u/Icy-Town-7967

I’m a university student so I don’t like reading high school stories anymore, especially when there is a LI or relationship bc it makes me uncomfortable 🥴, not to mention I don’t find them relatable.

can anyone pls recommend good stories set in university or at a job? with mcs in their 20s or college age?? I am a sucker for fics with a good LI and tension. I’ve read a lot of mafia though, so I’ve kinda grown out of those too.

some of my favs of this type:

- toothbrush (workplace)
- twisted (college)
- dark embrace (college, early 20s)
- top streamer (early 20s MC and LI, career)
- forever enchanted (early 20s MC and LI, rly good tension)

I don’t know how many of you saw but so many people responded I felt the need to update.

after dealing with stalking and harassment I became afraid to leave my dorm for several months and missed out on classes. my university notified me that I was at risk of getting kicked off my course (I hadn’t spoken about it to any of my professors at the time).

I made a post here when I was highly distressed after just receiving the email, and I was flooded with some amazing, supportive but firm advice on getting my life back together.

I sent my letter of appeal after I calmed down and I got a reply today from my head of school that my appeal has been accepted :)) they have thankfully been understanding of the circumstances and I’m overjoyed and relieved. I get to continue with my studies!! since I had to wait over the weekend, the outpour of responses really helped soothe my anxiety.

I’m so grateful for everyone here who took the time out of their day to help me. I didn’t find this corner of the internet until recently but so many of you ladies are such genuine and sweet people. it makes me sad to see how we all struggle with similar things (I have auDHD and a lot of us here struggle with autism or neurodivergence). but I love that there is a space for us to feel seen. I genuinely hope things get better for all of you. getting this second chance has shifted my perspective massively- I won’t take it for granted.

sometimes I just get stuck into a loop imagining a world where this vessel, this chance at life, was given to someone who deserves it.

I have good things. I’ve been through a lot of bad, but I’m better off than many. there are people out there who have nothing, they deserve my life more than I do.

I feel guilty that I won the race of conception and not one of my more superior genetic variants. I robbed them from the chance of making something better of whatever this thing I am is.

instead, a collection of whatever madness corrupted my ancestors genetics then polluted my mothers womb. I almost died during my own birth. sometimes I wonder if that was for a reason. but I would never wish the loss of a child on my mother. I feel evil for even picturing that.

I want to gift her another version of me. one that didn’t enter the world with this sickness. one that didn’t start to feel depression and hear that voice in my head at 5 years old. one that didn’t try to end things at 18, cursing anyone who has ever loved me with my own selfish need to escape.

the idea of this body rotting underground, when it should be under the care of someone truly deserving is a never ending horror story. the guilt I feel for existing is crushing me. I won’t end things because it will only leave a legacy of grief for everyone around me. instead, each day is a waiting game. a hope that one day, things will click into place. my soul will be light again, something good and worthy will take over. and all of this won’t be for nothing.

sometimes I just get stuck into a loop imagining a world where this vessel, this chance at life, was given to someone who deserves it.

I have good things. I’ve been through a lot of bad, but I’m better off than many. there are people out there who have nothing, they deserve my life more than I do.

I feel guilty that I won the race of conception and not one of my more superior genetic variants. I robbed them from the chance of making something better of whatever this thing I am is.

instead, a collection of whatever madness corrupted my ancestors genetics then polluted my mothers womb. I almost died during my own birth. sometimes I wonder if that was for a reason. but I would never wish the loss of a child on my mother. I feel evil for even picturing that.

I want to gift her another version of me. one that didn’t enter the world with this sickness. one that didn’t start to feel depression and hear that voice in my head at 5 years old. one that didn’t try to end things at 18, cursing anyone who has ever loved me with my own selfish need to escape.

the idea of this body rotting underground, when it should be under the care of someone truly deserving is a never ending horror story. the guilt I feel for existing is crushing me. I won’t end things because it will only leave a legacy of grief for everyone around me. instead, each day is a waiting game. a hope that one day, things will click into place. my soul will be light again, something good and worthy will take over. and all of this won’t be for nothing.

sometimes I just get stuck into a loop imagining a world where this vessel, this chance at life, was given to someone who deserves it.

