Fourteen years ago, Scarlett let her daughter go- telling herself that love sometimes means leaving. She buried the memory. The what-ifs. The quiet ache that never really went away. But fate doesn't forget. In the middle of Manhattan, one careless collision brings her face to face with a girl who feels like a ghost of everything she lost- familiar eyes, a presence that lingers a second too long. And suddenly, the past isn't buried anymore. It's breathing. Hurting. Reaching back to her. Now Scarlett is left with the kind of feelings that came too late... and the question that hurts the most- what if the life she gave away... was the one she was meant to keep?

➤ "If you asked me to kiss you, I would." One grew up among the trees, the other surrounded by the ocean. It wasn't their similarities that the two found so interesting in each other, but rather their numerous differences, which turned out to be the beginning of an unforgettable new chapter in their lives; the start of two teenage na'vi blossoming into something they had never expected. - (Aonung x Neteyam) -Avatar The Way Of Water- [original Cover art made by seykkii] * #1 in "avatarthewayofwater" * * #1 in "neteyamxaonung" * * #1 in "mlm" *

❝ You may love a monster, but it does not change it's nature...❞ Tsireya x male!oc A person's choice of companion is a curious thing, isn't it? ⚠︎ This story contains pretty wild stuff, please be careful when reading some chapers. ! AGE GAP ! +16 or older reader advised. Best rankings: #1 Tsireya, #1 Loak, #1 Avatarthewayofwater, #1 Jakesully, #1 Neytiri, #1 Maleoc.

Zahu Awaun Mangkwa was born into a clan of fire, violence, and ash-but she refused to become one of them. Cast out by her own mother for showing mercy, Zahu wanders alone, marked by the red war paint and grey skin that make others fear her. When she is found by Neytiri and brought before the Omatikaya, she is met with anger, suspicion, and calls for her death. Under the watchful gaze of Mo'at, Zahu must prove she is not the monster her clan created-while struggling with the truth of where she comes from. This story is pure fictional🩵💙

"𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐞? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬-" "𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝!" ͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ In which lottie matthews uses her best friend's plan to her advantage in hopes she'll see her differently. all was going well ..until their plane crashes (Cover by the lovely @gaptoothsmiles) #1 in 'yellowjackets' (4/2026) #3 in 'lottiematthews' (4/2026)

You've been dating House for long enough to know how he is, to know how he reacts. Though everytime he reacts a certain way you're almost surprised, half expecting him to do something different at some point. But he never does, and you're getting used to it. With more downs than ups leaving has never crossed your mind, since you know that everything would be even worse without him. He knows it too, even if he wishes he could be better, that someone, anyone else, would be better than he is.

She was a dropout. A dealer. A disaster wrapped in sarcasm and leather. He was a doctor. A liar. A broken man addicted to pain and pills. They weren't supposed to meet. They weren't supposed to fall. They weren't supposed to need each other this much. But when the boy she swore to protect ends up under House's care, their lives collide in the worst and best ways imaginable. One night becomes two. A coping mechanism turns into obsession. He turned to Vicodin. She turned to alcohol. And when that didn't numb the pain, they turned to each other. This story is one of bloodstained couches, hallucinations, and stolen moments. Of guilt, trauma, sex without kisses, and heartbreak without closure. Because sometimes... the worst addictions aren't chemicals. They're people. || I can't believe this story is finally done. Oh my goodness. I loved writing this so much, and I hope you guys love it as much as I do. ||

Calla Bennett-sharp-tongued, red-haired, emotionally distant-had one plan: survive high school with Van at her side, make it through the season, and get as far away from Wiskayok as possible. But when the Yellowjackets' private plane crashes deep in the wilderness, everything shatters. What began as a team trip becomes a nightmare with no end. Hunger, secrets, something in the trees... and something darker inside themselves. As days bleed into weeks, the team fractures, loyalties blur, and survival begins to demand unthinkable things. And Calla? She was never meant to be the hero. But the wilderness doesn't care about who you were. Only what you'll become. Season one: ongoing Season two: Season three:

Sabrina Carpenter x Female Original Character 🥇#sabrina 🥇#sabrinacarpenter

Sabrina Carpenter x Fem OC Currently 1 in #sabrinacarpenter Currently 1 in #sabrina Currently 1 in #sweet-romance Fresh off a demanding yet successful overseas tour, a disciplined 26 years old Royal Marines Captain reluctantly agrees to accompany her younger sister to a Sabrina Carpenter concert-more out of sibling duty than personal interest. Expecting little more than loud music and a crowd she doesn't quite fit into, she arrives guarded, composed, and out of place in civilian life. But the night shifts during the performance of "Juno." Amid flashing lights and a roaring audience, Sabrina's eyes lands on her-sharp posture, unbothered presence, and a quiet intensity that stands out in a sea of fans. Intrigued, Sabrina leans into the playful theatrics of the song, singling her out. In a flirtatious twist, she has the captain "arrested" as part of the act, pulling her briefly into the spotlight. The crowd cheers, her sister is ecstatic, and the captain-trained to remain unshaken under pressure-finds herself unexpectedly disarmed. As the concert continues, Sabrina keeps returning to her-subtle glances, teasing smiles, and knowing winks that feel far more personal than performance. What began as an sibling obligation turns into something confusing for the captain, who can't quite explain why she's feeling something she hasn't felt in a long time. Later that night, away from the stage lights, Sabrina and her friend Paloma slip out in disguise to a nearby bar, for a moment of normalcy. By coincidence-or perhaps something like fate-the captain ends up in the same bar, having been dragged along by her sister for post-concert drinks. Neither recognizes the other immediately. But when they do, the energy from the stage lingers-only now it's quieter, more intimate.