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confetti-cupcake · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

I wasn't tagged, but I haven't done one of these in a while, so here we go!

September and October were difficult months for me personally, but everything in my life has not only been good, but really wonderful since! Unfortunately, this is kind of what led to me taking an unintentional hiatus from tumblr — I've had standing plans every Monday night for the last few months, so I can't watch 9-1-1 live as often as I'd like to anymore 😭 But I'm still writing, slowly but surely! So hopefully this is the last kick I need to finish editing chapter 2 of my 9-1-1 Survivor AU. No Buddie in this snippet, but we get a little peek into Claudette's head. She's been a surprisingly fun character to write for. Enjoy!

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“Come on, ladies. You got this.”

Claudette remains determined, sweat dripping from her brow as she pushes and pulls the piece of bamboo over a wooden plank from the marooning. Back and forth, back and forth.

They’d been working to get this fire started for practically a full day. The importance of getting it lit isn’t lost on her — no fire means no food and no warmth, and the deep pangs of hunger beginning to settle into her stomach indicate it’s long overdue. You know the saying, if you want something done right, do it yourself? The longer she spends out here, the more she sees the wisdom.

She and Karen clutch opposite ends of the bamboo and scrape it against the plank rapidly, desperate for any kind of spark. The sweat’s begun to bead down her face, threatening to trickle into her eyes, but she can’t give up now. They’re too close, and the whole tribe is counting on them. Pain is just weakness leaving the body.

“Five more seconds,” she says, a reassurance to herself that the pain would soon end more than anything. They pick up speed, and the cloud of gray smoke billowing out of the notch in the plank grows in size. “Okay, now!”

Linda takes the mound of tinder from underneath the wood into her cupped hands and begins to blow on it. Claudette watches intently, hoping against hope that the added oxygen would be enough to ignite whatever spark is surely lurking amongst the knot of twigs and coconut husk. But as quickly as the smoke appears, it vanishes, along with any expectations of being able to cook food or stay warm in the event of another thunderstorm from hell. And Claudette—

Well, an average person would be too tired to be angry. But Claudette is anything but average.

Tagging: @lostinabuddiehaze @elvensorceress @megslovesbooks @ashwinmeird @monsterrae1 @jacksadventuresinwriting

#wip wednesday #fic snippet #survivor fic #claudette collins

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colfy-wolfy · 20 days

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If I wrote a fic about the aftermath of Surv and Monk's family losing two pups at the same moment, would you guys read it?

it'll be filled with a bunch of my headcanons about them and I promise I'll make it interesting story-wise.

happy ending? depends on how generous i am. it'll probably only be a few chaps long. simply for fun!!

#rain world #slugcat #rw survivor #rw monk #rw third sibling #slugpup #fanfic idea #slugcat family #it'll probably be on ao3 since i refuse to go back to wattpad please dont make me go back #i have some writing experience but it was mostly just cringe ship fics and ONE original story #also i was a pretty serious roleplayer back then so i think it would be a decent fic

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glupshittostan · 9 days

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this is actually how blind betrayal went down

#been obsessed still with writing my for Addy and Danse hehe they’re idiots in love #you can probably find my fics around here somewhere I’ll bump the post up #I may or may not write this scene in its entirety LMAO #fallout #og #amelia art #Paladin Danse #Elder Maxson #fanfiction #fallout 4 #blind betrayal #sole survivor #arthur maxson

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mirusx · 4 months

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there's nothing I love more about lcf than the fact that almost all of the main characters are survivors and how it seriously engraves into you, again and again, the importance of being alive FIRST. It's so refreshing to see an mc who prioritizes safety more than anything else, who won't push past the limits.. like serious limits of everyone just for the sake of winning(now if cale can also do this and walk his talk, it would be perfect.. but that wouldn't make him the cale that we all know and love). it provides you with this mentality that retreating doesn't mean immediate failure, and that there will always be another chance to try again. that one closed door doesn't imply a dead end but a chance to open an alternative path. it's such a simple message and yet we humans tend to forget it when we're facing adversities, a lot of times we're convinced we're forced to make self-destructive decisions... cale would prob have plans A to Z but there would never be a single one among them that has the possibility of him losing anyone even himself. so yes!! being alive is the best!!

