Writing is from the thoughts, my dear

This is my writing blog! i write poetry and fanfic, my ao3 account is extremebookreader my main is @extremebookreader if any of yall need

[extremethoughtswriter]

Intro post

this was previously my hear me out blog, so that will explain the previous posts and polls.

fandoms i write for:

The maze runner

teen wolf

the hunger games

twilight

Percy jackson and the olympians

the artful dodger

if you want to, you can request a feeling/emotion for a poem if you happen to like my style 🤷🏽‍♀️

[extremethoughtswriter]

I don’t know how to go on. 

I don’t know my next step, how to get out of this impossible labyrinth when all I can do is fumble in the solid, pressuring dark. 

I am wandering

Anxious pacing

While my head is filled with twisted strands of thought.

And I wish it never happened. 

Oh God, I wish it never happened. 

I wish I were whole, 

the way I was before 

I wish I weren’t healing. 

I hate that word now. 

Because it’s never enough

Is it. 

Is it even real?

I am weak

my muscles failing to do what they used to do so well. 

they are deteriorating

along with my sanity

I am going crazy,

Wondering

How  will I manage?

How can I heal?

When will it be all better?

I am in constant battle

Mind flying a mile a minute

While I try to counteract a relapse,

A break in strength,

A crack in my healing bone,

A tear in the recovered muscle. 

I am so afraid. 

Afraid of going back

of being lost again

Afraid of that sad hopeless state. 

the one that repressed emotions and caused time to fly by in a blur. 

And I can’t even give up.

Even though I want to, even though it hurts to go on. 

Because there is no other option. 

There is only one thing that I can do and

All I can do is try. 

Try and hope and pray it will somehow be enough in the end. 

God, I hope it will be enough in the end. 

It has to be enough. 

[extremebookreader]

when the weak gain fangs

chapter 1

summary: katsuki bakugo and izuku midoriya have been rivals since they were in kindergarten, with bakugo bullying izuku because of his lack of a quirk. they both apply to the top hero academy in their country, with bakugo not expecting izuku to get in because of his quirklessness. however, the nerd somehow manages to…pull it off? and now that they both go to UA, he’s noticed some differences in him. he seems almost fearful of kacchan, which is normal, but the fear is different. it’s almost like he’s…fearful of hurting him?! which makes no sense because kacchan is obviously more powerful than deku…right? whatever is going on, bakugo is determined to figure out izuku’s secrets…and his own newfound feelings.

“You wanna be a hero so bad?! I’ve got a time-saving idea for you.” Katsuki Bakugo felt his slips curl into a sneer, all of his fury directed at Izuku Midorya, this quirkless loser, who dared to try and apply to the same school as he was. 

This idiot needed a reality check, and Bakugo would be more than happy to give it to him. 

“If you think you’ll have a quirk in the next life…then take a swan dive off of the roof!!” 

Bakugo watched as Izuku’s face dropped in shock and hurt, wide green eyes glossing over with unshed tears. 

He studied the smaller boy for a second, wondering where he got the nerve to do something so stupid as to practically challenge Bakugo in applying for UA. 

He was a boy that people often referred to as plain, someone who didn’t necessarily stick out in a world where quirks made people shine, made them different. 

A world where the people lacking, the people without quirks, tended to blur into the background, unnoticeable. 

He had curly dark green hair, always messy and unruly. He was several inches shorter than Bakugo, and way scrawnier too. His doe-like green eyes shone like emeralds, seeming to always be on the verge of breaking out into what Bakugo found to be pathetic, exasperating tears. He had a dusting of dark brown freckles across his cheeks, adding to the deer effect. 

Yes, people often saw Izuku as plain, but Katsuki thought there was something more to him. There was a kind of determination, an almost fierceness that pissed Bakugo off so much. 

That same fierce expression was on his face right now, enraging him even more. 

Suddenly, a painful sparking skittered across Bakugo’s palms, drawing him back to the real world. 

“Yeah, what!” Bakugo shot off a few sparks in his direction, then decided he should leave this stupid nerd alone now, since his comment had seemed to do the trick of leveling this waste of space’s ego. 

