*** Went deep diving on some of my old accounts and found some old and slightly embarrassing starter fics for a heap of different shows/movies/anime i was into at the time. Figured i might post some briefly edited pieces as i go through them.
Also cross posted on A03 under falln_ strs and wattpad under fan_a_tic. ***
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"In any given moment we have two options: to step forward into growth or to step back into safety." ~ Abraham Maslow
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Anais Sinclair sat slumped at her desk in the far corner of the classroom. Face propped up on the palm of her hand and brown eyes glued to the clock on the wall, directly behind her rambling english teacher Mr. Wilkes.
3...2...1... RIIINNG...
Breaking free from her daydreams, she rushed to throw her books inside her worn backpack. Bolting out of the classroom before Mr. Wilkes attempted to start a conversation about the summer reading list with her.
"Holy shit, are you okay Beverly? I'm so sorry, I didn't see you I just-" "It's okay I'm fine. No hard feelings". Laughing Beverly reaches down to pick up the notebooks that were dropped in the collision.
The corridors are crowded with school kids as Ana attempts to make her way towards her locker without being run over.
Taking a sharp left in an effort to avoid a crowd of gossiping girls coming her way Ana runs straight into Beverly Marsh, the school outcast. A cascade of loose papers and books falling around them.
With a final wave the girls split ways, Beverly watching with a dumbfounded look as the blonde dives back into the crowd of excited school kids before continuing on her way towards the girl's bathroom.
"Well, I'm still sorry" Ana grins "I guess I'm in a rush to get out of this damn school".
Picking up the last book Ana looks back at the redhead "I should get going, but we should hang out sometime Bev. I don't know about you but i don't have many girl friends and there's only so much i can take of Richie's gross jokes", "Uh-yeah sure, that'd be cool".
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Making her way out of the main school gates Ana finds Stan, Bill, Ritchie, and Eddie by the rubbish bins in the front of the school. She joins them, quickly dumping the contents of her bag inside before throwing an arm over Ritchie's shoulder and releasing a sigh of pure bliss.
With a shake of his head, Stan lowers Ritchie's raised hand while Ana gives the bespectacled boy a grimace "Beep beep Ritchie".
"Best. feeling. ever" she mutters, leaning most of her weight onto Ritchie who attempts to shove her off him.
"Really? try tickling your pickle for the first time" he adds, finally shaking the girl loose, turning to Stan for a high five.
"Training? What training?" Bill asks.
"So, what are we doing tomorrow?" Ana asks, turning to look at the rest of the group. Eddie shrugs while Stan mutters something about practicing for his Bar Mitzvah.
"I've got my training." Richie declares, garnering a round of confused looks.
"Street-fighter."
Eddie shakes his head at him "That's where you wanna spend your summer? Inside the arcade?".
"Beats spending it inside with your mother!" grinning Richie turns towards Stan, his arm raised but is once again rejected. Stifling a laugh, she turns towards Bill in an attempt to block out Eddie and Richie's bickering.
"We have to go to the Barrens, remember," Bill states, voice shaky but filled with determination. The blonde gives him a sad smile, "yeah, of course we will Bill".
"Hey look" Eddie mutters, grabbing the attention of the rest of the Losers "Isn't that Betty Ripsoms mom?".
The group turns to watch the woman stare desperately over the heads of their fellow students in a futile attempt to spot her missing daughter.
"She looks as if Betty's been hiding out in Home Economics the past few weeks."
Ana feels sorry for the women, she couldn't imagine the pain of having your child ripped away from you, not knowing where she was or if she was even still alive. The thought of her mother doing the same for her sending a chill down her spine.
Stans voice eventually breaks the silence, "You think they'll actually find her?" "Sure, most likely in a ditch covered in worms and maggots all decomposed smelling like Eddie's mom's underwear" Richie retorts.
Ana flicks a sharp glare at the Tozier boy who falters under her piercing stare.
Dropping her glare she reaches out to squeeze Bills shoulder shooting a small smile his way as he walks in front of her while she waits for Richie and Stan to catch up.
"You know the Barrens aren't even that bad, I mean who doesn't love splashing around in shitty water?" Richie jokes making Ana laugh at his horrible attempt to fix the depressing mood surrounding their little group.
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They come to a sudden halt as Richie is flung roughly into Stan by Derry's resident bully, Henry Bowers and his ragtag posse of douchebags. Patrick flicks Stan's kippah into a passing school bus, while Belch moves around to burp directly into Eddies face making him gag and dive into his fanny pack to find his inhaler.
