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I'm Kyra and I like to write, obviously. I try to post stuff semi-regularly but please keep in mind that I also am a full time student and own a small business! But I genuinely enjoy writing and talking with you guys so please don't hesitate to reach out.
𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖏𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖘
SUFFOCATION LIKE A LOVING CARESS [batman: bruce wayne x reader, jonathan crane x reader, edward nashton x reader.]
The sequel to Stay to Burn (Only to Drown Instead). Tentatively starting in 2026.
REVELATIONS FROM CRAWLING ON THE FLOOR [fallout new vegas: vulpes inculta x f!courier]
After an attack on the village she's staying in, a young woman named Ena disguises herself as a man to avoid being taken as a slave, only to end up forced to join the Legion. From the get-go, Vulpes is suspicious of her yet doesn't expose her for reasons he's keeping close to his chest. Secrets, spying, and sneaking around ensue.
𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖉 / 𝖔𝖓 𝖍𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘
STAY TO BURN ONLY TO DROWN INSTEAD [batman: bruce wayne x reader, jonathan crane x reader, edward nashton x reader.]
You accept an offer to TA for Dr. Jonathan Crane's Psychology of Fear class and everything goes to shit from there. A mixture between the Nolan!verse and the Reeves!verse. The masterpost linked has links to other works in the universe as well.
A HEAVY KIND OF MADNESS. [arcane: silco x reader]
After an accident at The Last Drop, you are put in Silco’s debt. Unable to pay, you strike up a deal with him- you’ll serve as his courier and deliver letters Topside until your debt is repaid. Despite everything you had been warned about while growing up in Piltover, you find yourself increasingly drawn to Silco and the danger he represents. With an arranged marriage and family expectations hanging over your head, you find freedom and temptation in your new double life and the man who runs it. But you can only lie for so long before it starts to catch up to you, and that includes the lies you tell yourself.
KINGDOM COME UNDONE [star wars: kylo ren x reader]
You are a fighter for the Resistance, captured after a mission goes wrong. But where you expected to be interrogated for information you didn't have and subsequently killed, you instead meet your soulmate. Unfortunately.
ON HIATUS
𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖘
dr. jonathan crane (nolan!verse)
bruce wayne (reeves!verse)
edward nashton (reeves!verse)
vulpes inculta
danny johnson/ghostface
amanda young/the pig
albert wesker/the mastermind
other characters masterpost
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REQUESTS ARE OPEN: there are currently six requests in my inbox!
“I've imagined killing you a thousand different ways”
for Enver Gortash please?
Okay so I’ve had ideas for a Paladin!Tav who breaks her oath to ally with Gortash and becomes his paladin and there’s a lot of little things that go into this but that’s the general background of this Tav. This request might be the thing that gets me to write more oneshots with them because I don’t think I have it in me to write a multi-chapter fic about them. I know this prompt would have been easy to do with Durge but I wanted to do something less obvious.
Also third person because I need to practice it. This Paladin is technically an OC but I haven’t described or named her (in this) so feel free to place yourself or your own Tav in her place!
dear. | enver gortash x f!tav
notes: toxic relationship but its not that bad here | word count: 1431 | ao3 link
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Enver’s hand rested on the small of her back, a possessive claim that she was unable to shake off politely in present company. She doubted it would raise too many eyebrows, since she doubted that most people would even notice it. But it was also wholly inappropriate for their relationship.
They needed to appear to be a united front. But not that united.
She knew what the people of Baldur’s Gate said about her: that she was his paladin, his champion, his guard-dog. He did nothing to dispel these rumors, and she feared that the truth was too unbelievable for her to try and correct them. But still, she hated when she heard how they spoke about her.
Yes, she swore an oath of fealty to him at his coronation. But that does not make her his.
At least, that’s what she told herself when the guilt of it all weighed heavily on her shoulders. When she remembered the betrayal on Karlach’s face, when she remembered the disapproval in Wyll’s.
