#swrite

[mx-sinisters]

pairing; ladybug/cat noir, marinette dupain-cheng/adrien agreste

word count; 10.2k

rating; g

tags; canon universe, fortune telling, tarot, angst, hurt/comfort, pov alternating

notes; got a tarot deck for my bday a while back and fell down a rabbit hole learning how to do readings. my advice is to never learn how so ur friends and family don’t harass u every time they see u but that’s just me.

summary; françoise dupont middle school is abuzz with excitement when juleka starts reading her classmates' fortunes with almost scary accuracy. after a week of bad luck, marinette is hoping that the future has something good in store for her, especially if it has to do with adrien. what she gets instead is a reading that reveals a little too much.

“she’s alive!”

marinette swatted away alya’s playful poking. “yeah, yeah, just barely.”

it’d been a rough few days for marinette to put it lightly. she came down with a fever on monday and missed school. unfortunately for her, hawk moth didn’t do sick days. with cat noir out of town, she had no choice but to haul herself out of bed every time an akumatized villain appeared. the constant back-and-forth ended up doubling her recovery time. before she knew it, it was monday again and she was a week behind on homework and class rep duties.

the school courtyard was completely packed. excited whispers filled the air as marinette tried to weave her way between groups of students. she was only able to catch her breath once she made it into the safety of the locker room.

“what in the world is going on?”

“have you checked your texts?” alya asked.

she had a vague memory of checking her phone and being overwhelmed by the hundred or so unread messages. she’d add that to the ever-growing list of things she needed to catch up on. “uh, i was about to, but then–”

“save it,” alya rolled her eyes. “the short version of it is juleka’s been reading everyone’s fortunes with the tarot deck rose got her for her birthday. and they’ve been accurate. like, scary accurate.”

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#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #miraculous ladybug fanfic #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #ladybug #cat noir #chat noir #adrienette #adrien x marinette #marinette x adrien #ladynoir #ladybug x cat noir #ladybug x chat noir #cat noir x ladybug #chat noir x ladybug #tales of ladybug and cat noir #ladybug and chat noir #swrite

[aikenns]

Genre: Romance

Word Count: 2.5k

Rating: G

Tags: Winter, Photography, High School, Meet Cute

Notes: Completed for @writersconnection's Wintering Event

Summary: Felix is on the verge of failing his Digital Photography class. Fortunately for him, his teacher shows some mercy and offers him a make-up assignment to complete over winter break. Unfortunately for him, there's snow and a chance encounter with a girl who's a little too passionate about romances in the forecast.

"An F? Seriously?"

"You're telling me," Felix said, slamming his locker shut with an irritated sigh.

Markus thumbed through the Digital Photography assignment like he was missing something. Unfortunately for him, Felix had spent the entire morning examining and reexamining his photo and the attached rubric for where he went wrong. If there was anything to find, he would've found it hours ago.

"Didn't you say the assignment was supposed to be easy? Still life or something like that."

"Apparently photos of fruit baskets are about a hundred years out of style."

That was the answer Mr. Prescott gave Felix when he stuck around after class. While his composition and photo quality were average, his originality score had completely tanked him. The assignment dropped his semester grade from a D to an F. Not exactly how he wanted to start his winter break.

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#writersconnection #writerscommunity #writers on tumblr #writing #writer #writeblr #creative writing #original writing #original fiction #original romance #short story #romance #swrite

[swritesarikabhardwaj]

What are the seven Chakras of Human Body - Sarika Bhardwaj

Sarika Bhardwaj says "From the root to the crown, aligning my chakras to radiate positive energy." There are 7 chakras of human body i.e root chakra, sacral chakra, solar plexus chakra, heart chakra, throat chakra, third eye chakra, crown chakra.

#swrite #swritebysarika #sarika #sarikabhardwaj #chakrasofhumanbody #sevenchakras #rootchakra #sacralchakra #solarplexuschakra #heartchakra #throatchakra #thirdeyechakra #crownchakra

[marie-swriting]

What If - Jake "Hangman" Seresin

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Summary : After having an accident, Jake wants to live in the moment even more and take your relationship a step forward, but do you ?

Warnings : Bradshaw!Reader (Reader is Bradley's younger sister by two years), mention of plane accident, mention of deaths (parents and best friend), fear of losing loved ones, proposal, angst, sad ending, implied struggling with mental health, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 4.6k

French version

Song inspiration : Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift

You run in the hospital hallways, searching for room 322. Your anxiety increases with every step you take. Your destination seems unreachable. Your eyes are filled with tears but you hold them back. However, the second you walk through the door 322, they run free on your cheeks. Seeing Jake’s body laying down on the bed, hurt, doesn’t help to reduce your stress. Hearing you walking in the room, Jake gives you a big smile as if he didn’t almost die the day before. You get closer to him, examining him a bit more while wiping your cheeks. His left arm is in a sling, his head is bandaged and he has several cuts on his face.

“So, I heard you like bad boys,” Jake starts with a cocky smile, “is this good enough for you?”

“Jake, this is not the time to make jokes. You could have died!” you retort, sitting on the chair next to his bed.

“And I didn’t. I’m here and alive.”

“And hurt.”

“The fact is I’m alive. Thanks to your brother.” he specifies, showing Bradley with his chin.

“At least, we now know who is the best pilot.” your brother jokes.

“In your dreams, Rooster, I just wanted to test your ability to react quickly.”

“You’ll do your pissing contest later, tell me how you’re feeling.” you ask, still panicked.

“I’m fine. I almost don’t feel anything thanks to the meds. Y/N, I am fine, really.” Jake promises you, taking your hand with his right one.

“I’m gonna leave you alone.” Bradley informs you by pressing your shoulder. “Get some rest, Hangman.”

“I’m sorry for worrying you.” Jake says once you’re alone.

“Trust me, it’s not just worrying. I really thought… For a moment, I was sure…” you stutter, a tear rolling down your cheek again.

“I know, I’m sorry. Come here.” he invites you, moving in the best way so you can lie down.

“No, I might hurt you.”

“I don’t care.”

Reluctantly, you get closer to the bed. You think of the best way you could get in bed without hurting him. Jake rolls his eyes before dragging you towards him with his abled arm. You find yourself next to him and you put your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his natural scent and the hospital.

“Don’t ever do that again. I can’t lose you.” you mutter.

“You won’t lose me. I promise.” Jake affirms, forcing you to look at him. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, Jake.”

You give a small smile then you press your lips against Jake’s. Your kiss isn’t as passionate as it could be, yet it shares all the love you feel.

Once the night comes, you refuse to leave Jake. You literally beg the nurses to let you stay the night. At first, they insist on you leaving, nonetheless when you explain how scared you were to lose your boyfriend and how you can only stay in San Francisco for two days due to your job, they accept. Therefore, you’re currently on the chair in the corner of the room with a thin blanket. Jake wanted you to stay with him on the bed but you said you wouldn’t, you are afraid you might hurt him while sleeping. Your unimportant argument lasted thirty minutes but you stood your ground until the end.

