When Michael opened his eyes all he saw was a blinding light that shot pain through his head, he quickly shut his eyes and groaned his voice was all hoarse and far too loud as his head continued to throb at the same pace as his heart. He decided not to open his eyes again and focused on his other senses, touch; he felt small shells in between the grains of sand, the hard outer skin of the shell felt smooth, the base was small and spread out as it got towards the top, or what he could assume was the top. He dropped the shell and moved on to the next sense. Hearing; he heard water and wind blowing, waves crashed against what he assumed was rocks, and he heard leaves blowing in the wind. He couldn’t hear anything else so he rolled over. He barely moved an inch before pain shot through his back in between his shoulder blades. He winced and laid on his stomach for a while. He knew he needed to move. He didn’t even know where he was. The wind died down before he pushed himself up through the pain, when he was finally on his feet he squinted his eyes so the ache in his head wouldn’t worsen. When he opened his eyes all he saw was golden yellow sand and a dense tree line. He turned around and saw a vast ocean that got progressively darker blue. The farther he looked out, the sky was a light blue. It reminded him of his younger brother's eyes. Why is he thinking of Lucifer? He needs to focus on the issue at hand. To his right about 20 feet away was a cliff side that reached about 15 feet, that must’ve been what the waves were crashing against.
He didn’t move for about 10 minutes. The last thing Michael could remember was… suddenly a sharp pain entered his head. He winced and let out a painful groan. His voice was still hoarse and his throat felt like sand paper. When was the last time he had a drink? He isn’t stupid enough to drink the ocean water, it's most likely salt water which would not help his almost painfully dry throat. He started walking toward the trees. Michael felt like he was walking for days he can’t tell anyway, the sun has gone down twice since he has been on that shore, he felt like he was walking in circles, the barks of the trees looked exactly the same as the ones before. The leaves shook in fear, from him or something else? Having gone through intensive training while in heaven under his fathers care he could notice the slightest change in the environment, that’s what it took to be a leader, soldier..
The perfect son.
He felt like his training was failing him, everything was the same and there was no difference. Something felt off, maybe it was all in his head he was losing his mind, everything was slipping from his fingers, and he couldn’t grasp anything. Where is this place? He looked up through the tree top, the canopy was thick with dark green leaves but he could see slightly in between the leaves the sun was beating right above him, ‘it has to be noon’ he thought the angle wasn’t great but that's the best he could see at the moment. The farther he walked the more leaves there were on the ground, the rather loud crunchy brown leaves under his heavy feet made him internily cringe every step he took was taking a toll on him. He was already tired and wanted nothing more than to find out where he was and the safest place to take a quick nap, heaven taught him to be as quiet as possible when in unknown terrain but he couldn’t help where he stepped plus his exhausted mind could care less he just needed to find something different that wasn’t this never ending forest that seemed to stretch on forever after some more walking he started praying to his father, he needed to make it out of this forest.
He wanted to be back in heaven away from wherever this place was, something felt off and it was eating away at him, he was the leader of heaven's most feared army he shouldn’t feel uneasy but he was. This was Lucifer's fault, it had to be. He stopped in place for a moment and shook his head, the aching never went away but Michael had learned to ignore it for the meantime. He continued walking and finally came across a large hill much to his displeasure. Starting the tread up the hill had Michael's feet aching. It was far too steep in Michael's opinion. He pushed through the dull ache in his feet. The top was right there only a couple more steps right? Once he reached the top he sat down with his back against the hard bark. The sight was beautiful, the sky blended from a warm orange into a calming blue. When did the sun go down? This would be the third time it has come up. How long has he been here and why doesn't he know what day it is? He sighs and closes his eyes leaning his head back against the tree. After a few moments he heard a whistle, he opened his eyes and looked around at the bottom of the hill to his left he saw what looked like a cat it had a gray head with white around one of its eyes. ‘What is a cat doing here?’ He thought, standing up and slowly walking down the hill towards the cat. The cat backed up disappearing within the forest. “here kitty pspspsps” Michael called out as he got closer to where he had first seen the face, he could faintly still hear the whistling or was it hissing? As he walked through the woods once again it became clearer that it was infact hissing that he was hearing. After a couple minutes of following the noise it suddenly stopped, he froze in place “wha..” he mumbled shortly after he spoke a horrible shrieking sound was heard right behind him. Turning around so fast it almost made him dizzy he came face to face with what he thought was the cat from earlier but now he could see the whole body and this wasn't a cat like he had thought before, it had a leathery crest on its forehead sticking up like feathers that seem to shine silver in the sun when it peeked through the leaves.