“Smile, dear,” he said, not removing his hand. If anything, it felt like he dug his gauntlet into her skin. “We can’t have the Hero of Baldur’s Gate looking so glum.”
“Ugh.” She murmured, adjusting her stance. He had asked her to wear a formal outfit to this event, not her usual armor. She felt naked without the comforting weight of her sword at her side or the plate on her chest, and she was desperately trying to ignore the warmth of his palm on her back that she could feel even through the fabric of her dress. “Don’t call me that.”
“Ah, but you are very dear to me.”
Only because I didn’t kill you when I should have, She wanted to say, but Lady Jannath approached at that very moment and the words died on her tongue.
Enver greeted Lady Jannath warmly, finally removing his hand so he could grasp her outstretched one and place a light kiss upon her knuckles. Lady Jannath blushed, chuckling.
The once-proud paladin kept her gaze locked firmly ahead, trying not to react to the shameless display of affection happening before her. At least, it was happening on Lady Jannath’s part– Enver was playing the gentleman, but he seemed uninterested in whatever the noblewoman had to offer.
When Lady Jannath left, Enver turned back to the woman at his side, who was still staring resolutely ahead with a clenched jaw. The conversation had barely lasted five minutes but it had felt like an eternity.
“No need to be jealous.” He said. She looked over at him sharply, and he was watching her expression with careful, calculating eyes.
“I am not—” She huffed, uncharacteristically flustered. He could only watch in amusement as she laughed nervously. “Why would I be jealous of you and Lady Jannath, of all people? Maybe I’m just annoyed that I’m forced to hear it at all.”
“You could have left.”
“Could I have?” She asked, in a tone that only reminded her of Shadowheart. Another pang of sorrow ripped through her heart. She hadn’t seen any of her friends in weeks. She didn’t even know if they considered themselves her friends anymore. “Can I leave this entire function? You know I despise these dinners.”
“If you wish to leave me unprotected.”
“Oh, like you’re helpless.” She pointedly looked into the corner of the room where a Steel Watcher was silently watching the entire dinner.
Enver opened his mouth to respond, to banter further with her, but she was already walking away towards the doors that would free her from the whole stuffy affair, having taken his comment as his permission to escape.
By the time he returned to his office later that night, she had changed back into her usual leisure wear— leather pants and a linen shirt. If he was surprised to see that she hadn’t retired to her quarters yet- as she normally did by this time- he didn’t show it.
She lounged by the fireplace, a thick tome open in her lap. But she was only pretending to read, her thoughts elsewhere.
“It’s well past midnight, my dear, why are you still awake?”
“Don’t call me that.” She said on instinct to his endearment, turning a page in the book to keep up the charade.
“It’s a harmless pet name, why does it bother you so much?” For once, Enver Gortash sounded exasperated. She sighed, closing the book and putting it to the side.
“I have no more use for pet names than you do for these proposals of marriage.” She gestured to the low table in front of the fireplace and the half a dozen open letters that covered its surface. They had all been perfumed by their senders and now their scents clashed in her nose. She scoffed.
“I do have a use for them.” He picks one up. The scent of rose wafted over to her. “Leverage.”
“Yes, because knowing that noble families seek an advantageous marriage is such good blackmail material.” She stood, plucking the letter from his grasp and peering down at it. “I’ve never heard of this family.”
“There are always people looking for an easy way into power.” He took the letter back and tossed it into the fire. It seemed he had no use for that family. The flames devoured the paper, and within seconds it was ash.
“Says the man who schemed his way into a position that hadn’t existed before.”
“My schemes were much more complicated than marriage.” They fell into an uneasy silence, the crackling of flames the only sound in the room. She was about to turn and actually retire to her room when he spoke. “You didn’t answer me, before.”
She frowned. Why did he care so much about his endearments and her reaction to them? Was it just because so few people dared to contradict him anymore that he forgot what it was like?