#and it gets even better when you think that theyre all survivors who have lost someone and doesnt want a repear of it #so now they think of everyone's well being first and somehow keep each other alive and safe and taken care of #i was reading some lcf reaction fics and when the scene where cale said being alive is the best came up i suddenly wanted to babble about i #lcf #cale henituse #tcf #lout of the count’s family #trash of the count's family #lout of the count's family #kim rok soo

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theminecraftbee · 5 months

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Etho's head is still strangely fuzzy, filled with something like a combination of cotton and bloodlust and hunger. He's sitting in the middle of their base. Cleo is tearing down the dripstone, complaining the whole time that Etho hadn't even built it right. Grian is fretting over his magma cube, even though his task is done. They both keep checking the door, and also checking on Etho as they wait nervously to find out if the apocalypse that had happened that past session was going to actually wear off now that the task was done.

Etho sits in the middle. The bloodlust and hunger is swirling around, sure, but the thing he feels most is the cotton. The fuzzy not-quite-there feeling. Something fuzzy and strange and slow, like his thoughts are made of syrup and death and safety, and...

And it hits him all at once what has happened, when Cleo puts a hand on his shoulder, tells him that they'll keep him safe until it wears off. The bloodlust and hunger are far away, replaced with that blank sense of safety. He leans into the touch. "Thanks, Cleo. That was all pretty wild, huh?" he says.

He doesn't really hear the responses. He feels Cleo's cold, dead hands, and even though they really shouldn't, they feel soft.

It hits him all at once. He'd say he's not sure how it happened, but he knows. He may have a reputation as cold, a loner, a survivor, but what he really is--everything he loves goes up in smoke, is the thing. Dogwarts, Bdubs, Joel, TIES--all of them, up in smoke around him, flames licking at his feet. It's nice if he can pretend he doesn't care. It's nice to pretend he's cold. That it won't hurt him this time. That he won't watch the smoke and fall apart this time.

Someone who doesn't know him, they might even believe it.

Cleo walks over to say something to Grian and Etho holds them in his vision and--breathes. The cotton isn't wearing off, but looking at them, he doesn't feel hungry at all. And he'd say he doesn't know how it happened, but he does.

It's love, all over again.

He wonders how much it'll hurt this time when it's done, but right now, he feels blessedly safe again. Grian and Cleo get into an argument. He watches the red of Cleo's hair and decides he made an okay choice, this time, for the thing that's going to kill him in the end.

Her hair already looks like fire.

He rubs his head and leans back where he sits. He should keep his mouth shut while he's still half-zombie, so that he doesn't say anything stupid like that out loud. He's pretty sure Cleo wouldn't appreciate it. Or maybe she would. You can never know, with a zombie like that one. That's part of what makes her perfect.

#secret life smp #secret life spoilers #ethoslab #a bee fic #I AM FEELING SOME KIND OF WAY ABOUT THEM OKAY.#you can read this as romantic or as platonically as you'd like btw #i am just. feeling something about cletho #and also about etho who has a REPUTATION for being a cold-blooded survivor but always seems to be attached to SOMETHING he loses #and loses part of himself with.

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animatedjen · 25 days

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Merrin | Jedi Survivor (mod)

#they're gonna break into the liquor cabinet just to annoy Greez #okay no more vague fic referencing #star wars jedi fallen order #star wars jedi survivor #jedi fallen order #jedi survivor #jedi survivor mod #merrin #nightsister merrin #photomode #star wars

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bxnnywrites · 8 months

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hiya!! im the anon that told you abt requests being closed, im glad i could help you out!!

i saw you headcanon danny as demiromantic and im very curious, what would it be like if danny had romantic feelings for a survivor reader? how would those feelings develop? i’m not demi myself so i’m rlly curious about the process of it!!

oh anon you have no idea how excited i am to answer this

*clears throat*

🫀 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 🫀

TW :: Obsessive behavior, stalking, violence, general Danny Warnings

Authors Notes :: This uh...kinda turned into a ficlet. Oops!!! I've just thought of this scenario a LOT so I had a lot to say-

Anyways!! Hope you enjoy <3 (also this isn't proof read, we die like men)

It took a really long time for him to realize it, or maybe just for the emotions to develop. He wasn't sure.

