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frenchiewhowrites · 7 years

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Still pretty? (mileven week)

November 28th - day 1: Favorite scene. Note: My very first mileven/stranger things drabble/fanfic (and just fanfic in general in months), but I really wanted to participate (at least one day) to this week. I took my favorite scene and wrote it as I felt like, because writing is the only thing I’m good at lmao (I’m not good at gif making or fanarts etc and wanted to do something for real) so there you go, just leaving it there! I’m also not a native english speaker, so if there are any mistakes feel free to tell me! Enjoy, and good mileven week to everyone!

She had loved the way the pink dress had felt against her skin, so different from the bland hospital gowns she was used to wear. The blond wig had felt unnatural, maybe because she was not used to see long hair falling on her shoulders or because the colour was not hers. But, she had liked it too, she had liked the way she looked in the mirror, she had almost felt…normal; like she was a normal girl, with no supernatural powers, a normal childhood, and just not a scientific experiment. She could finally feel like El, and not Eleven. Her heart had fluttered when she had seen how Mike looked at her, and said “Pretty”. For a moment, she had forgotten who she really was, and what the situation was.

So, when they came back from the school, and she did not have the wig anymore: she had to face her reality all over again in the mirror. The normal girl was gone, and here was Eleven. She felt something like emptiness as she ran her hand over her hair, her buzz cut, a reminder of what she really was, who she really was: she had never lived a normal childhood, she had never known what being a girl or just a child in general was like. She could feel Mike’s gaze on her when she did it, and without her even saying anything, he told her that she did not need it…. Did he really mean that?

“Still pretty?”

Her feeble voice rang out in the room, and Mike answered without hesitation “Yeah, pretty, really pretty”. Her chest felt full on hearing those words, and as she looked back at the mirror: maybe she really did not need it; maybe her hair was not a reminder of a monster but of how strong she had been, how strong she was, and the hardships she had survived; maybe she could just be a normal girl from now on thanks to the boys, and especially Mike who had never seen her as an experiment and always treated her like his friend (just with cool powers in plus). She almost smiled, and at this exact moment her insecurity flew away.

#IM LATE WTF #I FORGOT TO POST IT YESTERDAY SORRY #LIFE AND SCHOOL YOU KNOW #mileven #mileven week #milevenweek #stranger things #my stuff #writing #fanfic #drabble #eleven #mike wheeler #my babies

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frenchiewhowrites · 9 years

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花样年华

Hello. This is a small drabble about Taehyung in the bts prologue (PRAY FOR ALL OF OUR SOULS, YES I’M STILL A MESS, IT WAS TERRIBLE. BANGTAN AND BIGHIT ARE AFTER MY SKIN.). It has no real connection with the “seokjin ending”, or any theories I was just inspired by well...what happens in it + tHE BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY SONG. [coughs] Enjoy it!

He snapped. Of course he knew he snapped. He shouldn't have, but he did. He fucking did. He felt lost as he tried to rub the blood away, trying to forget he ever did that, that it was only a nightmare. He called his hyung, his voice breaking on every word he said, feeling so small and the sharp pain in his abdomen reminding him of what he did.

He still had this picture, his dad. The memories flashed, full of blood and full of the lost of himself. He closed his hand on the polaroid, trying to chase the memories and close his heart too. It was now hard for him to breathe, as he looked at the enormous sky. Maybe he was all alone in this big world...

« What are you doing ? ». His thoughts were stopped neat, as he saw the dimpled smile of one of his six best friends. As he helped him up, maybe that, no, he wasn't that alone. Why was the sharp pain not leaving though ?

He created new memories with them, his family, and he was genuinely happy. He never lied to them, not one moment. His smiles and laughs were real, and he would always hold those so close to his heart. But...the sharp pain was too much, and it felt like the pressure on his heart was less painful every second he was climbing up. The scenery was beautiful as he looked around him, the sky was calling him.

He could see the others telling him to come down ; he just smiled one last time. He looked right in front of him, his determination set. As he ran and jumped.... finally... the pain was gone...

butterfly...

