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guys i'm still fucking sick.

it's been almost three fucking weeks now.

i'm actually gonna jump.

[urmommysfavkisserrr]

guys I promise I'm working on stuff, I just haven't exactly had the best levels of motivation and energy lately, and between that and the NyQuil delirium, I'm a little brain fried. I've been trying to edit and write when I can, but there most likely won't be anything for a few more days, if not weeks.

bronchitis is no joke. it wipes you clean out for days, and there was a delay on my meds, so I'm just now starting to get on the better side of things.

but I promise I have many ideas to get out to you all, and I'm trying my best, but please just work with me here and be patient. I'm not going to push myself to write when I know it won't be good and it'll just make me worse.

I love you all 🤍

[urmommysfavkisserrr]

yall. WHO THE FUCK gave me bronchitis for the SECOND TIME. i can't keep doin this shit. istg. no more fics for yall.

puttin alla yall asses in time out.

[urmommysfavkisserrr]

in the midst of me delirium ive decided I want to write a harry potter universe fic once im no longer on my fucking death bed and can think straight

for who you might ask? unclear. probably not paige, ive got a bunch lined up for her already. maybe daniela?

also been thinkin abt a mafia fic?

ive been thinking too much. someone distract me.

[urmommysfavkisserrr]

guys if katseye was in hogwarts, what would their houses be?

i feel like daniela would maybe be gryffindor. lara could be like ravenclaw, and manon in hufflepuff?

i don't know, i can't figure it out

[urmommysfavkisserrr]

guys I think ive reached like peak level sickness delirium. i have absolutely no clue where I am even though I'm in my house?

woke my dumb ass up outta a dead sleep to just sit and stare at a wall

[urmommysfavkisserrr]

heyyyy i'm aliveeee

[urmommysfavkisserrr]

┈─★ 𝙎𝙋𝙀𝙀𝘿.

   ➴ synopsis. ⊹ ࣪ ˖ after finishing your first year of college, you're back in your home city for summer break. you're hoping for it to be a quiet summer, but as tensions rise between the resident street racing crew and the rival motorcycle gang, you find yourself caught in an impossible decision, torn between the two. pulled in opposite directions by reckless, magnetic daniela and protective, familiar megan, all your inhibitions get lost to the smell of gasoline, the thrill of adrenaline, and the rush of going faster, faster, and faster.

   ➴ pairing: street racer!daniela avanzini x f!reader x motorcycle racer!megan skiendiel

   ➴ genre: street racing!au, drug/alcohol references, gang references, angst, tension, violence, childhood friends, soft spot, love triangle iktr.

   ➴ a/n: wanted to work on something a lil shorter but a lil more consistent. first chapter is already in the works. hope you guys enjoy <3 dividers credit to @cafekitsune!

      ˎˊ˗ visuals. soundtrack. thoughts.

   ┈─★ chapters:

i. the stupid red mustang ii. the first ride

   ┈─★ taglist:

@urmom2314 @iisayfa @s-p-e-c-t-r-e-s @mei2yok @xochitlisbest

@ccchuro @mannslvr @kristalag

[urmommysfavkisserrr]

chat how're we feelin after 'Welcome To Ironvale Academy' ? talk to me here ya'll. if we don't like it, i'll scrap it

[urmommysfavkisserrr]

babe, I'ma be honest with ya here, I wrote this about a situation currently happening to me. there ain't no happy ending to write unless you want bullshit😭

Is This Our Final Goodbye?

°•☆•° - Paige Bueckers x Fem Reader

°•☆•° - hey so um I just wrote this in an hour while actually sobbing so hard I threw up so...enjoy! It’s more of a letter than a story? But I had an idea and ran with it so.

°•☆•° - 1063 words.

°•°•☆°•°•°•☆•°•°•°☆•°•°

It started slowly, subtly.

Your daily calls switching to every other day, then every two days, then once a week, up until they just stopped all together.

Then it spread to your texts.

