Fanfiction I wrote at 2 am so... shittyness. I actually feel nervous sharing this :P
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He stood there, nervous, he felt his heart sync… more up every beat it made. What if she was going to say no? What if she wasn't ready? Worst of all, would she break up with him?
It had been two years and a half since they got together and Rhys was still confused whether or not Fiona had commitment issues.
"You wanted to talk?" The voice occurs behind him, the voice that makes his heart warm every time but makes it skip a beat at this very moment.
"Oh, hey erm..." Rhys turns around, it was even more difficult to speak once he had to face her, but he couldn't look away from her. "So like... you've been complaining how yours and your sisters house is getting cramped up now?"
"Yeah... why?" She raises her eyebrow, tilting her head to the side.
"And... you know, we've been dating for about two years now."
"Rhys, where is this going?" He tensed… [view original content]
Me: Let's write Rhyiona!
Brain: Orrrrrrrr, we could go for a two mile walk, then come back and start working on the sequel to your short story!
Me: Goddammit, you're right...
I tried, but my obnoxious friend kept texting me all through it, interrupting the music flow that I was listening to, and I kept telling her "I'm walking, I can't text." and she kept texting me, and then was like "Just text me while you're walking!" like I was the dumb one for NOT THINKING OF THAT. Where I live, you can get a ticket for walking and texting. -_- I eventually ignored her, but she blasted me with about 10 texts after that, and then got pissed because I wouldn't answer her, and now she won't talk to me.
I tried, but my obnoxious friend kept texting me all through it, interrupting the music flow that I was listening to, and I kept telling her… more "I'm walking, I can't text." and she kept texting me, and then was like "Just text me while you're walking!" like I was the dumb one for NOT THINKING OF THAT. Where I live, you can get a ticket for walking and texting. -_- I eventually ignored her, but she blasted me with about 10 texts after that, and then got pissed because I wouldn't answer her, and now she won't talk to me.
It could just be a rumor, but all the neighborhood kids say that you can. I'm not 100% sure, but even if it's not true, it's still obnoxious to be outside and have a phone in your face, and people judge too much.
Actually, what I do know is that people have actually gotten tickets in my neighborhood for riding a bike without a helmet. Of course, that could just be because the cop who lives in my neighborhood has a kid who cracked his head open after not wearing a helmet. The poor kid wears a helmet for everything now.
so for the first time EVER in my life i tried to write in english. i didn't use a translator or anything, so please tell me if this is correct!
“Wait. You— You’re leaving?”
Fiona could hear the disappointment in his voice. It was a childish disappointment, a please don’t go kind of disappointment. But it was better to break his heart now than to promise him something that was probably never going to happen.
“What, do you want me to stay?”
She dressed herself quickly, like she didn’t want to think about what she was doing. Or about what she just did, or about what she was about to do. She didn’t want to think about anything. Rhys got out of bed and stumbled upon her, sheets tangled around his ankles.
“But why? I— I mean, come on, what did I do wrong?”
There was an awkward silence.
“Uh, should I...” Rhys mumbled. “Put some... clothes—“
“Yes, you should put some clothes on.”
Fiona let out a sigh and Rhys started putting on his socks. Why start with the socks...? Fiona thought. His feet weren’t that ugly, at least not uglier than the socks. She turned around to avoid staring at him, something that apparently made Rhys a bit upset. He didn’t understand what was going on.
“You know, you just saw me like this like an hour ago, and you didn’t seem disgusted at all”.
Fiona scoffed. “That was an hour ago.”
“Yeah, being naked is soooo last hour...”
She rolled her eyes and almost smiled. Almost. Rhys pulled on his trousers and looked at her across the room. She looked tense, and it worried him. What happened? Where did that sudden urge to leave come from?
“You’re... going to tell me what’s going on, or...”
“I’ve been... thinking.”
“Oh.”