“Useless Deku,” he muttered, stalking off with his friends.

He had come up with that particular nickname when he had first learnt how to read, noticing that the last part of the name Izuku looked like the word “Deku”, which often meant useless, or good-for-nothing, something Bakugo felt matched him well. 

However useless he was, Katsuki supposed that he could still be a contribution to society, could still do something.  

Maybe Katsuki had been a bit harsh, telling him to jump off the roof…

“Katsuki? hey katsuki, where’d you go?” He felt his friend give him a nudge, trying to bring his head down from the clouds. 

He turned his head sharply to glare at him, annoyed that this loser that he let hang out with occasionally was trying to interrupt his thoughts. 

His friend nervously swallowed, before beginning to speak again in a much weaker voice. 

“w-we were, just, um, uh wo-wondering if y-you wantedtogoanywherenowthatschoolsout?” he finished in a rush, seeming to have used up the last vestiges of his courage. The loser. 

Bakugo snorted. 

“What, you idiots can’t think for yourselves now? just pick a damn place! Stop bothering me! jeez why do i even bother…”

 Bakugo liked his friends, of course, but they were so quick to follow instead of push back. Katsuki remembered when he was still friends with Deku, how he wasn’t afraid to push back and try to stop Katsuki when he felt he was being too mean. 

“K-kacchan!” he would stammer out. “stop being so mean Kacchan!”

Of course, that was years ago, when Izuku wasn’t so damn annoying, always trying to be better than bakugo. 

Now, Izuku was his target, not his friend…Katsuki suddenly smelt smoke, the scent acrid and disgusting. 

“Haven’t you known him since you were kids?” His other friend was talking about Izuku. 

“yeah, you went too far today,” his friend agreed. 

Didn’t these idiots know that Katsuki knew that? What, did they think he was stupid? Bakugo felt his shoulders tense up, and he responded defensively. 

“It’s his fault for messing with me.” Katsuki knew that wasn’t true, but he didn’t want to admit that to his friends. 

He kicked a soda bottle, filled with a weird mucky green liquid. 

“seeing him so full of stupid dreams like when we were kids…” Bakugo clenched his fist, a small explosion erupting from pent up anger.

“…just pisses me off.”

Suddenly, he was more pissed at his friends than the damn nerd. 

“THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO STOP SMOKING!!!”  he thundered. didn’t the idiots care about the early grave they were dooming themselves too?

“Get caught, and it’ll go on my record too…” whatever, Bakugo thought. He couldn’t control the losers. Free will, or whatever…

He continued walking, not even noticing his friends had stopped. 

“H-HEY!”  What did the idiots want this time?

He turned to glare at them, when suddenly he was being surrounded by something cold and slimy. 

a voice trickled into his ear, unsettling and grating. 

“A body…with a good quirk.” Then, he was completely taken over. 

He fought to get out, setting off explosions. 

He could hardly breathe, and he felt like he was dying. 

Something slick and oily was forced down his throat, and suddenly his body was not his own. 

Pain rippled through his body, panic pulsing through him as he felt his limbs being moved by something else. 

What had happened? Why was nobody helping him? Where are the heroes? Where is All Might?

All might…All Might had been fighting a villain, chasing him everywhere. A slime villain, one that could take over other’s bodies, rendering them completely and utterly helpless. 

He saw his friends running away. Hopefully the idiots would get help, and weren’t just a bunch of useless cowards. 

All Katsuki had to do…was hold on until help came. 

This was humiliating. Katsuki, who was supposed to be even better than All Might one day, was going to be bested by a blob of slime. 

Katsuki refused for this to be how he was defeated. He set off an explosion, hoping that would help.

“Now, now, don’t resist little spark. that only makes it hurt more!!!” the sickening voice was back, the sound echoing in his brain, setting another wave of pain off. 

Katsuki roared in desperation looking at the crowd that had formed. Couldn’t somebody, anybody, help him?