You had appeared months ago, or whatever the equivalent was in the realms. Time wasn't exactly an easy concept to pin down here.

For a long time you were just another survivor, someone his knife sliced through with delicate ease. Someone to hunt and kill, that was his job, and entity if he didn't love every fucking second of it.

He liked to stalk his victims, both in and out of trials. Especially the new ones, he loved to see what made them tick. What really fucking scared them.

So he was keeping an eye on you, taking his usual notes, keeping an ear out for anything to use against you later.

But it started to develop into something a bit...more than that.

Suddenly he noticed his notes becoming less about what you feared and more about what you liked.

The way you smiled, how you laughed at Ash's jokes, the way you bit your knuckles when you were worried. The way your eyes lit up when seeing your friends and fuck he wanted to see your eyes light up for him like that.

He shook it off, had to shake it off. It got in the way of what he did. What even was this feeling?

Sure he had flings before he was taken, but he never really had feelings for them. It was part of the game, part of his job. Something to keep him low on the radar. That's all.

Was that what this was then? What it felt like to properly fall in love?

He hated it.

He hated every feeling, he hated the way your smile made his chest light up. He hated how distracted he was, so fucking distracted.

He hated you.

He couldn't stop thinking of you.

Quit laughing at Ash's stupid fucking jokes they aren't even that fucking funny.

More scribbling, more anger, why did you have to appear here? Was it some sort of taunt by the entity? Some kind of damn punishment? Fuck you and fuck whatever feelings you gave him.

For a long time it was like that, if you were in a trial with him you were the first hooked. You were too much of a distraction to his work.

And maybe he loved the feeling of holding you like this but fuck he wouldn't admit that.

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Eventually you got fucking tired of it.

Every damn trial he would tunnel in on you and only you. Wouldn't focus on anyone else while you were around.

You realized quickly killers couldn't truly kill you. You felt it, every last agonizing slice into your flesh, every bruise, every broken bone, but you would just wake up at the fire at the end.

And you needed to figure out what the fuck his issue was.

Your fellow survivors tried very hard to convince you out of it, but they understood being pissed about it. So in the end, no one stopped you.

So there you were, in front of Autohaven Wreckers. A few survivors tipped you off that Ghostface liked to hang out around this area. Beats you as to why, the place stank of burning rubber and old oil. It made your stomach turn, but you entered nonetheless.

As you walked through the old junkyard, it dawned on you, you didn't really have a plan. You had done this mainly on a whim, annoyed at constantly being targeted and harassed by the white faced freak. Where were you even supposed to look? What if the Wraith saw you? This was fucking stup-

Before you could react a leather gloved hand covered your mouth, pulling you back as the cold steel of a sharp blade touched your throat.

"You scream and this is going into your fucking back, got it?" The voice was husky in your ear, unfamiliar. It made you realize you had never heard Ghostface speak before. So you nod, and he make an approving noise before releasing you. You run a hand over your throat where his knife had bit into it, leaving a light red line against it.

"So," He spoke again, letting you turn to him finally to confirm your suspicions. There he was, the Ghostface in the flesh, mask and all. "What do I owe the pleasure, Doll?"

"Well," You started, feeling your anger bubble up in you again. "For fucking starters, I have some damn questions for you, asshole."

Oh he loved when you spoke like that, some real final girl trope shit.

"Ooo, questions for the killer?" He cooed, leaning against a nearby car and watching you intently. "Brave of ya, Doll. I like it."

"Oh fucking can it, you damned halloween drop out!" You spat, and though you couldn't see it under his mask, your words had him grinning ear to ear. He loved when you were angry like this. "Why the fuck do you keep tunneling me, huh?! Every fucking trial we have you steamroll me and kill me as quick as possible. It's fucking bullshit, dude!"