“Your pet names are not harmless, not to me. It ties me to you. The wrong person is going to overhear you and think that we’re…” she shook her head. “In the kind of relationship where pet names are welcome.”
“Are we not?”
She fell quiet, unable to think of an answer. What was their relationship at this point? They had barely touched one another, yet she had saved his life multiple times and would do it again if she needed to. He had never shown anything beside professional intrigue in her and her abilities, but his language and behavior often read as flirtatious and intimate.
She knew why so many paladins preferred to swear an oath to a god, or a vague concept of justice or vengeance. Because the devotion that was born from an oath often felt too much like love. Devotion without boundaries or sense was dangerous. She would put her life on the line for him and she wished that she had never taken that damn oath at his coronation.
“I have imagined killing you in a thousand different ways.” She said, quietly, staring into the fire to avoid seeing his reaction. These were thoughts that she had but had never dared to express to him before, though she would be astonished if he hadn’t known her feelings. “I wish I had never saved you, that I had let you die when we faced the Elder Brain.”
“And break your oath? How many times can one paladin break her oath, I wonder.”
She scowled. The pain of becoming an oathbreaker was not a memory she wished to refresh. Led astray by a few honeyed words spoken by a man with brown eyes. It’s a surprise Raphael hadn’t managed to swindle her out of her soul if that was all it took.
“Sometimes I really hate you for doing this to me. What kind of relationship is that?”
“I have done many things to you, my dear, but breaking your oath was not one of them.” He said the pet name knowing that she bristled as he did so, and that he relished in causing her discomfort. His gold-tipped fingers grasped her chin, turning her gaze away from the fire to look him in the face. His eyes were dark, the shadows created by the fire only dancing across his face. The tip of his thumb caressed her bottom lip, pressing in slightly until it started to ache, and she shuddered in his grip. “You did that.”
“I've imagined killing you a thousand different ways”
for Enver Gortash please?
Okay so I’ve had ideas for a Paladin!Tav who breaks her oath to ally with Gortash and becomes his paladin and there’s a lot of little things that go into this but that’s the general background of this Tav. This request might be the thing that gets me to write more oneshots with them because I don’t think I have it in me to write a multi-chapter fic about them. I know this prompt would have been easy to do with Durge but I wanted to do something less obvious.
Also third person because I need to practice it. This Paladin is technically an OC but I haven’t described or named her (in this) so feel free to place yourself or your own Tav in her place!
dear. | enver gortash x f!tav
notes: toxic relationship but its not that bad here | word count: 1431 | ao3 link
character list + rules | accepted prompt lists
Enver’s hand rested on the small of her back, a possessive claim that she was unable to shake off politely in present company. She doubted it would raise too many eyebrows, since she doubted that most people would even notice it. But it was also wholly inappropriate for their relationship.
They needed to appear to be a united front. But not that united.
She knew what the people of Baldur’s Gate said about her: that she was his paladin, his champion, his guard-dog. He did nothing to dispel these rumors, and she feared that the truth was too unbelievable for her to try and correct them. But still, she hated when she heard how they spoke about her.
Yes, she swore an oath of fealty to him at his coronation. But that does not make her his.
At least, that’s what she told herself when the guilt of it all weighed heavily on her shoulders. When she remembered the betrayal on Karlach’s face, when she remembered the disapproval in Wyll’s.
“Smile, dear,” he said, not removing his hand. If anything, it felt like he dug his gauntlet into her skin. “We can’t have the Hero of Baldur’s Gate looking so glum.”
“Ugh.” She murmured, adjusting her stance. He had asked her to wear a formal outfit to this event, not her usual armor. She felt naked without the comforting weight of her sword at her side or the plate on her chest, and she was desperately trying to ignore the warmth of his palm on her back that she could feel even through the fabric of her dress. “Don’t call me that.”
“Ah, but you are very dear to me.”