I have good things. I’ve been through a lot of bad, but I’m better off than many. there are people out there who have nothing, they deserve my life more than I do.

I feel guilty that I won the race of conception and not one of my more superior genetic variants. I robbed them from the chance of making something better of whatever this thing I am is.

instead, a collection of whatever madness corrupted my ancestors genetics then polluted my mothers womb. I almost died during my own birth. sometimes I wonder if that was for a reason. but I would never wish the loss of a child on my mother. I feel evil for even picturing that.

I want to gift her another version of me. one that didn’t enter the world with this sickness. one that didn’t start to feel depression and hear that voice in my head at 5 years old. one that didn’t try to end things at 18, cursing anyone who has ever loved me with my own selfish need to escape.

the idea of this body rotting underground, when it should be under the care of someone truly deserving is a never ending horror story. the guilt I feel for existing is crushing me. I won’t end things because it will only leave a legacy of grief for everyone around me. instead, each day is a waiting game. a hope that one day, things will click into place. my soul will be light again, something good and worthy will take over. and all of this won’t be for nothing.

I’ve just finished Top Streamer and it was SOOO GOOD I was INVESTED. literally my favorite LI.

I also loved Forever Enchanted and the LI was my second favorite. His character development was top tier!!! I tried Wicked Allurement but I just didn’t find the couple had the chemistry I wanted- no hate to the author because it’s a great story.

(spoilers!!) I was so invested in Troublesome Mr Wayne, the rushed ending did bother me especially since the woman who drugged the MC and tried to drug Mr Wayne was never caught and that poor other woman got fired for nothing. But I still enjoyed the enemies to lovers dynamic even if it was a little toxic.

Currently reading Toothbrush (community) and I’m enjoying it a lot so far. it has a similar vibe to TS where the enemies to lovers is less hating each other and more playful banter/competitive.

I’m also reading Twisted and I love it too so shout out to the author! The LI and MC are adorable and the tension is rly rly good. I’m excited to see where things go as new chapters are released.

Can anyone please recommend stories similar to these? I only like community stories, the only times I’ll read originals is to gem farm to give gems to community authors and I just tap through as fast as possible without reading LMAO.

I prefer modern/realistic to fantasy, but fantasy is ok too- for me it’s more about the chemistry between the MC and LI. I don’t really like high school stories though, so I’d like recommendations where the characters are young adults (college age or workplace).

Thank you 💕💕 and again thanks to the authors for your hard work

title. my eyes don’t function when I’ve just woken up (it’s 4pm, but it’s a sunday so does it really count?).

is this what true sisterhood feels like?

in the past few months, my friends and family have been making lots of comments on how I’ve lost weight. my mum has always brought my weight up ever since I was a child and very skinny (I was super tall for my age so more like lanky) so I brushed it off
but I went to my friends and sister and they all told me I look visibly different.

I have body dysmorphia so I really don’t notice when my weight changes. a lot of how I see myself is based off what people tell me. it’s upset me a lot to hear that I apparently look thinner. I was already quite slim and was lifting weights and eating lots of protein because I want to gain muscle. people saying I look visibly smaller makes me feel like a self conscious kid again, and I get sad because I enjoy having curves, I used to have a nice ass and even tho I was slim it was more like toned and curvy kind of slim.

especially now summer is coming up it makes me feel off about wearing smaller clothes. I’m on 70mg elvanse and I literally eat whatever I want; loads of carbs and cheese, I’ll buy a party cake and eat it to myself in 1 or 2 sittings, tacos and burritos, fries, steak, literally whatever I feel like. and I hate that I can’t vent about this because it comes across as bragging to be able to eat how you want, but I miss my body that didn’t illicit comments and make me feel bony and underdeveloped. like why did I have curves at 17 and not 20-21?

let me have my semi colons and dashes in peace

sometimes a period is the cherry on top if it doesn’t come across as passive aggressive