A sharp slap to her behind makes Ana swing around to see Patrick directly behind her. His mouth pulled into a lecherous grin, tongue darting out to lick his lips before winking and making his way towards Henry.
Eddies hand on her forearm pulls her back towards him as Richie moves to block her view of the lanky bully, a heated glare on his face.
"Shut up Bill".
The four elder boys begin to walk towards the blue trans am across the street, when they're stopped by Bill.
"You suck Bowers!", His friends shooting him panicked looks.
"Did you s-s-s-say something, B-b-b-b-Billy. You got a free ride this year cuz of your little brother. Ride's over, Denbrough." glancing up Henry makes eye contact with his father and suddenly his whole demeanor changes.
Ana watches as Butch Bowers stares his son down. His face promising nothing but pain if Henry dares make a scene in such a crowded area. And suddenly no matter how unwillingly, a small spark of pity rises in her bleeding heart for Henry Bowers.
However, this pity is almost instantly extinguished when he licks his palm and wipes it across Bill's cheek, "Watch your back Denbrough, this summers gonna be a hurt train, for you and your friends." he threatens.
Using a spare tissue hidden in the various pockets of her jacket, Ana helps Bill wipe the strings of saliva off his face. Grimacing when she feels it begin to soak through the tissue and onto her fingers.
"Wish he'd go missing" Richie mutters, joining the rest of the Losers as they watch the bullies climb into Belch's car and speed away.
Accepting the bottle of hand sanitizer from Eddie, she shoots him a grateful smile noticing that he still makes a great effort not to directly touch her soiled fingers.
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"He's probably the one doing it".
I started this in 2017 when the first IT remake came out, lost interest then left Wattpad completely. Unsure if i will continue this as it has been like 6 years now but i wanted to put this up and see if there was any interest in it. It will be cross-posted on tumblr and AO3 under falln-strs
A few notes:
There would be no OC x character romance in this story.. sorry not sorry.
You may have noticed that i haven't added Bill's stutter to this chapter. This is because i've found that stutters can be slightly distracting for readers and some people dont like them being added into the dialogue.
However, I know that it's a major part of his character and whilst im not really fussed on adding it in or not i'd appreciate some added opinions. (Eg. He still has the stutter it just wouldn't be added in text).
Constructive criticism and comments are always welcome. Remember to be kind.
A/N: Finally got around to writing something that wasnât either suggestive or sad.. tho i'm not entirely pleased with how this turned out. But I've decided to try and post something every few weeks so please be patient with me whilst i try to get back into writing đđ
The Straw Hats had recently docked at a small unassuming island on their journey through the Grand Line. The island itself seemed to act as a trading hub, with a plethora of different markets and vendors peddling a variety of things from exotic foods and spices to antiques and weapons.
Whilst most of the crew had split up to explore, Y/N was currently stuck on the Sunny looking after a very ill and upset Monkey D. Luffy.
Y/N felt bad for her usually upbeat captain, she was so used to seeing him running around the ship causing mayhem wherever he went, usually dragging Y/N, Usopp and Chopper with him. Being stuck in bed with a fever must have been killing him especially since this current island seemed like the perfect place for one of his spontaneous adventures.
Letting out a sigh she draped the damp cloth across the heated skin of his forehead, fingers brushing strands of ebony locks out of the rubber mans closed eyes.
A groan broke the silence of the cabin and Y/N smiled softly as she met the dazed gaze of her captain. âY/N? Is that you?â His voice was muffled by one of the blankets, but she continued to smile at the confused tone of his voice âYeah it's me, how are you feeling?â.
Luffy hummed reaching up to push the blankets below his chin, âIâm hungry Y/N I want meatâ a loud laugh startled its way out of her mouth âof course heâs still asking for meat even when heâs sickâ shaking her head at the request Y/N made to stand, movements stilling as a hand wrapped itself loosely around her wrist.
âWhere are you going?â. There was a pout on his lips that made her giggle âLuffy I canât bring you food if you wonât let me leaveâ, his expression shifted into one of understanding before he furrowed his brows in thought.
âIâve decided!â he claimed, âIâll wait for Sanji to come back and cook me some meat, so now you can stay here with me and cuddle!â Y/N struggled to keep her amusement in check sometimes her captain was just way too cute, âAh but youâre sick Luffy if we cuddle you might get me sick tooâ his features shifted back into a pout dark orbs gazing into Y/E/C ones.
