Истории Second-person

Becoming an assistant for the Behavioural Analysis Unit of the FBI? Sure, sounds easy! One problem though. You find yourself instantly infatuated with the genius of the team. Of course, you can't just tell him! You just met the guy! All you can do is stay as close to him as possible, hoping to establish a connection as you build up the courage to confess. -Second person POV -Spencer Reid X Reader -As lore accurate as I could make it -Yeah, it takes some time

You're Shredder's bot, clinging to his every word. You hate the turtles, especially Raphael. Until the Krangg enter the picture and New York falls. Shredder leaves you for dead, but someone else saves your life. Enemies to Lovers!

╰┈➤............ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ɪꜱ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ, ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʀᴇɴᴛ ɪʟʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇꜱꜱ. ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ɪʟʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴꜱ.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ [𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙧 𝙋𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢 𝙭 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧] 𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 you, a sharp tongued, chronically unbothered "fairy", repeat a year at Alfea and unexpectedly find yourself tangled in a tension you definitely didn't plan for, especially not with someone as calm, composed, and inconveniently intriguing as your alchemy professor. You carry secrets with the same ease you carry your attitude, effortlessly, and just out of reach. He finds himself tracing the silence between your words more than he should. And Alfea, in its usual dramatic fashion, keeps pushing the two of you into moments that feel a little too curious, a little too close, and far too interesting to ignore.

Somewhere between forgetting and remembering, there is a library. It doesn't appear on any map. It can't be searched for. It simply finds you. Usually on an ordinary day, in an ordinary place, at the exact moment you stop being able to carry everything alone. Inside, the quiet architecture responds to your presence. Glass jars hum softly as you pass them. A scroll unrolls only as far as you are ready to read. Rooms appear only when you stop looking for them, and doors loop back into themselves. Nothing here is lost. Everything here has been kept in trust. The longer you stay, the more familiar it all becomes, until you begin to suspect the truth. This place was not built for you. It was built by you. And it has been waiting, patiently, certain that someday you would finally come back. An immersive second person journey through the depths of grief and dissociation.

You had died. At least, you thought you did. But waking up in an unfamiliar place with strangers, one more recognizable than the others, didn't sit well with you. With your luck, you didn't think it was too odd...until you run into a second familiar face, one that fills you with just as much anger as the first.

Our lovely (Y/n) finds a skeleton bleeding to death on the side of the road. Well, might as well take him in. What could go wrong? (Note: This story is HEAVILY inspired by 'solace' written by 'EmeraldHaze15' on ao3.)

You could've stopped flipping the pages to let him survive, but you didn't. Now look in the mirror and ask yourself who the real killer is.

short stuff i write that i want to share bc i need attention.

This fic is written in second person, and is a Peter Maximoff x Fem!Reader fic. Your character has the power of electricity, which she can also harness to fly. You and Peter are best friends, and he's been very open about his feelings for you. Your character is also a Mutant, and suffers from relationship trauma, so she will not actually get together with Peter properly. This story is really more of a relaxed, easy-read fic than a story based one as it's for fun. Contains: Potentially distressing themes, mature themes, light smut, 16+ recommended! Peter Maximoff and any character mentioned in this are either possessed by the Marvel company or are figments of this author's imagination.

In this fanfiction, Y/N joins BTS in a lighthearted night out, and becomes friend with them. As you get to know each member of the group, you start to form an attraction to Jimin. However, as your time together progresses, you face challenges and obstacles that threaten to drive you apart from BTS. Will you be able to overcome these challenges and hold onto the relationships you have built with them? This fanfiction is a heartwarming and emotional journey of friendship, love, and self-discovery set against the backdrop of the exhilarating world of K-pop and Korea.

Reader goes places and does mundane things alone in an English city. Everything goes well. The brain tends to experience what you read as though it really happened to you. I invite you to follow my perspective as your own for that purpose. This is meant as a meditative, calming experience.

Before reading this character list and picture book, please read RWBY: A Huntsman's Resolve. For this one is just a picture book for those of you reading RWBY: A Huntsman's Resolve who want to visualize what the characters look like. I use my drawings, my friends' drawings or even pictures on the Internet.

Sometimes our playmates come back.

I am not good in description. so read the book to find out. thank you 💕💕💕 started: 16th June 2025

Dating Laon from Enoi would be a dream come true... Right?

"His fluffy, brown hair fell over his forehead, whereas as few strands stuck out from the top. His chocolate brown eyes shined beneath the gym lights. His lips complimented his fair skin perfectly as he smiled down and watched the game. 'He's beautiful.' , you whispered aloud." ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ It's your first year at Aoba Johsai High School, and it couldn't get any more chaotic! Your brother, Tobio Kageyama, is rivals with one of the boys on the volleyball team you were managing. Everyone there was just so annoying, not to mention hated your guts! Then, some unwanted figures from your past reemerged... Things can't go downhill from here, or so you thought... ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Warning!! : Some language, absence of parents, bullying, violence (just in case) Also, no smut/lemon, as I am uncomfortable with that stuff! There will probably be some fluff (ofc) and angst, though! This story will be updated randomly because my life is extremely unorganized! 😃 I hope you have fun reading this Oikawa x Reader fic! Brought to you by yours truly: oikawaisablessing !!! Cover Image: TIFFY雨 🦊😷 on Twitter/X

It's a sweet story. But it's not yours. Heavy topics will be mentioned.

Nova works for MYSC - the Memory Synchronization Clinic. Her job? Erase and patch people's minds so they forget the pain. She's never asked questions. Until one patient looks at her and says: "Nova... you're my daughter." The system says it's a glitch. Her mind says it's nonsense. But the drawings on her wall, the dreams she didn't choose, and the static in her own memory - they say something else. In a city where thought is programmed and identity is a contract, Nova is about to break protocol. Because if her mind was rewritten... What did they make her forget?

oymiku replied to Apodidraskinda: ROBO TITAN WHAT DID I JUST WATCH. (Header art is done by me)