They’d go unanswered for a day or two, then you’d get a big apology text back after it hit the 24-hour mark.

You knew college took most of her time, the blend of classes and practice, plus the games, home and away, that you were the least of her worries to think about, so at first, you didn’t question it. 

At first.

Then the unanswered texts stretched out to three days or even four, then after that, it had gone up to a week. Then it had jumped to three weeks at a time, sometimes four.

You’d send her texts every day. Little updates about things that had happened, or when you had seen something that reminded you of her. At times, you’d even send them once an hour, but they’d never get a response, never get read, acknowledged.

When you did get an answer, it was just some half-assed apology paragraph that had things repeated from the last time you had gotten one, along with the complaint of how much she had to get done. 

Sometimes you’d even get a story of something she had gone out and done with her friends over the weekend, or super late at night, things you knew she would have never done with you if you asked. 

Like the time her roommate had gotten so high and was craving four different fast food places, so she stopped what she was doing and went out to get it. If you had asked her to do that, she’d laugh and say something about how her parents didn’t want her taking the car out and wasting gas.

Or the time you had been trying to get a hold of her all day, because you just needed the support of your best fucking friend, and all you got was the notification that she had left her dorm from Life360, then a picture around midnight of her holding a bunch of books in a bookstore.

Things she had time to put her school work aside and go out to do, but not enough time to text you back, even though the drive would last over an hour. She admitted that one time in one of her rants.

Then she went radio silent. Completely no contact. No matter what you texted her.

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By the time it hit the two-month mark, you lost hope. Completely. 

Your best friend, whom you had known since fourth grade and spent so much time together that people thought you were related, was gone. Just…gone. And that was it.

You had made yourself sick spending every waking hour trying to figure out what you had done wrong. What you had said, did, seen, commented on, anything that would give you an answer.

You never got one.

Not after you found out things, like that her old babysitter died, from her little brother, while you both happened to be up late one night playing Roblox and joined the same game. 

Not after you met up with an old mutual friend from middle and high school, and found out she’s still talking to him every time he texts or calls her while she’s actively ignoring you. 

Not after you cried the entire way home from that hangout with him, then cried yourself to sleep. For the sixth time that week.

By now, you had resorted to blaming it all on yourself. 

Maybe you had blacked out and said something mean, and you don’t remember. 

Maybe you had been too greedy, too overbearing. 

Maybe she just finally got sick of you. 

Maybe you had just always been a god awful friend, and the second she got the chance to get away from you, she took it. 

Maybe she’s scared of how you’ll react. 

Maybe, maybe all the years of being attached at the hip, being so close with her family that you went to family events with them, even doctors' appointments, she was done with it.

Maybe, just fucking maybe, all those time’s she called you her sister, and her soulmate, were just lies to keep you around so she could suck every inch of your fucking soul dry, then just leave when you have nothing left to give.

You’d spend nights curled up on the floor in her hoodie and holding the ‘Best Friends’ stuffed wolf she had gotten you one year for Valentine's Day, just crying. Cursing out the wolf even though he had done nothing, because it was supposed to symbolize your friendship. To be the one to comfort and hold you when she couldn’t.

Sometimes you’d have music playing, sad and slow songs, songs you had dedicated to each other. Repeating the same words over and over, feeling the same twist in your gut every time the words matched up perfectly to something in your friendship.

Sometimes you’d scroll through old texts and messages, still trying to figure out what you had done wrong. Thinking about how maybe you shouldn’t have said anything at all. Or way’s you could have worded the text differently to sound nicer. Ways you could have been more supportive and just agreed with whatever shit she had said just to make her happy.

Other times, you’d just stare at the wall. Your tears blurring the lines between what was actually in front of you and what was swimming around in your head. The lies, the memories, the laughter, the heartbreak. The promises you had made that you always swore would last a lifetime, the plans you had made for your future, for your kids.

