WILDFLOWER.
❝ somehow you've managed to
become my favourite person ❞
in which rivalry fades into the understanding that love is found with her
the really loud house fan fiction
lynn loud x female oc
⸝⋆˚࿔ WILDFLOWER 𝜗𝜚˚ ♫ you're so vain; carly simon ♫
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⸝⸝ 005, spiderman ꩜ .ᐟ ❝ you look perfect ❞
Vienna Herrera was a scaredy cat, as you may call it. Horror stories, movies, haunted houses—you name it. She'd make every excuse to turn away, close her eyes, or skip out altogether. The blonde laughed off her skittishness with her friends, claiming it was all just "fun." But anyone who truly knew her could see through it; they could sense how she tried to play it cool, only to get caught by a whisper of wind.
And it showed in her every action: the way she clutched her necklace like a lifeline so tightly her knuckles would turn white, the nervous tapping of her fingers, the jump in her shoulders at even the smallest of sounds.
So when she heard the insistent tapping on her window—her second-story window—you could imagine her fear.
Her heart stuttered, her chest tightened, and she sat motionless, dread rooting her in place. Her hand flew instinctively to her necklace, gripping the golden charm so hard it left an imprint on her palm.
The tapping continued, rhythmic and deliberate, cutting through the stillness of the night like a cold whisper. Each tap seemed to echo louder than the last, almost taunting, daring her to look.
Vienna was basking in the embrace of her bedsheets, lost in the movie scenes of How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days flickering softly on her laptop, her thoughts drifting with the familiar story as she bathed in the soft glow.
The faint tapping on her window began as a gentle rhythm, and she thought of the usual lull of raindrops against the glass. But soon, it sharpened, insistent—too steady to be rain, too deliberate to ignore.
Home alone, her heart quickened as she reached for her phone, fingers trembling as she typed a hurried message to her mom, each letter feeling heavier than the last against the unsettling quiet.
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The absence of her mother's response weighed heavily on her, but something within her stirred—a flicker of fearlessness, fragile yet undeniable. So, the coward decided to become a lion.