Tired because of his medicines, Jake fell asleep in a few minutes. As for you, you stay awake, watching his chest rise and fall at the rhythm of his breaths. You don’t dare to look away, fearing that by doing so, he might stop respiring. 

Notwithstanding, with the hours passing by and with all the emotion you felt, Morpheus comes to embrace you in his arms. At first, your sleep is relaxing though as soon as you start dreaming, your breathing quickens. You see Jake lying on the ground unconscious, you hear your own heart-rending scream when Bradley tells you about an accident, you smell the rain while the coffin sinks in the ground, you touch the tears on your fingers whilst you’re wiping your cheeks and finally, you feel your own heart that seems like it stopped beating in your chest. 

You wake up jumping at that last sensation. You calm down your breathing while you stare at Jake, wanting to make sure he’s still alive in his hospital bed. You can’t see his chest moving, you panic then you stand up from the chair and run to him. Jake lightly opens the mouth before closing it several times and then changing position in the bed. Seeing him moving makes you sigh in relief. 

Jake is okay. Jake is alive. Jake is not dead. Jake will not die.

No matter how many times you repeat those sentences like a mantra, your anxiety still doesn’t leave your body. Tears threaten to really stream down your face so you discreetly leave the room. Thankfully, the corridor is empty, allowing you to cry your eyes out. You hold back sobs as much as you can. If you sobbed, you would wake Jake up for sure.

You need a moment to calm down your tears. Seeing Jake hurt because of his work in the Navy overwhelmed you so much for several reasons. The first one being because you love Jake and you don’t want to lose him. The second one is because of the buried memories. Your dad died when you were still a baby and Bradley was only two. You don’t have memories of him but you know how much his death affected your mom. The loss of your father isn’t the only one haunting you. You also lost your best friend Lucy. You had been friends with her since you were four years old. You were inseparable until she enlisted in the army and died at twenty. 

Receiving Bradley’s call about Jake gave you a glimpse of what your mother and Lucy’s mom went through, a trial you always hoped you’d never face.

Once you're sure you won’t fall apart, you go back in the room. By some miracle, Jake didn’t hear you leaving or entering, probably because of the medicine - normally, he’s a light sleeper. You walk back to the chair and stay awake the whole night, you don’t want to sit through another tragic scenario made by your brain.

The next day, you stay with Jake until the evening. You don’t want to leave him behind in the hospital, however, you have work so you don’t have a choice. Bradley promises you he’ll stay with Jake until his family comes during the week-end and he’ll keep you updated on Jake’s health. You only trust Bradley for this, you know Jake might not tell you everything to not worry you.

When you’re back home, you find your apartment dull. What is supposed to make you feel better can’t comfort you whilst in your mind, you get more lost in your deepest fears. The fact you’re in the process of moving out doesn’t help. 

Jake and you are supposed to get a small house together. You should have the keys in two weeks, his deployment was supposed to be over by then. A few days ago, you were still looking forward to leaving your apartment and living with the man you love and now, you don’t know anymore.

Your relationship has always been exceptional, not only because he’s a good man but also considering that, before him, you wouldn’t allow yourself to date an army man. You always knew your mother as a half empty shell so you always wanted to protect yourself from the same deadly fate and the loss of Lucy didn’t help either. You’re already worried about losing your brother and Maverick, whom you consider as your uncle, you don’t want to risk losing your partner, too. Therefore, you had always refused to fall in love with a man like this. Before, you could do it until Jake appeared in your life; just like his personality, his entrance in your life was loud. You tried to resist it but your heart didn’t give you a choice so, for the first time, you broke your own rule. Your relationship with Jake is the most beautiful one you’ve ever had and you have no regrets about it. You used to have no regrets about it. His accident was a good reminder of how dangerous his job is. 

Until you came home, you tried to shut down your fears and your doubts though, now, in your half-empty apartment, you can’t ignore it anymore. That night, you can’t sleep, your mind too busy to torture you.

Unfortunately for you, your mind doesn't give you one second of peace. The following days, you doubt your whole relationship with Jake, imagining the worst case scenarios in which he’d die during several milestones : your first house together, your wedding, pregnancies, anniversaries. The list never seems to end. You can’t be optimistic about it. You’re completely lost in your worries to the point where you end up living like a robot. You’re making yourself sick while anticipating the worst.

Your downward spiral is interrupted a week later by a knock on your door one morning. At first, you ignore the noise, comfortably staying in your discontent. However, when the person insists, you leave your bed and open them, not without sighing, annoyed. You’re about to tell the person to leave but the presence of Jake stops you. He wasn’t supposed to come back to San Diego right now and yet, here he is, in front of you, a big smile on his face and his left arm still in the sling and his wounds on his face starting to fade.

“Jake? What are you doing here? You still need to rest!”

“I know, I wanted to see you though and I couldn’t wait so I took the night train at the last minute. Can I come in?” Jake asks and  you let him in, still surprised.

“Why didn’t you call me? I could have come during the weekend.”

“I wanted to surprise you. You’re okay ? You look under the weather.” he observes, stroking your cheek.

“I should ask you this, you’re the one who almost died not even a week ago.” you answer, taking his hand in yours.

“I’m better, Y/N. Even Bradley told you so. The recovery is gonna be long but I’ll be okay.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“I love when you go all mother hen. It’s cute.” he says, kissing your cheek and you let go of a laugh.

“You’re an idiot. Let’s go to the living room.” you invite him, starting to walk. “Do you want something to drink?”

“No. I just want to talk to you.” Jake informs you.

“About what?”

You frown when he prevents you from sitting on your couch. He slowly strokes your hand before taking a deep breath.

“Look, you know I always try to enjoy the present and with this accident, it really made me realise how precious what we currently have is. I don’t want to waste any seconds, I want to enjoy every moment with you. There is something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a moment now but I would keep telling myself it might be too early so I always pushed it back then I talked about it with my mom and she convinced me to jump in with both feet.”

“Jake, what do you mean?” you question, stress twisting your stomach.

“Y/N,” Jake resumes, looking deeply in your eyes, “since the second I saw you, I knew you were the woman made for me. I knew you were worth the fight, even if, at first, you wouldn’t pay attention to me. You’re the most intelligent, funny, compassionate and beautiful woman I know. We will have our own house soon and I can’t wait to reach this milestone with you but I’d love for us to reach another one.” he confesses, putting one knee down and your eyes are wide open.

“Jake.”

“Y/N, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

“Wh-what ?” you stutter and Jake nervously laughs.

“Will you marry me?”

“Are you serious?” you question, dropping his hand.

“Huh, yes, I even have the ring.” he specifies, taking out the ring from his pocket, “Though I gotta admit, I think of saying it’s just a joke right now, you’re making me nervous.”

“I’m just surprised. I don’t know what to say.” you defend yourself.

Your eyes are set on Jake’s ring. You’ve seen it before. He’d shown it to you the day you first met his parents a year ago. It’s his great-grand-mother’s ring. It’s simple but you find it beautiful.

