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slytherinshua · 10 months ago

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MY HEART RETURNS

summary. your love is pursuing his dreams as a violinmaker in italy, leaving you to wait for his return. genre. slight angst. fluff. based on whisper of the heart. warnings. some crying. reader feels lost and alone and like she's not good enough :( not proofread. pairing. zhanghao x fem!reader. wc. 1.3k. request. no. a/n. tiánxīn = sweetheart btw. ofc hao is already perfect for the role of seiji cause he plays violin (also he looks like seiji fight me). for all the other writers out there (even tho i don't ever plan to get properly published) we all relate to shizuku so much :') her struggles are so relatable and i just love whisper of the heart so much i think its such a beautiful and underrated ghibli movie. divider by @/aquazero.

The night air nipped at your cheeks as thoughts swirled in your head. Hundreds of worries, feelings, and uncertainties followed you wherever you went, and all you could wish was to be back in high school when everything felt a bit easier. Back with Hao to occupy all your thoughts and in turn take your mind off of everything.

Sometimes you wondered if waiting was really worth it. You were doing your best to pursue your dreams, do well in your final year of university, and throw yourself and your work at different publishers, hoping that one liked you enough to give you a chance. But you felt like a constant failure in comparison to your boyfriend. You’d always thought opportunities were more beneficial than school. Hao only seemed to prove that to you.

He was working in Italy, getting valuable skills from the masters. You were still stuck in your hometown, going to the same university everyone else in your family had gone to, trapped in the same system. You wanted to get out, prove yourself, do something meaningful with your life. But did you even have the talent to? Were you even worth it?

On nights where your thoughts just wouldn’t leave you alone, you grabbed a handful of Hao’s letters and walked up the hill back to the spot where you used to watch the sunrise with him. You missed him more than anything. Without his presence, you felt lost. There was no one to ground you, no one to reassure you, no one to believe in your flimsy dreams.

You hadn’t received a new letter in a while, and you were starting to wonder if it was a post issue, or if Hao was too busy to write. You hoped you would get one soon. It was the start of Winter already, and a breeze blew past you, causing a chill to run up your spine. You hugged Hao’s old jacket closer on your body. It must be even colder in Italy…

You slid one of the old letters out from its envelope. You were always careful to keep everything intact. From the colourful wax seals to the elegantly written address, to the coarse texture of the fancy paper, everything about it was precious to you. Hao was always meticulous, and his presence could be felt from every detail of the card.

Tiánxīn, how are things back at home? Lonely.

How is your writing? Did you finish the last 3 chapters you were struggling to write? I finished the final draft last Saturday. Are you proud of me?

I’m doing well here, although I never stop missing you. At least one feeling is mutual.

It’s the beginning of Spring as I write this, and the flowers are starting to bloom. Every pink bud reminds me of you. How are you always so romantic, Zhang Hao?

I taught some kids how to hold a violin properly the other day— one of them almost dropped it. I swear my life flashed before my eyes. If they had broken it, I could’ve gotten kicked out. They don’t know that they’re handling a piece of wood worth thousands of dollars. As much as it scared me in the moment, spending time with the kids cheered me up. Childhood innocence is an endearing thing, don’t you think? It is. Is it bad that I wished you had gotten kicked out just so I could see you sooner? I want you to tell me everything about Italy with your own voice.

I’m starting to find beauty in things that used to annoy me. It’s a strange feeling, but I think I could get used to it. The flowers used to only make me sneeze, but now they’re a gentle reminder of who I’m living every day for. Children used to get on my nerves, but now I can only think of your baby pictures. I keep working hard every day hoping that I’ll get a break to come visit soon. I’ve been saving up for tickets. Hopefully before Winter, I’ll be back in your arms. It’s Winter now… I miss your arms around me.

Ever yours,

Hao

You could only sigh and blink back the tears that had formed on your waterline. Why did he make you miss him so much? You sniffed, from the emotions and from the cold. It was getting even later in the night, and while you didn’t want to leave your special spot, you also needed sleep.

When you got back to your cheap apartment, you sprayed some of Hao’s perfume on your pillow and changed into pyjamas. It was funny how much time went into hunting for the exact fragrance he wore; but you had been thankful for it every single day since you bought it. Any way you could to bring traces of him back to your home was worth it. You fell asleep hugging the pillow tightly and hoping that he would grace you in your dreams.

A soft puff of air hit your nose making you scrunch it up. It woke you out of your slumber, but not enough to open your eyes yet. You were in a confused bleary state trying to figure out where it came from. You definitely didn’t leave the fan on in the middle of Winter, so why…?

“Tiánxīn, wake up.”

You blinked your eyes open slowly, furrowing your eyebrows as the view came into focus. Light from the morning sun shone through the window, cascading down until it hit the side of a face. Hao’s face.

“Am I still dreaming?” You whispered. A lump formed in your throat at the thought that you were— you must be. How could he be right in front of you? He was still far away in Italy.

He shook his head, a smile splayed on his lips. He moved closer, his weight dipping down on the bed. You could only stare, memorising everything about him. His eyelashes fluttered as his gaze dropped to your hand and he reached to hold it. His hands were warm and the skin of his palm was soft, although his fingertips were roughened by calluses after years of playing strings. He cupped your cheek with his other hand, brushing his thumb against your skin.

“I missed you. I’m sorry it took so long for me to come visit.” He frowned slightly as he saw tears start to build in your eyes. You squeezed his hand, as if still deciphering whether he was actually real. It had truly been years since he had first gone for his apprenticeship and then got accepted full time to make violins and teach. Although you had communicated through letters, it could never compare to being with him like this.

“It’s okay.” You tried to steady your voice, force the lump in your throat down, blink back the tears. But you couldn’t with him right there.

“Don’t cry.” He wiped your tears carefully, his touch soft as always.

“Kiss me. Please?”

And he obliged. He would always do anything within his power to see you happy. If you told him one day to fly to the moon and bring you back a piece of it, he was sure he would find a way, just to see you smile. The feeling of kissing him again was indescribable. You’d forgotten how it felt to be kissed by his soft lips, how they melded with yours like a dream. As if you two were meant to be.

You knew you always were. Your love story, although it sometimes felt tragic, was like something out of a fairytale. You would never forget the lengths Hao went just to get your attention. How ambitious, determined, and caring he was. He was your constant motivation to keep striving to be better.

It was hard to live for your dream while being so far apart from him. Part of you knew that he would have to go back. Maybe in a month, maybe in only a week. Maybe sooner than that. Your heart would break once again saying goodbye to him.

But, for now, as he kissed you in the morning sunlight on your bed, you felt your heart healing from his touch. The long years away from him were a small price to pay for moments as precious as these.

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nanaminsmoon · 2 years ago

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5 minutes ~ e.jaegar x goodgirl!reader. mdni. 18+

a/n: i hate the ending for this one, but if i didn't post it now then it'd be in my drafts for years so she had to go lol.

wc: 2976 + not proofread properly.

the saying ‘opposites attract’ was coined for you and eren, with him being the night to your day. he represented the dark cesspools of society that your parents had raised you to stay very weary of. in fact, if there was a textbook definition for the type of boy you’d been warned to stay far, far away from, beside it would be a collage of eren’s mugshots. but first meetings with no knowledge of each other’s histories was the intersection of the paths you’d always considered to be parallel; perhaps walking beside each other, but never converging. and their merging would be caused by the fateful day you crossed the authoritarian line your parents had drawn very boldly since you were very young.

the magnetic field surrounding the young man had been unbeknownst to you, but he was the south to your north pole, reeling you in all night until you inevitably met in the midst of the crowd of moving bodies. you’d been second-guessing your decision to agree to attend ymir’s party with your friends, but any dubious thought in your mind dispersed the second your eyes met eren’s lidded ones. even with the dimmed lighting, you could sense them scanning you—leaving blazing traces of want in their wake. you’d hoped the embarrassment boiling inside of you wasn’t obvious, but it had set your body alight—its heat emanating off your figure to waft into eren’s smug face.

if ‘trouble’ had a look, and smell, it would be eren. it’d have his face—inviting yet seemingly cunning, and unreadable in its arrangement of his perfect features. it’d possess his ability to send a militia of chills up your spine the same way too—unsettlement marching up your spine at the potent smell of cigarette smoke, cologne, and whatever alcohol was in that red solo cup. magnetism brewed in eren’s chest, traversing through his bloodstream to reach the point of his fingertips that lightly traced the exposed skin on your arm. once it’d transfer to you, glances were no longer stolen, and neither were dances—both were given freely. and, alongside the pair, would go your moral compass, making you unrecognisable even to yourself as you moved with him—your ass pushing into his growing bulge. the heat transferring at the point where your bodies met would cancel out that of his burning gaze on you. that and his feverish hands grabbing onto your hips, catching everything you threw back on him. all the while, a cigarette would sit comfortably between his lips, grey smoke slipping past it to escape his mouth every time he groaned at the feeling of you brushing against him.

the newfound courage cloaked you, blurring your presence in the crowd of moving figures thus making it impossible for your friends to find you. sense regained, they stood at the door all ready to go home, but ‘home’ hadn’t been a thought in your mind since the smoke eren blew into your mouth, ascended into your brain to cloud your sense of better judgment. there would be a moment where your eyes would dart to them as they beckoned for you to join them, but eren would catch on quickly. and his fingers, hugging his cigarette between them, would wrap themselves around your chin as they turned you to face him,

“gimme 5 more minutes”, his cheek would be against yours as he spoke into your ear, and you’d nod like a fool as he smiled at you and took your hand in his, leading you upstairs.

and five minutes is all it’d take for the barrier holding back your tears to collapse unceremoniously, making way for the stream to coat the pillow cases of ymir’s parents’ bed. the combination of your wanton desperation, pleasure, and makeup would stain the material pressed up against your face—adhering it to your moist skin in a way that made your conscience pulsate with guilt. but the once clear-cut lines on your morality would fade with every collision of eren’s skin against yours. the moments leading up to this position had gotten you used to the way eren’s fingertips dug into your hips and, though similar to that of when you were dancing together, this time he could clearly see the way your flesh recoiled when your skin met his. finally, he could clearly hear the small, squeals leaving your mouth as his dick bullied its way in and out of you, leaving you a fucked out, dishevelled shell of yourself. and that shell that would soon be filled to the point of leakage when your walls tightening around him, unexpectedly stole eren’s release from him. and, somehow, five minutes would turn into two hours, until you were both dragged back into reality by heavy knocks on the door.

call it naivety, or wishful thinking that your actions would never catch up to you, but you had expected to never see eren ever again after that night. but the following months would be spent interweaved in each other. labels weren’t yet decided, so they changed depending on the day; on random evenings, you were eren’s alibi—voice shaking as you lied for him, assuring his parole officer that you’d been watching movies together when, in reality, you hadn’t even known where he was. and, on saturdays, your lap served as his most comfortable pillow as the incomprehensible words you read from your favourite book fell onto his face from above him.

but skipped classes, and unexplainable disappearances meant you soon found yourself under heavy surveillance. from being driven to and from uni, to not being allowed to meet friends, and being basically trapped in your home. the joy shared between eren and yourself had been for you two only. seemingly, the portions hadn’t been distributed evenly meaning that your friends and family sat with plates full of disdain and worry, prepared for a boy they didn’t even know. all they saw of eren was his effect on you; increased callousness, tanking grades, and constant escapades that rendered you a ghost floating in and out of their lives. and soon there’d be a fury-fuelled war waged between two sides; one side that hated eren for ruining you, and the other that hated your family for taking you from his grasp just as he was about to pull you from heaven into his unprincipled clutches.

unfortunately for your friends and family, armageddon couldn’t stop eren from trying to reach you. no matter how many times you denied him, he’d try his luck at getting to you through any means necessary; he’d call you, text at stupid hours of the night asking you sneak out, this boy even disguised himself as a delivery driver just to see you. but every single advance was (very reluctantly!) declined; calls rejected, texts ignored, and, after gathering yourself, you’d tell him that you hadn’t ordered anything and he had the wrong house. bottom lip in between your teeth, to combat the tears hanging over your waterline, you’d closed the door, taken a deep breath, before making your way upstairs to text him an essay of an apology.

that day, you forbode eren from coming to you but, as anyone who knew eren would tell you, he’d never been good at following instructions. so you’d be doing your uni work, when you’d hear loud ass music playing outside. expecting more self-control from eren, there wouldn’t even be a second where you thought it’d be him. even when incessant honking began, you’d ignore it and continue trying to replenish your plummeting gpa. and you’d succeed at keeping focused. until you heard a small knock on your door.