It stood up stretching its fuzzy body. Once it was on its hind reptilian legs it let out a hissing sound, red smoke fell from its mouth like fog it dusted the floor around Michael's feet and he was overrun by dizziness and nausea. This is the worse then he has ever felt before, the second he started running he heard an ear piercing shriek, leaves and sticks broke under his feet and the monsters as it continued running after him, it was gaining on him, he could hear it get closer, all of a sudden he took a sharp turn right almost slipping on the damp leaves that littered the ground. In front of him stood a small chapel-like building, maybe he could hide in there for a while from the creature following quickly behind. A sudden push of adrenaline went through his body, pushing him harder, getting him closer to building. He slammed open the large wooden double doors and swung around almost tripping over his feet to slam the door shut completely. Michael placed his head in between his hands pressing his forehead against the door.
“This is gonna be a long existence in this place.”
So I'm back, it's been a little while since I've been on here. Like yeah I have a recent post but I mean in general.
Now to get down to what I need to talk about, yes I will be posting stories... eventually. Life has gotten through my fingers and I am currently overwhelmed with work, school, family, relationship, etc you get the point. My goal Is to be no longer overwhelmed by the end of February, so hopefully I can start posting stories again (I have a few ideas in the drafts rn) so I have some ideas and wips in the making but they have to be put on hold for now!
Edit: I wrote this in November of last year and I changed some of the wording not by much but I just wanted to add my goals for myself this year incase someone wants to know
Goals for myself this year:
It's currently early February of 2026 so it's been a couple months and I have basically done nothing lol but let's get into it
Goal #1
My first goal is to learn to play guitar when I was younger my grandpa was teaching me but he had passed away and I just never picked it back up after that and I love music and to me I have a friend that plays guitar and is in a band and I think that's amazing and impressive so I thought maybe I would try to play guitar too I'm not looking to become famous it's more like a hobby
Goal #2
My second goal is to start going to the gym and eating more healthy I have never worked out before and I have never had the time at all to even work out at home, I am extremely anxious and insecure about everything I do and this is a huge step for me but I believe I can do this and one of these days when I am able to get a car I'll start going to the gym.
Goal #3
I wanna start drawing and writing again, I love drawing and it's always my favorite thing to do same with writing but I wanna be able to make fanart of things I like or just little sketches here and there I haven't drawn in months 😔
Who am I gonna write?
I have a couple people/characters and I'll list them down here this may change in the future but as of now these are who I write for now some of them have (parentheses) around them and those are just Nicknames I've given them lol as like an inside joke of mine nothing else to that now on to the list!
The outlast trials:
PRIME ASSESTS;
Leland Coyle (electric nuts)
Mother Gooseberry (chucky soup girl)
EX-POPS;
The Pusher (psychosis bitch)
The Pitcher (fireball)
The Berserker (bane)
YOUTUBERS/FAMOUS:
The weeknd (artist)
Gbln420 (streamer)
Vanossgaming (youtuber)
Basicallyidowrk (youtuber)
Bigjigglypanda (youtuber)
Fourzer0seven (youtuber)
Jerma985 (YT/streamer)
Lets Game It Out (youtuber)
Movies/TV shows:
Jack Reacher (Reacher)
Finish my Wips:
False eyes (michifer)
The headlines (weeknd fanfic)
Lucky angel (leon kennedy x reader)
Lets talk WIP's:
Now let's talk about some of the drafts I have and the new characters I wanna write about, so let's start with the WIP's I have if your not sure what a WIP Is I am here to tell you! So from what I've learned a WIP is a "work in progress" for stories (not like oneshots or short stories) like a novel, etc. In my previous post I have mentioned I am writing a book inspired by another book it's called false eyes and here is a little snip:
"Time worked drastically differently here in the cage than it did on earth, was he even in the cage? Michael had to assume so. He felt like he had been walking for days but it could have been hours, he wouldn't have been able to tell either way. He observed his surroundings and took in every small detail from the way the bark curved slightly around the tree as if embracing it in a warm hug to the way the leaves shook as if in fear of him or something, having been through heavens intensive training he could notice even the slightest of changes in the environment no matter if it was even a slightly odd shaped rock amongst normal rocks, he would notice, that's what it took to make him a great leader, warrior…
The perfect Son."
