They didn't end up in the same space on purpose. Brooklynn is the quiet type. Not shy... just tired. Tired in the "life been heavy for a while now" way. He minds his business, goes to work, comes home, and keeps his world small because that's how he breathes. Azyir is the opposite. Loud, funny, always in motion. ADHD running the wheel every day. Talks so much he forgets to say what he really means. Laughs loud so nobody asks if he's okay. They sit in the same trig class at their HBCU, but they don't talk. They don't dislike each other either. They just... live in two different worlds. Messiah Markell is their professor. Older, calm, strict in the quiet way that makes people sit up straighter. He owns a club downtown called Desirable, but in class he keeps everything controlled. He doesn't like watching people drown in silence or noise. He sees them both slipping. Not failing. Slipping. So he tells them to stay after class. Every day. Not for tutoring. Not for discipline. Just to sit, breathe, work, or not work. A room where nobody has to force themselves to be "okay." And somehow, without anybody planning it... The quiet one. The loud one. And the man who teaches them how to stay. Start learning how to need each other. Not in a fast way. Not in a dramatic way. In the way real connections happen: Slow glances. Shared exhaustion. Walking home together because home doesn't feel safe tonight. Sitting in silence that doesn't hurt. Being seen without having to explain. This is a story about: Black boy rest. Soft dominance. Messy feelings. Learning how to stay present. No fake deep. No forced love. Just real people figuring out how to breathe.

rick grimes x fem!oc ♱ in which rick grimes falls for the farmer's youngest daughter, and cecelia marie greene falls for the married man. but both are off limits.

"That I fumbled your heart Should've let go of my past for you, damn You did everything I asked of you Traveled cross country if I asked you to But I'm just bad for you I fumbled your heart"

Killing people was easy for Kingston Knight, selling drugs was easy...but falling in love was something he knew nothing about. He watches the way his little sister has fallen in love and wonder if he can ever treat a woman like that? Can he put his guard down to let someone other than family in? Promise Marshall is a little rough around the edges, being raised in a orphanage and running away at the age 16 she had no choice but to dance. With her troubled past that makes her the woman she is now...can she also let her guard down? Can she be that soft girl?

"In a room that held the most dangerous men, stood an angel." ~ Daisy was a beautiful, naïve daughter of a proud, wealthy family. Somehow, she agreed to go prison to protect her family's dignity. Only she didn't know that it would be at Bluebird Prison... for Men! Alone and afraid in an unknown place with strange people, she tried her best to disappear into the shadows, wishing nothing more than to escape. But, that was impossible when her adorable personality and doe eyes held an innocence that could capture any man's heart and drop them to their knees. A heart she did unknowingly capture belonged to none other than Seth. While she was sweet and shy, he was dangerous and struck fear into the strongest of men. A dominating aura was carried proudly around him yet when he met his lovely Daisy, he was instantly wrapped around all of her tiny fingers, knowing he'd do whatever possible to give her everything she had ever wanted. ~ [COMPLETED] [BOOK 1] read chapters earlier on Inkitt and Good Novel

ʏ/ɴ ʟ/ɴ, ᴄᴏᴅᴇɴᴀᴍᴇ - a̷̧͓͚͕̞͌̐̃͗̎̚͠ᴘᴘᴏʟᴏ. ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ᴍɪʟɪᴛᴀʀʏ ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʀᴇᴄʀᴜɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ Ǵ̴̟̺̩̠͖̣̪ü̶̢̱̠͖̦̲͙͓a̷̧͓͚͕̞͌̐̃͗̎̚͠r̸̭͕͚̪̳̥̪͎̮̯̉͆d̴͎̯͛̏̕̕, ᴘʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴘʀɪꜱᴏɴ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴜɴɪQᴜᴇ ɪɴᴍᴀᴛᴇꜱ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ᴜɴʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜʏ ᴏ̸̡̟͚̳̰̖̍̄̇͝ʙ̶͕̲͔͙̞̱̲̰̯̯̑̇́̐ꜱ̴͕̖̠̲̼͖̾͊̃̑ᴇ̵̞̬̫̳̘͐͂̊͜ꜱ̷̨̪͕̜͓̱̭̙̦̀͜ꜱ̸̼͉̦̆ɪ̴͍̮̰̣̼̥͙̩̜̒̍̀̆̓̌̚̚͝͝ᴏ̴̡̢̤͍͓̮͍͉͕̺̏̐̈́̋͝ɴ̸͐͛̒́̕͜͝ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴅ̷̗͓͕̀̾͌̌̉̓͘͘̕͝ͅᴇ̶̪̳̈́̆͗͋̊͝ᴍ̷̤̬̰̝̱̥̬̜̂͊͊̄̇̉̋̾ͅɪ̶̧̤̣̮̟͕̐̀̓̇́͂̎̈́ꜱ̶͈̹̻͗̾́̕ᴇ̸̖̜͔̲̓͛̎̾̇̈́̐̐͠͝. - - - - - - - - 𝓐𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓸 #12 unrevealed - 6/14/25 #1 unrevealed - 6/15/25 #11 notorious 6/15/25 #14 deranged - 6/15/25 #29 badbitch - 6/15/25 #4 notorious 6/19/25 #21 Bad Bitch 6/21/25 #3 Bad Bitch 6/25/25 #1 Notorious 8/25/25 #8 Yanderexreader 7/16/25 #9 Yanderexreader 8/20/25 #5 strongLanguage 8/25/25 #1 notorious 9/12/25

