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[R #10] (Reply to @rhayadel.) Ahhhhh!! You read “Not Your Typical Meet-Cute??” I’m so happy!! 😊 You’re welcome for the feedback, but the fact that it was positive is because of your great writing! 😃 Hope to read more of your work soon! 😀

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Of Mirrors and Expectations

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[R #09] (Reply to @choochoochoosy.) I get it now; it’s because of the MC’s instinct to protect the people she cares about! 😊 Your MC sounds like a very nice person! I don’t think mine blame herself as much (outside of the game’s confines, anyway)... maybe she needs to take some compassion lessons? 😆 Thanks for the explanation! 😊

(Waiting for H.W.U. to come back, forever and always; 26/04/17.)

Faces (James x MC)

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[R #08] (@ladysansaa) My favorite line was, “If by any circumstances you lose him in this journey through college, you honestly might lose yourself too” because the MC sounds like a loyal friend who feels very deeply 😊

(Waiting for H.W.U. to come back, forever and always; 20/04/17.)

Milestones (Slight Jake x F!MC)

Universe:  Endless Summer Word Count: 2322 (whoops) Rating: PG Prompt:  For #ChoicesCreates Week 5, hosted by @hollyashton and @cartoonfanforlife.  The prompt for this week was: “Mirror.” Summary: A picture speaks a thousand words.  But when you’re looking at not a still image, but what’s in front of you, the thoughts could be endless.  You tell your own story, through your own eyes, through your own parallels, and through your own reflection.

Side note: I posted another JakexF!MC earlier this week, and would love to receive feedback for it!  May or not be emotion-packed.  Check it out through this link:  http://ladysansaa.tumblr.com/post/159476264758/let-there-be-light-jake-x-fmc

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-6 years old-

You stand in front of the mirror, watching the blonde pigtails that your aunt tied up bob up and down as you sway to the tempo of the pop song playing on the radio.  They were cute, but your costume isn’t.  Your puffy, cyan blue Cinderella dress seems to refuse to move with you, and because of that you groan in frustration.  It’s so itchy, and uncomfortable, you just want Halloween to be over with.  

Your aunt, Rebecca, strolls into your bedroom, tiara in hand. “What’s wrong, love? I don’t recall the part in Cinderella where she throws fits.”  She jokes, but it makes you even more upset.  

You cross your arms, trying to get the point across.  “I don’t like this costume.  It doesn’t look good on me.  I wanted to be cop.  Why can’t I be a cop?”  

“Sorry, love, I couldn’t find a police costume.  Next year, I promise.  And nonsense, you look adorable,” She tuts.  “But, if you insist, I think I might have just the solution…”  Your aunt waves the tiara ecstatically.  “I knew your dress was missing something, so I quickly drove to the store to buy you a crown, fit for royalty!”  

You stand still, arms remain folded, as she gently adjusts the tiara into your hair, careful not to poke you anywhere.  “There.  Now, you’re beautiful, princess.” 

You scoff and roll your eyes.  “I was always beautiful.” 

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[R #07] (@endlessraj) What I super duper like about this is that there isn’t a SINGLE mention of the MC’s looks - it’s ALL about her personality and how Jake likes and respects her because of who she is on the inside, not on the outside. We DEFINITELY need more fanfiction like this!! 😀

(Waiting for H.W.U. to come back, forever and always; 20/04/17.)

Mirror

Title: Mirror

Pairing: Jake x MC

Summary: Kinda what I interpreted for this week of #ChoicesCreates. @hollyashton  @cartoonfanforlife   (I was away for a few days, so this is the quickest thing that I could come up with that wasn’t too shity 😅) 

Mirror: a thing regarded as accurately representing something else. 

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[R #06] (@rhayadel) This is a great first fanfic for Choices! 😊 Sometimes, writers (both fanfiction writers and original fiction writers) have a “shopping list” way of describing things, and what I really liked about this was that YOU avoided that - instead, you used the right language to evoke images of what you described without making anything sound artificial 😀 I think that my favorite part of this story was the first paragraph because for the most part, when you described the VIP lounge, you SHOWED that it was luxurious instead of just TELLING us that it was 😊

(Waiting for H.W.U. to come back, forever and always; 20/04/17.)

Of Mirrors and Expectations

Summary: Aleister spends some time drinking in The Celestial’s VIP Lounge, and discovers a few things about himself in the process.