“y/n, you know that guy?”, your brother asked you.

“what guy?”, a finger pointing to the window would be your brother’s answer. and your limbs would freeze at the sight of the black hellcat outside, but they’d be quick in moving you once you saw eren’s car door start to open. by the time you opened your front door, eren was walking up your driveway and his determined gaze would soften once it landed on you. that was before he saw the frustrated presentation of your features as you marched towards him, then he’d just chuckle at you. both hands flat on his back, you’d push eren back to his car as he laughed and questioned you. but he’d get no answers until you shoved him against the car—his back facing your house—and started lecturing him,

“why are you here?”, you’d chide through clenched teeth.

“what, i can’t come see you?”, he’d ask, leaning on his car and reaching for your hand. stress would have you moving your hands from his own, as you rolled your eyes at him.

“not at my family home, eren, no!”, you’d let out an exasperated sigh, “are you out of your damn mind?! coming here and making all this noise, just because you ‘want to see me’?”,

“i miss us, y/n”, he’d say, eyes flittering all over your face as they examined your vexed expression. at this point, the anger was just a shield protecting you from his words because you knew that as soon as they penetrated your skin to enter your heart, you’d fold like a damn lawn chair. and, opportunistic as he was, eren would take the time you spent processing his confession as a chance to get sit his fingertips, one-by-one, on your hips. too deep in thought, you’d have no time to react before he pulled you closer to him.

“not now, eren.”, you’d instruct, placing your hands on top of his.

“you ain’t miss me?”, he’d tilt his head.

pretending not to want eren did nothing but spur him on. mainly because he knew that there was a mutual longing keeping you two connected. as harsh as you tried to be, eren could feel your internal conflict in your movements—the sour irritation in your words was no match for the way your body instinctually yielded to his touch. it’d be still as eren’s arms enveloped you, his heart joyous at the feeling of your body weight slowly increasing—your every appendage relaxing onto him. naturally, he’d grow smug and pull back to slyly observe the way he knew you’d chase his lips, just like every other time he stopped kissing you, and he’d grin to himself.

“i did, but not here.”, you’d shake your head, “not like this”, you’d say. and, in a successful attempt to still your head, eren’s hands would cup your cheeks before he gently pressed his lips against yours. there’d be a split second where your body would try and move you away from him but, as soon as his tongue gently grazed your bottom lip, you’d neglect your surroundings—hands massaging the back of his neck, as you pulled him closer.

“why not?”, he’d ask, quietly. his fervid gaze possessed enough heat to turn you into a patch of liquid, very similar to the one in the front of your underwear. and, though composure wouldn’t come easy to you, you’d grapple for it anyways, moving from him and ignoring the smirk on his face as he watched you.

“you know why, now get off me before i scream and get the police called on your dumbass”, the feigned innocence would break and eren would outright laugh at your threat. enthralled eyes would watch the joy spread all over his face, the feeling contagious as you slowly felt the corners of your lips rise. that’d be before you realised where you were, and quickly moved your hand to cover his mouth to muffle the bellowing sound.

“i wouldn’t mind hearing you scream.”, he’d say after removing your hand from his face, “it’d make driving here worth it.”, he teased. and, once again, you’d be falling into his deep green eyes, beguiled by his intoxicating gaze. reminders of reality would only come when a quick flicker of your eyes to the building behind eren’s car revealed your front door opening. equally as curious as the young boy stood at the door, eren would turn but you’d quickly shoo your brother back inside, originally aiming to follow him.

“just gimme 5 minutes”, a low voice would ask, stopping you in your tracks. eren’s recklessness always seemed to rub off on you. perhaps remnants of it latched onto you when he held you close to himself, or maybe his lips spoke it to you as he kissed you. but, without fail, it’d rid you of everything you thought you knew about yourself. and it’d also have you following him into the backseat of his car.

though it was never expressed to you, you were just as much of a forbidden fruit for eren as he was for you. a chair occupied by thoughts of your chaste nature had anxiously sat in his heart, as the thought of his sodden fingerprints being the ones to pervert you spun around his mind. that was until eren placed your hands on the back of said chair, bending you over it and making his peace with sending you back to your parents with his depraved handprints, and debauched lip prints singed all over your body. forbidden as you may have been, eren couldn’t get enough of you. you were a banned berry that he couldn’t help but sink his teeth into, letting the taste of you reside in every corner of his mouth—your juices slipping out of the corners of his lips as you squirmed, and scratched at his leather seats. no more than a few minutes passed with you on eren’s lap, his lips busy marking your neck and chest—any regard for your parents’ reactions was absolved the moment your fingers intertwined at his nape to lightly tug at his hair. the only thought on his mind for weeks had been the taste of you, so he’d wasted no time in moving his lips from you and laying you flat on your back on his backseats. and your comprehension of any moment that followed that was wiped out by the tsunami of pleasure that flooded your conscious mind, as well as the white flash that accompanied it stealing your vision. the last thing you remembered was eren’s eyes—locked on yours—as his teeth plucked at your panties, pulling them down your thighs.

for most, self-reflection would be triggered by the fact that their partner’s friends and family hated them with a scorching passion, but not eren. he welcomed the scrutiny with open arms because, as toxic as it sounded, he had learned to love being a terrible influence. he luxuriated in being the guy your friends begged you to leave, those conversations always ending in teary arguments wherein you’d have to fight to justify your want for him. he loved knowing that even as every mouth around you told you to stay far away from him, his devious one always brought you right back. that, sweet as you were, you were addicted to the nasty way he fucked you; bent over in his car, or anywhere he could hide you from prying eyes. and the fact that, with every load he filled you with, droplets of his identity had been inserted into you with all of them being preserved perfectly, with not an ounce of alteration. whether that be his attitude, or his need to fuck the sanity out of you, you resembled eren more and more with every connection of his tip and your cervix. slowly, your vocabulary had matured to match his and you had started using words he’d never expect to hear from such a pretty, innocent-looking face,

“ffuck, i’ve missed this dick so much, eren”, you’d keened, ridding eren of any rational thought. his hips would hasten on their own at the sound of your lascivious wording, deepening every breath your lungs fought to take. and, as good as you felt, corrupting a good girl had never been something eren had wanted to do. usually, he liked his girls experienced, but you had a charm about you.

he liked the way your eyes glimmered at him as he spoke to you, and the adorable way you remembered small details about him. after a while, he began enjoying the way he was disintegrating every single value your parents had instilled in you, as well as you just letting him. but no more than the way you moaned his name, and made lust-filled promises that disgraced the parents who had worked so hard to raise you,

“i’m all yours, ‘ren, i belong to nobody but you”, you’d cried out, and he’d gently kiss your cheek. the romantic work of his lips, was in direct opposition to the cruel way his dick hit that spongy spot inside you, coaxing your release from you and refusing to stop.

“i know, baby, you ain’t gotta tell me. i know. you’re all mine, and can’t nobody do shit about it.”, he'd reply. and he was right. because, as long as he made you feel the way he did, eren was untouchable. whether that be for 5 minutes, or for the rest of your life.

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mixiury · 9 months ago

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Character(s): Wanderer x GN Reader

Summary: Just him falling in love with you

A/N: Sorry for disappearing for two years, I actually forgot about this account XD. I had this on my drafts, so i thought of posting it while i cook something new. I also plan to come back to writing, so feel free to send me any requests :)

To live for centuries means to see people come and go, all of them different in small ways but overall the same when you see them in the big picture. As time goes by, everyone just becomes stains in the wall, amusing when they first appear, at least until the novelty turns boring and plain.

They are all going to be washed away by the time anyway. Why should he brother on finding out a meaning behind their existence if they never mean to stay?

That same mentality is one he has kept for many years, slowly losing interest in everyone who he crosses paths, only finding purpose in keeping around those who can be of use for him. But you? You are not useful at all. Actually, you are not even boring, like most of the other mortals he has met. No, you are straight annoying. Frustrating.

Frustrating your tone to speak; unable to hide his irritation every time he hears your voice, never afraid to say your thoughts aloud for others to listen and making it everyone's problem, echoing through the deepness of his mind as a haunting melody that he just can't seem to get rid of

Frustrating your sense of humor; the same one that makes him wonder if there is any braincells left inside that empty brain of yours, and the same one that causes so many pity laughs and smiles to those around you, wishing that he was the one hearing your jokes instead so he could tell you on the face how unfunny they are.

Frustrating your eyes; lighting up with enthusiasm everytime you talk about something you are passionate about. Blindly sharing that light and joy that only you are capable of creating with anyone interested, not even realizing how easily it can be extinguished if left within the reach of others.

Because it doesn't matter how many times he tries to come with a logical conclussion, Wanderer simply can't understand how someone so gullible and naive has survived until now; for everyone he knew who was fool enough to remain soft over the progression of time ended up murdered at the hands of the reality.

Everyone but you, apparently.

That's what he can't wrap his head around.

You, somehow, against all odds, have managed to stay true to yourself without letting others hands drown you and, at the same time, without falling into the cruelty of this world. Soft but steady. Sparkling but constant. Defying everything he knows and everything he believed to be an absolute truth, the puppet finds himself in an endless internal conflict over you.

You have took a shape and color in the wall of his life that he had yet to see.

It's stupid how complex humans can be. He could almost hear you laughing at him for not understanding somethingas basic as humanity. But you don't do it. You never do. And that makes it all more frustrating.

Unable to get the answers he search for, trying to guess your hand in this card game that you are not even aware you are playing. The different possibilities run through his mind as he attempts to figure out your next move, reading between the lines for any hints and hidden meanings.

Maybe it is all an act you are performing. Maybe there is more in the surface than he can see. Maybe you are hiding your true self behind a facede he has yet to uncover.

There has to be something. It must be.

However, all his conclusions quickly discarded the moment your hand lingers with his, just like a soft breeze in summer days, able of take away all his doubts with just one touch; strong enough to blew away each of the cards on the table, only for him to realize that there was never a winner in the first place, for it was never a competition but only a way to spend time with you.

And it's frustrating. It's frustrating how you can just tear down everything he took so many years to build; How all this time he spent analyzing your every move over and over was for nothing.

But somehow, now that he is in the other side of the conversation, listening to the same unfunny jokes he has heard before, instead of pointing out all their flaws as he once wished, everything on his mind is how he doesn't want you to ever stop speaking.

To think you are the only person able to shine like that. To make him feel like that.

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world-of-fantasies · 2 months ago

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"Hold Me Forever" : Chapter 1

Words: 3670 (I know it's long!)

Pairing: Finnick Odair x FemReader

Time: 75th Hunger Games (Catching Fire)

Warnings: weapons, kisses, basically any Hunger Games talk, you know.

Summary: You won the 68th Hunger Games at age 15. Now, seven years later, you are being thrown back in, this time with your boyfriend, Finnick Odair. How will you two balance your relationship with the trials of the Games?

Note: I've had this draft of Finnick x Reader for a while now, and as I get more confident in sharing my writing, I decided I would finally start posting it. I know this first chapter is quite long, but it's all the set up for the readers games, so if you want, stick with it! Eventually, I'll probably, hopefully continue to release the rest of the story, so bear with me! Hope you enjoy!

*Also, I don't own most of these characters! Some I created, but mostly they are from the good old Hunger Games series.

