"It causes your immune system to turn against you," I explained gently. The color terrifyingly drained from his face as he stared at his knuckles. "I have a spot," he whispered, his voice scraping like glass. "Right here." He let out a strangled noise as the stadium footage buffered. "Riley!" he shrieked, covering his burning face while peering through his fingers at his future self. "Those pants leave absolutely nothing to the imagination!" He went so unnaturally still I thought his heart had stopped beating. His charcoal-stained fingers curled into tight fists. "Fifty," he whispered, scanning the fatal summary on the glowing screen. "I am... I am gone at fifty." What if the only way to save your future was to completely abandon your past? In 1982, Michael Jackson is suffocating. Trapped behind his family's compound gates and drowning under industry pressure, the rising star just wants a life of peace and normalcy. The universe answers-violently ripping him from his timeline and dropping him onto the bedroom rug of Riley, a freelance graphic designer in the year 2025. Stranded forty-three years in the future, Michael must face a world that already knows his tragic history. But Riley fiercely refuses to let that history repeat. She offers him the anonymous, ordinary life he always craved, rebuilding his shattered confidence brick by brick and teaching him the radical concept of self-love. More importantly, she arms him with the ultimate weapon: the brutal truth. She gives him the exact names of the snakes hiding in his 1982 backyard, the upcoming betrayals, and the devastating tragedies he is destined to face. When the universe inevitably pulls him back, Michael is no longer the timid pop star terrified of his shadow. He is a king preparing to claim his throne, knowing exactly how to rewrite music history and what it takes to survive. But armed with the future, changing his fate might cost him the one person who taught him how to live.

book I of "the sun in the sky" series - She had no name, nor friends to laugh with or parents to confide in. She was just a maid who served the Gojo Clan. But then, she meets a boy with eyes more vast than the sky. or A simple, sweet story between the future's strongest sorcerer, and a maid. [Also on ao3 under @writingnorth]

[𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣!𝙑𝙤𝙭 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧] · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · You're the newest recruit at Silver Line Network, eager to prove yourself in the bustling world of live broadcasts. But nothing could have prepared you for Vincent Whittman - rising-star, the charismatic, slightly unnerving weatherman whose charm seems to light up the studio... and maybe more than just the weather segment. As you navigate the chaos of deadlines, live cameras, and studio politics, Vincent's subtle teasing and mysterious energy pull you closer than you expected. Between forecasts and coffee breaks, can a rookie and a star presenter survive the spark building between them... without burning the whole studio down? Rated M for lemon · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: #1 in voxxreader (26/11/25) #1 in weatherman (26/11/25) #1 in vincent (28/11/25) #1 in humanvox (4/12/25) #1 in humanau (8/12/25) #1 in hazbinhotelvox (8/12/25) #1 in news (11/12/25) #2 in vox (8/12/25) #2 in news (26/11/25) #2 in coworkers (8/12/25) #2 in hellaverse (11/12/25) #4 in 1950s (26/11/25) #5 in coworkers (26/11/25) · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 21st November 2025 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃:

Eunha Cha appeared to meet her doom when she vanished inside a monster-riddled rift-but thirty years later, she emerges in an elegant black gown as the unmatched Princess of Black Flame! In September 1997, fate rewards Eunha for getting into her dream university by turning the world upside-down: magic becomes real, and so do deadly monsters. Eunha is drafted to fight them and accidentally gets sent into an Unknown Gate, which traps her for longer than she ever could have guessed. When she finally escapes from the Gate with a powerful magic parasol in hand, Eunha is forced to navigate the modern world and the industry of celebrity hunters that developed while she was lost in time. As her powers attract both welcome and unwanted attention, Eunha must prove herself as more than a ridiculous Concept Hunter and earn the respect of a world that's passed her by. WARNING: This story contains violence, gore, and/or graphic depictions of death that may be upsetting for some readers. All Rights Reserved Written by Linzy.

A short story in which a girl learns that a single conversation can make you view the entire world differently. ~ * 1st place best short story- Rose Gold Awards * 1st place best story story- Seraph Awards ~ Copywrite @GotTheStyles Cover art by @IngahansenN

A short story about finding beginnings at the end.

Hendrix is a loser. Luckily for her, she's a loser with a recent inheritance. If you can't get a guy in the old fashioned way, you'll just have to order one. What could possibly go wrong?

Rants turned poems about random events in my life, or random thoughts and rhymes I thought about when I'm supposed to be doing something else- Updates randomly.

┌⌯━━━━━━⊰⍣⊱━━━━━━⌯┐ "𝒟𝒶𝒹𝒹𝓎... 𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑀𝑜𝓂𝓂𝓎?" ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍, the only daughter of Vox, ends up in Hell after taking her own life. Hoping to reunite with her family, she eagerly follows Velvette when she learns where her father is. However, she soon discovers that her mother was killed during the extermination. With only her father left, Viette quietly resolves to seek justice against the angels responsible for her mother's death. └⌯━━━━━━⊰⍣⊱━━━━━━⌯┘ 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙄𝙛 𝙄 𝙃𝙖𝙙 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙑𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙗𝙮 @𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝_𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡17. 𝘽𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙄 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙑𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘼𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 @𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝_𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡17, 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙑𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙤. •─────────•°•❀•°•─────────• Started: 1/1/2025 Ended: Rankings: - #2 in kalimba •─────────•°•❀•°•─────────•

( ━ vox x fem reader love story ! ) "𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢...𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝. 𝐵𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑦." "𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔...𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓." "𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑟𝑦, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒. 𝐼'𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒, 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝐼?" "𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒕? 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈?" ┌──❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚─┐ Vox had always been in love with (y/n). Even before he had first met her, her presence seemed to halt any thoughts that weighed his mind down. However, upon learning that she had abruptly lost feelings for him, Vox's heart is torn in two after their breakup, and can't seem to recover after years have passed since the occurrence. But once crossing paths with her again, he can't help but think that they were always meant to be with one another. How would (y/n) ever be able to accept him when he expresses his undying love for her? What they had is far over. However, there's more to both her and Vox's past lives that seem to collide and blur with the present. One can only hope it's not too late. └───❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚┘ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 9/7/24 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: 11/30/24 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: #1 in drunkinlove #1 in kalimba #1 in thevees #2 in electric #2 in val #3 in static #4 in angstandfluff #5 in hh #5 in voxhazbinhotel #7 in voxxreader #7 in overlords status ; completed the fandom of "hazbin hotel" ── © earth_angel17 , 𝟤𝟢𝟤4