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bensakindofmagic · 4 years

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As Hard

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okay i wrote a thing, cause apparently i can't stop writing at the moment (it’s all this goddamn fresh content). i hope yous aren't complaining. it’s for courtney’s writing challenge (@ijustreallylovezebras // @writingfortoomanyfandoms) and I KNOW THE DEADLINE WAS SUNDAY BUT IM A LAZY HOE so you can have it now <3

(also know this isn't the lovely fluffy content that usually surfaces this time of year but there you go. hope you like it anyway)

Warnings: ANGST, mentions of death

w/c: 2.6k+

based on this prompt:

“I should have made it as hard for you to leave me as it is now for me to leave you” - Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

(ALSO i went a tiny bit abstract with the prompt, cause my initial idea was basically the same as a chapter i just wrote for my series [but you’ll have to wait a wee while to read that ;) ], so i went with this instead. anyway, i’ll shut up and let you read now)

Begins below the cut

Ben looked in on his sleeping daughter and decided to let her lie in a little longer. He smiled at the sight of her; she was the light of his life, the most precious thing in the world to him. She was sleeping soundly, her face the picture of serenity. Those moments were like gold to him. He never wanted to see her cry again.

Lily. His wife had chosen the name. He recalled the moment she told him she was pregnant. She’d been nervous; they weren’t married back then, but it was one of the happiest days of his life.

“Ben, love, can I talk to you?”

The tension in his shoulders was involuntary. Those words made him nervous. “Yeah, of course. What’s wrong?” He tried to act nonchalant.

She sat down beside him on the sofa. He could hear the shallowness of her breathing. She looked mildly terrified and instantly Ben’s nerves on his own behalf switched to worrying about her. Her skin was pale and clammy — was she sick?

She breathed out slowly. “Okay look, here’s the thing… I’m pregnant.”

His whole world stood still, the word bounced around in his head. Pregnant.

Vaguely he heard her muttering something and forced himself to tune back in.

“… understand if you’re not ready to have a baby, but I don’t think we should just jump into getting rid of it—”

“Getting rid of it?! No, angel, I don’t want to get rid of it,” he grinned, finally letting his joy shine though his face. “It’s your choice and I’ll support you whatever, but baby there is nothing I want more than to start a family with you.”

Her relief was palpable, as her lips spit into a smile and she collapsed in his arms, letting him pull her close. “Thank god,” she whispered.

Ben pulled back and wiped away a tear with his thumb, before kissing her with all the strength he could muster.

“We’re having a baby,” he chirped, elated and overwhelmed.

She bit her lip as she smiled — he always loved when she did that — and hummed, “You’re gonna be a daddy."

Lily had been born healthy and beautiful, and he had fallen in love with her instantly. It was a moment unlike anything he had ever felt before, sitting next to the love of his life on the hospital bed as she held their new baby in her arms. She had sobbed, exhausted but overjoyed, and he had kissed her forehead and told her how well she had done. It had been a tricky birth but she was a trooper. He couldn’t have been more proud of her.

He had proposed a couple of years later, on their anniversary, and when Lily was two they were married. She had been a flower girl for them — she loved dressing up in her little frock, and was very pleased to take as much attention as she could away from her mum. Luckily Y/N had loved every second of it, and smiled constantly. She had never looked more beautiful.

Ben stumbled as he thought of that day, and he had to grip onto the arm of the sofa to stop himself from falling. It still felt like a knife wound in his chest. Most of the time now he could think of her and carry on, but their wedding day? That was too much. Ben was tired, he ached. He sat heavily on the sofa and let his bones sink. He didn’t fight the tears that fell from his eyes, he had learned long ago that there was no use in fighting, so he let them roll solemnly down his cheeks.

But he heard the gentle patter of little feet on the floor and sat up, wiping his face.

Much against the wishes of his body, Ben had hauled himself out of bed. He could have ignored the muffled cries of his baby daughter coming from the kitchen and Y/N’s gentle lullaby, it was the gnawing anxiety at the fact that she had been trying to get Lily to sleep for nearly an hour that kept him from sleeping. He squinted against the light, but heard how frayed Y/N’s voice was. She sounded tired, and a little frazzled. When his eyes adjusted he saw her disheveled hair and panicked eyes.