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Pre-Games: District 4

My hair softly blew in the wind, my lips tasted salty from the sea air, and soft sand sifted through my toes. I took a deep breath and smiled at the scene before my eyes softly closed, and my mind shifted to the Games.

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68th Games Flashback

My breath slightly caught in my throat as I looked over the sea of people before the stage. My name had just been chosen out of all the other females in District 4 to represent the District in the 68th Hunger Games. I was 15. Although I wanted to begin crying on the spot, I knew that the tributes from here were part of the Career group, and therefore, I needed to act strong and excited for this opportunity. Swallowing my sob, I flit my eyes up from the ground and put on a mischievous smile.

“Our District 4 tributes for this year’s 68th Hunger Games!” our escort, Mariana, cheerfully exclaimed, and as my District partner, also my best friend, Corey, and I held hands and raised them into the air, the crowd cheered loudly and with passion for us.

We smiled and dropped our hands before heading back to meet our family and friends. I stayed as strong as I could while saying goodbye to them, but as soon as they left, I let out a big breath, and a tear was wiped from my cheek. Eventually, we found ourselves on the train with our mentors, Finnick Odair and Mags Flanagan. They were to co-mentor us, as Mags didn’t talk, and it gave Finnick the chance to continue his new mentoring skills. It was impossible for me not to think him attractive, but as he was a couple of years older, all I could do was sneak glances occasionally.

Training had gone as expected, Corey and I learning alongside the other Careers, mastering the weapons scattered around the training center. Unlike the other Careers, though, we had been told by our mentors not to overlook the survival stations as they would come in handy more often than a weapon. Occasionally, a scoff was released from another in the group, but we ignored it and went on our way. As far as weapons, Corey ended very skilled with a sword and as usual a trident, though not quite at Finnick’s level, while I improved at all types of knives plus improving at a bow and spear.

The Career group that year was a good one for sure. District 1 had Sly (M) and Jewel (F), the former scoring a 10 in his assessment while Jewel scored an 8, much to her disappointment. District 2 consisted of Blaze (M) and Artemis (F), Blaze scoring a 10 as well and Artemis a 9. Then there was Corey and I who both scored respectable 9’s. Jewel was a bit of a drama queen and annoying, but there was always one like that.

When we rose into the arena, I was met with a welcome surprise. The Cornucopia was centered in the circle of tributes as per usual, but surrounding the podiums was a body of water, far enough across that we’d have to swim a bit and couldn’t just jump over. When the gong sounded, most ran towards the sculpture, some running away, and we Careers got to work. Being more sensible than most other Careers, I tried to stay away from killing as much as I could but had to stab someone when they came at me with their knife pointed at my head.

For the most part, we Careers went about the Games the same as every year. We traveled around hunting down the other tributes and defending our camp and each other when attacked. After a while, though, Corey and I worried that the rest of the group would begin to turn on us as District 4 seemed to be the odd ones out, and one night we snuck off on our own. It appeared our decision had been a good one, as the group had begun to fight each other just the next day, Jewel and Blaze the only ones left alive.

Corey and my plan had gone well until one day we were attacked by Bran, the male tribute from 9, and Ivy, the female from 7. It was a rough fight, as Ivy and I went back and forth in who had the advantage before, eventually I knocked Ivy’s axe out of her hand, kicked her to the ground, and pierced my spear through her stomach. Her cannon sounded, but I was met with a scream from behind me. Whipping my head around, I was met with Brian on top of Corey, a knife to my partner's throat, and without thinking, I ran at the boy.

Bam! I slammed myself into the other attacker, knocking him off Corey. He looked shocked momentarily before I yelled, “Get your trident!” while I grabbed my spear.

Corey quickly scrambled to his feet while Bran did the same, and once they were both up, Bran stood facing us, knife at the ready.

“I’m not leaving till at least one of you is dead,” he growled lunging a bit.

“Gonna be difficult if you’re the dead one,” Corey smirked.

Then the fighting resumed, us two against the one, and held our advantage for a bit. Suddenly, Bran brought his elbow up and knocked it into my head so hard that I felt dizzy and stumbled over. My vision blurred from the impact, and I couldn’t get up, but it was good enough to make out Bran sending his knife through Corey’s stomach, the latter gasping and crumpling to the ground.

“No!” I screamed and my anger brought me to my feet, my body lunging at Bran and sending my spear through his head, killing him instantly.

The next few moments consisted of me holding Corey in my arms and lap with him motivating me to keep pushing and trying to get home, for him, for our families, for our mentors, for the District, and myself. I nodded, tears falling down my face and before I knew it, another cannon sounded. I spent the rest of that night grieving, but the next day I held my head up high and continued to try. I would try and win.

After a few days had passed, I heard a cannon, and it immediately appeared in the sky. That meant there were only two left, and those two were me and Blaze. It felt like I had been punched in the stomach. Blaze was one of the best in the arena, and certainly better than I. I had to try, though.

“Attention to the remaining tributes! Congratulations! You are the final two!” Claudius Templesmith announced, his voice echoing throughout the arena. “Now, if you look down at your right forearm, you’ll notice a small blue light.”

I dropped my gaze to my right arm and, sure enough, a light glowed from inside the appendage.

“That is your tracker. If you don’t make it back to the Cornucopia in five minutes, it will self-destruct. I wish you all the luck in the world and may the odds be ever in your favor.”

A loud boom sounded, and I knew that the five minutes had started. My legs took off, running as fast as I possibly could. They burned, but I didn’t care, I’d rather that than a blown-up arm.

“Two minutes,” Claudius said.

I continued to run and eventually, I could see the large structure ahead of me. Suddenly, Claudius began to count down from 10. I panicked, and seeing the ring of water approaching, I pushed harder and dove into it. When I was back up on land, I ran a bit more to be safe as the countdown ended.

“Ahh!!”

It sounded like Blaze hadn’t made it in time and his tracker self-destructed, but he wasn’t dead as there was no cannon. Instead, he stumbled into the other end of the clearing and made it across the water, right forearm blown off and dripping blood while he limped towards me.

“So, down to you and me. The District 4 girl, to me, the best,” Blaze smirked at me. “Did you manage to kill Corey? How’d you buck up the courage to do that to your little boyfriend, huh?”

Anger boiled inside me. How dare he think I killed my best friend, and he wasn’t my boyfriend by any means.

“What’s wrong? You couldn’t handle seeing his bloodied body after you killed him? Hm?”

It all got too much, and I charged. He seemed surprised at first as this didn’t seem like me, but his taunting about Corey drew the line.

“Don’t you dare say anything about Corey! He was my best friend! I would’ve killed myself if I killed him and he’s the only reason I’m still here! I’m still fighting to avenge him!” I yelled as we fought.

Unfortunately, for the District 2 boy, he couldn’t fight as well with his stub of an arm but he still somehow managed to wrap it around my neck when I tried to punch him. He squeezed it and I felt the movement of air stop. I gasped and tried to take a deep breath but to no avail.

“This is the end, (y/n),” he growled, holding a knife dangerously close to my stomach.

“No,” I whispered.

“What?” he questioned.

“No, this is the end, for you,” I choked out, secretly grabbing a knife from my belt and stabbing him from behind.

“Why,” he gasped as he fell to the ground.

“I’m sorry, I really am,” I gasped kneeling next to him tears beginning to fall. “I did it for Corey. I’m sorry.”

“It’s the Hunger Games. Someone had to win, and that’s not me,” he whispered before a loud boom was heard.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” Claudius’ voice sounded. “I am pleased to present the victor of the 68th Hunger Games, (y/n) (y/l/n)!”

I let out a sigh of relief before my face dropped, realizing what I had done to achieve this title. The bloodied bodies of all the former tributes were then surrounding me. Blaze, Corey, Ivy, Bran, the boy I had killed in the beginning, and all we had killed in the Career group.

“You’re alive because we’re dead. You killed us,” they all chanted except for Corey.

“I should’ve lived a nice life back in 4, (y/n). Not you. But now I’m dead, all because of you,” Corey growled.

“No!” I screamed and sank to the ground, knees to my chest, sobbing.

I continued to sob not even realizing when the hovercraft lifted me and brought me back to the Capitol. Aboard the hovercraft, I was placed in a makeshift hospital room and was given some drugs that put me to sleep. When I woke up back in the Capitol hospital, Mags was sitting in my room and immediately came over to the bedside when she saw my eyes open, gesturing a nurse away from the room, probably to tell people I was awake.

“Mags,” I softly cried burying my head in her chest as she held me close and hugged me.

After a few moments, we heard the door open, and instead of a nurse standing there, it was Finnick looking a bit hurried and worried. When he saw that I was indeed awake, a look of relief crossed his face, and he came over to my bed, replacing Mags’s place, wrapping his muscular arms around me comfortably.

“Good job,” he whispered in my ear.

Before I could say anything about how I only won because everyone else had died he cut me off.

“I know it hurts. Everyone else dying just so you can live. Listen to me, though, the Capitol loved it. Completely ate it up. To keep yourself and those you love safe, you need to act strong. It’s going to be difficult, but please, you need to try.”

We pulled apart, and I looked into his sea-green eyes. They were completely serious and full of worry again. I nodded and wiped the tears from my face. In my Victor interview, I did exactly what Finnick had explained, putting on a brave, sassy, and happy face with a fake smile. I responded with jokes and the audience loved me before they cheered even louder while the crown was placed upon my head. As soon as I left the stage, I slammed backward into a wall and covered my ears as all the voices of the other tributes flooded my senses. Finnick showed up and hid me away from the view of any cameras or Capitol citizens, comforting me in a way no one had done before.

Eventually, I was forced to go on the victory tour, something I was very reluctant to do, but in the end, it wasn’t a negotiation. I was dressed up head to toe in expensive clothing, pushed onto a stage in every District with notecards to spew words about how grateful I was to the Capitol for my experiences after the Games and the rest of my life. I wanted to vomit hearing the words come out of my mouth.

By the very last one before the Capitol itself, I had crumpled to the floor as soon as the big doors closed behind me. Again, Finnick hid me away and comforted me. Unfortunately, he also told me some upsetting information about what would probably happen in the Capitol after the party. He told me all about how his body was sold to Capitol citizens to continue his work for the President. I couldn’t say anything and just threw myself into his arms both in sympathy for what he had gone through and in fear of it happening to me.

Just as we had predicted, at the end of the party, some of Snow’s guards had pulled me away from everyone else and placed me in a room with just the President himself. Not wanting anything to happen to my family I accepted with a forced smile and went on my way. I told Finnick that night resulting in another hug, this time in sympathy for me. Luckily for me, through the years, I was not put through nearly as much as some other tributes.

Over the next couple of years, Finnick and my relationship began to change. I slowly formed major feelings for him, his beach hair, green eyes, and charming smile. I loved it all. It was during the 71st Games, when Johanna won, that our relationship changed for the better. We had taken on the mentoring together that year, with him mostly helping the male out more while I helped the female. When both of them died very early, I lost it and blamed their deaths heavily on myself. As usual, he calmed me down, but in a very different way from the usual. As I bawled and went on and on about how it was all my fault, he took my face in his hands and pressed his lips on mine.

To say I was shocked was an understatement. I stopped breathing for a moment before my lips matched his rhythm, and I kissed back. We pulled apart and laughed a little at our previous action before he calmed me down in his usual way and explained how he had liked me the past few years, only now building up the courage to kiss me while I was spiraling. From then on, our relationship was one of the best, and he always made me happy.

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End of Flashback

My eyes fluttered open as I felt a pair of lips place down on the top of my head and a body sit down next to mine. I turned my head and was met with my boyfriend’s face.

“Hey,” he smiled.

“Hey,” I smiled back, and we pecked each other on the lips before pulling apart and I shifted so I was lying in his lap.

“Were you thinking about your Games again, Angel?” he asked playing with a piece of my hair, using my nickname, and always knowing what I was thinking.

“Unfortunately. I can’t help it with the Quell coming up,” I responded, tracing little circles on his knee.