Desiree is nothing but a regular female. It's her final year in high school and she couldn't be more excited about that fact. She then gets the idea of getting a prison pen-pal in which she does. So, in the middle of her senior year, Desiree starts writing to Vance Wright, inmate number 7475. He's serving his last year in Prison so how's it gonna go when he finally gets released and the two get to meet each other face to face? Is he the man she expected him to be? Is she the shordy he expected her to be? **YALL, THIS IS A SHORT STORY. **SOME CHAPTERS MAY BE SHORTER THAN OTHERS.

"𝖨'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗇𝖺 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽, 𝖠𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗌. 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍𝗍𝖺 𝖽𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈." (Shooting Stars, Book 1)

✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Isabelle (Belle) Contreras is the long term babysitter of Carl Grimes. She was with him when everything went to shit. His mother was on a date with Shane at the time. The two had been continuing their affair even while Rick Grimes, the husband and best friend, was fighting for his life in a coma. The two were wracked with grief about Rick while his mother sought comfort from her side piece. Belle remained strong for the deeply depressed boy, staying by his side and protecting him when Rick wasn't there. But even as Shane and Lori pushed the notion that Rick was indeed dead, Belle never gave up hope. She made sure Carl wouldn't give up on his father either. Something that would soon be proven right and true. Throughout this ordeal, it's later shown that there is more than meets the eye when it comes to the sweet girl, Belle. And it just makes her the more alluring to, not only the ex-sheriff, but also the crossbow wielding redneck.. As time passes, secrets and revelations inevitably come to light. Soon, the relationship between Rick, Belle, and Daryl would soon shift into something neither thought would have ever happened in this lifetime. ✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - twd fanfic rick grimes x younger fem oc x daryl dixon !!!at the same damn time!!! ... yes, I'm greedy ... ✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ! 𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗴𝗮𝗽 , some 𝗱𝗼𝗺/𝘀𝘂𝗯 , 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝗱𝗱𝗹𝗴 , polyamory ! ! 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗲 , 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁, 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 ! ! 𝘂𝗻𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀 , 𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲 ! ✄ - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ENJOY <3

When Ivy Lancaster, a young and successful publisher, saves a family farm in an old rundown town, her life is flipped on its axis. Her charity puts her on the radar of the man who runs all of Sin Sity. His gang has had the city on lockdown for years, and he's at the heart of it all. And now, she's been pulled into this life too. One she never expected. The one she'd only read about in books. Alongside him and his bestfriend, she'll have to learn how to survive this new life she's been pulled into. Or go back to the mundane, calm life at her desk. And she's not sure which is worse. **** I know I shouldn't. I know I should be disgusted by the thought of his hands on me. He is a killer. He's psychotic. He's forcing me to be here. And yet, I can't make myself pull away. I can't tell him to stop. Sin's fingers dip lower, playing with the lace barely covering my skin. I throw my head back against his chest, his gun still digging into my back. My eyes catching Arrows again. He hasn't moved. But his fists clench at his sides. And I wonder what it would feel like to have him pressed against my front with Sin at my back. God, what the fuck, Ivy? Why am I letting this happen? "I know you're wet for me, baby girl." Sin murmurs into my ear. "Wet for us." 'Fuck, I'm screwed' I think as Sin's fingers slip under my panties.