“Love—”

She spun on her heel; her fear was written all over her face.

“She won’t settle. I don’t know what’s wrong with her, she just won’t stop crying.” He could hear in her voice how close she was to tears.

“You’re stressed love, and tired. You know how babies can tell when you’re anxious.”

“I don’t know if that’s it, Ben.”

“I’m sure she’s fine. Give her to me darling, go get some sleep. You need it.”

She was clearly still a little unconvinced, but relieved to let him take over. He knew she was struggling with being a mum more than she had admitted. She had wanted a baby for such a long time, Ben didn’t suppose it had ever occurred to her that she might find it hard. Of course, he knew she was doing an incredible job, but she beat herself up too much over the little things. He’d have to talk to her about it, or maybe ask his mum to. She’d listen to his mum.

She carefully placed the little bundle in his arms and kissed him. She whispered, “Thank you,” and wandered back to the bedroom, half asleep already.

Ben looked down at the tiny face of his daughter. It was contorted in mid-wail, but he sat down on the sofa and laid her on his lap while he pulled his tshirt off. Then he unwrapped Lily from her blanket, took her baby-grow off, and placed her on his bare chest before covering her back over with the blanket. She still cried, though a little quieter when he started rubbing her back with a hand that was almost the same size as her. She nuzzled her cheek into his chest and started to settle with a little groan and a gurgle. He nestled his finger into her closed fist, and she latched onto it, squeezing it with all the might. He smiled; he would never get tired of that. He hummed a gentle lullaby until her eyes drifted closed and her could lay her back in her cot.

When he went back to the bedroom, Y/N was fast asleep. Contented to see his two best girls both sleeping peacefully, he climbed into bed and pulled Y/N close, kissing her cheek and whispering that he loved her.

“You didn’t wake me up daddy,” said Lily, stifling a yawn.

“I know petal, I thought I’d let you have a lie in.”

She clambered up onto the sofa next to him and latched her little arms around his neck. “But we’re going to see mummy today. You promised.”

“It’s okay, she’ll still be there. Go get dressed and do your teeth, then we’ll go see mum.”

She planted a delicate kiss on his cheek and raced off to to her bedroom. His heart swelled; thank god he still had Lily.

She was ready in record time and appeared from her room with a few bits of paper in her hands.

“I’ve done some drawings for mummy. Please can I take them?”

“Of course you can, darling. I think she’ll love them. Have you got her letter, too?”

She nodded; she always took a letter.

She was quieter than she used to be. Her mother had been strict on manners but she used to have a naughty streak to her; Y/N always used to laugh that she got that from her dad. That was gone now, or at least subdued. Ben prayed that she would get it back, in time.

He picked up the flowers he’d bought the day before and took his little girl’s hand, leading her to the car.

It wasn’t a long drive, and they soon parked. Ben and Lily walked hand in hand down the path that ran alongside the church. When they passed the big oak tree Lily knew the way, so he let her run ahead.

“Be careful of the big roots Lily, mind you don’t trip!” he called after her, but she wasn’t listening.

When he caught up with her, she had already laid her drawings down against her mum’s headstone.

“Is that mummy?” he asked, pointing to the woman in the drawing.

Lily nodded, “And that’s you and that’s me.”

“We look very happy.”

“I thought that’s what mummy would have wanted.”

“It is petal, it is.”

He took the old flowers out of the vase and put the new bunch in — lilies of course — before taking his daughter’s hand once more. It was still so tiny, engulfed in his large one.

“Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday to you,

Happy birthday dear Lily,

Happy birthday to you!”

Ben and Y/N cheered and Lily blew out all four candles on her birthday cake in one go. Ben lifted her up and twirled her round the room, her dress flaring out behind her. She giggled in that joyful way that children do, and Ben grinned. He could hardly contain his glee.

She hadn’t wanted a birthday party, saying that she only wanted her mum and dad there. Ben had felt guilty: he’d been away a lot filming just lately and he knew the girls missed him. Y/N would never say but she wished he didn’t travel so often, and Lily was always happiest when they were all together. Spending her birthday with his beautiful little family reminded him how lucky he was. As he watched his wife cut his daughter’s birthday cake, he promised himself he would make for time for them, be home more often. He would be the best dad he could.