His gaze snagged on a familiar figure. He was holding his shaking hands against his mouth, eyes filled to the brim with barely-contained tears. 

As they made eye-contact, something happened. The person's face set in determination, face lifting into a…smile?

As Katsuki wondered what this damn need was smiling about, the person suddenly bolted. 

Straight. At. Kacchan. 

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Maze Runner Series - James Dashner, The Maze Runner (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Newt (Maze Runner)/Reader, Minho (Maze Runner)/Reader, Newt/Thomas (Maze Runner) Characters: Minho (Maze Runner), Newt (Maze Runner), Thomas, Gally, Chuck Additional Tags: yn is a devious little shithead who causes newts gray hairs, Unrequited Love, Newt Dies (Maze Runner), Hurt No Comfort, Mischief Summary:

Newt has been in love with Y/n forever. however, there is only one problem. Y/n loves his best friend, Minho, who seems to love them back. Eventually, he moves on after he finds Thomas, but decide he must still confess to Y/n…before it’s too late.

[extremethoughtswriter]

hey its me again! gn! reader is perfectly fine <33

okay great! thank you!!

i’ll get on it as soon as possible, but i also have a bunch of finals and dance performances, so it might be a while.

[extremethoughtswriter]

can you make a fanfic about newt loving reader so much, but she's been rambling to him about how much she loves minho, and minho (surprisingly) doing the same to newt, and newt just cant take it anymore so he tries to be supportive and helps them get together? then once he thinks he's given up, he soon meets the greenie thomas, falls in love, then following the movie canon, realizes he has the flare and writes the same letter. except in that letter includes a confession. guess when newt gave the letter? when he was dying. oof. newt is canonically pansexual, and this au/canon diverence fic is based off of the song i bet on losing dogs

is it okay if i do gn!reader? otherwise that sounds so awesome!!

[extremethoughtswriter]

can you make a fanfic about newt loving reader so much, but she's been rambling to him about how much she loves minho, and minho (surprisingly) doing the same to newt, and newt just cant take it anymore so he tries to be supportive and helps them get together? then once he thinks he's given up, he soon meets the greenie thomas, falls in love, then following the movie canon, realizes he has the flare and writes the same letter. except in that letter includes a confession. guess when newt gave the letter? when he was dying. oof. newt is canonically pansexual, and this au/canon diverence fic is based off of the song i bet on losing dogs

is it okay if i do gn!reader? otherwise that sounds so awesome!!

[extremethoughtswriter]

Minho’s Mischief

Word count: 450

Summary: one boring day in the glade, Chuck notices something weird happening to Minho, and gets his friends to help him investigate.

A/N: this was inspired by the trend where people are like, whatever series but whenever this character comes on sexyback plays. enjoy!

“Guys…something weird has been happening to Minho.”

Newt and Thomas glanced at each other, instantly worried. What kind of trouble had their friend gotten into now? 

Newt turned back to Chuck, their other, younger friend who tended to trail Thomas in a sweet and clumsy walk like the gladers dog, Bark. 

“What’s he done to himself this bloody time?” Newt knew that Minho was not known for his carefulness, which made Newt think that he had done something stupid, like faceplant into a clump of poison ivy or get himself injured in some other equally idiotic manner. 

“um…well…it’s uh...um..”

Newt looked back at Thomas's dirt smeared face again, leaning on his shovel, and shot him a look. Of course Chuck was shutting up for once, the one time they wanted him to talk. Thomas sensed Newt's fraying patience, and spoke up. 

“Chuck, it’s okay. just shucking spit it out.”

Newt rolled his eyes. Thomas wasn’t much better with patience than him. 

“I…don’t know how to describe it. Just come with me, quick.” He started running off, soon puffing in the heat of the golden sun. Newt and Thomas quickly scurried off after him, eager to know what Minho was up to now. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After about a minute of the walking, Chuck had slowed down to a stumbling walk, still hurried with urgency. He spoke up again. 

“Okay, look at what happens when I walk up to Minho and start talking to him. Listen closely.” He set off, and both Newt and Thomas looked at each other in confusion. listen??

