It was another normal day at Hawkins high. Jason was being a complete jerk, the cheerleaders were gossiping about what little gossip this town had, Eddie was sitting with the rest of Hellfire while being his eccentric self and Gareth was staring at [Y/N] from across the lunch room.
[Y/N] was a cheerleader and if you asked Gareth he would say that she was the prettiest one there. But, that could just be because he had a massive crush on her and she was one of the only “popular” people that didn’t treat him like he was a complete freak. But she was in the popular circle so asking her out would be social suicide, so he didn’t even try to.
So he did the only logical thing, he stared, but not in a stalkery way, or at least he hoped it wasn’t, god he hoped she didn’t think it was. And he got unmercifully teased by the rest of Hellfire for it. Speaking of Hellfire…
Gareth was snapped back to reality when he felt Jeff nudge his shoulder with his own, and Eddie say something to him.
“You really need to stop staring, I swear it’s starting to become a problem. I mean what if she finally gets fed up with it and sends one of the big bad basketball players to beat you up.”
“She’s have to notice him first” Jeff added
Causing Gareth to mumble for them to shut up before he went back to picking at his lunch as he kept himself from looking back over at her as he heard her giggling with her friends across the cafeteria.
I thought of this after rewatching HTTYD 3 and realizing Tuffnut is wearing rings.
Tuffnut had been dating Y/N for the past year almost two years. And he knew that she could be a very anxious person at times. So, when they moved islands a few days ago, he wasn't that surprised that she was a little anxious (more than a little).
She kept overthinking, like what if moving was the wrong choice. Even if it was Hiccup's choice, what if it was the wrong one. What if it was a mistake and something was going to go terribly wrong and they were all going to die.
Anyways, Tuffnut realized a while back that there was no stopping the anxious thought, it just had to run it's course and they would die down after a few days, for now all he could really do was be there for moral support.
So, that's what he did. She was sitting on the soft grass and he was sitting next to them talking to his twin sister Ruffnut, and he held her hand as she fidgeted with the rings he wore. She wasn't even paying attention to their conversation, she was zoned out and completely in her own thoughts.
"Does she even know what's going on around her?" Ruffnut asked her brother as she looked at his girlfriend who was staring off at the nearby ocean. "Probably not, but at the same time, she probably does "that response caused Ruffnut to look at her brother confused "I know it makes no sense-" "Yet complete sense at the same time" his sister said finishing his sentence, he just nodded in response before saying "She's an enigma, I think that's why we get along so well"
I honestly think this could be better, but I'm too lazy to edit and rewrite it so.
you know, I can't help but wonder how the mothers of the people who banned abortion or did anything else against women's rights, would feel about their actions. Because your mother gave birth to you and raised you (and I know some mothers don't raise their children well) and you repay her by taking her rights away or at least try to. How is that fair, or right? and the sad answer is that it's not.
I wrote this instead of making another Sean Cassidy edit
(I don't know if I will continue this but if I do it will most likely become a Sean Cassidy X Reader fanfic)
When Charles and Erik found her, or to be technical she found them. They were wandering around a pier at night; darkness surrounded them apart from the faint light coming from the lone lamp near a building. Charles could feel someone else there he just couldn't place where they were, little did they know that the mutant they were looking for was watching them from the darkness, she was the darkness.
Charles was about to speak until he heard something, or someone breathe near him, now he definitely knew someone other than himself and Erik was there, they just couldn't see them.
"I know you're there, come on out." Charles spoke out to the seemingly empty air around them. Erik looked at him confused until he looked past Charles and saw a figure materializing near the lamp of the building near by. When Charles looked behind him he saw a young woman standing there she looked at both of them before she spoke in a reserved almost guarded tone, "What do you want?"
They looked at her for a moment before Erik spoke up "We're recruiting mutants" "For what?" She quickly asked the moment he finished his sentence "It's a long story" Charles responded
"Well then you better start talking"
By some miracle she had agreed to go with them, and now here she was sitting in a room with 6 other mutants, which was making her question her agreement to all of this. Suddenly the blonde one, Raven. or at least that what Y/N thought her name was, suggested they have should code names.
"I wanna be called Mystique" The blond said, and Sean quickly said "Damn, I wanted to be called Mystique" Y/N knew his name, he was kinda cute, not that she would ever admit that out loud.
"Well tough, I called it." Mystique said back before suddenly transforming into copy of Sean and when she spoke she sounded just like him "and I'm way more mysterious than you" Sean looked at Mystique shocked before he clapped at the impressive display along with everyone else. Y/N just watched.
"Darwin what about you" Mystique asked Darwin already looking like herself again. "Well, Darwin's already a nickname and you know, it sorta fits. Adapt to survive and all." Darwin said back before he moved to stand, he glanced over at the group as he walked over to the fish tank, sticking his head in the fish tank. Once he did his body adapted and gills grew on the sides of his head, to prove his point he went to breathe and he breathed through those said gills, like a fish.
Once he pulled his head out of the water, he motioned towards Sean and asked "what about you?"
Sean moved to clasp his hands together "I'm going to be..." He paused for a moment before deciding "Banshee" Hank was quick to ask "Why do you want to be named after a wailing spirit?" "You might want to cover your ears" Banshee responded as he moved to stand up, everyone one confusingly covered their ears with there hands, Except Y/N she just watched quietly.
Banshee crouched down, and inhaled a sharp breathe before glancing around at the group and then let out a high pitch whistle, effectively shattering the glass of the large window the looked out upon the yard. He then slowly stood up looking more surprised then anyone else that he shattered the window, everyone else looked impressed.