“It’s easy, say yes or no.” Jake replies with an anxious smile.

“Jake, we’ve only been together for two years.” you argue and Jake stands up.

“We don’t have to get married next year. We can be engaged for several years. We can wait before calling each other husband and wife, but I have to admit I’d love to, at least, call you my fianc��e.”

“Jake, I can’t.” you end up saying.

“What, do you have a first husband in your attic or something?” Jake laughs and you see the panic in his eyes.

“No, I can’t marry you.”

Your sentence sounds like a fatal blow in Jake’s ears. He stays silent, staring at you without understanding what’s going on. He gets a grip on himself when his phone rings in his pocket. Jake knows it’s his mom. She knew he was going to propose today and she is impatient to call you her daughter-in-law. However, it looks like it won’t be the case. Jake opens his mouth several times before managing to utter something:

“What? Why?”

“I… I can’t.”

“But I love you, we love each other. You love me, right?” he asks, doubtful.

“Of course I love you, Jake, more than I ever loved before.” you promise him, making him frown.

“What’s the problem then?”

“I don’t want to marry you.”

If your first refusal already seemed awful to him, the sentence you just said is the final blow. The fact that you don’t want to marry him breaks his heart. He’s lost. It was supposed to be a joyful moment and yet, the ground is falling apart under him.

“What? Did something happen? Did I do something? I… I thought everything was fine between us.”

“It is.”

“Y/N, you have to stop being vague, I don’t understand anything.” he retorts with a strong tone. “What’s going on?”

“You should leave.”

“No, We have to talk about it. You can’t tell me you love me then tell me you don’t want to marry me. Talk to me, Y/N, you have to talk to me. Give me a reason, at least.”

“You wouldn’t understand.” you answer, avoiding his eyes.

“If you explained to me, maybe I’d understand. Are… Are you breaking up with me? Is that why you haven’t been calling me lately?” he questions, desperately searching for an explanation for your behaviour.

“I’ve just been thinking a lot and I think it’s best if we stop right now. I’m sorry, Jake, but I can’t keep being with you. You’ll find someone with whom you’ll share your life with and who will want to marry you.”

“I want it to be you.” he says with a weak tone, tearing up.

“Jake, please.”

“Very well then.” Jake accepts, hurt in his eyes.

Jake turns around and at the rhythm of his steps, your heart breaks whilst you’re looking at him walking to the door. You begged him to leave and yet, you only want to scream at him to come back to you and to hold you in his arms while you apologise. Yet, you stay silent. Jake doesn’t look back when he closes the door.

Once you’re alone, you fall down on your couch. In your head, you convince yourself it’s the best decision. After all, you should feel relieved, now, you don’t have to worry about losing Jake because of his job anymore. Nevertheless, your mind is not calm. You don’t know which way to turn but for different reasons. You wish it was different, it was easier, he had another job, you weren’t afraid. You spend the night crying while removing every trace of Jake in your apartment and unpack some boxes. You have to move on right now before you lose yourself a bit more.

You haven’t talked to Jake for three weeks. He tried to contact you but you ignored every one of his calls. He first wanted to fix your relationship before understanding it was too late, though he wants explanations, explanations you keep for yourself. You don’t want to tell him, you know it’s ridiculous. Why end a relationship given a potential “what if” when everything is fine? However, you also know if you had moved ahead with Jake, you would have ended up sabotaging your relationship. Technically, it’s what you did though at least, you didn’t have to call lawyers to leave his life.

Bradley tried to call you, too, and just like for Jake, you ignored him. Jake probably told him about your break up and Bradley, always being the honourable man, wants to fix the situation. Except the situation can’t be fixed. You don’t want to fix the situation.

When you come back from work that day, you’re surprised to discover your brother at your doorstep. Without thinking, you run in his arms. Sure, you’ve been ignoring him lately but you missed him. The last time you saw each other, you were too focused on Jake to pay attention to him. He holds you in his arms and strokes your back. As soon as you break your embrace, you let Bradley in. You go to your kitchen while talking about banality. Whilst walking, Bradley pays attention to your apartment and notices there isn’t a picture of Jake anymore. Once you’re sitting at the table, you stay silent, waiting for who will be the first to talk about the subject.

“We should talk about the elephant in the room, don’t you think?” Bradley says after a few minutes.

“There’s nothing to say.” you retort, tensed.

“Y/N, you threw away a two years relationship for no reason.”

“I have my reasons.”

“Which are? Jake is probably curious to know them.”

“If you came here to make things better, you’re wasting your time, Brad’.”

“You can’t act like that and expect to not justify yourself. You were happy with Jake, you love him and you broke up without giving a warning. I have to admit when he told me you refused his proposal, I was shocked. I thought you were gonna say yes without hesitating.”

“You knew?”

“He asked me before coming here. I confess, I laugh at him, I didn’t expect him to ask for your hand or give me a heads-up, like he said.” Bradley informs with a smile, thinking back to the memory. “Everything was good between you two, wasn’t it? So why?”

“It’s better like this. He’ll have a wife who knows how to stay and I won’t suffer.”

“Wait, is all of this because of the parents and Lucy?” he questions, understanding the reason. “You’re still with this stupid no-dating-army-guy rule? I thought we were over with it! Y/N, you can’t ruin your life just because you’re scared.”

“I don’t want to end up like mom! You can’t blame me! We were kids but you can’t deny there was a before and an after with mom. She wasn’t laughing like she used to, she wasn’t smiling like she used to. She was the shadow of her former self. I don’t want to go through this if Jake were to die.” you confess.

“It’s because of his accident, isn’t it?”

“It reminded me he could die at any given moment with his work.”

“Just like he could die off-duty. He can have an accident, have a heart attack, choke while eating. You don’t know what will happen in the future. You can’t condemn yourself ‘cause you’re too afraid he might die while flying. It’s ridiculous.” Bradley affirms, resolutely.

“I’m already afraid of losing you and Mav’ and I already lost Lucy and we lost dad, I don’t want Jake to join this list. Can’t you really blame me? I’d rather protect myself by not being afraid everytime my boyfriend goes to work.”

“Let’s imagine the worst were to happen, don’t you think it’d be better to think you spent every second with him? You’d rather live with regrets? You’d rather break your own heart?”

“At least, I know why I’m hurting.”

“Y/N, you have to think about it again.” he sighs. “You have to get out of your head that the worst will happen. You can’t prevent yourself from being happy because of what could happen. You deserve a beautiful life and to be with Jake. I never saw you this happy before and it kills me to see you throw it away because you’re scaring yourself.”

“The problem is I can’t help it,” you start with trembling lips. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it when we first got together then it got better. However, since his accident, it’s been worse. Since your call, I keep imagining what could have happened and what could happen and I’m tired of it, Bradley. I’ll never get rid of it and I hate it but that’s how it is. Believe me, if I could change, I’d do it right now, but I can’t.”