Then sometimes, just sometimes, you’d sit down in front of your laptop and type out the story. Type out the words and thoughts in your head, to take them from your brain and put them out on paper, because you can’t say them to her yourself.

Just like you are right now.

[urmommysfavkisserrr]

I hope you’re feeling better now. I saw the bit about the family dinner and I get it. No matter what you’re an amazing person and that can’t be taken away by any actions, words, or thoughts.

awe, baby, thank you. truly. you're a sweetheart <3

I promise I'm okay, my family has just always been distant and so when we get together its awkward, and I'm also the only one in my family who has every taken a year off after school and just did nothing with my life, so hearing everyone praise my cousin and make sly comments gets old after a while.

[urmommysfavkisserrr]

stages of a teenage girl breakdown

denying the fact that you're upset.

ignoring the lump in your throat.

switching the music to the saddest shit ever.

finally crying.

staring at yourself in the mirror while crying.

changing the music to something upbeat.

dancing in the mirror while looking like a bridge troll.

get snacks.

forget that you were ever sad.

sleep.

[urmommysfavkisserrr]

Is This Our Final Goodbye?

°•☆•° - Paige Bueckers x Fem Reader

°•☆•° - hey so um I just wrote this in an hour while actually sobbing so hard I threw up so...enjoy! It’s more of a letter than a story? But I had an idea and ran with it so.

°•☆•° - 1063 words.

°•°•☆°•°•°•☆•°•°•°☆•°•°

It started slowly, subtly.

Your daily calls switching to every other day, then every two days, then once a week, up until they just stopped all together.

Then it spread to your texts.

They’d go unanswered for a day or two, then you’d get a big apology text back after it hit the 24-hour mark.

You knew college took most of her time, the blend of classes and practice, plus the games, home and away, that you were the least of her worries to think about, so at first, you didn’t question it. 

At first.

Then the unanswered texts stretched out to three days or even four, then after that, it had gone up to a week. Then it had jumped to three weeks at a time, sometimes four.

You’d send her texts every day. Little updates about things that had happened, or when you had seen something that reminded you of her. At times, you’d even send them once an hour, but they’d never get a response, never get read, acknowledged.

When you did get an answer, it was just some half-assed apology paragraph that had things repeated from the last time you had gotten one, along with the complaint of how much she had to get done. 

Sometimes you’d even get a story of something she had gone out and done with her friends over the weekend, or super late at night, things you knew she would have never done with you if you asked. 

Like the time her roommate had gotten so high and was craving four different fast food places, so she stopped what she was doing and went out to get it. If you had asked her to do that, she’d laugh and say something about how her parents didn’t want her taking the car out and wasting gas.

Or the time you had been trying to get a hold of her all day, because you just needed the support of your best fucking friend, and all you got was the notification that she had left her dorm from Life360, then a picture around midnight of her holding a bunch of books in a bookstore.

Things she had time to put her school work aside and go out to do, but not enough time to text you back, even though the drive would last over an hour. She admitted that one time in one of her rants.

Then she went radio silent. Completely no contact. No matter what you texted her.

°•°•☆°•°•°•☆•°•°•°☆•°•°

By the time it hit the two-month mark, you lost hope. Completely. 

Your best friend, whom you had known since fourth grade and spent so much time together that people thought you were related, was gone. Just…gone. And that was it.

You had made yourself sick spending every waking hour trying to figure out what you had done wrong. What you had said, did, seen, commented on, anything that would give you an answer.

You never got one.

Not after you found out things, like that her old babysitter died, from her little brother, while you both happened to be up late one night playing Roblox and joined the same game. 

Not after you met up with an old mutual friend from middle and high school, and found out she’s still talking to him every time he texts or calls her while she’s actively ignoring you. 

Not after you cried the entire way home from that hangout with him, then cried yourself to sleep. For the sixth time that week.

By now, you had resorted to blaming it all on yourself. 

Maybe you had blacked out and said something mean, and you don’t remember. 

Maybe you had been too greedy, too overbearing. 

