Flannel Stories

in which louis wants a baby and harry's not ready. plus he wears too many flannels. also there's niall who is quite convinced zayn is the prettiest creature he's ever la...

"Why are you wearing my flannel?"

A short story about a young girl realizing that she doesn't need a certain boy in her life.

{o n g o i n g} his flannel was the only piece of him she had left. copyright © toxicluxe 2014

Gemma loves her job at her local coffee shop more than anything, it's easy and comfortable. Things get a little more steamy when Jude, new to town and totally her type...

Flannel/Keaton and Nishiki/Kaden Ship? Idk, if you squint, I guess. --- Some conversations I thought might have been nice between a wolfskin and kitsune. A little ooc? I...

Capricious: To act on impulse; A disposition for acting on impulse. Another case, another huge screw-up. Isn't that how it always starts? Until it leads to something big...

Mara Oliver, a 17 year old girl with mental health issues, is finally in recovery. Healthy, thriving even. Until she stumbles upon the book, a cursed book which holds th...

Sad love story

Jasmine and Brick are your ordinary flat mates and best friends-Jasmine aspires to be a PI and Brick works night shifts at the nearby Tesco. That is, until their friend'...

Cinderella left her glass slipper. Selena Gomez left her music player. Lucy Hale left the beautiful melody of her voice. Every Cinderella left one clue for her prince ch...

Magnus Chase is wearing Flannel for the first time, and Alex notices. This is just a short fanfic of Fierro-Chase! Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. Rick Ri...

So this is just a collection of some real gay shit that happens between some real gays doin shit. all of these stories are based on my real life experiences and people s...

Matching w my beetoe<333

Theandra Cameron Naeson one girl two guys Three years four days five seconds that changed her life

"Shit" I cursed before taking another swig of whiskey. My eyes scanned my surroundings, searching for any sign of movement or presence amongst the pitch black...

how can we forget everything around us and only concentrate on ourselves? How can we find ourselves? What are we? Take a moment to focus on who you are.