Bradley hugs you as soon as he sees you crying. He holds you against him until your tears stop a few hours later. His heart aches seeing you hurting this much. He knows you’ve always been more affected by your father’s death. Being the youngest, the emptiness you feel about your dad has always been stronger. It got worse with Lucy’s death. That day, Bradley really saw you get broken. He hated every second of this moment of your life. He hates seeing suffering like you currently are. Several times, Bradley tried to help you, he advised you to go see a professional but you’ve always refused. Until now, he had hoped your fears would ease with time, yet, your relationship with Jake just proved him it got worse and he doesn’t know what to do. He’s completely distraught whilst he keeps holding you against him, hoping to give you some kind of comfort. 

Two months have passed since your break up. You take it day by day to heal your broken heart. Bradley tries to stay with you as much as he can while Jake isn’t surrounded by anyone. He prefers to wear a mask and pretend your negative answer isn’t hurting him. Nevertheless, the second he’s home alone, his mask falls and he allows himself to feel all his pain. Jake, who has always done it, manages to fool everyone with his fake cocky smile. Almost everyone. Coyote sees right through him.

That night is no exception. Sitting at the counter in the Hard Deck, Jake is drinking his third alcoholic drink. Jake has isolated himself from the rest of the Dagger Squad, saying he’s tired and wanted to be alone. Though, Javy doesn’t let him be in the doldrums. He sits on the stool next to Jake and orders a beer from Penny. Coyote gives him some minutes of peace before speaking.

“Wanna talk about it?”

Coyote doesn’t even need to specify for Jake to understand. Your relationship has been a taboo subject for two months.

“Not really.” Jake says, taking a sip.

“You should.” he replies while Penny hands him his beer. “Do you at least know why she made this decision?”

Jake didn’t tell anyone the reason for your fallout. He feels humiliated enough by your harsh refusal to his proposal, he wants to bury the end of your relationship and never talk about it again. Though Javy is right, Jake knows he has to open up.

“Rooster talked to her. Turns out she doesn’t want to marry me because she’s scared I might die on-duty.”

“Did your accident scare her that much?” Javy questions, taken aback.

“It was the final straw but she’s always been scared apparently. I mean, I suspected it, you know, seeing what we do for a living, it makes sense. She also lost her dad and her best friend in similar circumstances. The problem is I didn’t know those deaths affected her that much. Anyway, there is nothing else to say.”

Coyote doesn't say anything for a moment, taking in the information and the way might have felt when he learned them.

“Well, she would have made such a lovely bride. What a shame she’s fucked in the head.” he says, ignoring what else to say.

“She suffered and she doesn’t want to go through this pain again, we can’t blame her. I’m not saying she should stay lost in her fear, it’s not healthy though, I get why she does.” Jake states before taking a deep breath and finishing his drink in one go. “I just wish she would trust our love more than her fears.”

Once he comes home, Jake sits down on his couch, sighing loudly. He runs a hand on his face, emotionally drained. As soon as his hand lands on his thigh, his eyes find a picture hung beside his TV that he didn’t have the strength to remove. It’s a photo he took at the beginning of your relationship, more precisely the day you told each other ‘I love you’ for the first time.

You had spent the day at the beach during summer. The sun was setting down whilst you were laughing at a stupid sentence Jake had said. He had stopped laughing before you, admiring you while you tried to calm your laughter. Then, Jake had looked deeply in your eyes and he had said those three words so simple and yet, so powerful. You had replied the following second with a big smile on your face. Before leaving the beach, Jake had asked to immortalise this moment. Thinking back on it, it was cliché and cheesy but Jake didn’t care. For you, he would have done the most cliché gestures if it could make you break a smile.

Jake keeps staring at the picture, your relationship running in his head. Without noticing it, he tears up before the tears stream down his face. It’s the third time he cries since your break up. The first time, it was the night of the proposal after he went home and the second time, when Bradley explained to him the reason behind your ‘no’.

Jake has never been good with his emotions. Between his education and his work in the army, he’s never learned to put words on his pain and to accept being vulnerable. With you, he had succeeded to understand himself better and to open up. It was still complicated despite two years together but he had improved. Now, he is back to square one. He’s back to his shell, running away from his emotions. Though, it doesn’t mean his mind isn’t haunted by 'what if's. What if he never had this accident? What if he had seen right through your fears sooner? What if he had managed to reassure you? What if he had managed to convince you to get the help you need? What if everything was different?

As for you, the questions are similar. Every night, you torture your own mind before crying yourself to sleep whilst looking at the spot where there once was the picture of your first ‘I love you’ before you ripped it off from your bedroom wall just like you ripped off both of your hearts from your chest.

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[sapphirefate]

My demon

I was pleased to meet a devil who treated me better,

He refused a deal but protected me like Heather.

He had a tattoo etched into him perhaps, he was etched into my soul.

He was an angel to me while a devil to the rest of the world.

When he said he would leave me alone,

I pleaded for a deal and pledged my soul.

But he left me with scars while all I needed was him because he was my home.

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[girlsjustwannadrawwhump]

Caretaker is Whumper

Whumper loves whumpee.

They love Whumpee more than anything, they feel so lucky to be spending every day by their side. Even if that means pushing them around in a wheelchair, lifting them into bed, helping them get dressed, picking up their medicine, washing vomit out of buckets, doing all their laundry and preparing every meal, they happily do it all. Because all they want, all that they’ve wanted from the moment they first saw them, is to be with Whumpee.

“Make sure you take them both.” Whumper says, handing over two pills and a glass of water to the emaciated person in bed. Whumpee accepts them with shaking hands.

“I hate how they taste,” they mutter after swallowing, “they always make me feel nauseous.”

“There’s very little that doesn’t make you nauseous nowadays,” Whumper chuckles lightly, their attempt at lightning the mood not being returned.

“It’s just that, none of these pills are actually going to help me, they just ease symptoms.” Whumpee looks up at Whumper.

“Do you think they’ll ever figure out what’s wrong with me?” they ask, eyes filled with desperation.

“Whumpee I would love to sugarcoat this, but I just wouldn’t know what other tests they could still run.” They keep eye contact as they watch Whumpee’s heart break.

“Realistically speaking, it might be best to think about accepting this as more of a disability rather than a disease. And maybe we could look for ways to make your life more fulfilling despite the state you’re in.”

Whumpee’s eyes tear up at the mere idea of this being permanent, they can’t help but to cry.

“There now” Whumper sits down at their bedside, softly stroking Whumpee’s back. “I’ll help you; we’ll figure this out together.”

“I- I don’t want this to last forever…” Whumpee sobbed, “It’s so hard.”

“I know, but I’ll be right here with you every step of the way.”

“I can’t thank you enough for everything you’re doing,” Whumpee sniffles through tears, “you barely knew me, but you came through for me more than my friends or family ever did.”

Whumper takes them into an embrace.

“And I’m not going anywhere.”

---

Whumpee sits outside on the porch in their wheelchair, Whumper brings them out here every evening at sunset for some fresh air. It hurts to remember all the nights they spent partying, all their old friends are still out there, having fun. They barely ever visit anymore, and why would they? There’s no fun to be had here, they’re spending all their nights on the porch like a goddamn old person.