Rhys didn’t even put his shirt on and he crawled over the bed to approach her. He cleared his throat as he fought the temptation to just kiss her again, like back when everything was fine. Fiona looked at him like he was both a dream and a nightmare.
“I think...” Fiona breathed quietly. “I think I care about you.”
It could just be a rumor, but all the neighborhood kids say that you can. I'm not 100% sure, but even if it's not true, it's still obnoxious… more to be outside and have a phone in your face, and people judge too much.
Actually, what I do know is that people have actually gotten tickets in my neighborhood for riding a bike without a helmet. Of course, that could just be because the cop who lives in my neighborhood has a kid who cracked his head open after not wearing a helmet. The poor kid wears a helmet for everything now.
Fanfiction I wrote at 2 am so... shittyness. I actually feel nervous sharing this :P
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He stood there, nervous, he felt his heart sync… more up every beat it made. What if she was going to say no? What if she wasn't ready? Worst of all, would she break up with him?
It had been two years and a half since they got together and Rhys was still confused whether or not Fiona had commitment issues.
"You wanted to talk?" The voice occurs behind him, the voice that makes his heart warm every time but makes it skip a beat at this very moment.
"Oh, hey erm..." Rhys turns around, it was even more difficult to speak once he had to face her, but he couldn't look away from her. "So like... you've been complaining how yours and your sisters house is getting cramped up now?"
"Yeah... why?" She raises her eyebrow, tilting her head to the side.
"And... you know, we've been dating for about two years now."
"Rhys, where is this going?" He tensed… [view original content]
so for the first time EVER in my life i tried to write in english. i didn't use a translator or anything, so please tell me if this is corre… morect!
“Wait. You— You’re leaving?”
Fiona could hear the disappointment in his voice. It was a childish disappointment, a please don’t go kind of disappointment. But it was better to break his heart now than to promise him something that was probably never going to happen.
“What, do you want me to stay?”
She dressed herself quickly, like she didn’t want to think about what she was doing. Or about what she just did, or about what she was about to do. She didn’t want to think about anything. Rhys got out of bed and stumbled upon her, sheets tangled around his ankles.
“But why? I— I mean, come on, what did I do wrong?”
There was an awkward silence.
“Uh, should I...” Rhys mumbled. “Put some... clothes—“
“Yes, you should put some clothes on.”
Fiona let out a sigh and Rhys started putt… [view original content]
Um, you mean like "cutting off part of someone's scalp with hair attached as a trophy" scalped or some kind of medical scalped that I don't know about? (Because my knowledge of medicine is nonexistent.)
so for the first time EVER in my life i tried to write in english. i didn't use a translator or anything, so please tell me if this is corre… morect!
“Wait. You— You’re leaving?”
Fiona could hear the disappointment in his voice. It was a childish disappointment, a please don’t go kind of disappointment. But it was better to break his heart now than to promise him something that was probably never going to happen.
“What, do you want me to stay?”
She dressed herself quickly, like she didn’t want to think about what she was doing. Or about what she just did, or about what she was about to do. She didn’t want to think about anything. Rhys got out of bed and stumbled upon her, sheets tangled around his ankles.
“But why? I— I mean, come on, what did I do wrong?”
There was an awkward silence.
“Uh, should I...” Rhys mumbled. “Put some... clothes—“
“Yes, you should put some clothes on.”
Fiona let out a sigh and Rhys started putt… [view original content]
Medical scalped, like in a freak accident. It happens. Look it up. Both involve the loss of the scalp, but the first usually indicates something sinister done on purpose. For example, Michael Foster from "The Call".
Um, you mean like "cutting off part of someone's scalp with hair attached as a trophy" scalped or some kind of medical scalped that I don't know about? (Because my knowledge of medicine is nonexistent.)
Are you SURE this is your first time writing English? As far as I can tell, your writing in English is great, which is something I can't say for many people who learned it as their first language.
so for the first time EVER in my life i tried to write in english. i didn't use a translator or anything, so please tell me if this is corre… morect!