âBut youâre supposed to cuddle with others when theyâre sick, Ace always cuddled with me whenever I got sick!â A laugh broke free at the thought of Fire Fist Aceâs disgruntled face as heâs wrapped in the lean arms of a sick Luffy.
Moving out of his weak grip Y/N makes her way towards the door âHow about I heat up some soup then Iâll come back and keep you companyâ she chuckled.
Unwinding his arms from around her chest, Luffy let her make herself comfortable a large grin splitting his cheeks. âIf I get sick from this Iâm telling Chopper it was your faultâ Y/N grumbled, face half-hidden in the flushed skin of his neck âShishishi if you get sick that means we can cuddle even more!â her grumbles continued to increase in frequency until the combined heat of their bodies and plush comfort of Luffyâs soft bunk lulled them to sleep.
He was surprisingly fast for someone who couldnât stand up without fainting, arm stretching to wrap around her waist and gradually drag her across the wooden floor and under the blankets of his bunk till she was snug against him.
Shooting a frustrated look at the man holding her hostage in his bed Y/N moved to get up only to realise that his arm was still wrapped firmly around her torso. âDidnât you hear me Y/N, you have to stay and cuddle or I wonât get betterâ.
A deep sigh dragged its way out of her chest eyes scrunched tight in exasperation, because of course he just had to be difficult. Chancing a peek her gaze met that familiar pout before she was reaching down to untie her shoes, toeing them off the bed and grumbling about manipulative pirates and her weakness to cute captains.
A/N: I haven't posted anything in a million years and I wanted to write something really fluffy and short but that didn't really work out lol, so this is what I ended up with... sorry if its not the best work ever.Â
Warning: Gets a little heated towards the middle but its more implied than explicit.
Pulling her fluffy green jumper over her body Y/N made her way out of the womenâs cabin feet shuffling a tune against Merryâs floorboards.
The weather had taken a sharp turn from bright sunny skies to chilly winter winds in a matter of hours. The rest of the Straw hats had retreated to the kitchen drawn in by Sanjiâs promises of hot tea and creamy chicken soup, meanwhile, Y/N was on a mission to find herself a stubborn swordsman. Lifting the hatch to the crowâs nest she makes her way over to the mossy haired man lifting weights in the middle of the room.
She pauses to take in the way his tanned and scarred skin glistens under the thin sheen of sweat coating his body, back muscles rippling under the strain of an intense workout before shaking her head to rid herself of any dirty thoughts.
Y/N runs her fingertips over a thin scar on the manâs shoulder âAre you planning on taking a break anytime soon? Itâs cold and I need cuddlesâ, her touch stills his movements.
âI still have a 100 more reps to do Y/Nâ the girl pouts moving to situate herself onto Zoroâs lap forcing him to drop the dumbbells in his grasp instead moving down to clutch at her ass securing her tightly against his front.Â
Her arms move to wrap around his neck, âI wasnât really asking ZoroâŠâ her lips trace a pattern down his neck; tongue darting out to taste the salty-sweet flavour of his skin. ââŠAlthough if you really want to get back to training I guess I can always go ask Sanji for cuddles, Iâm sure heâll be more than happy to accommodate meâ.
Y/N doesnât even get a chance to stand before sheâs staring up at the swordsman, her back pressed against the weight bench. His hands grip her hips, a scowl of displeasure crossing his rugged features at the mention of the curly browed cook.
Zoro scoffs pressing himself firmly against the girl. âYeah right, donât make me laugh Y/N we both know Iâm way better than that stupid love cook! Besides, if you really wanna warm-up I know something way better than cuddling.â
Twin grins stretch across their lips before Zoroâs pulling her into a searing kiss, warm hands tracing a pattern up the chilled skin of her stomach pulling breathy gasps from pink lips.
Her hips roll against his, the resulting moan that falls from his lips makes her grin and repeat the action attempting to draw more of those delicious noises from the normally composed swordsman. The weight bench creaks dangerously beneath their movements.Â
Shifting his attention to the unmarked skin of her throat Y/Nâs thoughts screech to a halt at the feeling of his teeth against her sensitive skin, mouth gaping open in a silent gasp of pleasure.
Zoro grins proudly at the purple marks sprawled across the H/C girlâs neck, the sight of her flushed cheeks and swollen lips pulls an animalistic growl from deep within his chest that reverberates through the otherwise silent room.