They need to feel some independence, maybe it was the lack of exercising that made them more sick? Maybe if they just start moving, it will get easier as they go. Whumpee takes the first step out of their wheelchair, the dizziness nearly makes them fall back down. They’re seeing stars, but surely that will clear up in a bit. They take another few steps, now leaning against the fence. It’s too much, they need to get back to the chair, they need Whumper- they need Whumper to…

They can’t have Whumpee running off like that, running back to their old life, their old friends, away from Whumper.

Their vision goes black.

It doesn’t take long for Whumper to find them, passed out right outside their home. They hurriedly carry them back to bed, tucking them in lovingly and making sure they’re not hurt.

Whumpee shouldn’t have been able to do that, they have far too much energy. Clearly the pills aren’t doing enough anymore, is Whumpee building up a tolerance? No matter, that can be remedied. Whumper is just going to need to add some of the substance to Whumpee’s cup of morning tea as well.

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Based on this “Munchhausen Syndrome by proxy” prompt I wrote a few months ago :)

#whump #sickfic #caretaker is whumper #whump writing #whump drabble #tw vomit mention #Swrites

[h2oblivious]

WOAH! I’m back!

Here’s a new chapie for LYAML~ :V

#star wars #fanfic #obikin #h2’swriting #lovedyouallmylifeobikin #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi

[thisadnesswillneverend]

Blue skies

White clouds

Taking any shape you could ever imagine

Buildings tall as if they could touch the sky

Leaves swaying in light breeze

Birds getting out of their nest in search of food

Squirrels making high pitched noise

Do they ever think about their purpose

And

Here I'm screaming what's the meaning of all this pain

#swrites #existentialism #writing #shitty writing #meaning #meaning of life #what #whats the point of all this

[shcherbatskya]

that book is better than any rpf anyone could ever write. my heart is soaring i go to sleep with high spirits and a wonderful outlook on the next day.

#not all the way wonderful i do have a two swrite apaperz #samael speaks

[subparslytherin]

bridgerton fic recs 2

🐝 = fav

masterlists

bridgerton @inpraizeof

anthony bridgerton

i really care about you @marie-swriting 🐝

no longer in denial @iwritefandomimagines

benedict bridgerton

not for him @iwritefandomimagines

bb’s posts @clemswinecorner-socials

(be)longing @fayes-fics

simon basset

a lady of the greatest honor @multifandomfix

#bridgerton imagines #bridgerton one shots #anthony bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton x reader #simon basset x reader #anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #simon basset #benedict bridgerton x y/n #anthony bridgerton x y/n #simon basset x y/n #bridgerton recs

[mx-sinisters]

pairing; cat noir/ladybug, adrien agreste/marinette dupain-cheng

word count; 5.1k

rating; t

tags; canon universe, alternate universe, time travel, implied/referenced character death

notes; saw that shadybug & claw noir is gonna be about alternate universes and wanted to have some fun with it.

summary; cat noir is getting nowhere with ladybug romantically and doesn't know what to do next. his soul-searching is interrupted when his future self drops in needing help returning to his time. cat noir is happy to help, especially if that means getting a peek at how his and ladybug's relationship turns out. the only problem is that his future self isn't who he says he is.

“another purrfect job, m’lady. pound it!”

cat noir waited for the familiar brush of ladybug’s knuckles against his, but it never came. he looked over to see her leaning against a nearby railing. instead of taking in the dazzling city lights that illuminated the streets below, she seemed distracted.

“are you alright?”

ladybug jumped, spinning to face him a bit too quickly. “oh, yes, i’m alright. it’s just been a long day.”

“c’mon, bugaboo. you know this cat’s got sharper eyes than that,” he said, moving to stand beside her. “what’s on your mind? you can tell me anything.”

pushing like this always resulted in cat noir getting scolded. ‘keeping their identities secret’ and all that. but he couldn’t help himself. if there was even the smallest chance of getting a glimpse of who was under that spotted mask, he’d take it every single time.

to his surprise, he wasn’t immediately shut down. silence hung between them as ladybug wrung her hands. eventually, she spoke.

“when i’m ladybug, i feel like i can see everything clearly. i have a mission. i have a plan for my lucky charm. i have you. because of that, i can be confident, brave. i wish that translated to my everyday life.”

cat noir was too busy processing the fact that ladybug had willingly shared information about her secret identity to register what she was saying. once the realization set in, it hit him like a sucker punch.

“this is about the guy you like, isn’t it?”

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#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #miraculous ladybug fanfic #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #cat noir #chat noir #ladybug #adrienette #adrien x marinette #ladynoir #ladybug and chat noir #ladybug x cat noir #ladybug x chat noir #chat noir x ladybug #swrite

[nekoannie-chan]

Masterlist of reblogged authors during 2022 #-D

This is the list of the writers that I reblogged during this year 2022 in alphabetical order. Unfortunately, some blogs no longer exist, so they were not included.

@1000night  @nana1000night Masterlist

@abbatoirablaze Masterlist

@abit-of-mayhem Masterlist

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@alwayssunnyinedensgate  Masterlist

@americaswritings Masterlist

@ana-swritings  Masterlist

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@anika-ann Masterlist

@animnerd Masterlist

@assembletheimagines Masterlist

@astheskycries Masterlist

@avengersimaginings Masterlist

@barb-aricyawp  Masterlist

@becca-e-barnes Masterlist

@binkszamsstuff Masterlist

@blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms  Masterlist

@bluemusickid Masterlist

@blushstories Masterlist

@bolontiku Masterlist

@bonky-n-steeb Masterlist

@bonkywobble Masterlist

@britishserpent Masterlist

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@bucky-boo-bear Masterlist

@cactiem Masterlist

@callmeluna Masterlist

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@captain-rogers-beard Masterlist

@carpediemm-18 Masterlist

@carryonmywaywardbucky Masterlist

@charmed-asylum Masterlist

@chiefdirector Masterlist

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@clints-lucky-arrow Masterlist

@cockslutpadalecki Masterlist

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@daisysliv Masterlist

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor  Masterlist

@ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused Masterlist

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@donutloverxo Masterlist

@druckkugelschreiber Masterlist

#Annie recommends #stardust reblog challenge

[illwynd]

did u once say u were swriting a skrull thor tr au fic or did i imagine that

hey nonny! not your imagination. i did say that, and now that LMD is finally finished I'll be able to start really working on it again. in fact i was sitting in doctor's office with no pants on the other day and suddenly had a bolt of inspiration for a thing i needed to figure out for it, so things are in fact actively happening with it!

(the lack of pants is not really related to the nature of the inspiration but i did think it was amusing timing)

that said, i don't like to start posting until i have a fic at least mostly written, and with what i've already plotted and written i'm guessing it's probably gonna be a long and involved one, so it may still be a while before it's ready for other eyes.

but with that caveat, to whet your appetite, what i'm excited about with it is that... when i sat down to plot it, i was really struck by how much good material there was that Marvel simply left unused in the IW/EG movies, and that really all it needs is to be written by someone who actually cares about the characters, for people who have actually been paying attention. and i was also struck by just how many problems it would fix on the characterization front if the real Thor had been abducted sometime after AoU and replaced with a deep-cover skrull.

