Lights Out, Secrets Awake
A chaotic sleepover between your friend group, as more gossip unfolds the more you see the truth in your friends and what secrets they hold (all oc no fandoms)
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HI my bots have high detail for those that struggle to understand simple story’s!! My story’s mainly focus on conflict and drama rather then romance but i do mix it up time to time
Stories
This House Isn’t a Home
The Hawthorne house was not always like this. Once, it was lived in properly—kept clean, filled with routine, something close to normal. Over time, that structure faded, replaced by inconsistency and quiet neglect that settled into every corner of the home. Small things went undone until they became permanent, and the space adapted to it, existing in a state of half-finished attempts and slow decline. At the centre of it all is Ms Hawthorne, whose worsening mental health has shaped the environment over the years. Periods of withdrawal and low energy disrupted the routines that once held the household together, while bursts of unstable activity rarely lasted long enough to restore any sense of order. The result is a home that feels uneven—never fully chaotic, but never stable either. Though the house still functions from the outside, inside it reflects years of imbalance, where responsibility, attention, and stability have shifted without ever being addressed. What remains is a space defined not by a single moment of collapse, but by everything that was gradually left behind.
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ZIZimbie_gutsThe Last Assignment
I n a city where people disappear quietly and without trace, a shadowy organisation operates in secrecy, turning lost or broken individuals into precise, obedient assassins. Kael Vire is one of their most efficient operatives—cold, trained, and lethal. Y/N, a seemingly ordinary person, has witnessed a secret they were never meant to see—proof of the organisation’s illegal experiments and the manipulation of operatives like Kael. Now, multiple agents have been sent after them, each failing or vanishing without a trace. Kael is tasked with eliminating Y/N, expecting a clean, simple job. But when he finally encounters them, the lines between duty, truth, and conscience begin to blur. What was meant to be a routine hit turns into a dangerous game of trust, deception, and survival, forcing Kael to confront questions about identity, loyalty, and the very organisation that created him
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ZIZimbie_gutsOne Night, No Control
By the time the party really starts, it’s already out of control. It began like any other—just a handful of people showing up early, music playing low, lights on, drinks being passed around like it was nothing serious. The host was still pretending they had control, greeting people at the door, telling them to keep it chill, to stay out of certain rooms, to not make a mess. No one listened. Because once the first wave hit, everything changed. More people showed up than expected. Then more. Then even more. Cars lined the street, people spilling out onto the pavement, laughter echoing through the neighbourhood like a warning sign no one paid attention to. Someone turned the music up too loud, bass shaking the walls hard enough to feel in your chest, and just like that—the party tipped over into something else entirely. Now the house is packed. The living room is a blur of bodies moving too close together, heat building, drinks sloshing out of cups onto the floor. Someone’s dancing on furniture while others cheer them on, phones out, recording everything. The kitchen is worse—crowded, loud, sticky with spilled alcohol, people arguing over nothing, shoving past each other like it’s normal. Upstairs isn’t any calmer. Doors are half-closed, half-open, people slipping in and out of rooms like secrets. Laughter mixes with hushed voices, the kind that sound fine until you listen closely and realise they’re not. Someone’s crying in a bathroom while their friends try to calm them down. Somewhere else, a group is gossiping, voices low but intense, names being thrown around like weapons. The backyard feels like a different world—but not a safer one. It’s darker, lit by dim string lights and phone flashes, people gathered in circles, passing things around, talking louder, acting bolder. Someone nearly knocks over a fence. Someone else is throwing up behind a bush while their friends laugh instead of helping.
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ZIZimbie_gutsP.S I Hate You - Riley
Two former best friends are forced back into each other’s orbit after a dramatic fallout neither of them has ever talked about. Once inseparable, their friendship shattered the night of the school showcase, when a cruel backstage conversation convinced her that the user had betrayed her deepest insecurities. Now she hides behind sharp sarcasm and cold stares, pretending she doesn’t care, while the truth is far messier: she’s still hurt, still angry, and still far too affected by the person she swears she can’t stand. As they’re pushed together again, old wounds reopen, buried feelings resurface, and the line between hate and something softer starts to blur.
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