âY/N! Zoro! Itâs snowing we have to make a snowman!â her captains smiling face pops up from the hatch, âHuh? Why are you guys laying on the floor for?â Luffy questions before shrugging his shoulders and ignoring the groaning pile of injured limbs. âAh it doesnât matter just hurry up and come outside, Usopp and I are having a snowman making competition and Y/Nâs on my team so come on!â.Â
Making a move to reattach himself to Y/Nâs mouth the hatch suddenly slams open; door smacking the wall so hard the entire room seems to vibrate. Startled Y/Nâs hand moves out to shove Zoro off and stand up, forgetting that her legs were wrapped around the manâs hips with his hands halfway up her chest.
They fall sideways with Zoroâs elbow jabbing her in the ribs and Y/Nâs knee finding purchase in his stomach.
Y/N finally moves to sit up as their captain disappears back to the deck smacking at Zoroâs arms till he extracts his elbow from her ribs. Dodging his grabby hands she reties her hair and brushes her clothes off; leaning down to place a kiss against the corner of his lips.
Turning back to gaze at the swordsman still reclined on the ground Y/N grins at the man âI guess you can go back to training for now, but I might need some help warming up again later so donât tire yourself out too muchâ. His responding grin threatens to split his face, as he moves to pick up the discarded dumbbells, retaking his seat on the weight bench.
A/n: Random desire to write something suddenly overtook me so apologies in advance for the rushed work. Drabble fluff with very brief barely there suggestive undertones.
Y/N loved mornings on the Moby Dick the most. She enjoyed the way small streams of light would peek through the drawn curtains, casting a myriad of shapes and colours across the room.
How quiet it could be without the constant shouting and laughter, the soft lapping of the ocean against the boat threatening to put her back to sleep. The fact that she was able to wake every morning, safe and warm in the arms of her lover only added to her adoration.
Rising with the sun was a habit Y/N had picked up long before sheâd joined Whitebeards crew. A habit that whilst not always welcomed was greatly appreciated in moments such as this.
Shifting onto her side Y/N drew a hand up to push a wisp of black hair behind Aceâs ear. Fingers grazing the bottom of his earlobe before moving on to trace a strong cheekbone. Y/N admired the small smattering of freckles dusted over a narrow nose, thin lips and sharp jawline; the boy truly was too pretty for his own good.
The sudden tightening of the lean arm wrapped around her waist breaks her from her observationâs eyebrows arching up in surprise at being caught, a squeak of surprise leaving her lips.
âY/N itâs 5 oâclock in the morning...why are you staring at me?â A giggle breaks free at the disgruntled tone of Aceâs voice one dark orb cracks open to gaze at her lazily.
She flashes him a cheeky grin that pulls a small shiver from his body âAh Iâm sorry I didnât mean to disturb you; I was only admiring the viewâ.
Y/N takes great pleasure ,in watching the blush that spreads across her loverâs pale cheeks and neck before shifting her body so she sits in his lap. Ace blinks at the sudden change in position mind still waking up and movements somewhat sluggish.
She leans over him arms braced above his head, H/L H/C hair creating a curtain around them before leaning down to place a kiss on the tip of his nose.
âAm I not allowed to admire the man that I love?â she whispers, starting to plant kisses down his neck and feeling him swallow thickly at the feeling, his hands move up to grip her ass pushing her body firmly against his own âY-Y/N..â.
An unexpected BANG from the outside corridor makes them both jump. Small flames breaking out across Aceâs shoulder at the loud noise effectively shattering the charged atmosphere and pulling a sharp laugh of surprise from Y/N.
Voices sounding like Thatch and Haruta echo across the once silent ship, Marcoâs shout of annoyance confirming his status as their chosen target. Moving off the manâs chest Y/N shoots him one last grin placing a kiss on Aceâs cheek and snatching a pair of denim shorts and light blue jumper off the floor.
Ignoring the grumbles of annoyance from behind her Y/N shoves her feet into a pair of black boots before pulling the door to their room open.
Mornings aboard the Moby Dick were definitely one her most treasured moments.
Y/n shivers as a gust of cold air shoots past her side. âWhose damn idea was it to meet up here anywayâ, she grumbles. If y/n was being honest with herself she didnât even know why she was still here, waiting even though he was almost 20 minutes late.
 The door to the astronomy tower creaks open.