(spoilers below)

so that's where it starts, basically: with Loki, during TR, shocked and horrified by this change in his brother but believing that Thor has really just changed enough to happily abandon him twitching in pain on an alien planet. But instead of Loki sticking around on the ship to get killed by Thanos, he decides fuck that shit and bails. Ends up in a grungy bar on some backwater planet, nursing his emotional wounds.

Elsewhere, the real Thor has just spent a long while imprisoned in a dark cell by some unknown enemy that he encountered while on the search for the infinity stones after his visions in the Norn pool on earth, and when at last he gets free he finds himself on a ship in deep space. Steals an escape pod and manages to get away, to end up... in a grungy bar on some backwater planet. And that guy at the other end of the bar looks oddly like his brother... his dead brother, who he last saw speared through and bleeding out on Svartalfheim. Cue all the drama, distrust, and confusion and then them finally figuring out what happened.

So ultimately the two of them have to both go after the skrull impersonating Thor on the Statesman and stop Thanos from getting all the infinity stones, all while they sort out what went wrong with their relationship and whether there's any way to fix it.

(I'm really looking forward to working on it more, because it'll let me both fix TR/IW/EG and write some really fucked-up shit, and I have been craving writing some fucked-up shit.)

#replies #anon #thanks for the ask! #my fic #skrull thor

[marie-swriting]

The Slut Of Hawkins - Steve Harrington [1/2]

Emails I Can't Send Masterlist

Stranger Things Masterlist

Part two

Part one - two (French version)

Summary : You're paying for the consequences of dating Steve Harrington.

Warnings : italics are for flashbacks, Slutshaming, school bullying (reader getting bullied) (talk to someone if you're being bullied!), implied sex, Steve is a bit of a coward, bad relationship with parents, angst, sad ending, fighting.

Word count : 3.5k

Song inspiration : Because I Liked A Boy by Sabrina Carpenter

The laughs were filling the fresh air of the early night. Laying on your backyard trampoline, you were cuddling against Steve. You had been getting closer recently and you had to admit, it made you feel good to have someone to talk to, especially when your parents weren’t there - which was pretty often, that night was another proof.

Steve held you a bit tighter in his arms while you were talking about your favourite singers. You had said some names like Madonna, Bowie though, it was the mention of The Beatles that caught his attention.

“The album Help! is definitely my favourite.” Steve informed you.

“Same for me, I love all of the songs but You’re Going To Lose That Girl and It’s Only Love have a special place in my heart.” you said whilst Steve looked away. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, it’s just that It’s Only Love was our song, to me and Nancy.”

“You really loved her, didn’t you?”

“She was my first love. Unfortunately, it ended pretty badly. It became complicated after her best friend Barbara disappeared. Besides, I have to admit, I was at fault, too but I’m trying to be better.”

“I’m sure you will.” you affirmed hugging him a bit more against you. “You’re not the same Steve you used to be. We wouldn’t be here, otherwise. You’re a good person, Steve, don’t doubt it for a second.” 

“Thanks for what you just said.” Steve smiled at you.

“Anyway, what do you think of I Need You?”

“Not really my favourite.”

“Steve Harrington, I am appalled! How dare you say this kind of stuff?” you exclaim, faking shock.

“You asked for my opinion.”

“And you were supposed to agree with me.”

“I don’t like it, it’s not my fault.”

“You just don’t get this song. You’ll see, you’ll be a fan of it one day, I’ll make sure of it.” you stated looking at him right in the eyes.

“I’m dying to see that.”

Your lips were only a few inches away. You didn’t dare to make the first step, even if you were dying to, you were too afraid to have read too much in between the lines. You liked Steve a lot, but you weren’t sure he wanted the same thing. Steve looked at you with stars and tenderness in his eyes, yours were quite similar. You both were waiting to see which one would bend first. Steve was the one who ended up breaking the inches by pressing his lips against yours. Your lips were moving slowly, taking in this innocent moment of the beginning of your relationship.

Now, the innocence is gone. Once you close your locker door, the word “slut” is written in big letters, reminding you of the price you had to pay for this moment. Who knew cuddling on trampolines could be so reckless? 

Far away, Steve is watching you. However, the second you turn your head toward him, he looks down and goes in the opposite direction. It’s been the same thing for a month. You are called names and Steve turns a blind eye. You are accused of being a homewrecker and Steve receives sympathy for the pain you supposedly caused him.

During the day, you keep your head low, not wanting to draw more attention to you. Unfortunately, the insults just like the degrading pieces of paper keep coming your way. The only moment of peace you have is during lunchtime. 

At first, you hid in the bathroom then you ended up running into some girls who made you understand they weren’t on your side so you went to find a safe place in the janitor closet. At least, no one can bother you there. You don’t like the way you accepted the bullying however every time you tried to explain the situation, no one listened to you. So, now, you don’t say anything and you let people tell you who you are, hoping this story will end soon. 

In the afternoon, you have chemistry. As you got used to the past month, you sit at the end of the class, wanting to be far away from your classmates' judging look. You do your best to stay focused on the lesson but you have to admit since the beginning of the rumours, your grades have been falling. You keep your energy to survive the comments so you don’t have enough of it to keep your grades high.

While you finish writing what Mr. Kaminski just said, he announces you’ll work in pairs. Right away, your stomach twists and you want to throw up. You can’t work in pairs. You’ve never been a fan of group projects however now you hate it; it’s an open door to being called names nonstop for a whole hour. The teacher informs he’s already made the groups before saying them out loud. Like a convicted person, you wait for him to say your name. You’re part of the last group and you’re with Tucker Walker. At the mention of his name, you want to die. He’s part of the basketball team and he’s entitled. You don’t like him. You try to negotiate with your teacher to work alone but he insists.

“Come here, Y/L/N, I’m not gonna eat you.” Tucker laughs.

Reluctantly, you gather your stuff and go to his desk. You put as much distance as possible, wanting to avoid new rumours.

“I’m going to do the whole exercise and I’ll put your name on the sheet like this, you’ll have nothing to do.” you announce while starting to read what you have to do.

“Who said I didn’t want to work with you?”

“I don’t want to work with you.” you specify. “Now, do something else and let me work.”

“On the contrary, I’m sure I can be useful.” he contradicts, putting his hand on your knee.

“Take your hand off.” you say through gritting teeth.

“What?”

“Your hand. I don’t like you and if I’m not mistaken, you’re with someone.”

“It didn’t stop you with Harrington.” he says before leaning in. “You can meet me behind school later.”

“No.”

“You don’t have to play hard-to-get because we’re in class.”

“I’m not playing hard-to-get, I just don’t like you.” you repeat, trying to stay calm.

“That's what you say now.”

By some luck, Tucker takes his hand off and lets you work. You’re surprised to see him give up so easily. You know it’s hiding something else, from now on, you have to avoid him.