He laughs a bit, removing his leather glove and using his knife to pick the dirt from under his nails.

"I dunno what you're talkin bout, babe." He says nonchalantly. "You're mad because what, I'm killing you during trials? Come on, that's my job-"

"Bullshit, this is more than that and you know it!" You seethe, god if you knew you wouldn't die you'd punch him. "What's your fucking damage? Hell, I've heard stories about other trials, you're even fucking friendly with some of the survivors sometimes! What the fuck did I ever do to you?!"

His eye twitches.

"Like I said, I'm just doing my fucking job. Now if you would just-"

"NO YOU AREN'T!" You shout at him and he's on you in an instant, hand over your mouth and you can see his eyes through his mask. A deep red brown and angry.

"Listen here you stupid bitch, one more outburst like that and I'm gutting you like a fucking fish, understand?" He snaps, his grip on your face almost bruising. Fear grips you again and you nod. He sighs, letting you go again with an unspoken warning that he would follow through if you got loud like that again.

"Look, it's fucking...it's complicated." He mumbled, looking almost shy as he played with one of the ghostly strips of fabric attached to his outfit. "You're just...you're a fucking distraction. Every trial I'm in with you it's hard to fucking focus, and I have a fucking job to do god damn it." He grumbles. You almost feel bad for him, almost.

"What, and that's my problem?" You snap in return.

"Yeah, it fucking is." He snaps in return, starting to pace back and forth. "I have work to do, people to kill, fear to harvest, the whole nine fucking yards. But you," He points, "You get in the fucking way, you make me lose track, you make me...you...fuck, you make me feel something, OK?"

You blink dumbly at him, finally speechless, and he continues.

"I get this stupid fucking feeling in my stomach and it makes me fucking twitchy. It makes my damn mind race and I can't tell if it's because I want to fucking dissect you or..." He trails off.

"...Or?" You question.

"I don't know!" He snaps, growling a bit as he continues pacing. "I haven't fucking felt like this before, I didn't think I fucking could. I just..." He takes a breath, looking back at you. "I need you to stop."

Your mouth hangs open, shocked by his...confession? If you could call it that.

"What?" You question again.

"Stop! Stop making me feel...whatever the fuck this is!" He snaps again, and even though you can't see his eyes anymore, you can feel the frustration wafting off him.

"How the fuck am I supposed to do that?!" You snap in return, annoyance rising in you as well. "It's not my fault you have a...a fucking crush on me or something!"

"Yes it is, it's absolutely your fault!" He throws his arms up, almost like an annoyed toddler. "It's your fault because you have this soft fucking face and this pretty laugh and that stupid fucking smile! You have these fucking eyes that light up whenever you get to talking about what you love, and fuck I just wish for once that was ME and-" He cuts himself off with a growl, kicking a nearby stack of tired and knocking them down. "It's bullshit, you're bullshit, it's all fucking bullshit!"

You're left speechless until he finally looks at you again.

"There, you happy? Now could you fucking make it stop?!" He breathes out, his eyes just barely visible through the black mesh of his mask.

"I...Well...fuck uh..." You mumble, shifting your weight from foot to foot. "I...don't think I can do that? I mean..."

"Fuck, yeah, course you can't." He grumbles, fidgeting with the fabric strips of his costume again. "I just...this is a stupid, distracting fucking feeling and I hate it."

"Well...I mean..." You take a breath, not really sure how to approach the situation. "Maybe we could like...I dunno...start over?"

He looks at you, and you swear he thinks you're insane.

"Start over?" He questions, "The fuck you mean start over?"

"Like, I dunno. Figure shit out from the beginning, like...get to know each other or something?" You say awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck.

"...Are you fucking crazy?" He questions, and yeah, you expected that. "Like, hello, earth to Dollface, I've killed you dozens of times now. I have murdered your friends in front of you." He snaps his fingers, impressive considering he's still wearing his gloves. "Like sure, sounds nice and all, but how the fuck do you expect to just start over? Hi, what's up, the names Ghostface. Wanna get stabbed?"