Maybe she just finally got sick of you. 

Maybe you had just always been a god awful friend, and the second she got the chance to get away from you, she took it. 

Maybe she’s scared of how you’ll react. 

Maybe, maybe all the years of being attached at the hip, being so close with her family that you went to family events with them, even doctors' appointments, she was done with it.

Maybe, just fucking maybe, all those time’s she called you her sister, and her soulmate, were just lies to keep you around so she could suck every inch of your fucking soul dry, then just leave when you have nothing left to give.

You’d spend nights curled up on the floor in her hoodie and holding the ‘Best Friends’ stuffed wolf she had gotten you one year for Valentine's Day, just crying. Cursing out the wolf even though he had done nothing, because it was supposed to symbolize your friendship. To be the one to comfort and hold you when she couldn’t.

Sometimes you’d have music playing, sad and slow songs, songs you had dedicated to each other. Repeating the same words over and over, feeling the same twist in your gut every time the words matched up perfectly to something in your friendship.

Sometimes you’d scroll through old texts and messages, still trying to figure out what you had done wrong. Thinking about how maybe you shouldn’t have said anything at all. Or way’s you could have worded the text differently to sound nicer. Ways you could have been more supportive and just agreed with whatever shit she had said just to make her happy.

Other times, you’d just stare at the wall. Your tears blurring the lines between what was actually in front of you and what was swimming around in your head. The lies, the memories, the laughter, the heartbreak. The promises you had made that you always swore would last a lifetime, the plans you had made for your future, for your kids.

Then sometimes, just sometimes, you’d sit down in front of your laptop and type out the story. Type out the words and thoughts in your head, to take them from your brain and put them out on paper, because you can’t say them to her yourself.

Just like you are right now.

[urmommysfavkisserrr]

Welcome To Ironvale Academy.

°•☆•° - the beginning of this felt a little rushed but I wasn't sure how I wanted to fix it so...but here's part zero. it's shorter then the rest will (hopefully) be because it's just kind of a starter and an intro to a few of the characters. but enjoy!

Ironvale Academy.  

Some old, run-down school for rich kids who couldn’t learn in a normal school. 

Sure, people have heard of it; it’s a well-known school, but they don’t know anyone there. It’s closed off to the public, big time. 

You need a special form just to get past the first set of gates, and nobody ever spoke to the people on the other side once they went in. Ever.

They even had some dumb slogan that people swore sounded like those AI-generated gas station car stickers. ‘Dedicated to helping students find their true selves since…’ 

Well, who actually knows?

By some coincidence, the date has been smudged, drawn over, cut out, or worn away in every piece of paper you read about it. 

Odd, right?

Paige had only heard of it briefly when two of her best friends got transferred here. 

It was quick, messy, and frantic. 

One day, everything was fine, the next she got a text saying they were transferring, and then they were both up and gone like they never even existed.

So she decided to dig a little, find out where the hell her friends had gone so fast that it almost felt like they were running from her.

She didn’t find anything, at least nothing of interest. Just the basics, legal records, the occasional news report about it being the oldest building in Rivren, or how they won a local soccer game with their all-girls team.

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And now here she was, three months later, standing outside the main doors of the tall black brick building. 

Her hands wrapped so tightly around the straps of her backpack that they burned, her muscles shaking, and her bones scared for what was to come next.

The air whipping around her it felt like it was trying to push her away, telling her to run and never come back, to forget about everything that had been happening to her.

The blonde finally managed to push the doors open, pausing as she entered the entryway. A half-humored breath falling from her lips as her wide eyes danced over every surface in the room. 

Walls painted in deep indigos, chairs and couches coated in dark emerald velvets, perfectly polished black obsidian floors. The room lit up in flickering lanterns and candles, floating embers that almost seemed like they refused to fizzle out.