Warnings: Angst, drinking, mild violence, self-harm (unintentional), and spoilers if you haven’t finished Endless Summer

Rating: T->M (Just to be safe)

Word Count: 1500+

Book: Endless Summer

[Author’s Note: Well, this is the big moment! My first piece of fanfiction for this community, and my first in years honestly. I almost didn’t get around to posting this, between my hectic week and my self-doubt. But I was very much inspired by this week’s #ChoicesCreates prompt, hosted by the gracious @cartoonfanforlife​. At the end of my story is a drawing that corresponds to the story, but may be a little graphic. It contains blood and themes of angst and unintentional self-harm. If you wish to read the story without the image, send me a message and I can post it without. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy!]

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[R #05] (@choochoochoosy) I was confused by this line (“But she let him down, and she knows it.”) because I can’t think of how the MC let James down in any way. (Unless it was by not being more insistent earlier or something? Or maybe she thought she should have stayed to talk to him more instead of leaving when she did?) The ending was unusual, so that was a nice touch! 😊 And... yay, Tyler cameo! 😋 (Well, sort of 😆)

(Waiting for H.W.U. to come back, forever and always; 19/04/17.)

Faces (James x MC)

Written for the #ChoiceCreates Carnival!  Round 5! Book: The Freshman (book 3) Prompt: Mirror. Pairing: James/MC Rating: G Characters: MC, James, Tyler. Summary: The Face in the mirror isn’t always one you know- And sometimes, it’s an old friend.

He’s face to face with a person he doesn’t know. He looks at that face, the one he feels he should recognise- should know. If he closes his eyes, he can see the face- so full of joy, happiness. Confidence.

But now… Now he looks into the face of someone else.

He sees someone so tired, someone with his lips turned down in a frown more than a smile. His eyebrows are furrowed, there’s dark bags under his eyes.

Speaking of eyes…

He looks into them, really taking in the dark brown eyes and what’s behind them. He looks for what is no longer there- the spark of life, the glint of determination.

But all he sees in the bloodshot, heavy eyes.

His gaze sweeps over the rest of the person in front of him.

Stubble over his cheeks, unshaven.

Shoulders hunched, as if there’s a weight on them.

Clothes, so different to what they used to be.

Nails, no longer manicured, chipped away by a nervous habit recently developed.

His lips thin in a grimace. He turns away, stepping over to the sink. He splashes his face, the cool water refreshing.

He leaves the bathroom and heads into his kitchen, switching the kettle on. He picks up his phone from the bench, and sees a message he’s been working on over the last few days.

It’s funny, he thinks. He’s meant to be a writer- but he can’t even finish a simple text, to the woman he cares about most.

He doesn’t know what to say.

I’m sorry I didn’t listen.

I’m sorry you didn’t think I was listening.

I’m sorry you didn’t listen.

I wish you were still here.

I need you.

But none of these feel right to him. He wants to talk to her, to reach out to her… But he doesn’t know how.

He pours himself a cup of tea, and sits down on the sofa to watch the sun rise outside his window. It’s been almost two days since she walked out, at 1am in the morning, anger and emotion driving their last conversation. He knew she was home safe- Tyler had sent him a text when she arrived.

He wants to call her, to Skype her and see her face… But he’s not sure if she would even answer.

He closes his eyes, resting his head back against the wall.

She’s face to face with someone she hasn’t seen in a long time. He looks at the face, the one she didn’t even know she missed.

She sees the eyes, no longer hindered by the dark bags beneath. A good sleep took care of that.

The face is relaxed, the tightness of stress no longer putting a strain on her forehead. So much has happened in the last few weeks that she’s almost surprised by how quickly it’s changed.

There’s still something there, though. A slight glint of worry, a shadow of longing. Because while all seems good and right in the world around her, there’s still one person she needs to talk to, wants to talk to. She looks down and sees her phone, the screen black. She picks it up and logs in, looking at the empty text box.

She wants to message him, to call. But every time she does, a feeling of guilt washes over her, followed by frustration.

It’s funny, she thinks. This is the man she can trust with her deepest secrets, the man who cares about her the most. But she let him down, and she knows it.

I’m sorry I didn’t listen.

I’m sorry you didn’t think I was there for you.

I’m sorry you didn’t listen.

I wish I could see you.

I need you.

She wants to say all these things- and yet, she wants to say none of them. She just wants to hear his voice- wants to know he’s Okay.

She sighs, dropping her phone on the desk once more. She reaches for the mug on her desk and takes a sip of the tea that’s long gone cold. It’s been two days since she walked out, letting her emotions guide her words. She knows he’s Okay- Tyler won’t admit that he’s been in touch with him, but she’s knows.

She wants to call him, even Skype- but she doesn’t think he’ll even answer her.

She sighs, getting up and heading into the kitchen to refill her mug. It’s early- too early for anyone else to be awake. But she doesn’t mind- it just means she has time to think.

Eventually, they both pick up their phones once more.

They both hit the call button, and wait for the answer.