Lily merrily ran off to get her new toys once they’d eaten their cake, and while she was occupied Ben pulled Y/N onto his lap. She squealed and laughed and it was music to him. He threaded his arms around her waist and let her lean back, resting his chin on her shoulder. She hummed contentedly when he kissed her neck.

“I’m going to be home more this year.”

“It that right?” she pondered.

“I promise. I want to spend more time with you two.”

“That would be nice.” He could hear her smiling.

“And I’ve been thinking—”

“Dangerous.”

He chuckled, “I adore our little family, but how would you feel if it got a little bigger?”

She turned to him, eyes wide. “Really?”

He nodded, gnawing at his lip.

She beamed, “I would love that.”

As Ben kissed his wife he let his hand trail towards her thigh, and felt her smile against his lips.

It was only a few weeks later that Y/N had collapsed one Sunday afternoon and he’d rushed her to hospital. After that everything was a blur. They knew from the start that it was terminal but when she slipped away two months later it still came as a shock. It had all happened so fast, Ben had barely had time to process it, let alone Lily. She lost her mum at the age of four. He worried constantly what that would do to her, and how to be both mum and dad to her. It was an endless struggle, mourning for the death of the only woman he had ever loved, and learning to be a single parent. The last two years had been hell, but he finally felt like there was some light in his life again.

“Do you want to read your letter to mum?”

Lily shook her head, “She knows what it says,” and lay down the letter next to her drawings. For a while they both stood, quietly grieving in each other’s company. When Lily sighed and started to fidget next to him, Ben knew she was ready to go.

“Why don’t you go and wait in the car, sweetheart? I want to talk to mummy in private for a minute. I promise I won’t be long.”

She nodded and set off. He watched her until she was safely back in the car before turning back to the headstone.

He read the words he had chosen:

Unable are the loved to die. For love is immortality.

They were Emily Dickinson’s words. He trusted her to know what she was talking about, despite the fact that at the time he didn’t believe them in the slightest. Now, perhaps, he was starting to see what she meant. Perhaps.

“Oh love, my darling girl…”

He broke down, sobs wracked his body. He just missed her so goddamn much. She had been his whole world, the love of his life, she had given him the most precious gift in their beautiful daughter, and she was gone. Forever.

Eventually he composed himself, and placed a hand on her grave. The stone was cold beneath his fingers.

“God, I miss you. I thought it would get easier but it hasn’t, I’ve just got better at living with the the hole that you left. I’m still mad at you, you know. For leaving us. That was a real dick move.”

He sighed, shaking his head with a small chuckle.

“Not that it was your fault. I know you’d still be with us if you could. But Lily’s doing well, you’d be so proud of her, baby. She’s still a little quiet but she’s getting more confident these days, you can see it. And she’s so smart too, she really got your brains. She’s cleverer than me already, it’s embarrassing. She gets more and more like you every day.” He took a deep, shuddering breath.

“I suppose you want to know how I’m doing? Ha, well I’m okay. I miss you, but I already told you that. I think I’m doing better though. For a while there it was really just Lily that kept me going. I don’t know what I would have done without her. I was just trying to make to the next day, so that I could be there for her, but I think I’m ready to start living for me again. She’s everything to me, you know, but maybe I’m ready to get back into the world a little bit.”

Suddenly Ben was able to unload all the thoughts that had been swirling around in his head, weighing him down. You always made it so easy for him to talk to you, even when you weren’t there.

“I feel kinda guilty though, like I’m leaving you behind. I don’t want to forget you, I don’t want to move on from you, I just want to move forward. I can’t keep living in this pit, I… I don’t know. Not that you need me to tell you any of this. I know you wanted me to move on, find someone else. I don’t know about that, but I think I’m ready to start embracing life again. But you should know that there’s no one in the world like you, no one else I could ever love the way I love you.”

He felt tears prickle at his eyes again, and he knew it was time to go.

“Christ Y/N, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me as it is now for me to leave you. Maybe then we’d still be together.”

His head dropped, his shoulders fell heavy. He kissed his fingers and pressed them against the name carved in the stone. His wife. His rock.