“I know, I get it. I’ve been thinking about mine too. But it’s okay, we’re here right now. Together. No matter what happens, I’ll always be there for you.”

“Thanks, I’ll be there for you too,” I smiled softly.

For a while more, we sat there, in the presence of each other and completely in love. Eventually, we made our way back to our houses that stood directly across from each other.

“Do you want to stay over to watch the Quell announcement?” Finnick asked me as we stood between our two houses.

“I would love to, but I think I should be there with the family,” I smiled, pushing away some hair that had fallen across his eyes.

“Sounds good,” he smiled and kissed me on the forehead once before moving down to my lips.

We both smiled into the kiss and held onto the other’s hand as long as we could as we parted towards our respective abodes.

That night, my mother, older brother, and I gathered in the living room after dinner to watch President Snow announce what the 75th Hunger Games and the 3rd Quarter Quell would be this year, and what catch it would be. We all sat on our couch, the nerves felt through all of us. Suddenly, the screen flickered to life, and Snow was standing at a podium, microphone in front of his face.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the 75th year of the Hunger Games. It was written in the charter of the Games that every 25 years, there would be a Quarter Quell, to keep fresh for each new generation, the memory of those who died in the uprising against the Capitol. Each Quarter Quell is distinguished by Games of a special significance.

On the 25th anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that their children were dying because of their choice to initiate violence, every District was made to hold an election and vote on the tributes who would represent it. On the 50th anniversary, as a reminder that two rebels died for each Capitol citizen, every District was required to send twice as many tributes.

Now, on the 75th anniversary of our defeat of the rebellion, we celebrate the third Quarter Quell as a reminder that even the strongest cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, on this, the third Quarter Quell Games, the male and female tributes are to be reaped from the existing pool of victors in each District.”

My heart sank. The man continued to talk, but I couldn’t hear any of it. All I could hear was the thumping of blood in my ears, my mom wailed out, and my brother choked back a sob. The only female tributes in District 4 were me, Annie, and Mags. There was no way that I could let either of them go in. Annie was still so broken, though I probably was as well, more than I thought, and although she was a year older, she seemed like a small girl at the same time. She was my best friend. And Mags, absolutely not. She didn’t deserve to go back in, no one did, but especially her. She was like a grandmother to me. Thinking on the other side, Finnick was one of four male tributes still alive. I could only hope he wasn’t chosen or volunteered.

Oh, Finnick. I had to go to him. I quickly got up and mumbled out that I was sorry and had to go find Finnick to my mom and brother before running out of the house and closing the door. When I turned around, I saw Finnick doing the same across the way, and after we locked eyes, both filled with tears, we ran to each other. We met in the middle of Victor’s Village and wrapped our arms around each other, crying, and in absolute fear.

Eventually, we were able to pull apart from each other to look each other in the face.

“Finn, you know I can’t let Annie or Mags go in. You know I would never forgive myself,” I quickly said before he could stop it.

“(y/n)…” he started before I cut him off with a kiss.

When we pulled apart, he looked me in the eyes and realized how serious I was. If I wasn’t chosen, I would most certainly be volunteering for either the red-haired girl or my grandmother figure.

“I understand, I feel like I’m obliged to go in over the others too,” he explained.

“Finn, no, please no.”

“(y/n), I have to. Plus, if you go in, I don’t trust any of them to look after you,” he joked, trying to make the situation a bit lighter.

I took a deep breath, taking in the information before complying and said, “Okay. If that’s how it needs to be. You and me.”

“You and me,” he replied.

By the time I walked back to my house, I had accepted my fate just a bit, though I was still very scared and shocked. As soon as I stepped into the house and closed the door behind me, my mom and brother were walking towards me.

“Don’t you dare do it, (y/n),” my brother cried. “You can’t go in there.”

“Come on, Sean,” I begged. “I can’t let Annie or Mags go in there. If you were in my situation, I know you’d do the same thing.”

Instead of arguing more, he gave a very slight nod and hugged me. My mom joined the hug, teary-eyed, and we stood there for what seemed like forever. I probably wouldn’t get this ever again, or at least for a very long time. I would be going back into the games.

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#hunger games finnick #the hunger games #hunger games x reader #hunger games x you #finnick x you #finnick odair #finnick x reader #finnick fanfic #hunger games fanfiction

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kirinjaegeste · 2 months ago

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So I decided to publish some wips from my tobiizu time-travel fic. I still have so much editing to do and so many scenes I want to add that it's taking forever 😩. But I figured I could post some of the unedited versions of some of the scenes and see what yall think. Hopefully it's not too terribly wordy, even I got bored rereading it. It's still a rough draft but this is the first scene.

When Tobirama appeared in front of Izuna, looking him straight in the eyes for the first and last time, seeing the look of unadulterated shock, he knew he had won. This was it, the pivotal moment that would change the tides of this war in the Senju's favor. The final battle that would take out one of the Uchiha's most powerful warriors. He had his sword poised and ready, and no sense of hesitation in his breath.

Until they were hit with a blast so powerful it threw them the distance of twice the battlefield into the side of a cliff. Tobirama was quick enough to angle his back and focus his chakra to take the blunt force of the trauma as he crushed right into solid rock. Having an added affinity for Earth helped cushion the fall. His reaction time to cover his ears and face saved him from the worst of the aftershock, but the roaring of a giant beast was almost enough to burst his hearing.

However, the worst part was the suffocating Chakra of anger and death, filled with so much malice it was making it hard to breathe. And the vastness of it; consuming and endless, powerful and devastating. He could only stare in awe and fear as the dust settled and the sight of a giant fox appeared.

Tobirama looked at Izuna, remembering he was still there, with him. They had been thrown together from the blast, but he didn't look like he took the hit to the cliff as well as Tobirama. There was blood from his head, his chakra was suddenly erratic, and he looked like he was barely holding himself from stumbling forward. Tobirama could tell without needing to sense that the Uchiha probably had a concussion.

“Oh shit, I fucked up…”

Tobirama nearly jumped with shock as he turned to the boy standing between him and Izuna, the newcomer's attention only on the Kyuubi and the battlefield before them.

How had the boy just gotten there? He hadn't sensed him at all. Did he know the hiraishin too? That was impossible, how could he have learned something Tobirama literally invented yesterday?

“What, who are you?”

Tobirama was shocked again to hear that from Izuna, when the kid was clearly Uchiha. He even looked like a younger Madara, with crazy long hair that hadn't seen a brush his entire life. The kid turned to Izuna, and he could feel the shock of both of them the moment their eyes met.

“Shit!” The boy turned to him,(and while the closed right eye was suspicious, Tobirama knew there were more pressing matters at the moment) and the look of fear and regret was palpable enough he didn't need to sense it. “SHIT!” He backed away. “I swear, I didn't mean for this to happen!”

Tobirama had his sword to his neck in an instant. “Explain.”

“Don't hurt him!” Izuna swung for Tobirama’s sword, probably with the intention to parry it away from the kid. He only succeeded in nearly slicing the poor kid's nose off.

But the kid dodged, showing the obvious skills of a shinobi. Tobirama made note of that as he started strategizing.

“No! I come in peace!”

“I doubt that.” Said Tobirama, aiming his sword at him again.

They were interrupted by a booming roar again, and they all had to cover their ears to keep them from bursting. Izuna's focus left the kid, which was still wavering from dizziness, and went back to the battle. The fox was relentless in his onslaught of the Uchiha, till Madara blew fire in its face. Of course, this only angered it.

Then, because of course he would, Hashirama joined the fight to subdue the beast as he grabbed it with his Mokutan. Branches shot out from the ground and seized the fox’s legs and arms, and grappled with the many(nine?) tails tearing up the landscape around them. The beast didn't look happy about that, and opened its mouth wide as a ball of darkness started to form.

“No!!” Izuna’s cry was so raw it was heartbreaking. Tobirama instinctively grabbed for Izuna’s coat to stop him from running to battle, even if it would have been better for the Senju if the idiot got himself killed.

But the motion was pointless, as Madara jumped to the height of the blast with his gunbai and used a chakra charged wind jutsu to smack the ball away.

Only to aim it straight for them.

Tobirama didn't have time to react with such a large attack headed straight for them. Where would he go, anyway? His hiraishin was still new and the range was limited. So all he could do was watch his world fill with darkness as the blast flew towards them.

The last thing he felt before everything went black was a tug and the feeling of being sucked into a hole the size of a needle.

#naruto #senju tobirama #tobiizu #uchiha izuna #izuna uchiha #tobirama senju #izutobi #my wip #soot #only i know what that means right now #its a working title #the abbreviated version #i hated rereading it #but the dialogue is funny so i kept it

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bambambibambambi · 3 months ago

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Not your usual nerd☆/part 2(first half)

Paring: Nerd Tim x movie brat reader

Part 1

A/n: hello cuties! This part two of the not your usual nerd, which was requested! (　＾▽＾)...I think it was? Also in this au he never had a relationship so ye..

TW: cussing

"W-what?! You fucking Perv!" You jumped back removing yourself from him and held your arms on your chest glaring at him with pure disgust. "How am I a perv when you jumped on me?" Tim scoffed a reply covering his eyes and mumbling things under his breath, his ears slightly red still as he tried to get the sight out of his head.

"I-" you stuttered trying to find something to use against him, but gave up. You just scoffed and sat back in your seat while he kept his eyes covered mumbling prayers like what he saw was so disgusting he became religious. It offended you causing you to throw a pen at his head. The pen bounced off his head, shocking he didn't even realize it until he noticed it on the floor next to him. After once again bickering Tim tried to end it by ignoring you, but you didn't stop you wanted him to suffer after his reaction to your assets. Although you ended up sleeping since it started to get boring.

A while later♡

You woke up feeling a tap on your head repeatedly getting more aggressive each time as you looked up and slapped the hand away. Tim stood there with a blank expression he definitely wanted to leave you here to rot, but that wouldn't ever happen sadly. "Wake up." Tim demanded still not trying to show even a hint of care, which knowing their current relationship wouldn't be shocking if it was true.

"Stop fucking touching me weirdo.." you mutter as your eyes got used to the room, it was dark for some reason. You felt your legs were numb and were uncomfortable to even move a bit.

"Ugh, what time even is it?" You huffed and slowly rose trying to ignore the painfully uncomfortable feeling in your legs and made sure your makeup was perfect in your portable mirror you always keep with you.

"2 am" Tim said calmly as if it wasn't something shocking. You looked at him jaw dropped in shock and horror "WHAT?!"You shouted your voice made it clear you you were in despair.

"I think you blew my eardrums.." Tim complained rubbing his ear. Meanwhile, you quickly looked around the classroom it was dark and only the moonlight from the window was the only source of light.

"You damn bitch. WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP BEFORE?!" You screamed and started violently shaking him. Tim was annoying little shit to you but how could he just not let this happen? "God quit it."

A/n: this is one of the few unfinished works since I got tired and pretty stressed out but since I have it in my drafts I just thought I should post it! I feel a bit down lately so I apologize for the late post and well yk..

#tim drake #tim drake x reader #batfam #bratty reader #enemies to friends to lovers #enemies to lovers #unfinished #unfortunately #tw cussing #tim drake x you #tim drake x fem!reader

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curseduni · 2 years ago

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Outside - Drabble

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Reader

Warnings: Smoking, Language, Smut/Lime (if any), Shitty writing

Word Count: 289 (I think?)

Summary: Jenna wants to smoke after she and R finished. R doesn't wanna get the room all smelly

A/N: This was written after the first couple of days after the clip of Jenna smoking blew up. Uh, this has been in my drafts for a while, I didn't know how I missed to post this. Take this while I work on Gone II. I hope you guys like it, As always, no beta. We die like true writers.

You breathe heavily as you ride out the high of your post-orgasmic bliss. Jenna was beside you, curling up to your side trying to calm her rapid breaths and heart. After a few minutes of silence, sans the heavy breathing, you both calmed down enough to cuddle. Just as you were about to reach out to her and pull her in, you heard the telltale sound of Jenna’s cigarette pack which made you cringe on the inside.