I have so many Ideas about this book that I genuinely get excited when I have time to write even a couple sentences. Like I could do lies that weren't said until later, or I could do like the cage messes with him and gives him a fake life etc.
But moving onto my next wip, I had a post that mentioned a resident evil 4 remake story which basically was gonna be a play of the game but with you, the reader as his partner but I had deleted it because I felt ashamed bc I couldn't deliver on the 1st chapter (still can't) plus I hated the prologue and I can't give any snippet bc I don't have one.
Now the book that was my original idea (probably a common idea tho lol) is called the headlines which is a weeknd x reader where the reader is a childhood friend but they grew apart during highschool. Here is a snippet of that
"I ate breakfast on the way to work, just a quick sandwich I had made right before I left my apartment. By the time I clocked in, I could hear James and Leyan (LEE-AN) goofing around, not even getting ready for the breakfast rush in two hours. I grab a worn-out rag that the manager refuses to replace, claiming “it still works,” but it’s fine. I start scrubbing the tables clean, when i was done the diner was about to open in an hour and it was now closer to 7 am James and Leyan are still goofing off in the kitchen, I was surprised that they hadn’t been fired yet but we would be short staffs so I assume that’s why andrew hadn’t fired them yet..."
I'm not too sure I like how this is started but I have faith this will be a good one at least I think so if I can ever get to it (writers dilemma) but hopefully that's what it will be Now I think to close this post off I am gonna set a goal of at least 5 stories posted this will start in march (I wanted to participate in writemas last year but never found the time unfortunately :( but maybe this year I can)
Anyway I love you all, I missed you, and hopefully I'll have something for you as soon as I stop drowning 😭
Has anyone read "Abominations and Affection" by _Doctor_Pond_ on wattpad yet? That book changed my life when I was like 15 or 16 and I just reread it like a month ago and I keep thinking of it, there is so many words I wanna say but also can't think of?? Like it's not a pro written story by any means but it's like perfect? If that makes sense.
That book has inspired me to write a book similar to the idea but more of mine? Idk how to explain it but it's made me want to write a book of my own, and I love that. In my opinion the squeal wasn't exactly my favorite but it was still good plus it added a little bit of story after the first book that was super nice they didn't have to do that for us yet they did and for that I'm grateful.
If anyone wants to read it this is the link :) (100% recommend at least trying it)
I've come to realize I really really hate change(rant)
So today was testing so I went in later this causes major anxiety and I wanna light myself on fire but I said ok it's fine just a slightly abnormal day
THEN I GET TO MY ALGEBRA CLASS AND THE DESK ARE NOT SET UP THE WAY THEY NORMALLY ARE AND I HATE IT AND I WAS FORCED TO LOOK LIKE AN IDIOT BECAUSE I NEEDED TO KNOW IF THERE WAS ASSIGN SEATS BUT THERE WASN'T AND I COULD SIT ANY WHERE I WANTED WHICH WAS COOL BUT WHY THE CHANGE?? THEN I ACCIDENTALLY CALL MY FRIEND ON DISCORD AND I QUICKLY ENDED THE CALL BEFORE IT COULD RING BUT IT WAS SO LOUD AND THE ROOM WAS QUIET BESIDES SOME WHISPERING
so then I calm down since the classes are only 25 minutes long and I start heading to my U.S history class
AND ITS THE SAME FUCKING THING THE DESK WERE OUT OF PLACE
(THIS ISN'T NORMAL 👆)
AND IT STRESSES ME OUT BECAUSE NORMALLY WE HAVE ASSIGNED SEATS BUT THEN HE HAD US MOVE THEM BACK IN PLACE THEN THIS DUDE THAT SITS NEXT TO ME WHEN THE DESK ARE NORMAL KEPT STARING AT ME BEFORE WE MOVED THE DESK BACK TO NORMAL AND WE PLAYED A ROUND OF ROCK, PAPER, SISSORS AND THEN AT THE END I LOOKED UP RANDOMLY AND WE MADE EYE CONTACT LIKE I WANNA RIP OUT MY OWN EYES
I'm finally in my last hour class and it is normal which I'm so thankful for beacuese we also have assign seats in this class honestly if it wasn't normal I would have actually crashed out so bad. I'm praying tomorrow the desk will be normal.
