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fanfictionloveletters · 4 years ago

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dimples, curls, and freckles

Title: dimples, curls, and freckles Author: @nicolorenaldigenovia Fandom: The Old Guard Word Count: 1017 Ship: joe&nicky Summary: Nicky smiles then and shakes his head, going back inside the change room, and closing the curtain. He starts to carefully take off the trousers. And like he had expected, it’s a challenge. Just before he can pull them past his hips, he feels the fabric start to give and he sighs. It’s not a big deal if he ends up buying them because he had ripped them, but he’d be much happier if that doesn’t happen. He hears Nile walk back into the change rooms on the other side of the curtain and he groans. “Hey, you may need to help me out in these. They’re just too tight.” There’s a pause and a shuffle. “Uh, I can, most definitely, mysterious voice with a sexy accent behind door Number 4,” says a soft, teasing voice, and Nicky freezes, eyes widening. Not Nile. Most definitely not Nile. Love Letter: This one is just so damn cute you guys, and hinges on one of those universal experiences. You know how changing rooms are actually a section of penance in purgatory for those who have committed all kinds of sins (mild gluttony, occasional sloth, side -eyed envy--not actual serious sins), this is just where Nicky finds himself. The premise is one of being trapped in an article of clothing and needing your friend to help you get out of the garment with out breaking, but someone else overhears. It's little things that make this fic fun. The initial reaction and description of Joe's voice, teasing because hell yeah a sexy voice just asked him to help him out of his clothes, shifts into earnestness as he genuinely wants to know if Nicky needs help sight unseen. It's soft and sweet. But it's also funny. There is an exchange at the start between Nile and Nicky as he tries to explain that he is dummy thicc and if he bends overs eyes buggin', jaws droppin', and asses clappin' . And the humor is kind of the easy to overlook for most just there for the meet cute, but that might be my favorite part.

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#old guard #kaysanova #immortal husbands #Nicky and Joe #nicolorenaldigenovia #graphic pending #21.01.13

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fanfictionloveletters · 4 years ago

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Title: None What I’m calling it: Pride Paint Author: @mourntheantagonist Fandom: Stranger Things Word Count: 1277 Ship: harringrove

Love Letter

@mourntheantagonist is such a treat to read. They have a master post that I’m still not done going through, but I’m pretty sure this is the first one I read that they wrote. This one is soft and it’s nice to read something so soft for the harringrove community. There are several that deal with the physical and psychological ramifications of being posessed, drinking bleach, being taken hostage and beaten bloody, but this isn’t one of them. As much as I love heavy writing, on occasion it’s nice to just read something pleasant.

The premise is a simple teacher AU where Steve is a big favorite and Billy is new and still carving out his spot. The story follows the tradition of painted ceiling tiles as gifts for favorite teachers. It’s impossible sweet. I can’t really say more about it beyond requesting that if you read it, if you liked it--TELL @mourntheantagonist . If you’ve enjoyed this fanfiction love letter, please feel free to reblog so that others might enjoy the talents of our fan communities. If you have read this fic and would like to share why you love it, please go to to their story to ensure they see your praise and appreciation. And of course, if this fanfiction love letter inspired you to read this fic, I’d love to know. Feel free to recommend any fic that you feel I might like or that needs a love letter.

I am about to as always digress for a moment here So from this point on it’s more of a fan community PSA.

I had to stop working on this little passion project of mine because we were recently forced to move and there was no internet for an extended period of time, but I felt a renewed need to do it after I returned and learned between my posting about @inkedplume’s writing and today, they have deleted their blog or at very least changed urls. And while I do not know their reasons, I will dare to speculate on at few things.

I follow a lot of writers on my main account, and many of them discuss this feeling writing their hearts out, spending hours collaborating, only to have very few people engage with them about their writing. As you know I searched for hours to find @inkplume’s writing. @mourntheantagonist writing is another one I didn’t keep complete tabs (screenshot where a notification blocked the username) on because I was working on mobile. It occurred to me that maybe I need to explain what I mean when I post this

at the end of every post

The harringrove community feels small. There are a few players in the game ( @memes-saved-me @smashmouth-hargrove are some that spring readily to mind) who create content that runs the gambit. But other communities are very big and it’s easy to be one of many shouting into the void. If you as a community member read it, and you like it, at least repost it. Hell repost it and say thank you. Shoot, comment on it and say nice. Anything that will make the writers feel like it’s more of a conversation rather than just screaming into the void.

Look, I get it that you’re scrolling in bed late at night, or early in the morning, or hell on the toilet and you read something and you’re like, ‘oh cool that was nice’ so you hit the like button. Just hit the other button slightly to the side of that one and write one thing you liked. None of this is new information, but as someone who collects stories to write lengthier love letters for, I am watching writers give up. Don’t just consume. Show appreciation.

