Alive
{: Hey there! I’m Alive or Weeping! Glad to meet you!! {: I’m here to consume other people’s AMAZING original stories! {: I am also a HUGE fan of Supernatural (Castiel especially, as I’m sure my profile suggests), The Mysteries of Aravos/TDP, The Outsiders, and many many more!! {: A lot of my Original Characters/Stories have been sitting in my notes app for ages, and I’m glad to finally be able to see them come to life! Thanks for the visit! - 💋 Alive/Weeping

Stories

    Off Campus | Choose Your Fate

    Being a new student at Briar University comes with the unexciting fact that Y/n has to fit in to the world of a new college. Just trying to go about their day, Y/n stumbles into the world of Briar U’s star hockey team, becoming close friends with Allie and Hannah along the way, and ultimately ending up with one of the players, or one of the girls. How will the story go?

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    Not Giving Up

    Jasper has loved Y/n for years. His best friend’s sister—how ironic. There’s one problem. He wants to be over her. It’s clear she doesn’t quite understand his adoration for her. She just sees him at surface level: a fuck boy. He’s a fuck boy because he wants to get over her. It’s really hard to stay away when her friends are bad influences. And when guys like to watch her. He’s not giving up—yet. But he’ll always protect her. Even if his love is without reciprocation.

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    Welcome Home - Love, Darry

    For years, Darrel “Darry” Curtis has been the sole parental unit of the Curtis household. This means he has lost everything that wasn’t his responsibility. He’s all work. No play. He wakes up at the crack of dawn, goes to work roofing houses, then comes home to care for his kid brothers and the rest of the gang. He’s about due for some leisure. Back in high school, he knew this girl. Y/n. She was a soc. She was his friend. They were impossibly close. Then she moved away. Since then, and after his parents died, Darry’s life has been full of responsibilities. He hasn’t been able to build new relationships. Y/n has spent her time studying, becoming a nurse at a top medical school on a full ride scholarship. Neither have reached out. Not a single letter. Until now. Y/n has returned to her deceased father’s broken and worn down house in hopes of rebuilding and fixing the home. All the while, reuniting with Darry. When Y/n steps back into town, she's not the same girl Darry remembers—she's polished, exhausted from years of pressure, and wrestling with guilt over never writing. Darry, meanwhile, has built walls so high he's forgotten how to let anyone in. Their first meeting isn't warm; it's awkward, stiff, and laced with unspoken hurt. Both are terrified the other sees only the label—Soc or Greaser—not the person who used to know every secret. Y/n's father's house sits on the border between East and West—literally a crumbling landmark caught between two worlds. Fixing it up becomes a metaphor for rebuilding what's broken: the house, their friendship, and the bridge between their divided lives. The gang eyes her return with suspicion; the Socs see it as slumming. But Darry sees a ghost he never stopped missing.

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    Tied by Grace | SPN — Castiel

    While on a normal, salt-and-burn hunt, Castiel is suddenly popped next to Y/N—an aspiring hunter who heard the Winchesters were in town and wanted to see their “process”. But now, Castiel’s grace has her tied up. Literary. He can’t be outside a six feet radius of her. Now, Y/N gets to live out her dreams of hunting with the Winchesters, while being tethered to an Angel of the Lord. An Angel of the Lord who may or may not be developing feelings for her.

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    {: Cold & Quiet Vow :}

    Everest Roman is on track to be the youngest, biggest, and baddest Italian mafia boss the western world has seen. But he’s has a few issues. Very, very personal issues. Number one; his son who holds his soul. Number two is a little more… complicated. He hates his arranged wife. With the passion of a hundred burning suns. But it’s fine. He’ll manage.

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    {: A Papergirl..? :}

    New York City, 1899 In the crowded, cutthroat streets of Manhattan, newsboys fight for every penny, every headline, every breath. They're a family of orphans and runaways, bound together by hunger and hope, surviving on grit and grit alone. Thomas "Thatch" Calloway is their reluctant leader—a seventeen-year-old with ink-stained fingers, a hidden notebook of sketches, and a fierce protectiveness for the boys under his care. He's learned to trust no one, to expect nothing, and to never let his guard down. Not for anyone. Until {user} stumbles into Newsie Square. A golden-haired girl with tear-stained cheeks and a red handprint blooming across her face, {user} doesn't belong in this world of rough-and-tumble street kids and ruthless distributors. She's soft where they're hard. Innocent where they're hardened. And she has nowhere else to go. When Thatch steps in to protect her from a brutal distributor, he tells himself it's just another stray to look after. Another mouth to feed. Another problem to solve. But {user} latches onto him with a desperate trust that terrifies him—following him everywhere, clinging to his side, looking at him like he's the only safe thing in a world that's done nothing but hurt her. She's too thin. Too broken. Too full of questions he doesn't know how to answer. And the more time he spends with her, the harder it becomes to remember why he ever wanted to keep his distance. But danger lurks around every corner in the city that never sleeps. The newsboy strike is brewing, tensions are rising, and {user}'s past is closer than anyone realizes. Thatch has spent his whole life protecting his boys—but protecting {user} might cost him everything. Because she's not just another stray. She's his angel. And he'll burn the whole city down before he lets anyone touch her again. --- She needed a savior. He never wanted to be one. But some angels don't fall from heaven—they rise from the streets. ---

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