You finish the work sheet the same second the bell rings at the end of the class. You pack your stuff quickly and give the sheet to your teacher before leaving the room. Tucker doesn’t follow, allowing you to sigh in relief.

Walking by your locker, you discover the insult is gone. It’s one of the positive things with the janitor, he always erases the insults right away. Though, no matter how many times he erases them, he’s never reported it to the principal, leaving you on your own with the high schooler venom.

The moment you leave school, you walk to your car when you get stopped in your tracks. In front of you, there are four girls, Jessica - Tucker’s girlfriend - included. You try to not show anything, mentally preparing yourself for what she’s going to tell you.

“What makes you think you can hit on Tucker, my boyfriend?” she asks drily, “Being his chemistry partner and telling him to meet you behind school? That’s where you were going, weren’t you? He’s not coming. Unlike Steve, he won’t let the slut of Hawkins destroy our relationship.” Jessica affirms, you’re about to answer when she beats you to it. “Don’t even try to deny it, Tucker told me and Sarah heard you!”

“Well, she can’t hear correctly then and your boyfriend is lying. Tucker is the one who hit on me and I stopped him. He put his hand on my knee and told me to meet him behind school.” you retort, annoyed.

“You think I’m gonna believe you over my boyfriend and my best friend?”

“I know you’re not going to believe me. It’s so much easier to believe your boyfriend who tells you what you want to hear rather than the girl who shows you the true colour of your boyfriend. Don’t be too disappointed the day you’ll discover he’s cheated on you, if he hasn’t done it already.” you state with a fake smile.

“Take that back.”

“Why ? Everyone knows he’s a cheater.”

“He’s different with me.” Jessica insists and you shake your head.

“That's what he wants you to believe but the truth is, he’s sleeping around while keeping you under his hat.”

The sound of the slap resonates in the school parking lot. You look at Jessica with eyes wide open whilst you’re touching your cheek. For you, that’s your last straw, you answer to her attack by pulling at her hair. Jessica’s scream alerts the adults around while her friends try to separate you two. You keep giving her a piece of your mind when two arms wrap themselves around your body and gets you away from Jessica. Being separated doesn’t stop both of you from insulting one another and trying to go for the throat again until Mister Jenkins arrives.

“That’s enough! What is going on here?”

“She attacked me!” Jessica lies, pointing at you.

“What? You’re the one who slapped me first.”

“She’s lying, we saw her, sir!” a friend of Jessica adds.

“They’re lying, Jessica did hit her first.”

Looking behind you, you discover the one who is holding you back and who is defending you is none other than Eddie Munson. You didn’t even see he was around and you certainly didn’t expect him to defend you.

“Are you seriously going to believe what Munson is saying?” Jessica questions, faking tears. “He’s always against us! He’d say anything to get us in trouble. I’m the victim here-”

“You’re talking nonsense, you-” you cut her off before Jenkins gets your attention back.

“Enough! I have enough. Go to the principal, now!”

And that’s how you end up in Mister Higgins’ office for the first time. You can’t believe the situation got this bad. The worst part isn’t listening to the disapproving speech of the headmaster, it’s actually witnessing your mom’s disappointment beside you as he speaks.

While the principal is explaining to your mom and Jessica’s mom what happened, you look at your feet, holding back tears of anger. Once he’s done talking, Higgins catches your and Jessica’s attention.

“Do you have anything to add?”

“I didn’t attack her first.” you insist.

“Everybody saw you!” Jessica retorts.

“You’re the one who accused me of stealing your boyfriend. I did nothing wrong.”

“Yeah, just like you didn’t break Nancy and Steve’s relationship.”

“Sir,” you start, trying to keep a calm voice, “I’ve been receiving insults for more than a month now from everyone including Jessica. She called me a slut then she slapped me when I told her her boyfriend was cheating on her. Eddie Munson saw it, he told Mister Jenkins.”

“Munson,  the one leading a cult? What a reliable source!” Jessica’s mother states, rolling her eyes.

“Madam, please.” Mr. Higgins reprimands. “One witness against Jessica’s three friends doesn’t bring a lot to the table.”

“So you’re not even going to do something about the harassment I’ve been receiving?”

“Y/N.” your mom says drily.

“I’ve never heard anything about people being mean to you. However, your grades haven’t been going down for some reason.”

“If you cared a bit more about your student, maybe you’d know why.”

“Y/N, enough!” your mom orders you before turning to Mister Higgins. “I apologise. I guess Y/N will be punished?”

“Indeed, we can’t tolerate this kind of behaviour. Technically, this kind of situation can lead to expulsion though considering Y/N has always been a good student - until now -, we’ll just say she’s going through a bad phase. Y/N will have a month of detention and you will be doing an assignment on bullying.”

Before you can protest, your mom glares at you. You stay silent while your mom apologies once again for your behaviour. Your mom’s grip on your arm forces you to stand up and to leave the office. She doesn’t say anything until you arrive at your car where she orders you to get home right away.

Once you’re home, your mom informs you you’re not allowed to drive your car therefore, you have to take the bus to go to school before informing you to stay in your room until your father arrives.

The second you close the door, you finally let your tears of anger stream down your face. You’re frustrated by the whole situation and you have never felt this alone before. You lay down on your bed rolled up in a ball, searching for some comfort. As you search for that much-needed comfort, your mind takes you back to a time in your life when you had it without needing to make any effort.

At one point, you had this comfort with you. When everything was still going great, it wasn’t rare for Steve to come to your place and put on a smile on your face.

You had been a couple for three months and no one knew about your relationship. You preferred to not say anything, wanting to protect what you had. Thanks to your relationship, you both felt less alone, you finally felt like someone cared about you, that was why you felt so good with him. Therefore, you would see each other when your parents weren’t home. As you didn’t want to stay alone for another night, you had invited Steve to come. Knowing he was in the same situation, Steve had rang at your door thirty minutes later.

Laying on your bed, you were enjoying each other’s presence after your first intimate moment you had just shared. Steve had his arms wrapped around your hips, pressing your back against his torso.

“You know,” Steve started, whispering in your ear, “maybe you’re too late to be my first love, but you’ll always be my favourite. I like what we have.”

“Me too. I like you, Steve, a lot.” you told him, turning around to look at him.

“I like you a lot, too.” he replied, tenderly kissing you.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the harsh voice of your father ordering you to come downstairs. You fastly wipe the tears away from your cheeks and prepare yourself for what your parents are about to tell you. While you’re walking down the stairs, your father makes a sign to go to the kitchen. You sit whilst your parents stay on their feet on the other side of the table, a severe expression on their faces.

“Is it true what your mother told me? You’re getting into fights now?” your dad says, angry.

“I was only defending myself, Jessica attacked me first.”

“Why would she attack you? I know her dad, she’s a nice girl.”

“She called me a slut and she accused me of stealing her boyfriend when I didn’t do anything.”

“Why does she say you did then?” your mom questions, annoyed.

“Because she’s against me like everyone else in this school!”