Jenna took a cigarette out and moved around. Not getting up, to try and find her lighter. Several minutes of this finally made you speak up.

“Do you have to?” You asked, apprehensively.

A beat of silence passed before she finally answered. “I don’t… m’sorry.” She put the cig back in the pack and threw it at your bedside table.

She rolled over to get closer to you as one of her arms went over your stomach and her legs intertwined with yours.

You didn’t know how much time passed as you both just held each other in an embrace you never wanted to leave. A rustle, then another, her legs were now moving now and again, her fingers now played with her rings. You roll your eyes at her before blindly grabbing the pack from your nightstand knocking over a bottle of water in the process.

You threw the pack at her, hitting her on the face. “Do it outside, don’t get everything so smelly,” you say, repressing a laugh

She hits you on the shoulder before she wordlessly stood up and put her clothes on. She gave you a kiss on the forehead as she leaned over to grab the pack before heading outside, leaving you alone in the room...

#fanfiction #fanfic #jenna ortega #smut #jenna ortega smut #jenna ortega x reader #jenna x y/n #jenna x reader #jenna ortega x you #smoking

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queenofbaws · 7 months ago

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"i missed hearing your voice.." Jossam post game? I hope things are going alright

He told himself that he wasn't worried, that he'd pulled off crazier stunts than this without breaking a sweat. The ball was in his court, after all, and even if he didn't have the home team advantage as he parked his car and stepped out onto her driveway (salt crunching under his feet like grit from the mines), other advantages abounded: he looked pathetic, for one, bruised like an overripe summer peach; he'd had time to run his lines, for another, drafting before refining, refining before editing, editing before finalizing, finalizing before practicing, practicing, practicing.

Even now, as he carefully climbed the steps to her front door, setting a little more weight than usual against the side rail (he'd landed strangely when he'd fallen into the vent shaft, and all the kings horses and all the kings men hadn't quite been able to figure out how or why he'd managed to fuck that muscle group up in such a particular fashion), he worked through the script in his head:

Hi there, long time no see! I was in the neighborhood, thought I'd check in...I think maybe you forgot to pay your phone bill this month - the damn thing just rings and rings when I call, no answer, no voicemail, nothing. Hey, look, don't sweat it, I don't even care that you kinda-sorta blew the lodge to smithereens, that's what we've got insurance for, know what I mean? What's a little property damage between friends? Oh, quick question while I have you: You don't, ha ha ha, hee hee hee, hoo hoo hoo, I don't know, hate me, do you?

But before he could so much as knock, Sam opened the door and his oh-so-brilliant plan crumbled into so much dust.

She had that effect on him. Always had.

Why hadn't he planned for that?

There was a beat where they simply stood like that, opposite one another in a hundred separate ways, her arms folded despite being on the warmer side of the threshold, his open wide despite the cold, both of them posturing, posturing, posturing as if they could fix the problem through body language alone.

Josh wet his lips. Forgot his lines. "Hi." There. Hi there. That was what he'd practiced, that was what he'd written, that was part of the plan that would endear him to her again. It wouldn't come out, though, couldn't squeeze its way through the pinhole of his throat, not now that she was actually looking at him, not now that they were close enough for him to smell her fabric softener and see the butterfly bandage holding that cut over her eyebrow together.

He tried again, took it from the top as Dad would say...and failed just as spectacularly. "I, uh, hi."

Sam's entire body seemed to move with her breath, drawing up on the inhale, folding over on the exhale. She was tired, he saw, she was so, so tired - and all because of him. "What do you want, Josh?" she asked, the question smooth and unhalting, improvised but earnest.

He hadn't considered that. Hadn't planned on a question. He hadn't practiced any answers, hadn't drafted a line of banter that would come across as suitably apologetic while still being rakish and playful, and -

And...

And.

And, God help him, it all just came out.

"I wanted to see you," he said, the rush of blood in his ears deafening him to his own voice, filling his head with panicked radio static. "I know I'm the last person you want to see, but...you weren't answering your phone, you weren't answering your messenger, you weren't answering your email - holy shit, Sammy, I almost picked up a pencil to write you an actual hand-to-God letter, but I was worried you'd throw it in the shredder as soon as you saw my name, and there'd go my seventy-three cents of postage. In this economy, I - "

Her eyebrows went up. His stomach sank into his feet.

He tried again.

"Look, I...I know you don't want to talk to me. If I were you, I wouldn't want to talk to me either, but...but you don't have to talk. You don't have to say a word to me if you don't want, you can close the door in my face right here, right now, and I'll get it, I really will, but I just..." His throat was a desert. He swallowed hard, found his words cracking anyway. "I miss hearing your voice. I miss seeing you. I...I miss everything about you, and I know the only person to blame for that shit is me, but I don't know how to fix it, so..." Out went his arms again, a pathetic mimicry of himself, a gesture as hollow as it was familiar. "I'm open to suggestions."

Sam took another breath, her shoulders rising then falling, her gaze never flinching, and something in the shape of her mouth, the jut of her hip, convinced him that he'd been right, that she was only a second away from slamming the door in his face, turning the latch so hard he'd be able to hear it click. After what he'd put her through - after what he'd put them all through - it was what he deserved, what he had coming, what he'd brought down on himself, what he'd -

"You should probably start by coming in, then," she sighed, finally dropping her eyes from his as she held the door open, making space for him to step inside. "My list's a little too long to go through with the wind blowing like that - trust me, I've timed it."

"I bet you have, Sammy," he said as he took that first step onto the mat, his eyes prickling from the warmth of her house and something else, something he wasn't quite willing to let himself believe yet. "And I'm all ears."

#riverrunscold #six sentence weekend #until dawn #jossam #queenie writes supermassive #<3333333 daw thanks so much - i'm hangin in there!#i hope you're having a lovely weekend so far :)

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aquamarina369 · 9 months ago

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So fun fact I actually wrote the first genuine Jeckole fic

Here’s the better version I posted later after the series actually got a fanbase on AO3

There were 2 published fics that existed before mine, both on FFN, and one jokingly shipped them for a reveal it was just Jeffrey writing real people fic, so like, mine was the first actual one

This was like 2 months before the game blew up on TikTok and when it was just starting to gain steam from vtubers playing it and I submitted it to a fanfiction contest the official discord was hosting (hence why it’s on FFN it was part of the contest rules which, Jesus Christ that site’s a mess now).

More specifically it was a contest SBN3 was hosting and was the sole judge of

The guy we know now is salty his edgy visual novel, that he only made a visual novel because he saw it as the way to get the most money with what he had at the time (there’s interviews where he says this, multiple in fact), got popular with yuri fangirls instead of edgy South Park fans like he wanted. Back then the fandom was mostly those edgy South Park guys, the announcement of the fanfic contest results hosted in the discord server was basically all guys in the call bar me, the complete opposite of the twitter space launch party after the flip side where it was all women besides one guy with goner in his bio who SBN3 repeatedly said he wished more people like would show up

My shitty fic I wrote in an afternoon while bored at work was his first exposure to what the series would become. He wanted more edgy guys who thought he’s god’s gift to comedy to become fans but instead he got a bunch more yuri fangirls who like the characters.

I highly doubt he remembers me or my fic but there is a non zero chance I planted the seed of hatred that led to The Flip-Side basically being made out of spite. In a way I killed class of 09, or at least dealt the first real blow

And that’s still so surreal to me

I’ve wanted to make a video on this but honestly talking about these games kinda annoys me because of how much now goes back to SBN3 being spiteful of the fandom so any script I’ve written just leaves me frustrated

Have this bad thumbnail draft I made for if I made on telling this exact story

#class of 09 #the flipside #jeckole #nicole class of 09 #jecka class of 09

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scarabsinthestardust · 20 days ago

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Burnin' Through the Breeze - One

I tried my hand at making a cute lil banner for this one ^.^

Anyways, welcome to hell.

This is going to be a sort-of companion piece to The Hurtin' Kind and Permanently Lonely (I could not leave Colt alone to save my life). They do/will tie together, and it will (maybe) make sense later on down the road. Bear with me!

Josh x male OC

SERIES WARNINGS: language; generalized 1800s-era homophobia; mentions of capital punishment and imprisonment; sex; consumption of alcohol; sickness; guns; violence; physical injuries; major character death; grief; loss; Jake's kind of an ass but he means well; more might be added per chapter - let me know if I missed anything!

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1885

The sun beamed high in the sky, casting bright, warm light over the unfamiliar landscape. There wasn’t much in the way of shade, nothing to protect weary travelers from the heat. Cacti and dry, wiry brush seemed to be the only plant life that thrived in these parts. Other than the occasional rattlesnake, the buzzards that circled overhead were the only sign of life for miles. The steady clip-clop of the horses’ hooves cut through the silence as the dust they kicked up sat suspended in the air, waiting to settle back onto the ground.

When the silhouette of a town came into view along the horizon, the brothers simultaneously let out sighs of relief.

“About damn time,” muttered Jake.

“D’you think they’ve got a room to rent? I could use a bath.”

Jake scoffed. “With what money, Joshua?”

The older of the twins sighed. “I know. It was a nice thought, is all.” His body ached from being on horseback for… how long had they been traveling? Weeks? A month? They’d taken some time to rest, mostly just enough to keep from overworking the horses, but the journey had seemed endless. He wished they could have stayed home, to stay where things were easier and familiar, but he knew why they were here. They both did. So, they swallowed their pride and did what they knew they needed to.

The town was bustling with foot traffic of its inhabitants, some rushing around to get their daily tasks completed, some merely meandering and chatting with their peers. The residents barely acknowledged the sight of the newcomers, presumably used to strangers coming and going. The dust from the road seemed to stick to everything; if Josh didn’t already need to bathe, he definitely wanted to now. He started longingly at the small hotel, and the sign posted in the window advertising ‘Rooms for rent. Baths available.’

Situated on the southern side of town stood a large barn and multiple fenced pens that housed horses, cows, and goats. In faded black paint above the barn door was written, ‘STABLES.’ It seemed as good a place as any to start. The twins hitched their horses, ensuring they had access to a water trough, and made their way inside.

A young man, possibly a teenager, was trying, and failing, to clean the hooves of a draft horse. His scrawny frame stumbled backwards when the horse wrenched its foot out of his grasp, and he struggled to keep himself from falling flat on his rear end. He cursed and blew out a puff of air in frustration.

Josh chuckled and shared a knowing look with his brother before stepping forward. “Here, let me help.” He picked up the hoof pick and brush while the boy just stared, confused but clearly having no problem with letting someone else take over the work. “When you’re working with a big one like this, you gotta make sure you have a good grip on ‘em. He’s way stronger than you and me put together, so you gotta steady yourself. And don’t be afraid to use some force. You’re not gonna hurt him.” Josh demonstrated by coaxing the horse to lift his hoof and positioning himself to squeeze the leg between his knees. “He might still tug to get away, but you’ll have a much better hold on him this way. And it’ll give you a chance to show him who’s boss.” He successfully cleaned the hoof before handing the tools back to the stablehand.

“Thanks, mister,” the boy said, and he couldn’t help but feel a little shamed over needing a stranger to teach him how to do his job. He jolted as another voice rang out.

“Can I help ya’ll?” Another man appeared through a back door, carrying a box of leatherworking supplies. His face was weathered with age and experience, and he walked with a slight limp. He shot the boy a disapproving glare.

“Yes, sir,” Jake started. “We just got to town, and we’re looking for work.” He nodded toward the stalls. “We worked on a ranch up north, and we’re good with the horses.”

“Yeah, I saw that.” The man motioned toward his stablehand, who was struggling to get the horse to lift its back hoof. With an annoyed sigh in the boy’s direction, he turned back to face his visitors. “If I could, I’d hire ya. But this idiot’s the only one I can afford to pay. Hell, the only reason he’s still here is on account o’ him bein’ my sister’s kid and all.”

