7 Works by Writin_it
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His head meets his arm and it’s better there, he thinks. There’s no blinding sun but acid remains coating his throat and his lungs sting from holding his breath. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Why can’t he breathe? It’s like - it’s like…the solar eclipse has decided that the pit is his. It’s like there is only Shane and everything he hates. Why does he hate so many things? It’s like the dam has been broken and all he’s got is one empty glass of water to scoop it up. It’s like-
“Shane.”
Softer. “Shane.” He exhales.
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The pasta scene but rewritten from Shane’s point of view because the whole thing made me wanna cry. They are so cute - and Shane is so neurodivergent it hurts.
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Breathe Hollander.” It’s not the words that stop him talking, it’s the lips that follow. A fierce pull; a graze of teeth, the taste of nicotine gum. Shane pulls for air, “I need to go.” But there is a rise behind his palms, lungs that rap to rhythm that isn’t his. Might as well have been. “Practice was cancelled. Game postponed.” His eyebrows furrowed so hard he could barely see the smile slinking into the Russians cheeks. “Snow day!” Grins Ilya, fingers crawling up Hollister’s back, shaping stars over moles he can’t see.
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Drabble of Shane flirting with Ilya, there is sleepy cuddles and Russian pet names involved.
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“I came to the Chateau that day, you weren’t home. I said I’d come back.”
“You did. Come back I mean.”
“A little late.”
“I don’t have a watch anyway.” A small chuckle escapes her, her eyes drifting from the cluster of freckles on John b’s nose to the horizon. Patches of birds swarm over the sea, welcoming her in like it always does. And as always , a part of her wants to run straight for it. Something kept her feet on solid ground though. Her brother , beside her. Her boys behind her.
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Kiara’s kook year wasn’t so easy, but neither was finding her way back to her boys.
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The pogues see death so much it’s like a memory. A black cloud always threatening to draw them in. Fighting the cloud isn’t possible though, so instead Kiara sits with her toes in the sand with hands gripping scraped knees so hard they’re red marks forming beneath her fingers.
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The pogues are stranded together on a desert island, with nothing but grief and each other.
Each other might be all they need.
In other words, a Jiara slow burn as well a pure love between their found family.
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Small adventures tied together through the love of Kie and JJ!
Be prepared for a tons of angst, softness, and drama. But also some obvious sarcasm and joking from our favourite couple.
Read different chapters and hide away from the mess of season 4.
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Adventure with Kiara and the rest of the pogues as they navigate life after season 3, El Dorado.
Nothing is right, nothing feels like home. Kiara needs someone to hear her screams, needs someone to hold her tight. Will her favourite blonde boy hear her before she cries, before she breaks?
Watch JJ unscramble the mess to help his Kie. What's it like being the calm to the panicked? How is he going to help the curly haired girl breathe?
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Once the light managed to creep along the rippled blue surface, she plunged in. Just for a minute she let her body sink, her bikini fighting the pressure and her eyes stinging every so slightly. She didn't care. All she felt was the muddle of warm ocean pressing into her skin, the sun sprinkling over soft waves her friend’s feet created. The anxiety released from her grasp. Water dripped down her forehead as the morning air filled her lungs once again. "She returns." John b announced, his brown eyes reaching her face. "Do you think you'll ever stop looking at me like that?" Begrudgingly letting out a sigh. "Like what?" He shrugged.
"Like you've got to protect me from my own feelings." Salt returned to her eyes as his splash forced into her. "Asshole." Remarked the girl, swimming further away from where he sat.
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Kie wakes up feeling unbearably suffocated but she finds peace in her best friend John B.