Situationships Stories

"What do you believe this world has for us?" "Nothing but an emptiness hollow. No one to be seen." "What about me? Will you still see me if the world destroys itself?" "... Do you think you're able to see me?" "Of course. Why wouldn't I?" "Ridiculous, aren't you, Dark Cacao Cookie?" "No, but I can improve myself for you Mystic Flour Cookie. You'll see it coming." Mystic Flour Cookie knows what silly plan he has for that dumb stage. But she rather try to save him and herself. 'But why feel that way?' she asked herself. She should care about herself and herself only. But why does she want to save him too? She's seen as the 'beast' of Apathy by the other cookies in the garden. What does Dark Cacao Cookie see in her!? It's not like she's an angel to him or some Goddess. Though, he was the first one to see her when he was lonely. Just like her. (This is also in AO3, I low-key forgot about this app 💔)

She learned early that boys came with conditions. Some wanted silence. Some wanted patience. Some wanted her to shrink herself into something easier to hold. And she, foolish and full-hearted, kept mistaking attending attenting for care. Love never arrived loudly in her life. It came in fragments. In half-promises, in late replies and earlier excuses. And still, she stayed. Not because she was weak, but because she believed love was supposed to hurt before it healed. Hey everyone, my English is not that good, so please don't judge me. And I hope you all enjoy this. Thank you for bearing with me. This is my first time writing too, so help me out when i make mistakes. enjoy the reading.;)

Maybe they're not your friends. The hood guy might be your true love. Life experiences are added "spices" to our lives. This is not your traditional cook book, it's a conscious cookbook! It's just some suggestive self-care recipes with a splash of experiences to serve you something good. These are not food recipes, however I used some words or food names to illustrate how interesting self-care is.

two people in a situationship. who will fall first ? who will experience heartbreak and uncertainty? Read to find out.

I wrote this down feeling guilty about hurting over a boy I never really dated.

Shayla Jean-Baptiste has always been too much. Too loud when she laughs, too bold when she enters a room, too opinionated when she opens her mouth. And now? She's too tired to keep pretending she's got it all together. Between finishing her master's degree, blogging her secrets under a name nobody knows, dodging situationships, juggling complicated friendships, and showing up as the "therapist" in a Haitian family that doesn't believe in therapy-Shayla is over it. Over her mom asking why she's still single. Over her dad minding everyone's business but his own. Over her sister's drama, her brother's silence, and a church that wants her nodding even though she stopped believing a long time ago. Rent is high. Jobs are draining. Cancel culture stays lurking. And love? Don't even ask. Overit is a sharp, funny, and brutally honest coming-of-age story about surviving your twenties as a Black Haitian woman in a world that wants you to smile pretty while carrying everybody else's secrets.

this is a book for all the teenagers who think Wordsworth's use of hyperbole is cool and that poetry is more than just words. People who try to find that extra meaning in everything.

Being vulnerable in 2024.

The thoughts and memories of the salted love that one receives when all she ever wanted was just love, care, support, and unconditional love that just endlessly feel safe and warm. Where the other individual gives this manipulative, unthinkable love that is wounded, a sour love that fills the void with darkness and open the wound with nothing but hate, anger, pain, and tears that flow endlessly. A unthinkable love where the individual that can hate him with so much anger and pain, and yet still love him with all her heart, even if he comes back and hurts her again. All she does is forgive him endless times even though he's ruining her emotionally, mentally, physically, and psychologically.

I want to drink your words like white wine. And I really do wonder what it is about white wine that makes me so mean. I only want the sugar‑coated truth. I don't know what you'd say, that's why I don't ask. The same way I don't know why white wine is clear, and I don't ask why. You handed me a drink. It was red wine. I don't like red wine. I don't even like wine at all. The same way I don't like the breath of nicotine on your mouth. They say it's bad luck to spill salt at the table, or to toast with water, or to look too long at something you want but don't ask for. I like the feeling of your freshly shaven face. The small laugh you let out, the smile that shows up right before you pull me in to kiss me. The Wall‑E plushie you got me. I like the sound of birds in the morning when I'm back home. I leave the window open at night so they wake me up on weekends. It doesn't matter how cold it gets. It reminds me of happier times.

Everything was going well. Relationships mending, trauma healing, a new future was awaiting all of the past contestants of total drama. So what happens when a certain Chris Mclean invites the original cast back out of desperation to save the ratings of the show. (originally written on AO3 :) - Co-Writer: CrustyLima)

Aims couples fan fics here! You guys can send requests. I don't do smut here.

Can Two Perspectives Mesh An Become One?

Iris thinks she's found real love - the kind that makes her feel special, safe, and complete. Draven says sweet things, holds her gently, and looks at her like she means everything. She believes he cares. She believes it's real. But the truth is, he's not in it for love. He's with her because she makes him feel better for a little while. He likes her body, not her heart. And the saddest part? Even after all that... She still loves him.

soon..

This is my collections of romantic misadventures, where logic takes a backseat and emotions crash headfirst into the bizarre. From a failed situationship that felt like a limited-time trial of heartbreak to crushes that bloomed in the strangest places-each chapter is a testament to love's ability to be both magical and utterly ridiculous.

As Lyla sheds the last remnants of her teenage years, she finds herself drawn to the sweet but complicated James, who she knows she should stay away from. What begins as a subtle attraction gradually intensifies into a deep and transformative connection that challenges her understanding of identity, desire, and the complexities of the human heart. Lyla navigates the joys, uncertainties, and heartaches of their fleeting connection, ultimately leaving a lasting impact on her life. Ocean Eyes explores the exploration of one's true desires, capturing the raw emotions and complexities of first love and the heartbreak one must endure to grow as a person. This is not a love story. It's ultimately a coming-of-age story that's kick-started by a romance that knocks Lyla off her feet. Content/trigger warning: mental health

Zenorri and Jakari are left with the responsibility of taking care of their godson, Amir, when his parents are murdered. The two sorta have something going on but they're so opposite in their views and personalities that they're always arguing and breaking up. Can they put their differences aside for Amir and give him the home they know their best friends would have wanted?

She thinks love will make her happy. Her best friend knows better. As situationships blur into heartbreak, concern turns maternal, silence grows louder, and the same cycle repeats. This is a quiet story about loving someone who keeps choosing almosts and staying even when you know how it ends.

Feelings am I right? Situationships? Painful indeed. All the confusion, but barely any answers.