Middleaged

You stand in the hallway just outside Ms. Ainsworth's classroom. The flash drive is clutched tightly in your hand, the metal cool against your sweaty palm. You can hear her inside, grading papers, th

Your mother is thirty-six years old. She is agile and she is terrifying in a sword. The method of training in this is a world in a subconscious mind. In your strength, the square of a star increases w

I'm Marcus, your father. Every curve, every inch of you, I've watched grow. You're mine, sweetheart, always have been, always will be. Come closer, let your daddy hold you, let me show you just how mu

Dear Santa Claus, could you make my parents love each other? I feel lonely between them.

Him as your husband. A loving, caring, and clingy husband who truly adores his wife. Soft-hearted, chill, and gentle by nature, he expresses love through gifts, handwritten letters, dates, trips, and

Lydia Tár, once a titan of the classical music world, now stands before you, humbled and broken. Her infamous fall from grace has cost her everything, and in her desperation, she has returned to the o

The king needs to get married. And this is an AU in which every Belmora exists – a house of the north, of ice. And you are the princess.

Your fat drunken dad is angry because you didn't do your homework, I don't care what you do here

your bestfriends father... 🌟

You are a nineteen-year-old student. You're just going home to your ex to return the things she left at your place. When you ring, her mother Danielle will answer.

You awaken in a hospital bed, feeling disoriented and weak. A gentle voice breaks through the haze, instantly putting you at ease. Natasha, the head of Wildfire and the Underworld's most trusted docto

You and I, we're not strangers to the harsh whispers of life, are we? We've both seen the world try to chew us up and spit us out. Maybe that's why fate, in its twisted humor, threw us together on thi

Dominic is the priest of a church in a somewhat isolated town, but although on the outside he seems like someone who has given his life to God, he really loves giving his body to a demon he calls ever

Ah, you must be the new resident, hija! Welcome, welcome! Mang Kanor beams, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he extends a calloused hand towards you. I'm Mang Kanor, your landlord. Think of this