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[itmattersmorethanicansay]

If you have doubts about a translation in French please ask me. I am tired of reading mistakes in fanfics.

[snowyprincee]

Eunhae Fanfic's writers!

Have you seen it? It's new contest called 'Badass Boys Contest". 

Rules/prompts

Length: one shot (and one story per person).

A story should revolve around EunHae couple, be focused on them. And by EunHae I mean both HyukHae and HaeHyuk. I believe in equality in relationships.

It should refer to, be based on the following words/phrases: tattoos, piercings, badass boys, appearances can be deceptive

Big NO-NOs:

Mpreg, genderswitch, incest, heavy violence/angst like rape, self-harm, suicide and such.

Heavy angst that leads to EunHae not being together → a little bit of angst is of course allowed and appreciated, but please, make them happy in the end. I don’t like depressing fics. I tend to "feel" them too deeply. My empathy and imagination kill me!

So called PWP → I’m HUGE fan of erotica, but the one with a meaning behind it. There should be plot going with anything sexual. (Btw I am of the opinion that writing erotia, good erotica, is actually very difficult and requires a lot of skills so one must be confident in this field to write such.)

All fics should be new – created especially for this little contest.

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[exper-i]

here you go tag i wrote this late at night and basically fell asleep midway through and im too lazy to finsih all the way sorry. have what ive got

The only way he gets you to agree to sleep instead of sitting angrily in a pile of blankets, daring the weater to get colder, is to sit on top of you until you lay down and swear he won't stop squishing you until you sleep.

You wake up with Signless' weight next to you, your arms thrown around him (half in an unintentional romantic gesture, half to keep his heat near you, honestly) and your legs tangled together. He sleeps like he is, all compact and tucked together next to you.

The Signless is frowning.

He is still asleep, though, so it should just be another dream. You find yourself mimicking the expression nonetheless. You don’t like Signless to frown. Tucked against you as he is, you can’t even see his full face, but it still doesn't seem as if it's a neutral frown. You raise a hand, the one not trapped under him, to brush over the side of his face. No, no, don’t be sad. Your motions change to just running your fingers through the chunks of curl his hair falls into. Signless finally moves at that, twitching before slowly groaning and blinking his eyes open. He doesn’t move away, which you’re thankful for. Just blinks open red eyes and flops his hand against your shoulder. “What’re ya doin’.” His reply is slurred by sleep; yours is just quiet.

"You looked angry."

"Mm." He seems to rouse himself more at that, making an effort to move and sit up. You just move your hand back to his side and pull him back down. Signless concedes, nuzzling your chest and half-burying himself into the blanket over the two of you in the same motion. "Trolls are incredibly horrible, Psii." There is a fact you more or less agree with.

But it is the more or less part that defines the variable and makes you lift his head up to kiss his forehead. “Not all trolls. You, for example, are particularly exceptional.” He ducks out of your grip, but not so fast that you cannot see the blush spreading across his face. You smile. He’s so easily affected by compliments. “Don’t say things like that, I’m just a normal troll who sees things.”

"Nah." Your grip on him tightens into a hug. "You’re exceptional. And you’re teaching the rest of us to be as well."

There’s a brief pause before Signless uncurls and presses a quick kiss over your heart. “You’re strange. And stupidly cheesy.”

"And yet you’re here with me."

This time, when he sits up, he does not let you pull him back down, and you push yourself up with him instead,

Signless watches you with a small smile on his face and an unidentified fondness in his expression. “And yet, here I am.” He leans forward to catch your lips, and you exchange calm kisses. Signless leans back, almost-grinning. “I would not want to be with anyone else.”

You’re surprised every time that’s even implied toward you.

You just shrug, trying to suppress the idiotic smile smearing itself across your face. “Dork.” Your hands drop to hold loosely around his waist. Signless just kisses you on the side of your jaw. “You do not want to get go of me tonight, Psii." He pauses. "Perhaps I shall gain a new appreciation of the cold.” Damn. He knows your secrets. You huff instead of acknowledging. No more kisses for you, SS. Instead you just drop your head and hide your face in the dent of his shoulder. “Shaddup.”

He is warm, though, warm and lovely, and you’re just going to nuzzle into him and never want to get up.

"No." He chuckles, playing absently with the fwippy part of your hair. "I refuse to be silenced."

[everybodywantstoruleklaine]

Top 5 klaine fics, GO!