Little piece I wrote for myself because it's my birthday today :)
The weeknd x reader
Summary: you need a break from the birthday party he threw together for you, he joins you.
My weeknd playlist :)
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You excused yourself from the people you were talking to and walked toward the glass slider that led outside. It was a party Abel threw for you, it was nice and you were grateful but you were not a very social person even as a young child you have no idea how you even became friends with him but you both were inseparable and were always causing trouble.
When you got outside you let out a breathe, the slight cold of the night was refreshing from the heat within the house, you were already exhausted and you still had a couple more hours to get done before they all left. You were so into your head, you didn't hear the door open or someone walking towards you so when they sat down you nearly jumped out of your skin. Whipping your head towards the stranger you were relieved to find Abel instead of some random man.
"Relax it's just me" he sat down next to you "you not liking the party?"
You loved the party he put in so much effort for you and you were grateful you always will be but sometimes you forget your not kids anymore and he was a celebrity. He always put in effort for everything to make up for when you both couldn't hang out which was quite often do to his tours, he offered for you to come with but you couldn't just leave. "I love the party I really do it's just..." you couldn't find the right words but when you looked at him in the eyes it seemed like he understood.
"We can sit out here as long as you need, you know I gotchu you" that's where you two sat for an hour before you had to go back into the party but he was by your side the whole time, he always will be.
The snow crunched under the man’s weight, his boot-clad feet were heavy and seemed to only get heavier with every step he took. He ran fast it was only a matter of time before they caught up with him, they had already came into his home and it was all over the news.
“A few hours ago an outbreak had started at the loom garden facility, they say it is just a bad flu but it has already claimed lives. Now back to you Liam” That was a lie it was never the flu in fact it was much worse the people who died, came back, but they weren't themselves. They would bite and follow people, Evenutlly the government was overrun and had to set up safety camps all over the state but over time those weren’t safe either, the outbreak reached out of the state to the rest of the unaware world. That was a few weeks ago I think it’s hard to tell nowadays, this group I’m with are the first few survivors I had came across, they were good but people don’t stick around in this world so I don’t expect them to live much longer.
That night almost everyone was sleeping, one survivor, Jamie, was supposed to be on watch but wasn’t paying attention as much as he should have been. A walker wandered into the camp unbeknownst to Jamie and the other survivors, the only one that wasn’t in the camp, sleeping, was John, John was seen as ruthless and heartless to many of the survivors, to a point he was, but he had to be. It didn’t take much time for the walker to get half the camp screaming and running around like a chicken with its head cut off, john couldn’t see where the walker was and before long the walker had bit a giant chunk out of johns forearm this was what he deserved for not protecting his group, he had failed them. Now he has to pay the price.
only an hour. It had been only an hour since the walker rampaged through the camp and left havoc in its wake, john was now sweating it was only a matter of time before he would have to put a bullet through his head so he didn’t hurt anyone else. He felt nauseous and it only made his stomach hurt more when he thought about it, He had no choice but to get away from what was left of his group. Unfortunately, he didn’t know how much time he had, his body grew weaker and felt like he could take a long nap. He figured he would be alright to take a quick one but he judged wrong, as soon as he sat down and leaned against the tree trunk his eyes closed, exhaustion made him fall asleep faster than he would have liked, this was a mistake. He failed his group once again as his body got up and limped in the direction of the camp.
Hi could you write a sugar daddy silent treatment with Hank where Hank is giving the reader the silent treatment for something she did and she didn’t notice turned smut please
Don't you love me, baby?