"That's pretty impressive" Y/N said speaking up for the first time since being place in this room with them, causing all of them to look over at her. It looked as though some of them forgot she was there, she didn't mind. She was used to it or just people blatantly pretending she wasn't there. "Thanks. What about you? What will you be called?" Banshee asked Y/N. She looked a little surprised to be asked, but she quickly got over it, she thought about it for a moment before speaking "Umbra"
They all looked confused for a moment before Hank spoke up "Darkness? Why would you wanna be named after darkness?" he was just as confused as the others. Y/N glanced over at him, her eyes glossing over in a pure black color, and suddenly the room felt heavy and like darkness was pouring out of her very being. And the name she chose made sense.
Please someone try to convince me not to write a fanfiction right now. I'm currently trying to write a book, not a Jason Todd fanfiction. But, my brain just gave me a great idea for a fanfiction.
My friend/family: No, I want to wait until you finish the book, and then I'll read the book.
Me becoming slightly annoyed because can't they tell I need an outside perspective to tell me if what I have written is good or else I'll just think it's horrible and not continue writing: ok
Ok, so I was talking to a friend about two characters in my book and how they served in both world war 1 and 2 so they had two sets of dog tags and then a thought came into my mind since Jasper served in the Confederate army would he have dog tags?
I looked it up and yes the Confederate army did give out dog tags, they looked different from the ones now, but still.
You know, I would be fine at writing this book if I could get the fucking outline done. I'm on my third revision and I feel like I wanna pull all my hair out.
Like the first time It wasn't enough, and then the second time the pacing was too fast. And now I'm convinced that I will never fully love the outline, I'm just going to have to be ok with it as is.
Why is writing a book so hard? Like, I knew it was going to be hard, but I wasn't expecting it to be this hard. I am halfway through writing chapter one, and I already have writer's block. I don't even care if the book I write becomes successful, but I do want to be able to say I wrote a good book.
If any writers see this and have tips, I will happily take them.
If there is anything I have ever learned about myself is that if any guy ever calls me ma'am, I am done for. Bonus points if he has a southern accent.
And I think that is the reason that one Jasper scene in Twilight Eclipse is just stuck in my head. And if y'all know what scene I'm talking about, y'all get it.
I changed my mind, I just finished watching eclipse and Jasper is now my favorite. Though Carlisle will always be my second favorite (probably). I still have two more movies to watch.
Hi, you can call me Ashlynn, and I'm looking for a penpal to exchange letters (Or another form of contact, such as email, etc.) with. I have been looking for friends around my age for a while, and I thought a penpal would be an interesting and fun way to make a friend. Here are some things about me:
I am an 18 year old female
I really like stars and constellations; my favorite constellation is Orion.
I'm Christian, but I really like learning about other religions. (I already know a lot about Greek mythology and a little bit about Norse mythology, but I would love to learn about others)
I'm Pansexual
I can draw (somewhat), paint, sew, embroider, cross-stitch, cook, and bake
I live in NM
I like music, stickers, DC, Marvel, Cars (old muscle cars, etc.), archery, Sharks (My favorite is the great hammerhead shark, and my second favorite is the goblin shark), and jellyfish.
And I'm looking for a penpal between the ages of 17-20, preferably female.
(FYI, I have really bad anxiety, so I might be a little hesitant in a way, at first. I'm actually nervous about posting this, but I really want a penpal, so I'm ignoring the anxiety, or at least trying to.)
“I don’t know about this Jon, what if you drop me” she said as they walked together through the open field behind his house, hand in hand “I’m not going to drop you, don’t worry” Jon said looking over at her. “Promise?” She questioned. “Promise” He reassured. She thought about it for a second before she gave in, “Fine but I swear if you drop me, and I die, I’m going to haunt you”
Jon smiled and let a small laugh before pulling her closer and picking her up, one arm under her knees and the other behind her back. “Hold on tight” he said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He glanced down at her for a second before taking off.
After a minute or so he slowed to a stop and just hovered. “So what do you think?” Jon asked looking down at her. She moved a little to look down and let a small laugh and said looking over at him with a smile “It’s like being on top of a skyscraper. Everything seems so small from up here”
Jon smiled as she looked down again after saying that. He moved slightly as if pretending like he was going to drop her. She yelped and held on to him tighter and he laughed. She rolled her eyes before smacking his chest “Don’t do that, I thought I was going to fall to my death” she replied annoyed at him for what he just did.
Jon rolled his eyes “I’m not going to drop you, and even if I did I would catch you, you have nothing to worry about” She just rolled her eyes, before laying her head against Jon’s shoulder and looked around at the clouds around them “I bet it would look pretty up here at night” She mumbled. “I could take you up here sometime at night” he replied, she glanced at him before mumbling “I’ll think about it”
They stayed there for a few minutes enjoying the peace before it felt as if something hit Jon in the back causing him to jolt forward and she slipped out of his arms. He froze for a second before he heard her scream and he immediately dived after her. She was falling fast and he couldn’t seem to be able to catch up, he could tell how scared she was. He pushed himself to go faster, he had to catch her, he said he would.
And right as she was about to hit the ground he grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms and safely landed with her in his arms. He took a few steps away from her and saw the tears that were falling down her cheeks, he reached his hands up to wipe away her tears before he pulled her into a hug “You’re ok, you’re safe, I said I would catch you if you fell and I did” she cried into his shoulder and mumbled shakily “That was the scariest thing that has ever happened to me” he rubbed his hand up and down her back “let’s go back to the house and go inside” She nodded in agreement before taking a few steps back and wiped away her tears with shaky hands before Jon wrapped an arm around her shoulders before they started to walk out of the field back towards his house.
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