simply acknowledge our presence. Some of us even use these scenarios to help us go to bed at night or get out of bed in the morning, with hope that we might catch even the smallest glimpse of them. Maybe even catch their eye. This story is a compilation of my scenarios. And I hope it serves as inspiration for yours. ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*: This story has been in my mind for some time, though I would like to clear up some confusion that may arise from the set-up of this story. The characters may be fictional, but they were inspired by real people and somewhat real events that have been altered with the help of my imagination. Think of this as a book of one-shots because although it will never follow the same plot as the story progresses, the characters will be the same in each one. The title of each chapter represents what I was doing when I thought of that specific scenario. This story is to serve as an outlet for me to rid myself of these scenarios and the person that inspired them, but to serve as inspiration for the reader as everyone needs a scenerio to play in their mind to help them sleep with ease.

probably ooc ✌ cringe and I really like reddie maybe angst but I'm low key bad at writing it.... Um yeah idk

This is a story about a puny, ordinary, mortal girly girl. A girl who comes across this beautiful, god-like creature - THE one and only, HARRY STYLES - in her ordinary day-to-day job at Coco's cafeteria! Come and see, how the sparks start flying in-between this divine hunk of a male and an ordinary cafeteria, honest hard-working gal. (Warning: May contain these said sparks, high levels of feral excitement and absolute delusion.)

The city bleeds beneath the midnight rain, Where laws are broken and the sirens cry. One shields the streets through violence and pain, One heals the scars beneath a sterile sky. IPS Kaiz Rathore is chaos dressed in grace-a rogue officer who defies commands and mocks at death. Dr. Ira Mishra is perfection personified-a dedicated, elegant physician who rules her ward with absolute composure. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hi everyone! I am a beginner writer and this is my very first story. It's a rhythmic, poetic slow-burn full of banter, angst, and a very dramatic ips . I am learning as I go, so please leave a comment, vote, and let me know what you think!