Oh god this is hard1) Ride (nellie12)2) Too late (Zavocado)3) To the Moon and Back (Britbojangles)4) A change of heart (StarGleekBelle)5) Heart Without a Home (LauGS)

[louisbum01]

Just A Girl Like Me Fanfic

Chapter 7

    I was speechless. Finally, Harry spoke up, “Aria?” He asked in disbelief . “Harry.” I sighed with relief. He pulled me into a tight hug, it felt so good to be in his arms. “I… I have… I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that flight.” He choked out. “Me too, you’ve been on my mind constantly.” I said. “What are you doing here?” I continued. I looked at what he was wearing, tight jeans, chino’s and a Jack Wills hoodie resembling mine. I loved it. “Just hanging out with my band, want to meet them?” He asked. “Of course!” I said enthusiastically. He scanned the room, but burrowed his eye brows in confusion. “I can’t find them.” He finally said. “That’s okay; we can meet up with them later. Come on, let’s go dance.” I said with a smile. “I love your hoodie by the way.” He said with a wink. I rolled my eyes, I grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor. We started grinding, our eyes never leaving each others. Oh, how I had missed those deep emerald eyes. “Harry, I really have missed you. I know we just met, but I really like you and I can’t explain it. When I met you, something just clicked. And I haven’t figured out what, yet.” I explained. He smiled at me and whispered in my ear, “You took the words straight out of my mouth.” I grinned with joy. It was an amazing feeling to know he felt the same way. He took my hand and guided me to a booth. To my surprise, we didn’t kiss, we just stared into each others eyes, talking about everything that came to our mind. I found out he had an older sister named Gemma and that he was from Holmes Chapel, but owned a flat in London. He said he loved to sing, and he used to work in a bakery. I told him I worked at my parents restaurant and that I was 15. Again to my surprise, it didn’t seem to bother him that I was 3 years younger than he was. We talked on and on, about everything we didn’t get to on the pane. His voice gave me tingles inside and his hand brushing against mine made butterflies fly around in my stomach. I giggled and smiled, he made me feel so important. He listened intently to my stories or anything I had to tell him. He paid attention so much, like he wanted to remember every single detail.      When he was telling me about his parents, Sam stumbled up to us. “Hey. Hey Aria. We have. We have to go. Peter is waiting.” He said slurring. “Okay, okay, I’ll be like 5 more minutes.” I told him. He walked away, in search of Peter. I turned back to Harry, he looked me straight in the eyes and said, “Aria, I’m not losing you again. I can’t even explain how weird I felt this week. Even my band mates noticed my change in behavior.” He said. “Trust me, I’m in the same boat.” I replied. “Aria, I need to see you again. Tomorrow night, I’m taking you out.” He stole my phone and put his number in. I took it back and said with a smile, “Definitely.” He brushed my hair behind my ear and kissed me on the cheek. He then whispered in my ear, “Looks like your brothers are waiting for you.” He smiled and I replied, “I’ll see you around, Harry.” I gave him a smirk, and then turned around, jumped out of the booth and walked away with out looking back.     “Someone’s got a crush.” Sam said teasingly, still slurring. I rolled my eyes at him and looked out the window of the car. I still had butterflies from talking to Harry all night. I smiled to myself, thinking about how beautiful he was. When we got home, I plugged my phone in and scrolled though my contacts until I found him. He put his name in as “Harry<33”. I smiled and started to type my text. He replied almost immediately and gave me the details for tomorrow night. I couldn’t stop smiling. I climbed into bed after I was done my shower, and closed my eyes thinking about all the possibilities that could happen with Harry.  But right as I was about to fall asleep, Louis crossed my mind.

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[they-call-me-pentagram-peterpan]

Seven thousand miles, for what?

Chapter 5 - The flood

warning emotional/triggering content

After the mall with Emily I went home, hung my costume up and threw myself on my bed “What even just happened?” I screamed into my pillow I felt like complete shit! I sat up on my bed and started to paint my nails ‘I can’t believe he did that!’ I thought to myself ‘Emily probably hates me right now! I mean that's the guy she is like in love with and he just asked me to go to his party as his date?’ the more I thought about it the more it pissed me off, scared me, and made me feel like a terrible person! I mean I knew it wasn’t really my fault but I still felt like it was.

Once I decided on doing it there was no stopping me. I took the box out from under my bed, opened it up and saw two nice shinny blades, barely ever used. I knew it wasn’t a good idea but it was the only one I knew that would make me feel a little better! I picked up the blade and pressed it against my skin, dragging it back and letting all the guilt bleed away. It has almost been a year since the last time I had done it, and I let it all slip just because one boy and my best friend. After a few minutes of just watching the blood poor from the few cuts I did, I grabbed a tissue and wiped it away. I sighed and kept the tissue to my arm ‘How pathetic are you Kayla....running back to the blade...hoping it will solve all your problems’ I thought to myself before laying back on the bed and crying myself to sleep.