Only because I didn’t kill you when I should have, She wanted to say, but Lady Jannath approached at that very moment and the words died on her tongue.
Enver greeted Lady Jannath warmly, finally removing his hand so he could grasp her outstretched one and place a light kiss upon her knuckles. Lady Jannath blushed, chuckling.
The once-proud paladin kept her gaze locked firmly ahead, trying not to react to the shameless display of affection happening before her. At least, it was happening on Lady Jannath’s part– Enver was playing the gentleman, but he seemed uninterested in whatever the noblewoman had to offer.
When Lady Jannath left, Enver turned back to the woman at his side, who was still staring resolutely ahead with a clenched jaw. The conversation had barely lasted five minutes but it had felt like an eternity.
“No need to be jealous.” He said. She looked over at him sharply, and he was watching her expression with careful, calculating eyes.
“I am not—” She huffed, uncharacteristically flustered. He could only watch in amusement as she laughed nervously. “Why would I be jealous of you and Lady Jannath, of all people? Maybe I’m just annoyed that I’m forced to hear it at all.”
“You could have left.”
“Could I have?” She asked, in a tone that only reminded her of Shadowheart. Another pang of sorrow ripped through her heart. She hadn’t seen any of her friends in weeks. She didn’t even know if they considered themselves her friends anymore. “Can I leave this entire function? You know I despise these dinners.”
“If you wish to leave me unprotected.”
“Oh, like you’re helpless.” She pointedly looked into the corner of the room where a Steel Watcher was silently watching the entire dinner.
Enver opened his mouth to respond, to banter further with her, but she was already walking away towards the doors that would free her from the whole stuffy affair, having taken his comment as his permission to escape.
By the time he returned to his office later that night, she had changed back into her usual leisure wear— leather pants and a linen shirt. If he was surprised to see that she hadn’t retired to her quarters yet- as she normally did by this time- he didn’t show it.
She lounged by the fireplace, a thick tome open in her lap. But she was only pretending to read, her thoughts elsewhere.
“It’s well past midnight, my dear, why are you still awake?”
“Don’t call me that.” She said on instinct to his endearment, turning a page in the book to keep up the charade.
“It’s a harmless pet name, why does it bother you so much?” For once, Enver Gortash sounded exasperated. She sighed, closing the book and putting it to the side.
“I have no more use for pet names than you do for these proposals of marriage.” She gestured to the low table in front of the fireplace and the half a dozen open letters that covered its surface. They had all been perfumed by their senders and now their scents clashed in her nose. She scoffed.
“I do have a use for them.” He picks one up. The scent of rose wafted over to her. “Leverage.”
“Yes, because knowing that noble families seek an advantageous marriage is such good blackmail material.” She stood, plucking the letter from his grasp and peering down at it. “I’ve never heard of this family.”
“There are always people looking for an easy way into power.” He took the letter back and tossed it into the fire. It seemed he had no use for that family. The flames devoured the paper, and within seconds it was ash.
“Says the man who schemed his way into a position that hadn’t existed before.”
“My schemes were much more complicated than marriage.” They fell into an uneasy silence, the crackling of flames the only sound in the room. She was about to turn and actually retire to her room when he spoke. “You didn’t answer me, before.”
She frowned. Why did he care so much about his endearments and her reaction to them? Was it just because so few people dared to contradict him anymore that he forgot what it was like?
“Your pet names are not harmless, not to me. It ties me to you. The wrong person is going to overhear you and think that we’re…” she shook her head. “In the kind of relationship where pet names are welcome.”
“Are we not?”
She fell quiet, unable to think of an answer. What was their relationship at this point? They had barely touched one another, yet she had saved his life multiple times and would do it again if she needed to. He had never shown anything beside professional intrigue in her and her abilities, but his language and behavior often read as flirtatious and intimate.