They both relax when they hear the voice at the other end of the phone.

“Mom?”

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[R #04] (@kittenmusicals) My favorite line was, “She can’t stay there. It’s too dark, too dangerous...” because it can apply to a lot of things. The ending was optimistic, but I actually liked the beginning more because as a writer, I could really relate to the MC’s writer’s block 😆

(Waiting for H.W.U. to come back, forever and always; 19/04/17.)

Pieces.

#Choicescreates Round 5

Prompt: ‘Mirror’

Book: The Freshman

Rating: T

Pairing: None

[A little note: For awhile I thought about doing a poem; but I couldn’t get the right words in time for the deadline. So I emptied my thoughts and started writing instead. So here’s the finish product.]

[Summary: With the end of the semester nearly in sight, MC struggles to come to terms with herself. To find her voice and finish The Freshman before the end of spring.]

The pen leaves her hand and hits the notepad. She hopes the longer she stares at the blank page, in all its symmetrical glory something will happen. Some spark will set off, and the words will come to her – the way they often do after a long day.

They don’t. They’re stuck.

She can feel the wheels turning in her head. Her frustration grows and she leans back in her seat to rub her temples. She’s waiting for something, anything. She’s waiting but nothing happens. The words are still missing.

Her feet tap impatiently against the floor, and the silence inside the room is no longer deafening. They ease the quiet tension in her shoulders, but just barely.

The tapping doesn’t comfort her. They don’t provide relief. Instead, they make her more aware of the deadline hanging above her head. The deadline presents a problem. The inescapable and clinging reality that’s slowly suffocating her.

The panic rises inside her chest. Like a ribbon twisting itself around her ankles and dragging her down – it keeps her from reaching afloat, from reaching the surface. Her heart hammers inside her chest, before she forces the panic to subside. She can’t stay there. It’s too dark, too dangerous– she refuses to.

Her eyes dart back to the empty notepad and she picks up her pen.

She hesitates.

The words flicker like a flame inside her head, but they don’t spiral out of control. They stay there, barely a semblance of anything important. She doesn’t think anyone cares about her words, her story.

Her fingers edge closer, and they shake when she tries to write. To find words.

She hesitates.

Then she hears it. His voice. Her professor’s commanding tone, it’s so clear that she nearly drops it. Her hands stop shaking as she listens. His words are comforting, they tell her to embrace it. To embrace all the uncertainty, the pain, the longing, the anger, the resentment, the joy, the love. He tells her to embrace all of it. Even the feelings of lost, of wandering on her own with no real destination. She embraces it even if the answers aren’t what she thinks she’s looking for.

She hears and she listens.

She hears her mother’s adamant tone to never give up. The insistency to keep going even when it feels pointless. It isn’t the only voice either, it mingles with a lower octave until she can hear her fathers’. She hears the sincerity, of how much they love her. How much they’ve sacrificed for her to be here, to have the opportunity to do just this. Sitting by her desk with a pen in hand. She hears their encouragement so clearly that she can almost picture them. Their words comfort for her, their smiles take some of the worry away.

She hears and she listens.

Her suitemates laughter fills her mind. Their hushed tones and gentle whispers reminds her of the good and the bad. They bring her back.

The moments when they’re all huddled together on the roof, sharing beers and exchanging secrets. The excitement that one only has when they’re surrounded by their friends, dancing the night away at the boat dance last year. Throwing caution to the wind and the elation that followed after hitting the ocean’s surface – leaving all their troubles behind long enough to enjoy being young, being free. Letting out all her frustration with their wavering friendships in the form of moshpits, shoving each other playfully and letting her aggression take control. The constant shopping sprees and putting on her best for a play that had the chance to mean something. She remembers the bad moments too. The harsh exchange of words, yelling at each other because of the unforgettable concert, hurting each other deeply and flinching away when it became all too much. The feeling of being pushed aside by everyone and yet wanting to stay because of how much they all meant.

She hears and she listens.

She listens to all the pieces, trying to see the entire picture. Trying to mend all the bits – even the broken parts of it. She pushes all the pieces together, mending the unpolished mirror she had once been at the beginning of the year.

This time, as she picks up her pen and smiles to herself the words come to her. They don’t stop until it’s finished. The perfect mirror; a window to her soul.

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[R #03] (@choices-addict) I think that this is the first fanfic I’ve read where the MC from Endless Summer has a vain parent, so thanks for letting me read something new! 😊 I can personally relate to this because make-up is a mystery to me 😆

(Waiting for H.W.U. to come back, forever and always; 19/04/17.)