They looked back to see Chuck had reached Minho. 

“Hey Minho! What’s going on?” Minho turned to the nervous, sweaty boy, and the weirdest thing happened. Music had started to play. Specifically…Sexyback by Justin Timberlake???

Newt couldn’t help it. He started cracking up, looking over at Thomas to see him doing the same. As Justin Timberlake's sexy voice kept on singing, their astonishment deepened. Soon, they were crumpled on the floor, laughter cramping their stomachs. The song grew louder, until they saw Minho standing above them, and a self-satisfied smirk on his rosy lips. 

“Why hello there, my lowly admirers. How are you on this fine day?” 

“Mate” Newt squeezed out between giggles, “What’s got your bloody ego bigger than it already is???”

Minho smirked even more, if that were possible, and started preening, messing with his already perfect hair. 

“Oh you know, just felt like,” he stopped and stared both of them in the eyes, as if for dramatic effect, “bringing sexy back today.”

his smirk turned into a wide smile, and they started laughing even harder. 

He winked down at them, and sashayed off, doubtlessly headed to enrapture his next victim. 

[xxl1ly-1n-ch41n5xx]

oh I CACKLED alright

[extremethoughtswriter]

tee hee thanksss

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Minho’s Mischief

Word count: 450

Summary: one boring day in the glade, Chuck notices something weird happening to Minho, and gets his friends to help him investigate.

A/N: this was inspired by the trend where people are like, whatever series but whenever this character comes on sexyback plays. enjoy!

“Guys…something weird has been happening to Minho.”

Newt and Thomas glanced at each other, instantly worried. What kind of trouble had their friend gotten into now? 

Newt turned back to Chuck, their other, younger friend who tended to trail Thomas in a sweet and clumsy walk like the gladers dog, Bark. 

“What’s he done to himself this bloody time?” Newt knew that Minho was not known for his carefulness, which made Newt think that he had done something stupid, like faceplant into a clump of poison ivy or get himself injured in some other equally idiotic manner. 

“um…well…it’s uh...um..”

Newt looked back at Thomas's dirt smeared face again, leaning on his shovel, and shot him a look. Of course Chuck was shutting up for once, the one time they wanted him to talk. Thomas sensed Newt's fraying patience, and spoke up. 

“Chuck, it’s okay. just shucking spit it out.”

Newt rolled his eyes. Thomas wasn’t much better with patience than him. 

“I…don’t know how to describe it. Just come with me, quick.” He started running off, soon puffing in the heat of the golden sun. Newt and Thomas quickly scurried off after him, eager to know what Minho was up to now. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After about a minute of the walking, Chuck had slowed down to a stumbling walk, still hurried with urgency. He spoke up again. 

“Okay, look at what happens when I walk up to Minho and start talking to him. Listen closely.” He set off, and both Newt and Thomas looked at each other in confusion. listen??

They looked back to see Chuck had reached Minho. 

“Hey Minho! What’s going on?” Minho turned to the nervous, sweaty boy, and the weirdest thing happened. Music had started to play. Specifically…Sexyback by Justin Timberlake???

Newt couldn’t help it. He started cracking up, looking over at Thomas to see him doing the same. As Justin Timberlake's sexy voice kept on singing, their astonishment deepened. Soon, they were crumpled on the floor, laughter cramping their stomachs. The song grew louder, until they saw Minho standing above them, and a self-satisfied smirk on his rosy lips. 

“Why hello there, my lowly admirers. How are you on this fine day?” 

“Mate” Newt squeezed out between giggles, “What’s got your bloody ego bigger than it already is???”

Minho smirked even more, if that were possible, and started preening, messing with his already perfect hair. 

“Oh you know, just felt like,” he stopped and stared both of them in the eyes, as if for dramatic effect, “bringing sexy back today.”

his smirk turned into a wide smile, and they started laughing even harder. 

He winked down at them, and sashayed off, doubtlessly headed to enrapture his next victim. 

[extremethoughtswriter]

sorry this took forever to post on my main! i ran out of time 😢

anyways, enjoy!