She knew why so many paladins preferred to swear an oath to a god, or a vague concept of justice or vengeance. Because the devotion that was born from an oath often felt too much like love. Devotion without boundaries or sense was dangerous. She would put her life on the line for him and she wished that she had never taken that damn oath at his coronation.
“I have imagined killing you in a thousand different ways.” She said, quietly, staring into the fire to avoid seeing his reaction. These were thoughts that she had but had never dared to express to him before, though she would be astonished if he hadn’t known her feelings. “I wish I had never saved you, that I had let you die when we faced the Elder Brain.”
“And break your oath? How many times can one paladin break her oath, I wonder.”
She scowled. The pain of becoming an oathbreaker was not a memory she wished to refresh. Led astray by a few honeyed words spoken by a man with brown eyes. It’s a surprise Raphael hadn’t managed to swindle her out of her soul if that was all it took.
“Sometimes I really hate you for doing this to me. What kind of relationship is that?”
“I have done many things to you, my dear, but breaking your oath was not one of them.” He said the pet name knowing that she bristled as he did so, and that he relished in causing her discomfort. His gold-tipped fingers grasped her chin, turning her gaze away from the fire to look him in the face. His eyes were dark, the shadows created by the fire only dancing across his face. The tip of his thumb caressed her bottom lip, pressing in slightly until it started to ache, and she shuddered in his grip. “You did that.”
Thank you for answering my question about your fic! I meant no offense, just thought I might have missed an announcement but really looking forward to reading the rest of it!
Yeah, no problem! I'm just busy lol but I promise I'm working on it <3 I'm hoping that ch. 3 will be out sometime sooooon?
Sorry if this is a stupid question, but are you still working on suffocation like a loving caress?
I am!! Typically unless I officially announce a hiatus, I’m still actively working on the fic. I just do a lot of other stuff besides writing (and I work on a lot of projects at once) so things can take a bit longer!
hi, i’m a big fan of your writing, thank you sm for sharing it w us !! since requests are open, could i please ask for something with daniel robitaille? maybe something obsessive and sweet-intentioned but really pushing the line of creepy? thanks :)
yes!!! this is definitely more of a set-up but I would be super willing to write more parts to this eventually because I do like this premise a lot! if I do write future parts, I would really try to hone in more on the sweet but creepy vibes.
(dis)belief | daniel robitaille x reader
notes: descriptions of slightly obsessive behavior | word count: 1389
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The shadow has been dogging your steps since Halloween. Not that any of your friends believe you— one of them had the audacity to suggest that you were just having an extended trip, ignoring the fact that you hadn’t taken anything that night. Frankly, if it wasn’t happening to you, you probably wouldn’t believe it either.
It wasn’t even an actual shadow. There was nothing concrete for you to point to, nothing for you to catch. But there was the inkling of a feeling, that tingle at the back of your neck that told you something was watching you.
Maybe you were just paranoid. But every time you felt a touch of an invisible hand against your skin, or the shifting of air that told you something was moving past you without you seeing, you knew that you weren’t just making it up.
The moment you decided that, maybe, you needed help with this problem was when you walked into your apartment after work only to walk into a room bathed in golden light. Every candle in your apartment was lit, flames flickering in the darkness. You dropped your bag at your side, mouth agape. Scented candles, taper candles, sculptural candles— all were lit (you never realized just how many candles you owned until this moment.)
There was no way you had done this. And your door had been locked when you’d arrived home.
It had no explanation, at least not one that you wanted to admit to yourself.
Grabbing your bag, you quickly called the only friend who wouldn’t immediately think you had lost your mind.
“Hey, Tab, can you meet me at the coffee shop near my place? Something… weird is going on.”
Thirty minutes later, you were sitting in a cafe with Tabitha, who was listening to the story of your week since this all began with a stony face that indicated she was trying not to convey just how worried she was about your situation.
“What happened at that Halloween party?” She asked, her ringed fingers curling around her cup.
“I didn’t take anything that night, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“It’s not.” She frowned. “I wasn’t there, so I don’t know what you guys got up to.”