Jake nodded his understanding. “Alright. Well, thank you for your time.”

“You could try the old Danvers’ place, though. It’s a couple miles to the west. You’ll see if you follow the road. You wanna talk to the owner, Colt.”

The stablehand piped up, “Colt’s mean.”

His uncle rolled his eyes. “Colt’s mean to you ‘cause you’re a dumbass.” Turning his attention back to the twins, he said, “Colt Danvers ain’t the friendliest, but he’s fair, if you can do the work. Might be worth a shot.”

“Good thing we’re not here to make friends,” Jake remarked. “Thank you. We’ll check it out. Appreciate it.”

The man tipped his hat and went back to his business. The stablehand nodded a goodbye before turning back to the horse. He’d managed to get at least one hoof clean. Mostly.

Once their own horses were taken care of and they’d replenished their drinking water, Josh and Jake mounted up and hit the road again. It wasn’t long before the ranch came into view, just where the man said it would be.

The fenced-in areas probably spanned a couple of acres, with a few smaller corrals and a round pen near the barn. The barn looked fairly new, like it had only been built sometime in the last few years. The house was old, though it seemed to have been maintained well. The wood paneling was off-white, with the door and windows framed in faded forest-green paint. It was at least two stories with what looked like a tiny window into an attic or loft. A covered porch wrapped around to the sides, lined with a wooden railing and a set of steps leading up to the front door. A few horses could be spotted in the pens, but the brothers figured the rest had already been put out to pasture.

They dismounted and Josh eyed the house warily as they walked the horses past it. It was daunting, and he couldn’t help but think it was full of ghosts, whispers of the past that couldn’t, or wouldn’t, move on. But at the same time, something about it seemed familiar, as if he’d been here before, like he knew those ghosts, or was one himself.

He was shaken from his strange thoughts at the sound of an unfamiliar voice.

“Can I help you folks?”

“Yes, sir.” Jake took charge of the conversation, as he usually did when making inquiries such as this. Josh was older, if only by a few minutes, but his twin often acted as though he didn’t trust him to handle important matters. He was too vocal, too immature, too naïve. But Josh learned to stop fighting battles he wouldn’t win. He stayed quiet while Jake spoke to the man.

“Are you Colt Danvers?”

“Who’s askin’?”

“I’m Jacob. This is my brother, Joshua. We heard you might be hiring some help around here. We’ve got plenty of experience, and we’re hard workers.”

The man watched them through narrowed eyes. He was thin, and his weathered face showed evidence of a life long-lived. Josh found it difficult to believe he was capable of much physical labor in his old age. He was also clearly distrusting of the newcomers. “Stay here.” He turned away and started walking towards the barn without another word.

Josh shot his brother a look, a silent message only his twin would recognize. I’m not sure about this.

Jake sent out his own message, a reassurance to his kindred. It’s going to be okay.

When the man returned, he was accompanied by another, a much younger, much visibly stronger man. Josh found himself undeniably captivated by his striking, icy blue eyes; they seemed to shine in the sunlight. He shared the same look of suspiciousness and caution as his companion. He offered no introductions. “I ain’t too keen on hiring two complete strangers without knowin’ if ya’ll can do the work.”

Jake’s eyes widened in surprise when he realized this was the owner of the ranch, and not the older man as he previously assumed. It was odd to see someone so young in charge of a ranch this size; he couldn’t have been much older than them. Maybe it was a family home that he simply inherited, Jake speculated. “I understand that. But I promise we can do the work. We grew up on a ranch. We’re from up north—”

“I don’t care where you’re from.”

Jake pursed his lips, slightly put off by Colt’s bluntness. He was raised to always be polite, and he expected the same in return. Josh, on the other hand, saw something else, something other than insensitivity and a rude demeanor. He saw something guarded, something painful, and he found himself suddenly intrigued by the mysterious man in front of him.

“Give us the rest of the day to prove to you we can work, then make your decision,” Josh said.

Colt shared a look with the other man before turning back to the brothers. It was subtle, but it didn’t go unnoticed that his eyes seemed to linger on Josh a little longer, if only for a second or two. “Fine. You have ‘til nightfall.”

‘Nightfall’ meant they only had a few hours to get as much done as physically possible. The older man, who they learned was named Clyde, was the ranch overseer. He showed them where to temporarily stable their horses and gave them a list of everything that needed done. It was quite a long list, which came as no surprise when they learned there was only one other ranch hand.

“I can’t even imagine trying to run a place this size with so little help,” Josh said as they worked to patch a fairly large hole in the fence line.

“I’m not surprised, though,” replied Jake. “He seems kind of… well, he’s an ass.”

“Maybe not,” Josh muttered.

Jake scoffed. It annoyed him how eager his brother was to search for the best in everyone he met, even if no one else believed it was there. And it pissed him off that he still tried, when that was what got them into trouble in the first place. “You don’t know anything about him.”

“Exactly,” Josh shot back. “Maybe he’ll surprise you.”

Jake didn’t say anything else on the matter, not really having the energy to argue with his brother. He focused on his work, putting everything he had into it, despite already being quite drained from their travels.

By nightfall, they’d managed to complete the fence, along with a few other chores, such as cleaning the stables and filling water troughs. They learned that along with horses and cattle, Colt also kept sheep and had a chicken coop on the property.

Clyde followed behind and checked their work, no doubt to report back to his employer. He instructed them to wait near the barn but didn’t say much else.

“What are you thinking?” Josh asked, watching as Jake stared silently along the horizon.

“Just trying to figure out the plan for tonight, and if this doesn’t work out.”

“It will. I have a good feeling. I know that doesn’t mean much to you, but… I don’t know, it just feels right, like this is where we’re supposed to be.”

Jake resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the ridiculousness of the statement. How could Josh base his optimism on a feeling? He had no way of knowing how any of this would turn out, if it would end up good or bad, if they’d come out of it alive. Jake had put everything he had into protecting his twin, gave up everything to keep him safe. He fought down the desire to blame Josh for getting them into this mess. Pointing fingers wouldn’t do anyone any good. Plus, how could he blame him when all Josh wanted to do was love? He reminded himself that his brother had lost something, too.

His thoughts were interrupted when Clyde returned. “Alright, follow me.”

“Wh- what did he say? Do we have the job?”

“If you didn’t, I’d be tellin’ you to leave.”

Jake let out a sigh of relief and glanced at Josh, who was grinning smugly. “See? I told you it’d work out,” he said quietly.

Clyde led them to a small cabin near the western edge of the property. “Ya’ll can stay here. It ain’t much, but it’ll do.” The inside was bare, save for two small cots, a table, and a washbasin. Their packs had already been retrieved from the stables and left in the room.

“This’ll be more than enough. Thank you,” Jake said.

Clyde grunted in response. “I’ll have the kid bring ya’ll supper tonight. The rooster’s sure to get ya up, and I’ll expect ya’ll saddled up and ready to work shortly after. Don’t make us regret lettin’ ya hang around,” he warned.

The ‘kid’ he mentioned was just that – he couldn’t have been more than 15 or 16, and he was the only other employee on the ranch. He was polite when he dropped off the food, enough beans, dried beef, and biscuits to last a few days. He introduced himself as Isaac, voiced that he was grateful for the extra hands, but otherwise wasn’t exceptionally chatty.

“Everyone here is so… quiet,” remarked Josh after Isaac made his departure. “Like they’re all closed off from everybody else.”

“It’s fucking creepy if you ask me,” replied Jake. “Something about this place, these people… it’s eerie.”

“I feel like I’ve been here before.” The words escaped Josh’s lips before he could stop them. He hesitated before meeting his brother’s eyes – Jake wouldn’t understand.

Jake scoffed under his breath. “Just watch your back. I don’t trust these people.”

“You don’t trust anyone,” Josh muttered.

“Well, we can’t both be reckless, Joshua.” There was venom in his words as he spit them out, causing Josh to wince at the harshness of them. This ever-present bitterness in his brother was life a knife being twisted into his gut, but he knew well enough that it didn’t come from a place of hatred or maliciousness. It came from Jake’s own pain, his grief for everything he lost.

There was a piece of Josh that harbored all the guilt and shame, the piece that wished, more than anything, that he could go back and change it. He wished he could take back the mistakes he made, that he could be more like Jake, responsibly making well thought out decisions and never being the reason things went wrong. But who would he even be, then? He never wanted to live in anyone else’s shadow, much less Jake’s. And seeing as how there was no way to change the past, no miracle or magic that could turn back time, the only thing they could do was move forward. They’d have to take the hands they’d been dealt and make the best of it, even if they had to bluff their way through the game.

“We got a cow gettin’ ready to give birth,’ Clyde explained. “Won’t be long, now. Isaac might need an extra hand. And I need one o’ ya’ll to help me herd the cows to pasture.”

“I’ll help with the herd,” Jake piped up. “Joshua’s always been better at delivering calves anyways.” He grinned as Josh narrowed his eyes at him in annoyance. Clyde pointed him to where he could find Isaac, and Jake left to saddle up his horse and prepare for the ride.

Isaac was leaning up against the fence of a small pen behind the barn, the heifer in question already lying on her side, breath heaving and tail slapping on the ground. He nodded a greeting as Josh approached.

“She’s doin’ okay for now. Just waitin’ it out.”

Josh nodded and stood next to Isaac. “Any signs of problems?”

“Not yet. Her last one was rough, and it took nine days for the afterbirth. Colt just wanted an extra hand in case she struggles again.”

“Got it.” After a beat of silence, Josh spoke again. “Is he your kin? Colt?”

Isaac’s gaze shifted to the other man before focusing back onto the cow. “No. But he and Clyde are the closest thing I’ve got.”

“Is he… not married or anything? No kids?” Josh was curious, it was just his nature, but the look that Isaac cast him made him wish he hadn’t been so nosy. “Sorry. I don’t mean to pry.”

Isaac sighed. “The only thing I’ll say is that we look out for our own here.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Josh decided to leave it alone, not interested in pestering his co-worker.

The heifer was, thankfully, able to give birth without too much assistance. Once she was settled and they were confident she would have no more setbacks, Josh followed Isaac to deliver the news to Colt. They found him in the corral, on the back of a young dark bay gelding. The horse’s movement was jerky and erratic, clearly not completely broken, but Colt’s control of the horse seemed to be quite good. Josh couldn’t help but admire how strong and graceful he appeared; there was no sense of nervousness or fear in Colt’s demeanor, like he belonged on the back of a horse as much as the birds belonged in the sky.

He dismounted and walked the horse to the fence line where the two ranch hands stood.

“We’re in the clear,” Isaac said.

“Mama and baby are both happy and healthy,” Josh added excitedly. He didn’t notice that subtle, approving nod that Isaac directed at Colt.

“I’m glad to hear it. Thank you.”

Josh practically beamed at the other man. He was feeling quite energetic, and eager to move onto the next task. “Do you need any help with the horses?”

Colt’s first instinct was to immediately decline; he was very particular about his horses, and he did not particularly trust strangers. But when he met Josh’s eyes, bright and full of life, he was hit with an unexpected feeling of familiarity. He’d seen that face before, heard that voice somewhere… he couldn’t place it, but the warmth of his smile seemed to light something in Colt’s chest, and Colt was terrified of it.

“I forgot how much I hate herding cattle,” Jake groaned as he removed his boots.

Josh chuckled. “Bet you wish you’d taken the calving, huh?”

“Ugh. No, thanks. How’d it go, by the way?”

“Good. Isaac said the heifer had some problems last one, but she did just fine.” Josh stretched out across his cot. “Isaac doesn’t talk much, but he’s nice. I think they’re all really close. Like family.”

“Clyde doesn’t either.” Jake sighed. “I don’t know, Joshua. They’re so closed off. It doesn’t sit very well with me.”

Josh was quick to come to their defense. “They just don’t know us. We’re still strangers to them. We just have to prove they can trust us.”