“I have to go, Lily’s waiting, but I'll see you soon. I love you.”

#CourtsCrisisWC #ben hardy #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy x female reader #singledad!ben #6 underground #bohemian rhapsody #ben hardy fanfic #ben hardy imagine #angst #grief

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revolutionnaire-farouche · 4 years

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The Meeting Place (Enjolras x Reader)

Summary: A worker's life it's hard, but what if someone tried to change that?

Warnings: Maybe a little self-deprecation? But not too much, because I'm mostly soft.

Notes: This is for the wonderful challenge made by @ijustreallylovezebras, thanks for keep me in mind for it! ❤️ I had fun writing this, and it's been so long since I last posted a fic, so I hope you'll enjoy this! And as usual, thanks to @writingsoftheloser for proof reading this, ily

Everyday was a chore. Waking up early in the mornings with the first sunlight and when the birds sang shyly to announce the beginning of another day, and then returning just before dusk and just before the streets became too dangerous to walk by your own. Everything for a salary that barely covered the basics, and helped you survive.

This day wasn't the exception, you arrived at the factory just in time, with your fellow workers. All you saw were tired faces, wishing to be in bed instead of there, and you weren't far from that, but the money was a need. Everything was like any other day, except when the closing time came. There was a lot of people crowded around someone so, out of curiosity, you followed them. There was a tall man, with dark hair and round glasses, talking very passionately about a meeting taking place at night in something like a tavern some streets away from there. When he finished, he gave you all pamphlets talking about "a cause every worker should get behind". Truth is that you weren't very excited about it because all those "causes" ended in the same thing: nothing, and everything stayed the same. But you also thought that nobody was waiting for you back in the room you rented, except for a loaf of bread and some fruits you were saving until your next payment, and you decided to give this meeting a chance.

The place was filled, some people were having drinks while waiting but you decided to stay aside. After a while, the tall man from before appeared from a backroom next to some other gentlemen, all of them well dressed, something that bothered you but you decided to stay there to hear. One of them stepped forward. You felt kind of embarrassed of yourself in thinking he looked like some kind of God made human: the candle lights got trapped on his blonde curls, which shone like gold, and his hair perfectly framed his face. Your eyes drifted softly to his shirt that revealed part of his chest, before you caught up again on the beginning of his speech. After listening to a few minutes of encouraging talk, you got it, they were actually doing something. It wasn't just a pretty talk for workers like you to get your hopes up for nothing, they were actually planning something. Being part of a revolution sounded like something important and even if some people looked bad at it, fighting for everyone's rights wasn't bad at all. When you went back to your house, you couldn't get that speech or that blond man out of your head.

The next day you felt like something in you had changed: you were actually excited about starting a new day, especially to get out of your job, and return to that café. The hours passed by very slowly, but you were finally out. Once in the café, you saw the same group of well dressed men, along with some of the workers that attended the day before, just like you, but they weren't a lot.

You decided to come back the day after, and the day after that, and the days after those. They started including you in their daily jobs, like going to talk to a factory around the south side or giving away pamphlets at some speech some streets away from the Café.

This day was quiet, there wasn't much movement because the police was walking around at all hours, and it wasn't safe. Everyone left early to go to the Corinthe for some drinks, but you decided to stay a little longer sat on the backroom of the Musain, drinking some wine. After a while the leader, which now you knew by his name, Enjolras, came for some papers he left on the table early on. You did a small greeting gesture with your head, and he did the same. It wasn't neither an awkward or comfortable silence, it was just silence. Until he decided to break it.

"Thank you" he said, without lifting his eyes from the papers on the table.

"For what?" You couldn't avoid a high pitched, confused tone. You didn't even know he knew you.

"You are the only one of your factory to come here. The rest of your fellows didn't return." His tone sounded like something between defeated and tired.