Mirror Mirror (Endless Summer)

Title - Mirror Mirror

Choices Creates - Round V

Prompt - Mirror

Pairing - Jake x F!MC (slight)

Ratings - G

Word Count - 284

Book - Endless Summer

Note - So I don’t write very much because I honestly stink at it but I really liked the prompt this week so I figured I would try. Hopefully you guys don’t hate it. 

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[R #02] (@punexpectedly​) Poor Chris! 😔 I felt really bad for him as I read this! I’m normally on the MC’s side when it comes to conflict or disagreements in The Freshman, but reading this really made me sympathize with Chris and hope that things turn out alright between him and the MC 😊

(Waiting for H.W.U. to come back, forever and always; 19/04/17.)

In Pieces

SUMMARY: Chris looks back at what he could’ve done to save their crumbling relationship, hoping that he’ll be able to piece it back together while he still can.

UNIVERSE: The Freshman

PAIRING: Chris Powell X MC

WORD COUNT: 630+ Words

AUTHOR’S NOTE: For this week’s #ChoicesCreates by @hollyashton which is hosted by @cartoonfanforlife. This round’s prompt was mirror—a word that immediately made me think of Justin Timberlake’s “Mirrors”. And seeing how I missed my favorite football player, I decided to have a shot at writing this. Occurs during the latest chapter of The Freshman (Karma Chameleon), right before their talk on the rooftop. (Rating: G, little to no language)

Chris opened his eyes to be met by the sunlight that slipped past his open curtains. He let his hand move to the space beside him in hope of feeling her presence, but the cold feel of the blanket reminded him of the current status of their relationship. He sighed and rubbed his eyes.

That’s what he had intended to do last night—call her. But he had forgotten. Again. God, she could’ve been halfway around the world right now and he wouldn’t even be aware of it. He felt terrible.

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[R #01] (@annyvil) This fanfic is interesting because instead of being merely told in narration that James is conflicted, his confused state of mind is portrayed very well in what he actually says in the letter 😊 I just hope he didn't actually send this letter, because I don't know how the MC would have felt about being called an “opportunity!” 😆

(Waiting for H.W.U. to come back, forever and always; 19/04/17.)

In a Labyrinth

Summary: James struggles to omit sloppily the words to say to a letter for MC ironically as a writer. He let her go and wasn’t able to at least stop her from leaving. He wanted to say something to her, reach out to her by writing a short letter depicting his bewildered self in a state of labyrinth.

Note: I take the side of James and his frustrations on what happened between him and MC for this Choices Creates Round Five with the prompt “mirror” @hollyashton and @cartoonfanforlife. To be honest, I kinda just vented out what I really feel for finals XD (graduating college student pressure). I tried to portray of what I think was his pov, him owning up to his mistakes, actually blames nothing but himself on this letter. His sentimentality is being more fed up of his isolation and longingness for MC. As I write this it got inspired by the music “Breathe” by Lauv I think was the entire mood of this, all too depressing, sorry to add up even more to the weight of drama by TF!

Disclaimer: Photo above is not mine I just got it from Thought Catalogue as I imagine James in his room, sheets still messed up by him and mc.

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Dear MC,

I wasted another opportunity.

You.

Even though I know how much you mean well, all the concerns you have for me but I got to keep my head straight first.

I let you go. I didn’t even stopped the only woman I love to leave and feel sorry for herself.

Why?

I feel lost. Bewildered. Perplexed.

In a labyrinth I impose on myself.

I am but naive to see things as they now unfold. All the pressure turning into stress trying to defeat me. I needed you more than ever MC but I can’t blame you to left me.

Besides writing, you’re my all and more but I need room to breathe.

I needed to reflect and see past myself onto a mirror I can’t even decipher. The unraveling truth I still can’t accept. I was once aware to see all these possibilities but I let it turn into reality. I thought I don’t lack foresight; unable to act upon it is the imbecility.

Deadlines. Regret. Guilt. Pressure.

These are all piling up yet still I find myself succumbing to inaction. I find no ways to keep my head straight of all of these. Pessimism is also piling up in addition has become a burden.

Listen, MC,

I know all I have caused you because of my shortcomings. A hundred things in a list of what I’ve brought you to this day to say the least I’ve neglected you all this time.

I’ve neglected to act upon things to prevent them. Without you by my side your nonexistence thought me the hard way there are will be things that would cease to subsist if I continue idling.

To face all of this even if it meant to be alone, towards independence.

To continue beating myself up leads to nowhere.

To carry and make it through all this load as a way to grow.

To finally lead and act upon my life as I embrace my individuality.

I guess, you’re the mirror after all.

  Sincerely,

James Ashton

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Introductory post!

17/04/17 [#01]

Hello, everybody! 😋 This is @firefly-hwufanficwriter 😊

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