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Life Is Strange - Text-based Game :-)

hi everyone!! i don't really know how tumblr works but i just wanted to share this python game i've been working on for a little while;

it's super simple but it's really fun to work on :D at present it's nowhere near finished-- i wanted to share it to see if you guys have any feedback or ideas on what needs to be added, thank you very much :)

[dearfou]

I really want to write some fanfiction with Dean Winchester/reader but I like literally have zero ideas for it and its makes me sad_(:‚‹」∠)_

[dearfou]

Tangerin

pairing: simon 'ghost' riley x gn!reader.

synopsis: you relationship with simon began with a not really great start but maybe something will change....

warnings: bad English, ooc, kinda angst, open ending, kinda fluff, have never posted on tumblr so this is my first try •3•

You still remember the first time you saw him.

It was your first day with Task Force 141. You were talking with Soap whe you saw him. He was big, really tall, and had this dark aura surrounding him, making everyone shiver and be scared of the skull mask.

 You couldn't say you were not one of many people who was afraid of him, no, it's just you were…. Interested. Now it seems foolish, but back then, every part of your body was vibrating, trying to stay in its place and not touch him. Your eyes couldn't look at anything else except him when you were together in a room, not even for a second. It was really irritating, sometimes it even complicated your work time and life, but still. Still, you tried to see him, and he knew it.

 One time, he just came up to you and watched. Your breath was taken away because it was rarely to see him this close to yourself. He was smelling like wood in fire and cigarettes, even though you couldn't remember him smoking.

  “Why are you looking?” He asked with a rasp in the voice. His body was tense, hands locked and eyes looking through you, trying to find answers to questions.

  “What?” You winced in thoughts of how stupid it sounded. Of course, you knew what he meant but still caught in surprise.

  “I asked you, why are you staring at me?”

  “I do not.”

  “Yes you do, so give me a damn answer.”

 You stayed in silence for a few minutes, chewing the inside of your cheek, trying to think of any answer, but nothing came to mind, so you just sighed and went with the wind.

  “I stare at you because I'm interested in you.”

 You could see the mechanics working in his skull, trying to process the shit you had said. He was silent for a long time, and then he just went away, leaving you behind and not looking back.

 You stayed in the place for no one knew how long, with no thoughts in mind and a hammering heart in the chest.

 With a loud sigh, you clenched your trembling hands in fists and went back to your room.

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 After that you hadn’t seen him for a long time. It seemed like he was avoiding you, trying to hide. Even at briefings, when you looked at him and tried to speak, he just ran away.

 One night, you were sitting on the porch with a little tangerine in your hands. The season of citruses had started since last week, and who were you to miss it. The only thing is, you hated to peel their skin off. It always stuck in your nails, irritating a shit out of you.

 Someone behind you scoffed, and you turned around. It was Ghost. He was standing with his mask on, as usual, watching you tentatively.

  “Y’mind?” His chin pointed to the same stair you were sitting on. You just shrugged and turned away.

 He silently set next to you. Tention vibrated between you two, but no one tried to do anything about it. The darkness of the sky erupted with light of stars that never gave up to shine. Wind was dancing with branches of trees and leaves left behind. You wanted to say something, make a move and try to take the wild animal he was, and finally, when you opened your mouth, he interrupted you, taking a little tangerine.

 He was without his gloves. You noticed from the underneath of his sweatshirt was a tiny bit of a skin with tattoos. You were shocked, if being honest, but then your mind blow out of the orbit and haven't thought about coming back when his fingers started peeling a fucking tangerin. All of everything at once became silent and dull. Not even bright stars were shining anymore, no moon or sun explosion could take your attention. The only thing you recognised now were Ghost’s fingers taking skin off your tangerine.

 When he finished, he held it to you without looking. You just took it and stared dumbfoundedly.

  “Why?” You whispered to him, hoping not to scare him off.

 He didn’t answer or turned to look, but at the same time he hadn't gone away.

You just watched him playing with the skin of the citrus, trying not to ruin the moment, but you couldn't get rid of any thought that were running in your head back and forth.

 ‘I think there won't be any answer,’ you thought and silently sighed, tearing off a slice of tangerine and putting it in your mouth. The juice was sweet, making you grab two more slices. On the fourth one, you stopped and looked at Ghost. He was still sitting beside you, watching the sky, in his arm was a little star made of tangerin’s skin. You thought he was beautiful, like that, sitting on a porch at night; you smiled and stretched a little piece of a fruit toward him.

 He stared at you, looking, no, searching for something in your eyes. Maybe he still didn’t trust you that much. Maybe he still couldn't understand you completely, but still he took the slice.

  “I saw you struggling to peel one in the restroom,” he hooked his mask, and for the first time, you saw his lips. They were scared and pretty. Damn, you wanted to kiss him right now. “So, I thought you would want some help."

You only nodded and continue watching the forest in front of you. Suddenly, the air stopped beeing cold, birds were happier and something between you two shattered, welcoming a new begining.

[dearfou]

My lover has left me (Ao3 is down) and I have to endure this war on my own (no bedtime fanfic)