“Listen, all we did at the party was get drunk and play stupid slumber party games. I don’t think whatever is happening is because of the party.”
“What kinds of games did you play?”
“Like…” You groaned, exasperated that you were even entertaining the idea that the games had anything to do with what was going on. Even with all of the evidence you had that something strange was happening, tying it to literal children’s games felt silly. “Like Light as a Feather, Stiff as a Board or Bloody Mary. The shit you do when you’re ten and want to scare your friends.”
When you had suggested going out to an actual club that night, they told you that the cover charges for all the clubs in the area were too much. Which, to be fair, they totally were. But being in an actual club with actual music was better than standing in a dark bathroom with a candle and chanting for a ghost that most people stopped being afraid of when they were ten to appear.
Tabitha gave you a look, pursing her lips like she was debating actually saying it.
“Maybe… you actually summoned something.”
You wanted to laugh.
But you had specifically reached out to this friend, your one friend who owned more crystals than she had money in her savings and who regularly offered to read tarot for you. The only friend who knew enough about this kind of shit to give you the advice you so desperately needed but were unwilling to vocalize.
Then, you felt a gentle tickle on your hand. Looking down, you startled at the sight of a bee gently making its way across your skin. You furrowed your brow, confused at the sight. Wasn’t it too late in the year for bees?
You tried to shake the bee off of your hand, your frown deepening when it stayed stubbornly put.
Tabitha followed your gaze to your hand, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of the bee meandering across your skin. Slowly, she looked back up at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read.
“What, exactly, did you summon that night?”
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Tabitha had provided you with a list of tips for getting rid of the spirit that seemed attached to you, right after she was done berating you for trying to summon anything in the first place. (“Especially on Halloween. I don’t care what you believe, that’s just common sense!”)
Her first tip was, coincidentally, also the scariest: talk to it. Tell it that it wasn’t welcome around you and that it needed to leave your house. Be firm, but not cruel in your delivery.
You stood in your living room, holding an unlit bundle of leaves that Tabitha told you was good for clearing out negative energies from your space. Of course, she had intended for you to light them on fire but you weren’t so sure that it wasn’t going to just set your smoke alarm off.
“Um. Hi?” God, you felt stupid. He was just an urban legend— you hadn’t actually summoned anything that night, and certainly not the fucking Candyman. You were just tired, and imagining things, and now you were talking to the air in your empty apartment. Maybe you had actually lit all of those candles yourself and forgotten. Maybe you just had a gas leak and were slowly losing your mind. “Is anyone there?”
Then— a gentle brush against your shoulder. Quick and feather light. You whipped around, heart racing. There was nothing, no one standing there. But you had felt it.
“I–” You cleared your throat. Assert your dominance, Tabitha had said. You held the bundle of leaves in front of you like it was a crucifix in a vampire film. “I’m sorry if I offended you by bringing you here. But I need you to leave. You can’t stay here.”
Much like you had expected, nothing happened. You lowered your hands, starting to think that maybe you did need to check yourself into a hospital (or have your home checked for gas leaks or mold).
“That–” The voice, deep and soft, came from right above your head, seeming to echo in your mind. Your ears rang, a low buzzing thrumming in your bones. You spun around again, trying to catch sight of the person speaking but no matter where you turned you saw nothing. “-is not how this works.”
“What do you mean? How what works?” Somehow you were able to speak through the shock coursing through your veins.
“You summoned me.” The voice curled around you, caressing your skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake. A gasp, sharp and scraping against your throat, wrenched itself out of your mouth. When he spoke again, his voice was right next to your ear, every syllable in his gravelly voice intentionally placed. “The Can-dy-man.”
“I–” You swallowed, your saliva thick in your mouth. “You aren’t real.” You can’t be real.
“You were brave– foolish. You didn’t believe in me. But I believe that your screams would taste… delicious.”