“Wait. You— You’re leaving?”
Fiona could hear the disappointment in his voice. It was a childish disappointment, a please don’t go kind of disappointment. But it was better to break his heart now than to promise him something that was probably never going to happen.
“What, do you want me to stay?”
She dressed herself quickly, like she didn’t want to think about what she was doing. Or about what she just did, or about what she was about to do. She didn’t want to think about anything. Rhys got out of bed and stumbled upon her, sheets tangled around his ankles.
“But why? I— I mean, come on, what did I do wrong?”
There was an awkward silence.
“Uh, should I...” Rhys mumbled. “Put some... clothes—“
“Yes, you should put some clothes on.”
Fiona let out a sigh and Rhys started putt… [view original content]
so for the first time EVER in my life i tried to write in english. i didn't use a translator or anything, so please tell me if this is corre… morect!
“Wait. You— You’re leaving?”
Fiona could hear the disappointment in his voice. It was a childish disappointment, a please don’t go kind of disappointment. But it was better to break his heart now than to promise him something that was probably never going to happen.
“What, do you want me to stay?”
She dressed herself quickly, like she didn’t want to think about what she was doing. Or about what she just did, or about what she was about to do. She didn’t want to think about anything. Rhys got out of bed and stumbled upon her, sheets tangled around his ankles.
“But why? I— I mean, come on, what did I do wrong?”
There was an awkward silence.
“Uh, should I...” Rhys mumbled. “Put some... clothes—“
“Yes, you should put some clothes on.”
Fiona let out a sigh and Rhys started putt… [view original content]
so for the first time EVER in my life i tried to write in english. i didn't use a translator or anything, so please tell me if this is corre… morect!
“Wait. You— You’re leaving?”
Fiona could hear the disappointment in his voice. It was a childish disappointment, a please don’t go kind of disappointment. But it was better to break his heart now than to promise him something that was probably never going to happen.
“What, do you want me to stay?”
She dressed herself quickly, like she didn’t want to think about what she was doing. Or about what she just did, or about what she was about to do. She didn’t want to think about anything. Rhys got out of bed and stumbled upon her, sheets tangled around his ankles.
“But why? I— I mean, come on, what did I do wrong?”
There was an awkward silence.
“Uh, should I...” Rhys mumbled. “Put some... clothes—“
“Yes, you should put some clothes on.”
Fiona let out a sigh and Rhys started putt… [view original content]
Are you SURE this is your first time writing English? As far as I can tell, your writing in English is great, which is something I can't say for many people who learned it as their first language.
Wonderful job on the fanfic, please write more!
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Aw thanks
That last line, so precious
Good job!
Lmao, nice gif xD
Thanks Poogers
Aww thanks wolf, I'm glad you liked it
Thank you
I stared at this dumbly for minutes before catching on. I feel so dumb. Anyway, saved it... for science, obviously.
Me: Let's write Rhyiona!
Brain: Orrrrrrrr, we could go for a two mile walk, then come back and start working on the sequel to your short story!
Me: Goddammit, you're right...
I love this saying.
I've heard it before but I still sat in complete confusion for a while before going "Ooooooooooooooh!"
I tried, but my obnoxious friend kept texting me all through it, interrupting the music flow that I was listening to, and I kept telling her "I'm walking, I can't text." and she kept texting me, and then was like "Just text me while you're walking!" like I was the dumb one for NOT THINKING OF THAT. Where I live, you can get a ticket for walking and texting. -_- I eventually ignored her, but she blasted me with about 10 texts after that, and then got pissed because I wouldn't answer her, and now she won't talk to me.
Yeah, it took me a minute when I first saw it, too.
Ah, that sounds annoying. She'll probably cool off eventually, don't worry.
Walking while texting tickets? That's a first...
It could just be a rumor, but all the neighborhood kids say that you can. I'm not 100% sure, but even if it's not true, it's still obnoxious to be outside and have a phone in your face, and people judge too much.