I love the idea unfortunately I don't write smut anymore but I tried to make the illusion to it, hope that was enough :)
Hank was the best sugar daddy you have ever had, he respected your boundaries, set up safe words, never once made you uncomfortable, and always bought you the nicest of things even when you didn't ask.
lately he had been coming home late and when you would try to get the slightest bit of attention from him, whether it was when you needed to have his hands on your body or it was just wanting to be in his presence, he would ignore you. after a few days of the silent treatment you were fed up and decided to corner him one night. he had just gotten out of the shower, both of you were getting ready for bed you had the plan to ask him about it right before bed because he had a rule about going to bed mad. he still was giving you the silent treatment, he sat on the edge of the bed taking off his socks, you stepped Infront of him and placed your hands on his shoulders.
he tried to stand up and move but you pushed him back down, he let out a huff before looking up at you in your eyes. "what's wrong?" you ask quietly staring into his eyes almost as if you were afraid to make him anymore angry with you. he didn't answer for a while but you could see the fury in his eyes.
"just let it go Y/n" you froze since when has he called you by your first name, its always a nickname. this means he IS mad at you but for what reason? you squeezed his shoulder and gently placed a hand on his jaw rubbing your thumb over the stubble decorating his jaw, you always loved the feeling on your skin. you blew out a breath angrily "what is your problem hank? you have been ignoring me for a few days now." you were getting upset, you felt like he had no right being mad at you, what did you even do? "then why not run off to Liam huh? If you think i have a fucking problem." Boom. That was it, that's why he was angry with you.
Hank stood up and stepped away from you, his hands were clenched tightly together, it caught you off guard for a second but you quickly regained composure.
"what? Liam is my work friend what are you so mad for?" you were now confused but it quickly turned to realization when you fully thought about it, he was jealous of Liam. You won't lie that was… hot. you tilted your head with a small smile and walked up to him placing one hand on his chest. "are you jealous?" when hank didn't answer but instead looked away from you, you knew you had your awnser.
"Let me show you how much I'm mad at you."
Let's just say you and hank had to take another shower.
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Author note: I actually didn't mean to post this yet but I hit the wrong button 🥲
Omg I just read a old story of mine that I think I posted last year or the year before, and wtf why is it so good 😭 why can't I do that now??? I was on a different wave length I can't believe I'm gushing grannies over my own work 🥲 it's so surreal
It's Christmas eve I have wrapped all my gifts wrapped I'm so glad I got to participate, i think out of all the 24 stories I only disliked one anyway one finally thank you and appreciation to @agirlandherquill for allowing me to join and show off my work :)
P.s I changed 'it' to 'life'
Fandom: House md
My prompts: dialogue; "One day, everything we know will be gone. Until that time, you owe it to history to enjoy life."
"Why do you think house acts that way?" You asked Chase, Chase scoffed and stared at you with a boyish smirk "house is an ass, you can't expect somethin' from him, he won'tgive you what you want" you hummed in acknowledgement but still wondered about him it was not exactly the awnser you wanted from chase but before you could ask another house walked into the room.
"Well what are you two school girls gossiping about?" House walked right past us to the coffee machine "nothing important, why did you tell us to meet you here if you were going to be late?" House took a sip of the coffee from his red mug, you needed to get him a new one he has had that same red mug for three years now. "I figured I'd make you wait, you know to up suspense?" House gave you a sassy look before he took another sip of his coffee, you wanted to sleep in longer you have been have rough nights sleeping and it didn't help that everytime you fell asleep it was either a nightmare or a dream about your boss.
House tossed us each a file "where's foreman?" House asked as he started writing liver failure and low circulation. "We don't know, he is probably sleeping in like every other person on the planet right now." You bit back sarcastically, lack of sleep has really messed with your head. He turned around and stared at you with an eyebrow raised, before squinting at you and turning back around to look at the white board. "Run a test for an infection" "her white count was normal." "I know. Run for infection"
It had been a full day of nothing but working, you were exhausted beyond belief. Curling up in a warm bed while some movie played on the TV sounded so nice right now, but house had you playing around with the women's blood looking for an infection that she probably didn't have as foreman would have so lovely put it. Chase looked more exhausted then you did, even if you doubt he stayed up as long as you have but you sent him home anyway.