"Don't be a fucking dickhead." You snap in response and huff, "Look, I don't know what you want me to do about...whatever this shit is," You motion to him vaguely. "Like I dunno dude, you need a good therapist or something?"

"Fuck you." He growls.

"Yeah, whatever." You breath out. "Look, I don't care what you do, but I'm sick of you pulling bullshit during trials because of...whatever your feelings are. So you either talk to me about it and we get it sorted, or I start making offerings to the entity to make your job even harder than I apparently already am." You cross your arms and look him up and down before sighing. "I'm heading back to camp, if you want to fucking talk-"

"Wait," He grabs your arm and you stop, looking back at him before he sighs. "OK maybe...maybe you're right. Maybe we can like, try that? I dunno."

You smile at him, sighing in relief.

"Good, I prefer that." You turn to him, extending a hand and telling him your name proper, even though he already knows it. "Nice to meet you, Ghostface."

He stares at your hand for a second, but slowly, he takes it.

"...Ghostface is fine for now." He mumbles, shaking it awkwardly. "So...uh...how do we do this?"

"Well...what kinds of movies did you like? Before you got taken."

His eyes light up, and suddenly he's on a kick. Rambling happily about his favorite horror movies while you listen.

Things get better after that.

Rather than being targeted, you're more often than not spared during trials.

Of course people get suspicious though, so you have to cut a small deal with him to either spare all of you during trials or kill everyone including you.

He's not personally a fan of the second option, so he ends up sparing your little party whenever you're involved.

You two get closer and you start to have your own feelings for him in return.

Eventually he tells you his real name. Danny, it rolls off your tongue nicely.

He's nervous at first, but eventually his smooth charm comes back and it's rare for him to not leave you flustered and blushing when you two talk.

When you finally get the courage to tell him your feelings, you swear he's on cloud nine. immediately talking about how happy he's going to make you and how he'll make sure no one in this fucking realm ever touches you.

You have to talk him down from that, knowing that your other survivors would hate you if you were the only exception during trials. And while he says "fuck em" you know you can't have him as your only friend in the realm, as much as part of him would love that.

But it's nice, he treats you like royalty. Like you're his entire world.

It might not be a real happy ending, but it's probably the closest you'll get in this hellhole.

And that's good enough for the both of you.

#bunny writes #danny johnson #dbd #dbd x reader #danny johnson x reader #ghostface #ghostface x reader #scream #survivor!reader #fanfiction #slasher x reader #slasher fluff #slasher romance #slasher fic #100

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sadesluvr · 7 months

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A SINGLE MOM WHO WORKS TWO JOBS

WHO LOVES HER KIDS AND NEVER STOPS

WITH GENTLE HANDS AND A HEART OF A FIGHTER

#I’M A SURVIVOR!#crying omg #the fics…im cooking #mike schmidt #abby schmidt #fnaf #fnaf movie #florence_nomachine #fnaf memes #michael afton

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valka-arialitan · 7 months

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Here's that, as a kind reminder for people to BE GENTLE TO KAIDAN.

I saw the ''Wolverine or Kaidan ; who's the best canadian'' poll on tumblr, and had the SHITTIEST idea to go trough the reblogs tags and HOLY SHIT PEOPLE NEED TO FUCKING CHILL ???

Like basically, people voting for Kaidan were like ''sorry Logan, but Kaidan is my sweet baby boy </3'' while people voting for Wolverine were literally shitting on Kaidan and his fans and MAN ?? I DID NOT LIKE SEEING THAT.

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And in the middle of drawing this I thought that I absolutely had to make that second part.

Shepard is in his ''emotional battery'' recharge phase.

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loveinhawkins · 23 days

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What if Eddie being the fourth Vecna victim was inevitable? Because he’s connected to all of the murders, even the ones he didn’t witness: Max lives opposite him, and Fred died so close to the trailer park.

Dustin theorising about a powerful psychic connection, and what’s more powerful, more haunting than believing that every death leads back to you? That there’s a reason for it, that maybe you’re the problem, the poison in the water.

