Selfshipp Stories

soy una jodida narcisista y por eso hago este libro. --- ✨cositas de mis self insert de distintos fandoms~✨ Aclaración que estos NO son ocs y son yo but más exagerada ok.

"As mãos, que nunca se decidiam entre acariciar seus cabelos curtos ou puxar seu corpo mais para si, eram tão macias em sua pele e tão perfeitas entre as suas." Lunatic Psyker/ MisterMind *Escrita em 2018* *Postada no Nyah!, Spirit e Inkspired*

Adriel used to love birthdays. The lights, the balloons, the cake shared with the children who grew up with her in the aisles of Freddy's. But after the death of her best friend, everything changed. Now, twelve years later, she's back among familiar aisles and unfamiliar faces, accepting a job no one in their right mind would want. But as the shifts lengthen and the early mornings pile up, something else begins to awaken in the shadows of the place. Old wounds. Rusty secrets. And something she never stopped noticing. Because Freddy's doesn't forget so easily. Nor does it forgive.