[percyjacksonaholic]

I FREAKING LOVE THISSS

[extremethoughtswriter]

awww thanks 😊

[extremethoughtswriter]

Minho’s Mischief

Word count: 450

Summary: one boring day in the glade, Chuck notices something weird happening to Minho, and gets his friends to help him investigate.

A/N: this was inspired by the trend where people are like, whatever series but whenever this character comes on sexyback plays. enjoy!

“Guys…something weird has been happening to Minho.”

Newt and Thomas glanced at each other, instantly worried. What kind of trouble had their friend gotten into now? 

Newt turned back to Chuck, their other, younger friend who tended to trail Thomas in a sweet and clumsy walk like the gladers dog, Bark. 

“What’s he done to himself this bloody time?” Newt knew that Minho was not known for his carefulness, which made Newt think that he had done something stupid, like faceplant into a clump of poison ivy or get himself injured in some other equally idiotic manner. 

“um…well…it’s uh...um..”

Newt looked back at Thomas's dirt smeared face again, leaning on his shovel, and shot him a look. Of course Chuck was shutting up for once, the one time they wanted him to talk. Thomas sensed Newt's fraying patience, and spoke up. 

“Chuck, it’s okay. just shucking spit it out.”

Newt rolled his eyes. Thomas wasn’t much better with patience than him. 

“I…don’t know how to describe it. Just come with me, quick.” He started running off, soon puffing in the heat of the golden sun. Newt and Thomas quickly scurried off after him, eager to know what Minho was up to now. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After about a minute of the walking, Chuck had slowed down to a stumbling walk, still hurried with urgency. He spoke up again. 

“Okay, look at what happens when I walk up to Minho and start talking to him. Listen closely.” He set off, and both Newt and Thomas looked at each other in confusion. listen??

They looked back to see Chuck had reached Minho. 

“Hey Minho! What’s going on?” Minho turned to the nervous, sweaty boy, and the weirdest thing happened. Music had started to play. Specifically…Sexyback by Justin Timberlake???

Newt couldn’t help it. He started cracking up, looking over at Thomas to see him doing the same. As Justin Timberlake's sexy voice kept on singing, their astonishment deepened. Soon, they were crumpled on the floor, laughter cramping their stomachs. The song grew louder, until they saw Minho standing above them, and a self-satisfied smirk on his rosy lips. 

“Why hello there, my lowly admirers. How are you on this fine day?” 

“Mate” Newt squeezed out between giggles, “What’s got your bloody ego bigger than it already is???”

Minho smirked even more, if that were possible, and started preening, messing with his already perfect hair. 

“Oh you know, just felt like,” he stopped and stared both of them in the eyes, as if for dramatic effect, “bringing sexy back today.”

his smirk turned into a wide smile, and they started laughing even harder. 

He winked down at them, and sashayed off, doubtlessly headed to enrapture his next victim. 

[extremethoughtswriter]

sorry this took forever to post on my main! i ran out of time 😢

anyways, enjoy!

[extremethoughtswriter]

Minho’s Mischief

Word count: 450

Summary: one boring day in the glade, Chuck notices something weird happening to Minho, and gets his friends to help him investigate.

A/N: this was inspired by the trend where people are like, whatever series but whenever this character comes on sexyback plays. enjoy!

“Guys…something weird has been happening to Minho.”

Newt and Thomas glanced at each other, instantly worried. What kind of trouble had their friend gotten into now? 

Newt turned back to Chuck, their other, younger friend who tended to trail Thomas in a sweet and clumsy walk like the gladers dog, Bark. 

“What’s he done to himself this bloody time?” Newt knew that Minho was not known for his carefulness, which made Newt think that he had done something stupid, like faceplant into a clump of poison ivy or get himself injured in some other equally idiotic manner. 

“um…well…it’s uh...um..”

Newt looked back at Thomas's dirt smeared face again, leaning on his shovel, and shot him a look. Of course Chuck was shutting up for once, the one time they wanted him to talk. Thomas sensed Newt's fraying patience, and spoke up. 