It’d be so easy to think that splitting headaches are just the result of being on the run, of dehydration. Then, as it gets worse, Eddie seeing shadows out the corner of his eye—that’s just because they’re in The Upside Down, and he spooks easily, he…

He doesn’t know that it’s a trick, even when he falls through the Gate to his vine-free bedroom and no-one’s there, or maybe it’s more that he wants to believe in it, to believe that the past few days were just a nightmare after all, and Chrissy…

He runs to the living room, she’s still—

But the same nightmare unfolds, and Eddie has to watch as she dies all over again; he tries to stop it, but now every time he touches her, it brings more pain, something was inside her head, pulling, and the thought in his head gets stronger and stronger, takes root: this was you; this was all you.

He wakes to Steve grabbing him as he falls, and he screams, fighting against Steve’s hold, can barely hear Steve saying, “Hey, hey, woah, it’s all right, I’ve—”

“Put me back,” Eddie begs. “Put me back.”

“Eddie,” Steve says, like the wind’s been taken out of him.

“She was there,” Eddie says, sobbing now, “she was there, she was right there, and I—I—”

“Eddie,” Steve repeats helplessly.

He’s staring at Eddie like he doesn’t know how to help him, like Eddie’s already too far away to reach.

Maybe he’s right, because Eddie can still feel something in his head, twisting, lying in wait; maybe that’s what he’s really been trying to escape as he kept running—maybe he’s just living on borrowed time.

#Eddie and compounded survivor guilt #implied steddie #of course #eddie munson fic #eddie munson ficlet #pre steddie #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steddie ficlet #eddie and chrissy

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confetti-cupcake · 1 year

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Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the wonderful @monsterrae1! This is more than seven sentences, but I didn't do an SSS last week, so let's count this one for double! Have some Survivor AU Michael POV and a sneak peek at the first immunity challenge!

“Come on in, guys!”

Michael resists the urge to pinch himself. This time last week he was on his couch in his brand new apartment, admiring the sleek windows in an effort to block out the unfamiliar backdrop of silence permeating his living situation. Now, he’s here, in Fiji, mere minutes away from competing in his first ever immunity challenge.

The challenges on Survivor were his favorite parts of the show. He watched them like football games, scaring Athena half-off the living room futon when his favorite castaways snatched victory out of the jaws of defeat, and collapsing in despair when they hadn’t. Sure, the strategy is interesting and a cool million dollars couldn't hurt. But that wasn’t what grabbed him and made every bone in his body ache with the urge to try the show out for himself. Where else would you get the opportunity to test yourself to this degree—physically, mentally, sometimes even emotionally—outside of Survivor challenges ? Especially at his age, his sports days so far in the rearview mirror, he can barely remember them anymore.

And so as the producer-arranged, height-ordered line he’s found himself sandwiched between marches out from the dense woods into sunlight, he can’t help but sneak a peek.

The first thing he sees when his view’s no longer blocked by Josh’s head is the gigantic course running across the even larger clearing. A few things stick out right away. There’s the two steep ramps at the start of the course, angled at a sharp decline, side-by-side. One yellow, one purple. There’s the wide trench dug deep into the ground, walled-in on the frontside by a tall mound of dirt — the likely remnants of what once belonged in the hole. And there’s the two consecutive A-frames on each side, all covered in netting.

He peers a bit further down the course before the line leads him too far away, and finds a pair of walls, inscribed with their color-coded tribe insignias, separating large bins from the rest of the obstacles. But his tribemates veer in the other direction toward the yellow and purple mats situated at the base of the ramps before he can see what’s inside.

He takes his spot on the yellow one between Sal and David, who holds the tribe flag like he’s a member of the official Matagi color guard, and studies his competition as they file onto their own mat. It hadn’t hit him how physically stacked their tribe was until he’d looked at them. The events of the last few months had done wonders for his self-confidence. In fact, he’d never before been so comfortable in his own skin. But one look at the beefy men and the muscular women on the Rotuma tribe threatens to set any bit of bravado he might’ve had about the challenge ablaze.

