Secondperson Stories

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ [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'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.

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 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.

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.

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.

Y/N, was childhood friends with now kpop idol, Jung Hoseok. It's been several years since she last saw him, but with her current cancer diagnosis he has been tossed back into her life. Hoseok, desperate to keep one of his closest friends alive thinks up plan that shocks everyone. Marriage.

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.

You've been accepted into UA as a support course student. Mainly, you keep to yourself and a small group of friends. That is until you meet a preppy girl from Hero Class A.

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.

All their life Red was looked at like a walking warning sign, to be avoided by all in public and shunned out from society. When the end of the world arises, and twelve highly trained astronauts are mankind's last hope, they're given the first chance in their lifetime to prove to humanity that they can be a good person. The only issue is, someone is trying to sabotage Mission Proxima B. It seems there is an I.M.POSTER onboard the ship, and everyone is suspecting them. It's up to Red and them alone to expose the traitor, save their crewmates, complete Alpha Centauri, and get this half-assed shuttle straight to Polus, no matter how long it takes them. Even if they die trying. Or An among us fanfic, but this time, Red isn't the imposter.

Ahh, the crisp autumn air. Who would've known that on that fine fall day you'd meet your number one idol, get his phone number, and actually start talking to him?! You would've thought it to be impossible, but here you are, sitting on your living room couch texting none other than Murdoc Niccals himself, and he seems to- be flirting? Do you actually have a chance with the guy? Authors: @mudzyslittleguy @boomitywoomity Cover art: @mudzyslittleguy

Hours and hours and hours and hours and hours and...

The complete guide to felling an angel, for the glory of Satan below. A must-have for all demons. --- I originally wrote this piece for a contest, but it recently got me into my first choice university, so... Woohoo!

You've been wishing for something your entire life, but what is it? What do you when you have the chance to make your wildest dreams come true... if only you knew what that meant. A fairytale au Jimin inspired fanfiction. Reader perspective. Starts a little slow but give it a chance. This one's for magical adventure romance enthusiasts. Don't forget to follow for updates and say hi in the comments <3 This is probably gonna be really cheesey but I'm having a good time.

All stories here are 1000 words or less. Though small, they are big in meaning. There are also writing prompts for the dreaded block. The last essay-- I don't exactly agree with anymore, but my writing was on fire. I was going through some things! The Rochambeau drawing is inspired by one of his portraits; the Lafayette one is not. If you are witty often enough, you will see words as raindrops rather than seeds. Happy reading! Words are mine, pictures are not. Edit: Thanks for all the likes and kind comments! They mean a lot! 😊

Short story about a vampire