Now it was only you in the lab, foreman left saying he had something to do and you sent chase home over an hour ago. You laid your head down as you were waiting for the spining thing to stop, that was your mistake. Your eyes shut quicker then you could fight the sleepiness in your brain, you should have known house would be the one to find and wake you up, almost as if he knew you were asleep.
House threw his cane down aggressively next to your head, it made a loud noise that made you jump awake. It took a second to realize who was infront of you, Gregory house. "Why must you make everyone around you miserable?" You mumble as you bang your head on the iron table, "well aren't you just a sunshine" he said shoving a cracker in his mouth, before he read over the computer infront of you that had all the infections on it, you had done a little over half of the 15 or 20 test needed to be done.
"One day, everything we know will be gone." You said, he rolled his eyes "you steal that one from wilson?" He asked retorically, continuing to shove another cracker in his mouth. "Until that time house, you owe it to history to enjoy life." You finished, you left the lab and started walking away to who knows where. House didn't follow you he was surprised and shocked at what you had said.
Maybe you weren't just eye candy after all, maybe your an actual doctor.
"Why is it such a big deal with you? I've been hunting for a little plus dean and sam are coming!"
Michael pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment before crossing his arms over his chest. He didn't wanna argue but he was more protective and if you might say overbearing but it would be benign to argue with him there would be no way he would relax even slightly.
Adam scoffed as Michael took even longer to awnser, Adam laid down on his bed and turned his back to Michael. He was tired of being told what to do by the archangel it was annoying, Adam felt like he had to defend his every word and prove that he was capable without the archangels help.
Adam felt the bed dip but he still refused to look at him, Michael stared at the wall ahead and thought for a moment. "One day..." Micheal sat up straighter as if his father was here listening "one day, the purpose you serve shall be greater then this." Adam knew he was referring to hunting and saving people's lives, but it still didn't make Adam feel anyless bad but it did get Adam to turn over and at least look at Michael so he took it as a win.
Adam sighed and placed a hand on Michael's forearm, Michael tensed up he still wasn't use to this whole physical touch thing but he did tell Adam he would try. Michael grabbed Adam's hand and ran his thumb over his knuckles, Michael was over protective and was definitely not happy about Adam hunting with his half brothers...
lucifer had been annoying you so much that you locked him out of the house and put up angel warding symbols, he figured you would let him in soon but a snow storm started and you had kind of forgot about him while you were making dinner. all of a sudden you had remembered him and rushed to take down the warding's and unlock your front door, when you opened the door lucifer stood Infront of you with a grumpy look on his face
"you left me in the cold!" he says through gritted teeth, you grabbed him by the arm and tugged him inside shutting the door. you dragged him Infront of the fireplace, "I'm sorry I started making dinner and I just forg-" he cut you off with a kiss, it was a quick. "I guess I can forgive you" he shook his head and sat on the floor, he held his hands up to the fire.
you were still frozen in your spot from when lucifer had given you a kiss.
"why do you have a crush on him anyway? the man took over my body to fight his own brother!" dean shook your shoulders, the embarrassment was overwhelming but you couldn't help it. you liked his hair, you liked his eyes, you liked when he would show emotion even for half a second, you liked him. "oh my chuck get that stupid dreamy look off your face, I think I'm gonna be sick" he fake bent over pretending to gag, you rolled your eyes and pushed him away "will you shush, I'm going to my room please forget you ever saw that" you quickly rushed to your room wanting to avoid the conversation.
it had been quite a while since you have been in your room watching a random TV show, you were about to start the eighth episode when there was a loud knock at your bedroom door. you got up and opened the door, it was Michael "what are you doing here?" you looked around in the hallway but saw no one so you let him in, you shut the door and sat on your bed again waiting for him to speak.
"many have tried to love me." he crossed his arms over his chest and stared at you before continuing "what makes you think you have what it takes?" you felt shocked, how does he know that? you laughed nervously "where did you hear that from?" you had to know, someone had to have told him, or else he wouldn't be here. "dean mentioned something about it, I had to come find out for myself." guess that explains why he is here, what were you supposed to tell him? the truth?
"ok yeah I'm in love with you." you refused to look up scared of how he would reply.
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