"Well, I don't mean to offend you, but maybe the reason for that it's that most of you look like a bunch of rich kids and most of the workers, and I have to admit that I did too, think that you don't know what you are fighting for, that you don't know what it's to work everyday of your life and not being able to pay for all your needs, what's like to live on that constant fear of not being able to survive, and then to be forgotten. But once I listened to you the other day I could notice that you care, and that you never pretend to be something that you're not. You never pretended to understand what most of us went through, but you still want to help because it's not fair that most of the people are living on the streets while some are laying in their beds with their pockets filled with money, and your words are not empty, all of you want to do something to change that. Your cause it's noble. And we need that kind of change. And even if I'm not much, I want to help too." At some part of your rambling, a smile had appeared on the corner of his lips, and his eyes had gone from the papers to your face, but you didn't have the courage to look him in the eyes.

"Our cause, you mean. You're one of us now. And also, don't say that about yourself..." After hearing those words, you returned a smile at him and he was looking back with the same gentle but firm expression. "I just want you to know that you’re very special and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has"

"T-That's...Thank you, Enjolras. That was nice." That caught you off guard, so you took a few minutes before actually replying. A red tint appeared on your cheeks and you hoped he didn't notice it, even if he totally did.

"There's nothing to thank me for, it's the truth" he said, smiling, after finally collecting all the papers. "See you tomorrow?

"Yes, of course." The smile on your face only grew bigger.

"Great. Good night, Y/N"

As he left, he softly caressed your shoulder, and only when you heard the door close behind him, you made a weird noise and decided to drink a little more wine to process what had just happened.

#CourtsCrisisWC #les mis #les amis de l abc #enjolras fanfiction #enjolras #enjolras x reader #les miserables imagine #les mis fanfiction #aaron tveit x reader #aaron tveit imagine #aaronjolras

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ijustreallylovezebras · 4 years

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Crisis Writing Challenge - Masterlist

here are all the fics that have been written for my crisis writing challenge!!! I fully recommend that you binge read all of these and follow all the wonderful writers who joined in and binge all their masterlists bc they’re all awesome and they all deserve so much more recognition than they get and please remember to leave comments to support them with all of the hard work that they’ve put into these works of art and anyway please enjoy!!

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker

Repose - @mavalenovaninagavi

Loki Laufeyson(/Odinson)

Connected - @writingsoftheloser

Jake Gyllenhaal

Pygmalion - @natdoesthings

Detective Loki

“It’s just that…I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It’s the universe’s way of providing contrats, you know? There has to be a few holes in the road. It’s how life is.” -The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen - @sataninsatin

Enjolras

The Meeting Place - @revolutionnaire-farouche

Eugene Sledge

The Man Of Your Dreams - @likesomekindofcheese

Ben Hardy

As Hard - @bensakindofmagic

Brave (Stranger Things!AU) - @angiefangirlworld-2

#CourtsCrisisWC #marvel #peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #detective loki #detective loki x reader #jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal x reader #enjolras #enjolras x reader #eugene sledge #eugene sledge x reader #ben hardy #ben hardy x reader

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gyllenhaalics · 4 years

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Pygmalion

This is for the lovely and inspiring @jakegyllenhaalsupportgroup (a.k.a @ijustreallylovezebras)’s Crisis Writing Challenge

The prompt was: “I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.” - Great Expectations by Charles Dickens

A/N: I registered under my main natdoesthings

Warning: This is trippy af. It's loosely based on the story of Pygmalion and Galatea. Don't worry, no drug is involved, Jake just decides to trip his balls reading a script.

Pairing: Jake Gyllenhaal x imaginary lover

Summary: If her eyes were beautiful, she didn't have the right nose or the right lips. If she had an ideal body shape, her voice was off by ten miles. If he found nothing to complain about her appearance, then her acting was atrocious. And when she succeeded in capturing the essence of the role? He saw nothing but a blasphemous mockery of HER image.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. This is purely fictional.

Word count: 1200+

Tag: @realovesthings (it’s not smut, but definitely caffeinated)

"Jake, you have to make up your mind."

"About?"

The director pinches the creases between his eyebrows and lets out a long sigh. He lays down a list of names in front of the actor. These are the actresses who have auditioned for the leading female role. Jake takes a look through the names and the written notes next to them. Many of the names are unfamiliar, but some stand out. Either they are famous in the industry, or he has worked with them before.

"I think I've made myself clear about this."