“Lower your tone, young lady.” your father orders.

“It’s about what she said about Steve and Nancy, isn’t it?” your mother wants to know with accusing eyes.

“Yes, they accuse me of breaking their relationship when it’s not the truth.”

“Because you never did anything with Steve, didn’t you?”

“How do-” you start, shocked to discover she knows.

“It’s a small town and you really thought the neighbours wouldn’t see you sneaking in a boy in our own house?”

“You sneaked in a boy?” your father angers.

“And according to Miss Johnson, it went on for several months,” your mom specifies, “aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”

At this sentence, the tiny bit of hope you still had about your parents disappears. You can’t believe your own mother is against you. You’re getting used to the reputation people gave you but hearing your own mother implying you’re less than good because of your relationship is the final blow. You can’t understand how liking a boy could destroy everything.

“Steve and I got together after he broke up with Nancy, I almost wasn’t talking to him when he was still dating her. Steve was my boyfriend and we did nothing wrong!” you defend yourself, feeling the tears coming.

“Of course and you did nothing wrong when you attacked this poor Jessica.”

“Poor Jessica? She insulted me and hit me. I did nothing. Why don’t you want to believe me? I’m your own daughter and yet, you’d rather believe Jessica than me.”

“The facts are here!” Your father yells. “Besides, we should have reacted a long time ago, have you seen your grades? Do you really think you’re going to pass your year like this?”

“My grades are getting worse because I’m going through a living hell at school.”

“Stop playing the victim! We have enough of your behaviour. You have to do better and quickly. Go to your room right now! And don’t forget to apologise to Jessica.”

Tired of screaming in the void, you don’t answer your mother’s order and run to your room. Mad, you slam the door behind you. Normally, you’d be scared to hear more reproaches however at this moment, it’s the least of your concerns.

You throw yourself on your bed and you hold back a scream of frustration. You can’t understand why your own parents don’t have your back. They didn’t even try to listen to you, they only blame you some more. You know it’s stupid yet a part of you was hoping they would understand. You were wrong, no one is on your side; you didn’t think it possible, yet, you feel even more alone.

If you thought you already were the public enemy, the second you get back to school the following day, you realise it’s worse. Everyone is staring at you, you’re called even more names just like the whisperings got worse. You’re being even more discreet than usual - if it’s possible - wanting to keep to yourself.

In hindsight, you tell yourself you wouldn’t recommend dating boys with exes, it’s not worth all the pain and all the bullying that comes with it, in particular if the boy in question ignores you.

When you go to your last class of the day, you wish you could say you’re finally about to breathe but you still have detention. You have to stay at school a few more hours.

Sitting at your usual seat in your history class, you put your notebook on your desk. Your eyes land on the last page you wrote until they fall on the inscription carved on the desk: “the slut of Hawkins = Y/N.” It’s not the first time you see those words, it’s actually on this very table you discovered your life was about to change before you could do something about it. Despite the time, those words still feel like a knife in your chest. You distinctly remember the moment where everything fell apart.

You were behind the school building with Steve. You had been together for four months but contrary to the first three, it wasn’t going on so well between you two. You didn’t get along anymore. No matter your effort to hold him close, it was always ending in an argument. The main reason for it was that you were more invested in this relationship than Steve. You had noticed this the moment you had tried to get closer to him at school.

“I’m not asking for a lot, Steve! I’m not asking to make out with you in front of everyone, I just want to, at least, be able to talk with you without you ignoring me. I’m your girlfriend and yet, it looks like you don’t know me.”  you pleaded, mad and desperate.

“You said you wanted to keep our relationship for us.” Steve retorted, avoiding your eyes.

“That was before it became more serious between us. I like you and I want to say you’re my boyfriend.”

“I know but you know that with Nancy-”

“What are you bringing her into this? She moved on, unlike you! She’s with Jonathan, I don’t think she cares if you’re dating again. Why are you searching for an excuse? I thought you liked me, too.”

“It’s true.”

“Really? It doesn’t look like it!” you said, outraged. “I feel like I’m alone in this relationship. Everytime I take a step towards you, you push me away. I’m getting tired of it. I don’t even know why I even try to save our relationship when it’s clear you don’t care.” you finished, going inside the building.

“Y/N, wait-” he tried to hold you back.

“No, we’re done, Steve!”

That day, you ended your relationship with Steve, signing at the same time the end of your peaceful life in high school. While you were arguing, someone had heard you and had twisted the whole story. Before you could react, the rumours had started to fly a few days later at school that you had ruined the relationship with Nancy and Steve by seducing him. There was nothing you could do to correct the rumours. Just because you liked a boy, you got judged as a homewrecked and you had to accept your sentence.

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[hexjulia]

I <3 koreader, truly the ideal reader in many ways and kobo really does make some of the most comfortable to read on ereaders. The one annoying thing is their default reader software (nickel) updating without my consent and then making koreader unavailable so i need to redownload the updated .zip file to make it work again.

the only thing standing between me and almost infinitely annoying ereader experiences are the incredible individual swriting these zip packages for mobileread dot com slash forums. NiLuJu my saviour etc.

#i keep turning the wifi off but what i guess happens is sometimes i restart the ereader when the battery's empty. it restarts itself with #wifi on and decides to update. or at least that's what i think happens #never truly had to worry about reinstalling because this one person just made very easy one click packages <3

[h2oblivious]

Ok, I’ve got two summaries/ideas written out for new fics, but I’m not sure which to do first. They will both be long ass one-shots and star a bottom Obi-Wan with a top Anakin. I’m leaving the decision up to you guys which one I start on first, so please tell me the one that interests you most in the comments. Thank you!

1. “As Sweet As A Honeysuckle” 🌸

Summary/Idea: Age swap! They only have a twelve year age gap in this. Anakin is famous all over the HoloNet for his looks and good doing, and being the Chosen One sure doesn’t help the popularity one bit. He’s also the youngest to have ever been put on the Jedi Council, so he has a lot of responsibilities to do for the temple. Anakin has issues. He’s got unchecked anger and long held grudges of abandonment stuffed into the back of his head, locked tightly behind his shields. Then, on a stroll through the temple gardens to try to calm his nerves and make sure not to Force choke the next person who looks at him funny, Anakin finds ‘him.’ A man who looks very fresh out of his teens with auburn hair, freckles, and the warmest blue eyes that Anakin has ever seen before waltzes right into his heart. He’s one of the temple’s botanists and gardeners, and he looks just as pretty as all of the flowers that he is tending to. Now Anakin has a new problem. A growing attachment.

2. “You’re My Only Sense of Calm” 🦋

Summary/Idea: Obi-Wan and Anakin live in the same apartment building, their doors right across the hall from one another. They’ve had a passive aggressive relationship with one another for years, and it shifts into something new after Anakin—a cop in training—subdues a burglar in Obi-Wan’s flat. The man had a gun pointing at Obi-Wan, ready to shoot, but Anakin stopped it. Now Obi-Wan has trauma and paranoia, and the only thing that makes him calm down completely is Anakin Skywalker.

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