And ironically, the person who scares him the most out of anybody dressed in purple leads the pack, head held high, commanding the attention of everyone in the clearing.

Tagging: @lostinabuddiehaze @elvensorceress @ashwinmeird @megslovesbooks @jacksadventuresinwriting and anyone else who has something to share!

#seven sentence sunday #survivor fic #fic snippet #michael grant

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penvisions · 10 months

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of beskar and kyber {{masterlist}}

Fandom: The Mandalorian (Star Wars Universe)

Pairing: Din Djarin x Force Sensitive! Reader (the Mandalorian x Force Sensitive! Reader)

Summary: You’ve been on the run for as long as you can remember, from a lot of different people and a lot of different things. Everyone seems to see you as either a prize to show off or a captive to exploit. You had been successful in keeping a low profile and evading brief captures. That is until your mother contracted the Guild and the Mandalorian came to possess your tracking fob.

Will he be the reason your freedom is no longer something attainable or will he be the one to help you achieve it in ways you never anticipated?

Word Count: 161.5k - ongoing

Warnings: slow burn, enemies to lovers, plot heavy, very dialogue heavy in later chapters, reader has rich lore that will slowly be explored and brought to light, mentions of sa trauma (brief but integral to reader's character), canon typical violence

A/N: whew, okay. i have so much excitement for this fic. i have been editing a nearly 30k document for months now flushing out details and scenes and plotlines. this is a labor of love, i’m putting so much thought into each chapter before i post and making sure it’s all cohesive before posting! please feel free to share with me your thoughts on this one!! ♡

ao3 link || main masterlist

chapter 1 || chapter 2

chapter 3 || chapter 4

chapter 5 || chapter 6

chapter 7 || chapter 8

chapter 9 || chapter 10

chapter 11 || chapter 12

chapter 13 || chapter 14

chapter 15 || chapter 16

chapter 17 || chapter 18

chapter 19 || chapter 20

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dogsstew · 3 months

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This is how Billy got Stu to wake up if he survived the Tv to the Chrome Dome btw

#stupid ass shit post #reminds me of a certain fic #hey sharpyyy #hospital au #survivor au #scream 1996 #stu macher

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 3 months

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Older

Inspired by Older by Isabel LaRosa

Cm Punk X fem reader Word Count: 1300

Summary: Cm Punk was always jealous of the relationship between Y/n and Wardlow, he never understood their relationship. Sure he and Y/n had an 18-year age gap but he knew he would treat her so much better. When Wardlow cheats Punk knows now is his only chance to get with Y/n. “I can be your new Daddy”

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Die For You (Pt 2) Obsessed (Part 3)

I knew it was wrong, everything about this was wrong. Y/n was young, way younger than I, 18 years to be exact but I couldn't help the feelings I had for her. I was jealous of the guys that spoke to her, they were head over heels in love with her and I couldn't blame them, she was the most gorgeous thing I had ever laid my eyes on. She was delicate like a flower, yet wrapped in barbed wire. She had a sensitive soul yet she hid it from the world, building walls around her years ago. I watched as the blond girl ran past me with tears in her eyes and I knew something was wrong. I walked to catering and noticed Wardlow trying to run after her.

“What the fuck did you do?” I yelled walking up to the large man, stopping him in his tracks

“It’s none of your damn business Punk” He spat, shoving me out of the way. Without realizing it I went to swing at the man when I felt someone grab me from behind.

“Woah there big guy, he’s not worth it” I turned to find Cash and Dax, both having concerned looks on their faces.

“What’s going on?” I asked the two men in front of me

“He cheated on her” Dax replied

“What a jerk!-” I yelled

“Okay man, I love you but you are causing a scene” Cash interrupted me “Let’s talk somewhere else” I looked to see everyone looking at the three of us like we were madmen.

We walked down a few halls to the private locker rooms and passed Wardlow pounding on Y/n’s door. “Y/n, I’m sorry, okay. Open the door” I gave him a nasty look before heading into my locker room.