Jake tries to be as polite as possible, but he almost can't hide his displeasure. None of these women fits the role. The director starts to regret letting him take part in the casting process. But since the actor is also the EP who single-handedly finances this whole production, he couldn't say no to Jake's request.

"Jake, I'm going to be blunt. You're being difficult."

"No, I'm being thorough. You know how important this project is to me."

Jake stands up from his chair and takes long strides outside. He needs to get some fresh air. He finds himself just as annoyed and frustrated as the other man. The actor buries his face into his hands. He exhales, trying to relieve the stress.

Jake knows it's unfair of him to reject everyone like the way he did. Some of the auditions were genuinely great, but none feels right for him. There is always something amiss. If her eyes were beautiful, she didn't have the right nose or the right lips. If she had an ideal body shape, her voice was off by ten miles. If he found nothing to complain about her appearance, then her acting was atrocious. And when she succeeded in capturing the essence of the role? He saw nothing but a blasphemous mockery of HER image.

...

Her.

His eyes strain on the actress in front of him, trying to take in everything. He can hear her voice, but he cannot pay attention to the words. The resemblance is too striking. Her face, even down to the imperfections, looks like it has been carved out from the script. Her voice seeps into his mind like the sweetest nectar, exactly how he has imagined it. And her body. God, what he wouldn't give to hold her in his arms, to feel the warmth of her body against his.

After finishing her line, the actress turns her head and meets his intense gaze. Jake swallows his guilt. He feels like he has defiled her with the way he looks at her, but she doesn't look like she was offended. And then she smiles at him. A jolt of shock runs down Jake's spine.

...

Jake springs from his bed. His shirt is damp, his ears are ringing, and there is a terrible thumping in his chest. The script slightly crumples under the weight of this hand. He must have fallen asleep reading it last night.

"You feeling alright?"

The actor quietly shakes his head. The director pats Jake on his slouching back. He has agreed to reassess some of the auditions in the hope of finding something. Jake has no clue what he wants to find, but he's even more miserable than before.

That night wasn't the only time she appears. Since then, she has frequently come to him in his dream. Sometimes she is a nobody actress auditioning for the role. Sometimes he sees them both on the set talking to each other, though he can never remember what she says. But the worst ones are the nightmares of him sitting alone in the dark auditorium, watching her on the silver screen. Her images fill his vision as she wraps her arms around "him", and "Jake" has her in his embrace as well.

"I understand, I do. But don't let this get to your head, Jake."

He knows what his colleague is going to say next. Jake shuts his eyes as if that would also block the words out of his mind. He doesn't want to hear it. He doesn't want to accept it, even though he knows how irrational it may be.

"She isn't real, Jake. She's just a..."

"I love her."

If it has gotten to this point, he doesn't care anymore. It was a bad idea to confide his feelings to the director. He soon understood nobody could understand. How can they? It is too bizarre to claim he is in love with a fictional character. Even Jake knows that, but he cannot stop loving her, cannot stop yearning for her. And every day, he has to wake up with the realization that she doesn't exist. That is the true nightmare.

"That makes no fucking sense."

The other man scoffed as he pushes a glass of brow liquid toward Jake. How does anyone expect him to respond to that?

"I loved her against reason."

Jake mumbles, hiding his face on the bar table. The rest of his words is unintelligible.

"Excuse me? Was that Charles Dickens?"

Jake doesn't respond. He has finally lost it. The director thinks to himself as he downs the whole shot of whiskey, then proceeds to pour himself another. This project will most likely get scraped if they cannot agree on the leading actress. And while he has a few names in mind, it's useless if Jake refuses to work with her.

"Hey, why did you write her that way?"

It takes a moment for the director to register that Jake was talking about the script.

"I thought I told you already, did you forget? I didn't write it."

Jake lifts his face. It seems he did forget about something like that. The director never repeated that piece of information because he didn't think anyone would care. After all, it's not like they're stealing from anyone, they're still going to give the writer proper credit.

"A friend of mine wrote it. I read the script and immediately thought of you, it's like it was written with you in mind, Jake. So I made an offer and told her I would try to get you onboard."

"And?"

"She was thrilled, but when I asked her to come here. She declined."