“And how long do you think that’ll take? I just…” Jake pursed his lips. “I think we should save up some money, just enough to get by, and move on.”

Josh sat up and stared at his brother. “You want to leave? Why? This could be a good place for us, Jacob—”

“I can’t explain it. I just don’t feel like we should stay here.”

The lack of an explanation peeved him – Jake was always the realistic one, the one calling Josh ridiculous for saying things like that, for following his heart. Josh rolled his eyes but bit his tongue. He wasn’t up for a fight right now. But the thought of leaving this place had his stomach in knots. It felt like something was drawing him here, some unseen force grabbing at him, whispering in his ear and begging him to stay. It told him not to give up on these people, to not give up on Colt. He held onto the image in his head of those piercing blue eyes, and wondered, for a brief moment, what it might be like to be held by him, before allowing himself to drift to sleep.

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makedonsgriva · 7 months ago

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Random, what are your top favorite fics that you've written (feel free how much that you want to list)? Why they're special to you? Is there a specific inspiration when you wrote them?

Oh this is a pretty cool ask!

I will list five here!

1. We Should Just Kiss (Like Real People Do)

I’m actually pretty proud of this fic because it’s the first one I wrote after a pretty long hiatus and I was very nervous about it because a) it was my first fic for a new fandom b) it has explicit sexual content and I wasn’t sure if could pull it off nicely c) writing calamity xie lian and wu ming was a task alright like this fic took me almost a month i guess?? and d) since it was something I’d written after so long I was nervous my writing would be crappy

But people liked it and even I was very satisfied and pleased with how it turned out in the end! I’m pretty proud of it. Idk how I was inspired to write this fic because I started on a draft of it in the notes app of my phone while I was commuting back to home after my internship (harrowing experience fr)

(Maybe the fic made me channel out all my frustrations caused by the internship via xie lian)

2. I Really Like Your Company

I love this fic because it’s the first multi chapter fic I completed and posted. Also because it was my lifeline fr while I was grappling with many things. I’d started it as a gift for one of my dear friends and then it just became so much more. It’s so warm and comforting.

I was throwing in tropes and all cute stuff I could imagine in it and it made me happy. Writing that fic, getting comments on it made me very happy. I love that fic.

3. Once More We Try

Okay I’m actually still working on this fic and as a matter of fact I was working on its latest chapter before this and I truly think this fic has quickly become one of my favourites because I love writing all the characters in it so much. There’s so much to explore and so much to write and it’s a challenge but such a good challenge!

Idk how I got the inspiration for the fic I was just scrolling through tumblr one day and I randomly got this thought that huh what if SY had died instead of throwing Binghe in the abyss? And then I posted that idea and.

IT BLEW UP?

so I thought whoa why wait for someone else to write it when I can write it so I got down to business and here we are! It’s super fun. I love this fic so much. It’s also my first fic for scum villain fandom and I’m so glad it’s been so well received ❤️

4. Song of The River City

Another TGCF fanfic! I’ve put it on hold for now as I’m planning to complete OMWT before I get back to it. I’m actually very proud of this AU where we have ghost king! Xie Lian who had died during the hundred sword scene and cultivator! Hua Cheng (who had dispersed his soul as Wu Ming and was re incarcerated as the cultivator). I’m planning to do great things with this AU and I also love writing a darker XL.

The inspiration for this fic was that I was just thinking about the hundred sword scene and I thought, huh what if that guy died here? So I got down to work.

I love this fic and writing all the characters in it and plotting out the backstories is very fun! Especially the latest chapter where I’d posted the fengqing backstory is one of my favourites. I’m proud of it.

5. I Remember It

So this is just 100 words long and I love this fic because I feel like I managed to break mine and all its readers hearts in so few words. I love writing drabbles because they are always a good challenge for me and this one is a particular favorite of mine. The inspiration for it was actually a fic idea that I later scrapped away. The fic was supposed to be from the pov of snowbaz’s kid and her experience with them as she got older and they aged too and yeah.. somehow it turned into that.

Thank you so much for the ask!

#I have so many asks in my inbox rn #I swear I will answer them all soon! I just got done with my semester end exams #so I will answer the asks now!#asks #anon #carry on #rainbow rowell #snowbaz #mxtx #svsss #tgcf #hualian #xie lian #hua cheng #luo binghe #shen yuan #bingqiu #simon snow #baz pitch

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itsstrange · 1 year ago

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Teenage Years

Fandom: Marvel

Relationship: High School Tony Stark x Reader

A/N: Something short that I’ve posted on my IG account a few weeks 2 Months ago, enjoy some BBY Stark while I finish the rest of my drafts! 🫶

Summary: Popular Rich Boy Tony Stark. Aka, Your Boyfriend, Aka The One Boy Who Can Make You Bend a Few Laws.

Words: 943

Warnings: (No) Pure Fluff, High School Years, Senior Tony Stark, Senior Reader, Romance, Romantic Tony Stark, Cute, Kisses, Rebel Years, Happy Cute Ending,

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It was April 15, 1987. A warm, bright, sunny Friday afternoon. Feeling the way the heat began making its way towards New York as its winter began melting away, bringing beautiful colors all around, sunflowers and chirping birds will soon be coming out of its hiding.

A wide smile spreads on your lips at the thought of summer, but also due to the boy who leaned against his Baltic blue 1987 Porsche. Both his hands were in his Jean pockets, as he had one ankle crosses over the other. A smirk shaping his face as he watches you run down the steps of the school with an excited skip.

“You know my father already doesn’t like you,” You start to say as you reach him, arms immediately wrapping around his neck as you continue, “And making me ditch class won’t help the situation,”

It wasn’t a lie, your father indeed did not like him, claimed he wasn’t fit for you, just another arrogant Stark who only thinks about himself and will one day break your heart, or worse leave you pregnant. But you didn’t believe one word because your father simply didn’t know Tony, he didn’t know his story, his struggle at home, his distant relationship with his father. He didn’t know the real Tony Stark, and he never will.

“Well you like me right?” Tony asks, eyebrow raised as his light brown eyes look into your own,

You smile at him, soft chuckle slipping past your lips, “Yes. Yes I do,”

“Then that’s that’s all I need,” He comments with a smirk before closing the gap between you two, feeling the way his lips softly latch onto your own, carefully and gently kissing you,

You melt against him, sighing against the kiss as you let your fingers slip into his hair, massaging his scalp as you slightly deepen the kiss. The moment doesn’t last long since he breaks it first, smiling at you he leads you to the passenger side, opening the door and allowing to slip in the far before closing it behind you and quickly making his way towards the drivers side where he drives out of school grounds. Burning rubber on the way out.

Music played loudly on the speakers as he drove down the streets, fresh wind blowing against your hair and skin, making a large smile spread on your face as you close your eyes, relishing the feeling of the weather since you missed the heat. While one hand was interlocked with Tony’s, your other extends out to your right, past the passengers door as you move your hand up and down in the air. At one point while driving down the road, Tony happened to turn around to glance at you and boy was it a goddamn sight. Your eyes shut, faint smile on your lips, head slightly bobbing to the music as the wind blew against your hair, sending your beautiful (H/C) strands to fly in all kinds of directions. You were an absolute work of art and he couldn’t have been happier to have you in his life.

Smiling at you once more he brings your interlocked hands towards his lips where he places a peck at the back of your hand before continuing in driving down the road.

In less than 30 or so minutes, you arrive at your destination. Parking in an empty lot, straight ahead was the beach where some people walked or relaxed in the sand where others swam in the water. It was barely three in the afternoon but people were already sunbathing and enjoying the beautiful weather. Which you rather be doing than being in a classroom watching movies or taking notes of the film. Since you basically only had two months left of school, most of your teachers spent their class period relaxing and letting the senior students enjoy their time with friends before graduation, knowing it’ll be the last time anyone will be in touch due to everyone parting ways.

The future did scare you—you won’t lie. Scared what will happen in the upcoming years, scared what will happen to you both. Would it last long? Would you two part ways? Maybe and that’s the truth. It hurts, but that’s how life is. You get hurt and you learn from it to get better. But as of now, you’re going to not think of the future and just enjoy right now. Enjoy him.

You two sat on top of the convertible, having ate a hot dog and soda to wash it down and now you both sat there. Talking to one another about anything and everything, neither caring if you both were skipping school. You two remained there, next to each other. Enjoying one another, because you both were making it memorable for as long as possible.

“Should probably take you home,” Tony whispers, large smile on his face as he stares into your (E/C) eyes,

“Yeah, you should,” You respond, sharing the same smile as him,

You both remain staring at each other for another good minute, knowing neither one was ready to say goodbye, not just yet.

“Wanna get some ice cream?” He asks as your hands cup his face,

“Thought you’d never ask,” You tell him with a wide smile before gently latching your lips with his,

The question that hovered in the air was, will you end up being grounded until you graduate for skipping school and for getting home late? Most likely. But not once will you ever regret this day, because these are moments that are worth making and worth remembering. They don’t call them ‘Teenage Years’ for a reason.

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billys-pretty-babe · 2 years ago

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How Could You?

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : Sometimes, Billy needs reassurance that you love him especially after Neil gets into his head, using your name against Billy, knowing that hurts worse than when his father puts his hands on him.

Warnings : child abuse, Neil Hargrove, swearing, Billy makes a sex joke 😐

Word count : 835

A/N : My mental health has been so bad recently so this might be my last fic for a while that I actually take time to write. I have stuff in my drafts ready to post in case I need them.

It hurts you deeply, seeing him like this, so vulnerable, so hurt by his own father. Neil left with Susan, leaving Max and Billy at the house. Max was the one to call you, she heard everything that happened, and heard every word that Neil spewed at your boyfriend. You're pretty sure you broke almost every law in town to get to him, needing to be with him.

She let you into the house, hugging you quickly. "I left water and Tylenol outside of his room, I don't know if he took it." You nodded and thanked her and she went to her room as you went to Billy's, the water and medicine nowhere in sight. You knocked and walked inside, seeing him in his bed, shirtless and in shorts.

He looked at his ceiling, holding his necklace tightly and you knew the chain was digging into the skin, making it raw. "Baby," you said quietly. He didn't take his eyes off of the ceiling as he hummed to you, acknowledging you. You shut his door behind you and moved to the edge of his bed, his ankle against the bottom of your back.

Your heart sank when you saw what exactly Neil did to him, "Oh baby." He shook his head, "Don't do that, not for me. I'm not deserving of that." Still, his eyes never left the ceiling. "Yes you are." He shook his head, "I'm not, trust me." Slowly and with calculated movements, you reached for his knee, gently rubbing it, doing your best to not get knots in the brunette hair that dusted the skin.

"Why aren't you?" He sighed, "Because I'm not." You hummed, "That's not an actual answer, B." He stayed quiet. "Do you want me to leave," you asked after a few minutes of silence. "No," he deadpanned. You nodded, "Okay," you said as you got comfortable, sitting beside him, gently yanking a pillow out from underneath him.

The room was silent besides Billy's ragged breathing, his adrenaline through the roof as he tried to calm down. "Do you love me?" You looked at him, "Of course I do." He hummed, "Okay." You sighed before speaking again, "It was after our second date, when you brought me back here and you were working on that junk bike. You were so open with me, I was able to ask you anything and you immediately answered. I got to know William, not Billy or the keg king, but William Hargrove. So yeah, I can positively say that I do indeed love you, a lot more than I could ever express."

He nodded, hand reaching for yours and you held it, seeing little cuts on his knuckles. "Did you hit him back?" He shook his head, "I think I'd be dead if I did. Punched the bathroom wall, there's a hole now so I moved the picture over it." You nodded and rubbed his knuckles gently. "Did you break anything?" He shook his head, "Already checked myself like you taught me to." You nodded.

"Is it hard to love me?" You shook your head, "It's second nature for me, like breathing." He nodded and looked at you quickly, "You forget how to breathe sometimes." You grumbled and he laughed. "Shut up, Billy." His laugh made you smile, usually it was something just for you. "Imagine forgetting how to breathe that you have to watch your boyfriend do it." You rolled your eyes, "Imagine eating fucking bubbles in the shower." He thumped your thigh, "That was one time because you blew bubbles at me."