“Okay, what really happened?” I asked Cash and Dax, closing the door behind us

“Do you remember how she was upset after he had that fit at Revolution?” Cash said

“No-”

“Oh that’s right you weren't there” I gave him a nasty look. “My bad, so anyways he lost the TNT title, blew a fit and left right before Y/n won the title”

“What an asshole” I muttered under my breath

“So apparently when he left, he got with some groupie. Fucked up right, worst part is after she finally forgave him and everything because he was literally begging on his hands and knees for her to take him back he kept sleeping with randos in each town we went to”

I said nothing, I just sat in shock, trying to comprehend what I just heard. I never understood the relationship between the two of them, she was too good to be with someone like him. Their relationship always seemed weird, like something was always off, but I could never place it. I was lost in my thoughts when I was interrupted by a loud knock on the door.

Cash and Dax exchanged a confused look before opening the door, revealing a quite angry Wardlow. “What the fuck do you want?!” I asked the man who now stood in front of me.

Sure the four of us were friends but for some reason I never quite liked Wardlow. I was always civil with him but maybe it was my jealousy that made me secretly despise him.

“Can you get her to open up?” He asked, referring to Y/n who had understandably locked herself in her private locker room. “Why should we help you?” Cash asked, “Your just going to cheat on her again” I spat “You have no idea what you are talking about Punk” Wardlow spat back “This is none of your business” “Well it sure seems like my business if you are out here asking for our help” “Tell us why we should help you?” Cash asked, not buying a thing coming out of wardlows mouth. “She’s mentally unstable, she is literally crazy. I’m scared she is going hurt herself in there” I could tell his words were sincere, however, I did not buy the fact that Y/n was mentally insatiable. Sure her whole gimmick was being a hardcore Barbie but I knew deep down she wasn’t really crazy, or was she?

We agreed not to help Wardlow but to help get inside Y/n’s locker room. “You two stay with him, I will check on her,” I told Cash and Dax, not trusting Wardlow within a square inch of Y/n.

I carefully knocked on Y/n’s door, waiting for a response. “Go Away!” She yelled through the door “It’s just me” “What do you want Punk? I’m not talking to him” “This has nothing to do with Wardlow, I just wanted to see if you are alright. I saw what happened.” Y/n opened the door and let me inside. “So everyone saw,” she said as the tears began to reform in her eyes. “Don’t worry about them” I told her sincerely, joining her on the small couch which sat in the middle of the locker room. “So what happened love?” “I don’t wanna talk about it” I know I shouldn’t be asking such an invasive question but I just had to know “What do you see in him?” “What?” “Wardlow? What do you see in him? He is a big idiot with big muscles and probably a big dick” Y/n laughed at my comments, which made me happy to see her smile. “So you’re only interested in his dick?” I asked playfully “No” “Then what is it?!” “I dunno, he made me feel safe. I know that sounds stupid but it’s true. He’s huge, he kept all the creeps away, and the sex was a nice bonus” I mean it made sense. When they were first an item I noticed how protective he was of her, I wonder what happened. “I could take better care of you. I know I’m not as tall as him or as muscular but the difference between the two of us is that Wardlow is a boy and I am a man. I bet I could make you feel just as good as he did. I would do anything and everything for you.” Y/n said nothing, I knew she was shocked at my words. I knew I was better for her, I would spoil her with expensive gifts, and praise her every day. I knew she was into older guys, she and Wardlow had an eight-year age gap, the only thing the two of us would have was eighteen years.

“I mean it,” I told Y/n softly as I carefully lifted her chin so she could look at me. “I will give you the world. You will never have to worry about a single thing. I know you Y/n, you act all tough, you live for violence, love the taste of copper on your tongue. Fuck, I’ve seen your matches the title of ‘The Queen of Hardcore’ serves you well but I know that’s an act to hide who you really are. All you want is to be cared for. You like being with older men, the way they protect you, the way they love you better, the way they spoil you. You kill yourself in that ring to have someone like me put you back together, hold you close when you cry, love you to death. Tell me when I’m telling lies” I could tell by the look on her face that she knew I was right

“Forget about Wardlow, I can be your new daddy”

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