Y/n turns sharply to scowl at the figure strolling through the doorway, âWhere have you been?!â She whispers harshly âI was afraid that a teacher had caught you or something, If you had taken any longer I would have gone looking for youâ, his confident smirk pulls into a sheepish smile. âI know I know, Iâm sorryâ his expression turns significantly darker, soft lips turning downwards into a scowl âI ran into some unsightly business and it took me awhile to lose them.â
 Y/n stared at him, whatever (or whoever) he had run into had obviously unnerved him, âoh⊠Well, did you want to talk about it?â She questioned, âNo⊠not particularly, not now at leastâ.
 Catching himself slipping he turns towards her again, that familiar sultry smile that she loves so much glides smoothly onto his lips once more, as though it never left.
 He sidles up to her side, long arms wrapping deftly around her waist and lifting her slightly so sheâs now situated between the cool brick wall and Regulusâ warm chest, his soft lips move down to press kisses along her exposed neck.
âIâve missed youâ she whispers, voice almost drowned out by the responding sigh she gives as he moves on to suck and nip lightly at a particularly sensitive spot on her collarbone. âI knowâ he answers, his voice is honey; it drips slowly from his plump lips, breath hot against her flushed skin. âI love youâ she whispers, heart open and ready for the taking, âI knowâ he answers cutting off her responding reply with the skillful pressure of his mouth on hers, his words are knives sharp and ready.
 Y/n doesnât know why she expects any different, she should know better but as soon as they lock eyes she knows sheâs gone. He will never truly be hers not in the world they live in, not to the expectations of their families and the stereotyped views of their respective houses.
 She knows this as clearly as she knows her own name and yet every time she lets her weak-willed heart takeover it hurts just as much and cuts just as deep as the first confession whispered through gasps of pleasure and touches filled with empty promise.
 But in this small patch of time, standing on top of the astronomy tower his lips pressed firmly to hers, arms holding her as if heâd never let go; her fingers thread through the silk strands of black ink pulling lightly âThis is realâŠthis is realâ her minds chants, she lets herself pretend.
Pretend that their relationship is real, that they donât have to hide in the shadows of the night, sneaking kisses and light touches. She pretends that thereâs no such thing as blood status or houses or even Regulus Black and y/n l/n. That theyâre just a boy and a girl, trying hopelessly to lose themselves in each other and forget the woeful world around them.
 So, when her feet once again touch solid ground, he bends to press a tender kiss on her forehead whispering promises of âtomorrow, tomorrowâŠââ in her ear. She smiles and nods slightly pushing up on her toes to brush her lips across his cold cheek.
As he turns toward the door she lets a tear fall; it gleams in the light of the moon. Her breath catches desperately in her throat yearning to call him back to her side and hide in his arms forever but she lets him go, the silence of the night and the chilly whispers of the wind follow her as she makes her way back to her common room, thoughts of Regulus Black lulling her to sleep.
Warnings: couple swears but nothing too bad, honestly itâs just a whole lot of angst.Â
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âDammit Warren Iâm not stupid so stop treating me like I am!â Y/Nâs eyes watered with unshed tears and her throat ached from the screaming match that had just occurred.
If Y/N was being honest with herself she really should have seen it coming.
But instead she had let her trust and hope in him, in their relationship cloud her judgment and where did it get her? In a shitty argument with the Angel and all because he wouldnât admit that he was fucking the waitress at the local bar.
She wasnât stupid. She noticed when his eyes wandered, she found the receipts for flowers that she never received, she could smell the scent of cheap perfume and alcohol that clung to his clothes and wings when he would eventually wander home, all things that heâd actively denied.
She wasnât stupid and so help her he wasnât going to play her like some cheap floozy he could keep around to warm his bed and make his dinner.
Turning back to the packed suitcase and slamming the lid shut Y/N took a deep steadying breath before turning to face the fallen angel.
Warrenâs eyes were red and puffy, a sign that he had been crying as well. His wings hung low behind him and his blond curls were disheveled from the many times heâd run his hand through them.
The sight of him looking so utterly sad and pathetic was almost enough to make her rethink this whole idea before shaking her head and steeling herself, hard brown eyes rising to meet sorrowful blue.
âWhen was the last time you brought me flowers? Or asked me about my day? Or told me you loved me?â The dam had broken and a stream of shattered promises flowed down her cheeks. Picking up her bags Y/N shoves past Warren and made her way towards the door.
A soft whimper of âplease donât leave Y/N, Iâm sorry I can fix this, we can make this workâ halts her in her tracks âItâs too late for sorries Angelâ she whispers before letting the heavy door slam shut behind her.