The air grew thick around you, the buzzing vibrating in your teeth and before you realized it you were running without thinking, pulling your door open and bolting down the hallway of your apartment building not caring how loud you were being. You still clutched the sage bundle in your hands, the leaves crumbling in your tight, sweaty grip.
Before you reached the stairwell, you glanced over your shoulder to your apartment. You fully expected to see nothing, to have yet another realization that you were slowly going insane but instead you saw something that made you shudder in fear and something else you were quite able to identify.
You saw him, looking exactly like he had always been described to you when your friends exchanged urban legends with each other. Almost impossible tall, with a long coat and a hook for a hand. And he was standing in your doorway, watching you run away with dark eyes that told you he wasn’t going to give up the chase so easily.
I want to let you all know that I have a book club !! While we have mostly in-person meetings, I do plan on offering virtual discussions for all of our books!!
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I want to let you all know that I have a book club !! While we have mostly in-person meetings, I do plan on offering virtual discussions for all of our books!!
323 Followers, 91 Following, 12 Posts - See Instagram photos and videos from The Yearning Book Club (@yearningbookclub)
hi friends! here are the prompt lists I am currently accepting requests from! please note that you do NOT have to use a prompt from a list if you do not want to:
˚₊‧⁺˙ 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 ˙⁺‧₊˚ ··· a collection of right person wrong time, parallel lives, missed connections, sliding doors & almosts roleplay sentence starters. genre: longing, bittersweet, what-ifs, tender heartbreak.
• I keep thinking about what would've happened if I'd stayed.
• You're here. You're actually here, and I don't know what to do with that.
• I saw you across the room and my heart did that thing it used to do.
• We're both different people now, aren't we?
• I think about you more than I should. More than is probably healthy.
• What if I told you I've never stopped wondering about us?
• I heard you're doing well. I'm glad. I mean that.
• Do you ever think about what we could have been?
• I'm in town for the weekend. Coffee? Or is that a terrible idea?
• Five years later and you still take my breath away.
• I kept your number. Never had the courage to use it until now.
• You look exactly the same. That's not fair.
• I have a whole life now, but there's still this you-shaped space in it.
• We were so close to something real, weren't we?
• I thought I was over this. Over you. I was wrong.
• Tell me you feel it too. This... whatever this is between us.
• I'm engaged now. I thought you should hear it from me.
• Why does this feel like a second chance we don't deserve?
• I wanted to reach out so many times. I just never knew what to say.
• You were always the one that got away.
• I see glimpses of the person I used to be when I'm around you.
• We had terrible timing, didn't we?
• I'm not sure if running into you is fate or just cruel.
• I dreamed about you last night. We were happy.
• You have a life here. I have a life somewhere else. That's just how it is.
• I should've fought harder for us back then.
• Do you think there's a universe where we got it right?
• I almost called you a thousand times.
• You deserved better than the version of me you got.
• I can't tell if seeing you again is closure or just reopening the wound.
• We were kids. We didn't know what we had.
• I followed your career. I'm so proud of you.
• It's funny how some people never really leave you, even when they're gone.
• I wish I could say this doesn't hurt.
• We would've destroyed each other back then. You know that, right?
• I loved you. Past tense. I need you to know that.
• There's someone else now, isn't there?
• I can see your whole life written on your face, and I'm not in it.
• We're standing in the same place where it all started falling apart.
• I think I needed to lose you to become who I am now.
• Maybe in another life, we get our timing right.
• I hate that I still know how you take your coffee.
• You were my almost. My what-if. My biggest regret.
• We're strangers now with a history no one else would understand.
• I spent so long trying to find you in other people.
• This feels like a goodbye we never got to say properly.
• I hope you're happy. God, I hope you're so happy.
• We were right for each other at the wrong time, and that's the tragedy of it.
• I need you to tell me you don't feel this anymore so I can let go.
• We're both here, right now, and I don't know if that means something or nothing.
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