“Chuck, it’s okay. just shucking spit it out.”

Newt rolled his eyes. Thomas wasn’t much better with patience than him. 

“I…don’t know how to describe it. Just come with me, quick.” He started running off, soon puffing in the heat of the golden sun. Newt and Thomas quickly scurried off after him, eager to know what Minho was up to now. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After about a minute of the walking, Chuck had slowed down to a stumbling walk, still hurried with urgency. He spoke up again. 

“Okay, look at what happens when I walk up to Minho and start talking to him. Listen closely.” He set off, and both Newt and Thomas looked at each other in confusion. listen??

They looked back to see Chuck had reached Minho. 

“Hey Minho! What’s going on?” Minho turned to the nervous, sweaty boy, and the weirdest thing happened. Music had started to play. Specifically…Sexyback by Justin Timberlake???

Newt couldn’t help it. He started cracking up, looking over at Thomas to see him doing the same. As Justin Timberlake's sexy voice kept on singing, their astonishment deepened. Soon, they were crumpled on the floor, laughter cramping their stomachs. The song grew louder, until they saw Minho standing above them, and a self-satisfied smirk on his rosy lips. 

“Why hello there, my lowly admirers. How are you on this fine day?” 

“Mate” Newt squeezed out between giggles, “What’s got your bloody ego bigger than it already is???”

Minho smirked even more, if that were possible, and started preening, messing with his already perfect hair. 

“Oh you know, just felt like,” he stopped and stared both of them in the eyes, as if for dramatic effect, “bringing sexy back today.”

his smirk turned into a wide smile, and they started laughing even harder. 

He winked down at them, and sashayed off, doubtlessly headed to enrapture his next victim. 

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the way you are

you are so kind

perfect

nice

what can i do to deserve you?

to call you mine?

when i was embarrassed 

because she was mean

i wanted to stop talking

i wanted to hide

to cry

and as these unshed tears hung in my eyes

and as i stared, blankly ahead

quiet as death

you captured my gaze

you held it tight

you said,

“go ahead”

even though you had already heard it

even though you didn’t have to care

even though i hurt you

all those years ago

it still mattered 

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imaginary grief

it seems funny 

but it’s really not

the way i feel this grief

this pain

it’s not even real

there is no true cause for it

but it’s pressing down

and my chest is caving in

my stomach constricts 

and it is hard to breath. 

my eyes prick

with their ready tears

but how can i let them escape?

if its not real

if its not true?

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dreaming

i think i dreamed of you. 

there are glints and glimmers 

a sort of remembrance. 

when i woke up

your face was there

your laugh

your smile 

it was something simple

just a conversation

but it meant so much. 

you mean so much.

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in the sun

your golden brown hair

reflects glints of light

your face is rosy red

you were careless with your skin. 

a beautiful, glowing smile

is spread across your face

my eyes are held captive

i cannot look away. 

your brown eyes glitter

with all of the good things of the world. 

i could get lost in your face

in you

but i won’t. 

not for now

not until

[extremebookreader]

day five of spirit week: day before homecoming, wear you class color 🌚

[birdstanley]

you have been absolutely SERVING WITH THESE LOOKS

IDFK WHAT SPIRIT WEEK IS BUT YOU GO GIRL

[extremethoughtswriter]

THANK YOUUUUUUU

spirit week is where every school day you have a different dress up theme 😛

[extremethoughtswriter]

You.

it’s an old, but still new, feeling,

this yearning. 

i don’t know it’s in me until

i see that smile

it’s like a bloom of flowers

against a green mountainside

making the beautiful

even more so

and to hear you laugh

is like a favorite song

one you forgot

but brings you back

i love to see you happy

especially when it’s because of me

it feels like inhaling 

when i didn’t know i was holding my breath

it’s like a sip of cold water

when i didn’t know i was thirsty. 

it erases the pain 

the pain from the hurt i caused you

and brightens my day. 

so i’ll keep on trying to make you happy

and admire you from afar

until the day it no longer hurts

to say your name.