Had Paige not been so distracted by the room, and ignoring the fact that her feet seemed to be moving on their own towards the front desk, she might have been able to stop before abruptly bumping into the solid wood counter. “Oh- Shit-...I’m so sorry! I-I think I’m lost? I’m looking for-”

A very energized and chipper voice cut her off, popping up from behind the desk with a painfully wide smile. “Yes! Hi! You must be Paige, we’ve been waiting for you!”

Another thing Paige failed to notice? The fact that the girl she was currently talking to was purple. “Oh-”

Then, as if the whole situation couldn’t get any weirder, another girl walked up. Her voice was much calmer and rasped, but also…she was grey? 

If she were human, it would look like she had vitiligo, but since she’s...oddly colored, Paige swore she looked like she was made of stone. “Els, calm down. You’re gonna scare her away, and she hasn’t even gotten past the door yet.” 

The stone colored girl then turned to face Paige, flashing her a softer smile. “I’m Adrienne, this is Elyse. Welcome to Ironvale Academy.”

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“The fuck do you mean, ‘I need you to go on a quest.’ You might as well just say you want me fucking dead!”

Across the school in the headmaster's office, a girl with annoying long black hair and grey eyes was currently fighting with Valcora, aka the headmistress of this whole building. 

The same one who was here and in charge over two centuries ago, and two centuries before that.

“Soraya, you know I wouldn’t ask this of you if it wasn’t important.” Valcora sighed, hands folded calmly on the desk in front of her as she tried to get through to the girl who sat in front of her. “I trust you enough to know what’s right and how to use your assets wisely. Plus, your knowledge will help you understand the new land.”

The raven-haired girl scoffed, lightly bouncing one of her legs that was draped over the armrest of her chair. “But why me? Huh? I’m not trained or equipped to go on a quest. You saw what happened to Branson when he came back, that was two months ago, and he still hasn’t said a word!”

“Raya, please, just listen to me. I need you on this quest. I can’t tell you why, or what needs to happen, but I do need you to trust me.” The headmistress spoke again, still calm and collected, like she had dealt with this many times before.

“Is this another one of your stupid vision prophecy bullshit things?” Soraya shifted to plant her feet on the floor and lean her elbows forward on the desk, brows raised and tone accusing. Her boots creating a solid thud against the worn-down floorboards.

Valcora nodded faintly as she thought her next words over, knowing how the younger girl would react, “The Oracal-”

That earned another scoff that echoed throughout the office as Soraya flopped back into her chair, knees spread, “Oh, piss me off.”

“-spoke to me, yes, and this time I am choosing to listen. Take some time to think about it, okay? You have three weeks, and you’ll need friends.” Valcora pushed gently. She knew how important this would be, how badly it needed to happen, even if she knew how it would end.

Soraya scoffed, head shaking as she tilted her head back to look at the ceiling, something she did whenever she was in the office. She could draw every screw, crack, and warp with her eyes closed if you asked, “Yeah, no. I don’t do friends, you know that.”

“You, along with five others, will leave for this quest in three weeks' time. Pick the people, but choose them wisely, as they might not be what they seem.” Valcora looked between the two sets of eyes as she spoke, one grey and the other a mix of gold and silver, both holding the same blank and challenging expression.

“Do I get any type of say?” Soraya mumbled as she looked away, scratching at her pants.

“No, I’m sorry, but I can help pick one of your friends for you.”

[urmommysfavkisserrr]

ya'll i need help.

i think im gonna post part zero of Ember and Shadow within the next two-ish days, and i need yall to do me a favor and lmk if you're like actually interested or if i should scrap it after you read it? if that makes sense? also, FRIENDLY feedback is always appreciated :)

[urmommysfavkisserrr]

the way I was just casually working on the first part of the new series, and Spotify decided it was a PERFECT time to start playing a rewind from MY SOPHOMORE YEAR when I was actually in the worst mental state. 😔🙄

my fbi agent is getting fired.

[urmommysfavkisserrr]

The Twins Library.

Ember and Shadow Series-

☆ Cold-Blooded.

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☆ Don't Touch My Gun.

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