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frenchiewhowrites · 9 years

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poème - suga (i need u)

Ok, je poste ça juste parce que j’avais envie de le poster. C’est en français, obviously et j’ai pas voulu le traduire bc les rhymes! Mais voilà!

Il pouvait encore se rappeler

de ses mains et de son toucher,

il pouvait encore voir

son corps souvent vêtu de noir

et il pouvait encore entendre

son rire duquel il ne faisait que s'éprendre.

Mais, maintenant, tout ce qu'il connaissait

était le froid et les souvenirs qu'elle avait laissée.

Elle avait pris son cœur puis était partie

en ne laissant que quatre mots écrits

« Je ne t'aime plus ».

Il se demandait quel était

la vie sans elle, maintenant, partie comme un été

et alors que les jours froids arrivaient

sa souffrance continuait.

Il savait qu'elle avait trouvé un autre homme,

qu'elle était heureuse et était une autre femme.

Il savait qu'il devait passer à autre chose,

alors pourquoi se fânait-il comme une rose ?

Sa tête lui hurlait de partir,

lui hurlait de courir,

mais son cœur lui hurlait de rester,

lui hurlait de continuer à l'aimer.

Alors qu'il pensait qu'il avait commencé

à accepter le destin de leur relation terminée,

elle revenait et l'embrouillait

dans ses sentiments confus et maintenant éveillés.

Rien qu'un regard de ses yeux,

rien qu'une caresse et sa peau était en feu.

Il comprit qu'il n'avait jamais cessé de l'aimer,

et que tous ses efforts n'avaient pas fonctionné.

Il retomba dans son piège,

et quelques semaines plus tard le voilà dans son siège

pleurant encore pour sa relation

qui n'avait été qu'illusion.

Elle était repartie

et n'avait rien laissé d'autre qu'un cœur engourdi.

Elle ne revint jamais,

et le lit était froid, abandonné.

Il abandonna toute sorte de pensée,

et le feu l'emportait.

Toute la chambre était submergé par les flammes,

et il fut enfin libéré d'un poids sur son âme.

Il faisait chaud,

et ce fut comme ça qu'il partit, tout comme l'eau

de la pluie qui s'efface

et ne laisse pas de traces.

#poème #french #français #suga #i need u #writing #écriture

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frenchiewhowrites · 9 years

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Oh hi, I am new here and new in the writing scenarios section! This is the first scenario/one-shot that I post. Please remember that this is only my hobby and I am nowhere a professional or fluent in english haha! Feel free to go see my tumblr and request if you liked it and want more! Thank you for reading, and have a good day ;)

01. Taehyung

The fire inside her was getting stronger and stronger, everytime he ran his hands over her body. He was poison, and this relationship was even more poisonous. She tried, everytime, to push him away ; to stop this but he came back and she fell for his eyes black with intensity, and his tongue making her shiver as he passed it on the skin of her neck.

His hair, always dyed a different colour, was an anchor as she always hang her hands in it. Her mind was telling her that this was wrong, that she should stop it, but her heart was too into it. She fell in love with him, and the way he said her name, or the way he would look at her like she is his sun. How can she break his heart, when that meant breaking her own at the same time ?

He became her drug. She longed for those moments of intimacy, or just for his rectangular smile lighting up the whole room. He was too much for her ; he was way better. He deserved the world, he deserved someone that could fully give herself to him but instead he chose her : an insecure girl, with flaws. He deserved someone who would not listen to the rumors, and get even more insecure to just hold hands.

When he was asleep, and she was on her side wearing his shirt laying beside him on his bed, under the blanket, she loved looking at him. Her eyes would travel and observe the curve of his nose, his plump lips, his hair falling in front of his closed eyes. She always asked herself how she finished with him, when they were complete opposites. He had so much joy and he was her happiness ; he was like the blue sky. But her... she was the blue sky that turned grey and had so many clouds who threatened to make the rain fall. But as he woke up, and looked at her with eyes still full of sleep, and as he got her even more close to his body and whispered in her ear that he loved her ; all worries left her mind. And as she shoved her nose in his neck and whispered that she loved him back, she knew that she could never leave him.

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