Just when the director is about to take another sip of whiskey, Jake grabs his shoulders. The actor starts bombarding him with questions. Half of those questions may have been too private for him to answer. He may have told Jake that she is currently in this city to work on another of her projects. And he may also have blurted out she's renting his apartment. Jake rushes out of the bar, grabs his coat, and stumbles a few times on the way.

He finds himself standing across the street, looking at a moderately sized apartment building. He kind of regrets now. For all he knows, this has only been a hazy daydream for him. What if she looks nothing like the woman from his dream, which is most likely the case? Maybe he has had one too many drinks. Maybe he should go now before someone thinks he's a stalker.

As Jake moves his feet, planning on leaving, he hears a burst of familiar laughter coming from the other side of the road. He frantically looks for the source of it, and there he finds her. She is greeting the doorman, her back facing him. He can only see the outline of her cheeks and jawline, and the body frame that's well hidden underneath a thick winter coat.

But that's enough.

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writingfortoomanyfandoms · 5 years

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I'm on crisis too yay! I want something to distract me so can I write “I love her, and that’s the beginning and end of everything” with Ben pelase???

Ofc my love!! Just to double check that you reblogged the post??

I’m having a crisis - come join my writing challenge!!

#court talks #asked and answered #CourtsCrisisWC #Writing Challenge Entries #angiefangirlworld-2

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ijustreallylovezebras · 5 years

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Courtney’s Crisis Writing Challenge

So yeah as I’m sure all of you are aware of by now I’m having a crisis

and I figured what better way to deal with an emotional crisis than to do a writing challenge and read all the wonderful thing’s y’all can write to distract myself from my ever-growing list of responsibilities

maybe i should change it to Courtney’s Procrastination and Existential Worry Writing Challenge instead

ANYWAY

This is a whole-ass mega writing challenge, going across ALL the people I’ve ever written for and all the people I lowkey want to write for/kinda have a current obsession/love for atm

I’ll give a full comprehensive list below the rules

But yeah this is going to have an English Literature theme bc I’m a nerd like that and have been reading too many books lately, again, to distract myself

So the prompts are split into three categories - “The Heartbreakingly Beautiful”, “The Hilariously Relateable” and “Fuck I’m Drowning In Fluff”

yeah the categories are just what went through my mind when I read the things these authors wrote

The Rules

1) You don’t have to be following me but it would be nice because I’m lonely and want friends plz

2) If your piece of writing is over 500 words, please use the ‘read more’ feature

3) Reblog this post to get the word out (and tag anyone who may be interested!)

4) It’s going to be one person per prompt but if needed I can add more prompts

5) Smut is fine but please leave warnings as appropriate (THOUGH NO UNDERAGE CHARACTER SMUT THANKS)

6) On the back of that one, no inappropriate pairings pleaseeeeee

7) Also please make sure you leave appropriate warnings at the beginnings of fics if any sensitive subjects are brought up (e.g. mental health etc)

8) Ships and OC’s are welcome

9) Tag me in your writing! - on any of my blogs or all three if you’re keen whoooo

10) Use the hashtag #CourtsCrisisWC

11) If you want to enter send me an ask with the prompt you want and the pairing you’ll be writing it with - again the ask can be sent to either of my writing blogs

12) The deadline for this is 15th December (this can be extended if y’all need it)

Characters/People/Pairings

Okay so imma split this section into parts real quick

Main Blog

1) Pretty much anyone from the MCU is welcome - with the exception of Tony Stark and Clint Barton

2) Tom Holland & Harrison Osterfield and HOCO cast and the Holland boys (NOT PADDY)

3) Any of Les Amis

4) The characters from Peaky Blinders as well

5) Poly ships (e.g. Steve x Reader x Bucky or Tom x Reader x Harrison)

Side Blog

1) Ben Hardy (+ Warren Worthington)

2) Joe Mazzello (+ Eugene Sledge, Gardner Langway, Pat Murray, Dr Tim Murphy)

3) Gwilym Lee (+ Charlie Nelson)

4) (BoRhap!)Queen members (Freddie only platonically)

5) Roger x Reader x Ben

6) Joe x Reader x Ben

7) The Hargreeves Children (older!Five only)

8) Richard Madden (+ David Budd, Robb Stark, Prince Kit)