Actually, what I do know is that people have actually gotten tickets in my neighborhood for riding a bike without a helmet. Of course, that could just be because the cop who lives in my neighborhood has a kid who cracked his head open after not wearing a helmet. The poor kid wears a helmet for everything now.
She just texted me. Her exact words:
so for the first time EVER in my life i tried to write in english. i didn't use a translator or anything, so please tell me if this is correct!
“Wait. You— You’re leaving?”
Fiona could hear the disappointment in his voice. It was a childish disappointment, a please don’t go kind of disappointment. But it was better to break his heart now than to promise him something that was probably never going to happen.
“What, do you want me to stay?”
She dressed herself quickly, like she didn’t want to think about what she was doing. Or about what she just did, or about what she was about to do. She didn’t want to think about anything. Rhys got out of bed and stumbled upon her, sheets tangled around his ankles.
“But why? I— I mean, come on, what did I do wrong?”
There was an awkward silence.
“Uh, should I...” Rhys mumbled. “Put some... clothes—“
“Yes, you should put some clothes on.”
Fiona let out a sigh and Rhys started putting on his socks. Why start with the socks...? Fiona thought. His feet weren’t that ugly, at least not uglier than the socks. She turned around to avoid staring at him, something that apparently made Rhys a bit upset. He didn’t understand what was going on.
“You know, you just saw me like this like an hour ago, and you didn’t seem disgusted at all”.
Fiona scoffed. “That was an hour ago.”
“Yeah, being naked is soooo last hour...”
She rolled her eyes and almost smiled. Almost. Rhys pulled on his trousers and looked at her across the room. She looked tense, and it worried him. What happened? Where did that sudden urge to leave come from?
“You’re... going to tell me what’s going on, or...”
“I’ve been... thinking.”
“Oh.”
Rhys didn’t even put his shirt on and he crawled over the bed to approach her. He cleared his throat as he fought the temptation to just kiss her again, like back when everything was fine. Fiona looked at him like he was both a dream and a nightmare.
“I think...” Fiona breathed quietly. “I think I care about you.”
Best to be safe then. And yeah, it feels like people think worse of you just because of that.
Oh wow, poor him! At least he's better now, right?
That's great!
awwwwwwwww this made my heart melt
Oooh, tension and struggle, I love it!
Yeah, he's a lot better now then he was then. I'm not 100% sure, but I think he got scalped.
Um, you mean like "cutting off part of someone's scalp with hair attached as a trophy" scalped or some kind of medical scalped that I don't know about? (Because my knowledge of medicine is nonexistent.)
thank you! the plot is very lazy, it's just to see if i can express myself...
and yeah, fiona is not very good at talking about her feelings x)
Aww thank you
Rgvrgbthmhrnrh The last line had me smiling THIS IS SO CUTE!
Medical scalped, like in a freak accident. It happens. Look it up. Both involve the loss of the scalp, but the first usually indicates something sinister done on purpose. For example, Michael Foster from "The Call".
Are you SURE this is your first time writing English? As far as I can tell, your writing in English is great, which is something I can't say for many people who learned it as their first language.
Wonderful job on the fanfic, please write more!
LMAO
This was great, thanks for sharing.
This is fantastic :O
And your English is great as well
I am really lazy so I just made this Rhyiona video
4ever
Oh my god, Vaughn on the background. Best bro ever! xD
This is great!
thank you so much
Support matters
Thanks
yes, this is the first time i try, and it's not great but at least it's a start!
thank you very much for your encouragement, i will keep trying!
it's my first time but it's not that bad, no...? ;;
thank you! it means a lot to me!
I LOST IT WHN VAUGHN APPEARED
thank you, i'm very glad you like it ´v`
Now I wish Rhys would confess his love for Fiona this way ;__;
Holy shit Vaughn in the background xD I love this!
ONLY TRUE BROS PROVIDE MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND. Thank you Vaughn for your contribution! XD