He leaned down and kissed the top of your head, murmuring, "I love you." You smiled, "I love you too now give me a kiss." He laughed and tipped your head back before kissing you. You smiled when he pulled away, "Man, is this what Disney is like?" He laughed, "I mean, you do get to ride your favorite ride." You gasped and he laughed, placing his hand on his stomach as his shoulders shook, head thrown back and you laughed with him.

"Billy, that's inappropriate." He snickered, "Look at who you're talking to. Of course it was." You laughed and shook your head, looking at the bottle of Tylenol on his bedside table. "Go tell her thank you." He groaned as he got up, trudging next door before coming back a few minutes later and he laid back down. "Need me to mend anything?" He shook his head, “I'm good, maybe my dick." You sighed, "Billy, shut up." He laughed before Max piped up through the wall.

"Yeah Billy, shut up!" You both laughed and he knocked on the wall, "Shut it, Maxine!" You laughed, shaking your head and got comfortable, kicking your shoes off. You curled up against his side, trying to be aware of his bruises and sore spots. "Love you." You smiled, "I love you too." He talked to you until you fell asleep, holding you tightly to protect you from anything and everything.

#billy hargrove fanfiction #stranger things billy #william hargrove #billy hargrove x f!reader #billy hargrove x female reader #stranger things fanfiction #billy stranger things #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove

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nalaniisthebest · 2 years ago

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hiiii!!!

if ur still taking request for jack harlow, here’s one

y/n and jack are co stars on white men cant jump and they’re in s secret relationship. they’re at the premiere and one of the interviewers ask if y/n and jack are a thing because they’re always flirting.

heyy guys! i know it’s been a good five months since i’ve posted and im so sorryyy i completely forgot about this, i found this in the drafts and decided to finish it for yall. idk if i’m going to the bachelor series i started, but instead of worrying about that, enjoy what i wrote a few months back for yall. i love y’all so much and hope y’all have been doing good❤️❤️

no smut just fluff

“what was your reaction when you found out you got the role in this movie?” the interviewer asked, pushing the microphone my way. “umm, we’ll i grew up watching this movie all the time with my dad. he always showed me all these funny old school movies growing up. so when i got the call that i got the part, i was actually with my dad! he was so happy and proud and it was just a moment i’ll never forget.” i explained smiling, just thinking of the memory.

“so is that what really made you want to do this movie?” the interviewer asked, making me nod my head. “yeah. that an—“ i was quickly interrupted by a pair of hands harshly grab my waist. i quickly spin around seeing the tall curly brown haired man behind me, dying laughing making me roll my eyes. “ i got you didn’t i?” he asked laughing as i pushed him. “shut up.” i mumbled. “y’all got that, right?” jack asked the camera man.

“you should’ve seen your face, y/n.” the interviewer laughed. “yeah well, he thinks it’s so cute to scare people.” i started taking the microphone from the woman’s hand. i turn my whole body towards jack as i spoke into the mircophone. “it’s gonna be cuter when i punch you in that pretty face of yours cause you scared me so bad.” i finished “what you gotta say about that?” i asked pushing the mircophone in his direction.

“ i don’t know..” jack said confused, sucking his teeth. “ i think somebody mad cause i successfully scared her. that’s what i’m hearing.” he shrugged his shoulders, sucking in his top and bottom lip to form a perfect straight line with his lips. “i was literally in the middle of answering question, and you came behind and scared me.” i said defensively. “or maybe, you’re just mad cause you fall for it every time.” jack said confidently. as i opened my mouth to say something, nothing came out.

i rolled my eyes and gave the interviewer back her microphone as jack laughed with his finger pointed at me. “hush modeee.” he bragged laughing. “this is what it’s like working with jack harlow, by the way.” i said in the mircophone, still pointing at him. “it’s like working with a 5 year old.” i added as he calmed down, the interviewer laughed at my joke before continuing with the question she asked me earlier.

“i’m sorry, what was i saying? i completely forgot, because of somebody.” i pointed at jack, looking up at him. i noticed the way his baby blues sparkled while piercing my whole body, still. the way a soft smile crept in corner of his mouth, while his messy curls lightly blew from my wind. i felt my core start to arch for the man beside me while his hand creep on my back, dangerously low resting a couples inch’s above my ass.

“y/n?” the lady asked, grabbing my attention. “i’m sorry? i wasn’t listening, what were you saying?” i said, giving her my undivided attention. i watch her look at me then at jack before smiling again. “i was telling you that you left off answering what made you want to be apart of this movie?” she asked as i nodded.

“right! i said because it means a lot to my dad. honestly another reason is jack harlow. he’s just suck a handsome man, why wouldn’t you not want to work with him? look at him.” i heard a soft laugh leave the ladies, indicating that she thought it was a joke. it wasn’t. i was being serious. once jack told me he was going to be in the movie, i wanted to work on something with him. so did i.

“what do you have to say about that, jack?” she asked as i looked up at jack, exactly how he was looking at me earlier. “i-im uh, flattered r-really.” jack stuttered with his eyes still on mine. “ y/n is the best scene partner ever.” jack said, breaking eye contact. “so that’s all you like me for, is just making scenes?” i asked jokingly defended.

“you know what i mean, don’t do that.” he smiled looking down at me. i couldn’t help but not to warm myself around him. his arm embrace, making me feel at home. i couldn’t help my smile from leaving my face as jack warmed his arms around my back, leaving a soft kiss ontop of my head. “all jokes aside, this is my girl. sweetest person i’ve ever met. i love this girl so much!” he said not letting go of me. the interviewer pout before awwing us.

i rested my head against jacks chest as he wrapped his arms around me, embracing me in a hug. “so another the internet as for the two of you, are you guys dating? i mean me and the internet can tell there’s some type of tension between.” jack and looked at eachother before laughing our asses off at the interviewers question. “jack and i are not a thing.” i admitted while still laughing.

“yeah, she’s like my best friend.” jack also replied. i released myself from our hug, but kept one arm wrapped around jacks waist as he cropied my movements. “okay.” she said defensively, after she shot her hands up. “just checking, you know i love the drama.” she laughed. “i mean don’t get me wrong, he’s a very attractive man. but we’re just friends.” i smiled.

“well thank you so much for answering the question y/n! both of you look so amazing tonight and i can’t wait to watch the movie!” she smiled for the last time. we said our goodbyes and walked off, leaving that interview in the back of our minds.

“you really do looking stunning, baby.” jack whispered in my ear as i looked up at him with our arms still at eachothers waists. “oh, i know.” i smiled.

#jack harlow #imagines #jack harlow smut #jack

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writerbytrade · 11 days ago

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May Death Find You Alive - Ch. 1

This is the rough draft of a story I'm freeballing about a trans man summoning a demon to kill his abusive ex-husband and trying to deal with the evil inside him while making strides to ignore the urges and to do better.

TW: Religion, cursing, demons, dark magic, supernatural elements

Be warned: typos be upon ye. I wrote this on a typewriter and did not have spellcheck on through I did run it through Word quickly before posting.

Shaky hands, a lighter in one hand, and a white chalk in the other. These were all that stood between him and a dangerous life-altering decision... if it worked. Most people would chalk summoning demons to urban legends. For him, he knew it could be done. He knew it was real. However, his family, the people that could mentor him in such a task, no longer spoke to him. It broke his heart to know they cut ties over something so stupid, but what was done was done. He was forever shunned from his circle. He had to find a new way to get what he wanted, no, needed. So, he drug the chalk across the grass, leaving a shaky white line. He meticulously looked back at his notes, making sure to dot all his i's and cross all of his t's, metaphorically speaking. The candles on the pedestals were lit next. All that was left was the chant. His vocal cords slammed themselves shut at the thought of actually going through with this. But some things had to be done.

Here, he stood at the edge of the circle. Moonlight was bright above him. The wind blew so casually that it chilled the sweat running down his back on this warm summer night. Clearing his throat, he started,

"For those we know not for their words are so sacred, Lord Arthrax, I summon thee. For those who know not the power of their actions, Lord Arthrax, I summon thee. For those who look to the greater power, Lord Arth-AUGH" The scream that exited his mouth was shrill and echoed throughout the small, wooded area as smoke started to circle to crudely drawn summoning area from the candle. The hastily drawn symbols within the circle glowed a slight purple, leading to more smoke as they burned up in the grass. The fire followed the chalk lines, eventually encompassing the entire circle and leaving a plume of thick smoke covering the circle.

Head radiated from the plume. Whatever happened, it was working, was his thought, and now so were the second thoughts about doing this at all. The ground shook slightly beneath his feet and he dropped to his knees in fear over what he had just wrought.

"Who calls upon me?" The voice rattled inside his skull so loudly he had trouble distinguishing it from a spoken voice or psychic voice.

"I'm sorry! It was me! I didn't mean to! Well, I did... but I didn't mean to-what I meant was-well, kind of-"

"Quiet." The voice was authoritative.

"Sorry." He replied quickly and meekly.

"What ritual is this?"

"I, em, well, I sort of don't know," he admitted. The demon came into view as the smoke rose from the circle. It looked down curiously at the summoner before it. All four eyes bore what felt like lasers into the lad still on his knees and not daring to look at the demon.

"What do you mean 'you don't know'"? It asked carefully, both intrigued and insulted.

"Well, I sort of got it from generative AI. I told it to give me a ritual to summon a powerful demon and to include protective sigils and well, this is what it gave me." He gestured vaguely at the demon and sighed, "I've made a mistake. I should have just hired the assassin. It would have been so much less nerve wracking."

"I see." The demon said after a moment of careful consideration and stepped out of the circle next to the summoner. The summoner saw the feet next to him and scrambled away on all fours backwards.

"What the fuck? How did you do that?!" The summoner's voice went up an octave and a half in panic as he saw the demon look around the moonlit scenery.

"Your 'generative AI' gave you a faulty summon, I'm afraid. I was curious when I heard you call my name and now, I'm glad I investigated. Sloppy work on your 'generative AI''s part. Are you new at this?"

"Y-y-yeah." He swallowed.

"I could tell. Your sigil work looks like one of my cultist's kids drew it."

"Hey!" Now the summoner was offended.

"But, you summoned me. What deal do you want to strike, mortal?" The demon looked interested as it leered over the summoner who was still flat on their ass and looking panicked. If regret hadn't hit his soul before, it certainly had now.

"Deal? You were supposed to do my bidding!" He choked out.

"You should have thought of that before you botched your summoning. Now, tell me, what is your name?"

"Wh-I-no" he eventually sighed and closed his eyes for a second to reorient himself. "My name's William."

"Very well, William. What do you want done? Name your ask and I will name my price." The demon extended a red-skinned hand out to the summoner who panicked and got up from the dirt they were sitting in. The demon retracted their hand at the summoner's independence. Normally humans were a lot clingier than this.

"Okay! Um! Gosh, how do I put this? I need my ex-husband killed."

"Murder? Humans always ask for the most banal stuff. Consider it done. Write down your ex-loved one's information and burn it in my circle.

"I remember that much from my family's teachings, at least. Let me get my lighter." William pulled out a crumbled-up piece of paper from his back pocket and lit a shakily handled lighter and burned the paper from the edge of the circle.

"The pact is sealed. I will be back for my price when I am done."

"You're not going to tell me what the price is now?!" William sounded panicked and defeated at the same time. This was just going all wrong.

"No, you will find out once I am back."

"But what if I don't want to pay that price?"

"Then maybe you were right, and you should have picked the assassin. Humans murdering humans is much less messy, I find. Return to my circle in three moon cycles or the cost will double." With that, the demon returned to its circle and disappeared into a cloud of red smoke.

William backed away a few steps before his legs gave out from under him. Well, now he had really done it. He could feel deep in the pit of his stomach that he had really stepped in it this time.

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