9) Taron Egerton (+ Eggsy)

10) Rocketman!Bernie Taupin and Ray Williams

11) Smosh Members

12) Jake Gyllenhaal (+ all his various characters)

13) Chris Evans (+ Ari Levinson, Frank Adler)

Just For Funsies (i.e. current obsessions I don’t officially write for but lowkey want to)

1) Ashton Irwin

2) Calum Hood

3) Sebastian Stan (+ Chris Beck)

tbh y’all can just send me a person and I’ll let you know if I’m cool with you writing for them but judging by this list I think you can rest fairly assured that I’m going to be okay with whoever you want to write for

Prompts

The Heartbreakingly Beautiful

“I have measured out my life in coffee spoons” - The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S Eliot // the most beautiful and wonderful poem ever written don’t fight me on this // ( @writingsoftheloser w/ BLANK)

“I am so busy keeping my head above water that I scarcely know who I am, much less who anyone else is” - The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

“Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do you start missing everybody” - The Catcher In The Rye by J.D Salinger ( @takenbyheartstrings w/ Peter Parker)

“I should have made it as hard for you to leave me as it is now for me to leave you” - Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë ( @bensakindofmagic w/ Ben Hardy)

"The universe is bigger than anything that can fit into your mind." - Love Letters To The Dead by Ava Dellaira ( @petersfreckles w/ Peter Parker)

“You never forget the face of the person that is your last hope” - The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins ( @tom-holland-stuff w/ BLANK)

“Hope may be the thing that pulls you forward (may be the thing that keeps you going) but that it’s painful and dangerous and risky it’s making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?” - The Knife of Never Letting Go by Patrick Ness

“We can't fight another person's battle, no matter how much we want to.” - Holding Up The Universe by Jenifer Niven

“I'm sure I never used to be so sensitive. I think it is due to this nervous condition.” - The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

“Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all.” - Brideshead Revisited by Evelyn Waugh

The Hilariously and Painfully Relatable

“As far as I'm concerned, I came out of the womb spouting cynicism and wishing for rain.” - Solitaire by Alice Oseman

“Real courage is when you know you’re licked before you begin, but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what.” - To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

"And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good." - East of Eden by John Steinbeck ( @queen-paladin w/ Joe/Eugene/Charlie/Les Amis boy)

"We cross our bridges as we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and the presumption that once our eyes watered." - Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead by Tom Stoppard ( @lilulo-12 w/ Bucky)

"It's just that…I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is." - The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen ( @sataninsatin w/ Detective Loki)

“It was books that made me feel that I was not completely alone” - The Night Circus by Erin Mogenstern

“Was there some kind of rule against drop kicking arseholes in the face? Probably. They always had rules against things that needed to be done” - Made You Up by Francesca Zappia

“I would challenge you to a battle of wits but I see you are unarmed” - Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare ( @icantspellanything w/ Poe Dameron)

“Some people are born with an ear for music, some people are born with a talent for drawing, some people...have a built-in radar that tells them where a comma needs to go in a sentence.” - Our Chemical Hearts by Krystal Sutherland

“Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.” I Am The Messenger by Marcus Zusak

Fuck I’m Drowning In Fluff

“You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you” - Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin ( @mavalenovaninagavi w/ Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker)

“I love her, and that’s the beginning and end of everything” - The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Flitzgerald ( @angiefangirlworld-2 w/ Ben Hardy)

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” - Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë ( @fichoe21 w/ Bucky)

"The curves of your lips rewrite history." - Picture Of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde ( @sarahp879 w/ Bucky)

"[BLANK] was right. [They] never looked nice. [They] looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something." - Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Rowell ( @writing-of-a-british-bitch w/ Eggsy/Warren)

“Here’s my secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eye.” - The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

“Love is worth everything. Everything.” - Everything Everything by Nicola Yoon

“I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.” - Great Expectations by Charles Dickens ( @natdoesthings w/ Jake Gyllenhaal)

“I just want you to know that you’re very special and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has” - The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chebowsky ( @d-is-for-delightfull w/ Enjolras)

“Don’t you understand? You mean more to me than anything in this whole world!” - Peter Pan by J.M Barrie

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