I had a cute teacher au idea

so you know those ceiling tiles in schools? the rectangular ones? you know the ones. well anyway, at my school and I know many other schools, students would often paint a ceiling tile either for extra credit or as a gift for their teacher.

so I’m thinking, art teacher steve and new in town english teacher billy.

because steve is both the art teacher and well liked among all his student, his ceiling is completely full of paintings, not a single bare tile. but when billy had arrived to his new classroom, all the tiles were completely white and bare. the teacher before him had taken them all with her when she left so they were replaced. billy didn’t even know it was a thing until he’d entered some of the other teachers classrooms and saw almost every teacher had them and he’d be lying if he didn’t feel a little left out. but hey, maybe he could just offer extra credit to his students if they made one.

except they reach the last day of the semester, and none of his students come in with a painted tile.

and to make matters worse he has an after school meeting that day and their holding it in mr. harrington’s classroom. billy had seen him around school and was undeniably attracted to him. he was cute always walking around in a paint splattered apron and he’d only ever heard good things from other students and the staff.

and all of that was confirmed when he saw his ceiling. most teachers had maybe five or six painted tiles but his was covered in beautiful artwork. he spent the whole meeting staring up at each tile because he was completely mesmerized. steve noticed but chose not to say anything. instead finding his way to billy’s classroom after the meeting had ended and peeking through the window of the door to see the blank ceiling.

he waited for spring break, which was just around the corner, to acquire a spare ceiling tile and take it home with him. propped it up on his easel and pulled out the acrylics and the closest picture he could find resembling the blue camaro that roared into the parking lot everyday.

when he finished the painting, just in the nick of time, he arrived to the school much earlier than he usually did when it was still dark. he bribed a custodian to let him into billy’s classroom where he quickly popped out a center tile and replaced it with the painting of his camaro. sure to lock the door behind him, leaving no trace of him other than the painted tile in his classroom.

when billy got in that day he was stunned to say the least. the painting looked almost like a picture. he probably would have a sore neck the next day from looking up at it for so long. his students kept asking about it. asking who did it and he just had to say he didn’t know. he wasn’t sure who had done it, but he had an idea.

steve had been coming around his room a lot more frequently than he had before. dropping in during his lunch to say hi or borrow markers that he damn well knows steve already had. he was the fucking art teacher for god sake. and just before they were let out for break they had had an innocent conversation about billy’s car. that couldn’t be a coincidence. could it?

somehow his students must have been reading his mind because as they were all discussing who it could be, the girl sitting at the front of the class with her sketch pad on her desk says “looks a lot like mr. harrington’s work”. and suddenly the class breaks out into unorganized chatter. only picking out a couple of phrases from the chaos that make his heart flutter. “that’s adorable!” and “mr. harrington likes mr. hargrove!” and it takes billy everything inside of him not to ask “you think so?” instead of shutting them all up and telling them to open their books.

instead of confronting steve about it, he waited for steve to inevitably show up during his lunch break to ask for some other art supplies that he definitely already has. which he did. colored pencils this time.

all of his suspicions are confirmed when steve walks in and actively avoids looking at the ceiling. like it’s very obvious he’s trying not to look. so billy makes him look. “see the new ceiling tile?” he says.

“yeah it looks great. who made it?”

“I was thinking you could tell me that.”

steve’s eyes get wide and he starts laughing uncomfortably with a hand pressed to the back of his neck. stuttering his words.

“did you paint it mr. harrington?”

“I might’ve. how did you know?”

“apparently my students seem know your art style very well. also our conversation about my car last week tipped me off.”

“oh yeah that. I was hoping you’d forget.”

billy can see he’s nervous, which is odd. he’s never seemed like the person to get nervous about his artwork. maybe his students were right about the other thing too. but that’s wishful thinking.

“thank you. for the tile. It meant a lot to me.”

“you’re welcome.” he can see steve start to relax a bit more.

and billy decides, fuck it, and goes for it.

“my students also have this idea that this means you like me. were they right about that too?”

he doesn’t immediately deny it like billy expects. no. steve blushes. he fucking blushes. and that is all billy needs before making a glance to door to make sure it’s locked and the window is covered before gently holding the tip of steve’s chin in between his thumb and index finger, slowly angling him down, and capturing his lips in a quick but deep kiss. steve doesn’t pull away. just lets his eyes fall shut and kisses him back.

and that’s just the beginning of their relationship. their fist kiss underneath the ceiling tile that started it all.

eventually news travels around school about the two of them after a student found steve on facebook with a picture of the two holding hands at the beach. billy freaks out at first, having previously taught in an environment that was definitely not okay with teachers being out and proud. but the two are met with so much love by their staff and students and they all think that it’s super cool that the “first and second coolest teachers in school” are together. they’re both always arguing about who is first and who is second.

there’s still the occasional student who will say the wrong thing. he’ll sometimes overhear kids whispering about the two of them, using slurs, and billy is always quick to shut that down. and despite billy not taking shit from little high school freshman. it hurts a little bit sometimes. sometimes he doubts his students are actually okay with it or they just think it’s all a joke.

until it’s the last day of school before summer, and the girl who sat at the front of his class who was never anything but sweet, walks into his class after school with a large rectangular object in her hand.

it’s a ceiling tile.

six painted stripes in the order of the rainbow. it’s a pride flag.

she doesn’t say anything before dropping it off. just gives him a shy smile before walking out the door.

and billy could cry.

okay he does cry.

he definitely cries.

#harringrove #stranger things #billy #steve #21.01.13 #preachypsa #mourntheantagonist

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