LilMissFanfic

I don't know why you think your words would affect me. I've heard it all. Your insults are baseless opinions that only stir ignorance;like a whirlpool really. But I am the moon, I have created your tides. I light the night with my brilliance, and light the path for those who surpass the daydreamers.

Fall. A wonderful time of year symbolizing the shedding of vibrant life in preparation for another harsh, but beautiful, winter. A time that reminds you of the smell of cinnamon, cozy knit sweaters, and generations spent lovelingly cultivating the perfect pie. Not much goes on now that you've got a place of your own. Small children beaming for treats, scented cinnamon candles, and watching old reruns of Halloween movies in your pj's has been the norm for the past three years because really, who knows how to adult at your age? Right now the howling wind coax branches to creak and tap against your window while you scroll on your phone; televi

Rough—was the best word to describe your state of being. This week had taken a toll on you. From questioning your sense of happiness to struggling with your dream job, everything was bleak. Colors slowly dulled, the little curiosities within you were quieted, and you began to normalize the monotony in your life. You accepted the cage you feared. It was breaking you. Your eyes glazed over from lack of sleep, you felt your heart aiming for normalcy but would slip into cardiac arrhythmia; too slow, too fast, and never just right.  Between no rest and being medicated with sugar and caffeine, your brain could barely process the workload yo

I'll tell you where to find my heart. This is how it starts. You'll remember us with more clarity as you seek out the places our memories live on. You'll be drawn to the syrupy puppy love and sweet first kisses. You'll crave those innocent beginnings so deeply that you could go mad. Shoving your hands into your pocket you'll venture in search of our own. I'll drop one last cutesy hint for you, my beloved, for you know how much I love to see you smile in gleaming triumph once you finally find what you were looking for. It was the same way you always looked at me. Your scuff marks will pepper the grass as you tread onwards up the rolling hil

Bang! The rolling sound of smooth urethane on a polished lane hummed in your ears. Crash! ‘How could Noya be so good at bowling? Probably because it has to do with rolling.’ You mused, and then chortled at the libero. “I wouldn’t be laughing if I were you! I already have a hundred points!” “Bleh! You know I can’t bowl.” “[f/n] you have eighty-six points. You’re not as bad as you make yourself out to be.” You waved him off nonchalantly and snickered. “It’s been a while. That’s the only reason why you have a shot, Noya.” Nishinoya had just finished hi

Slowly your consciousness broke through the depths of slumber. A fluffy comforter encased your warm body as you moved your head side trying to fight off the morning rays. Grumbling, you reluctantly open your eyes. It was brighter than you anticipated. Now there was no way you could go back to sleep. You gradually sat up in bed, yawned, and scratched you back. Rubbing your sand filled eyes you made your way to the bathroom to wash up. Feeling refreshed with a clean face and brushed teeth you went back to your room to change. In the midst of finding a comfy shirt your phone rung. Putting aside your indecision you pick your favorite lounge shir

Give me another kiss before you leave. I know you just gave me one. Let me hold your hand every time we go out. I know I'm feeling vulnerable right now. Hold me tightly when we go to bed. I know how much you already do. Tell me you love me one more time. I know I could never get enough. Never stop loving me. I know you never will. But I'm scared that this is too good to be true. I'll wait with watery eyes for you to get home. I'll open the door happy you made it back safely. I'll bury my face in your chest to feel nostalgia as I smell your cologne. My heart will beat slow and hard and throb as I know you're with me. My nails dig deeper as

The kitchen swelled with heat. A liquid of light yellow brown mimicking slightly aged paper simmers in front of you. Wiping your sweat away you blew breath as if you were moving a pinwheel. Your shoulders lax as you took a moment of reprieve. The steam flushed your skin with its warmth as the scent wavered through corridors. Ladle in hand, you dipped your tool into the pot and tasted the soup base. You lick the sticky collagen that latched onto your lips and hummed with satisfaction. With a small smile that only revealed a fraction of your happiness, you gazed at the little creamy bits of floating pork fat. It was perfect. Soft thunder patte

Sew me anew so that I may finally be beautiful. Ensnare me in that sweet web of deceit and make haste for I can't wait to slumber soundly. Sharp shears make way for one so pitiful and cut for me the perfect pattern. Measure me with yellow tape until I suffocate. Scrutinize me from all angles and have the dress wear me. Needle I know I make you dull. I will bear the burden I place on you, but don't stop piercing--for once you're finished, my smile will be of the highest echelon of fine embroidery. I will exuberate a joy only known through pain. Every smile plucks the thread of piano wire and creates an orgasmic orchestra. They will lax with