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sissylittlefeather · 4 months ago

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Hi there! I’m not exactly sure how to give links to songs, nor am I sure if I send this other places, but I do have a song I’d like to give for the event! “Your Love’s Been A Long Time Coming”, by Elvis, of course, and my only other request is that you have a good day/night! 💜

12 Days of Ficmas

Day 5: Your Love's Been a Long Time Coming

A/N: Aw thank you so much!!! I'm sorry this one is late. We're still dying of some kind of plague in my house and it's been rather distracting. But here it is!

(Also, as an aside, I have a whole fic series based on this song. If you're interested, find it here.)

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Word count: ~1.2k

You've had one bad relationship after another with men that hurt you over and over again. It's gotten so bad that you've sworn off dating altogether. It's just not worth the pain.

That's when Elvis collides with your life. No, really. He actually collides with you. He rear-ends your car in the middle of the night on your way home from work because you're too broke to get your tail lights fixed. He's ready to read you the riot act until you roll your window down and turn your tear-stained face up to him. When you realize who he is you stammer and apologize and cry even harder, but he's gentle and kind and he makes sure you and your car get home safely. Still, you're pretty sure you've seen the last of him.

But you haven't, not by a long shot. He turns up on your doorstep two days later with a bouquet of pink roses and the keys to a brand new station wagon. You sit on the porch and talk for a bit until he tries to persuade you to go to dinner with him. You're deep into telling him no when your son comes to the door to announce that whatever your mom is cooking is ready to eat. It's a veritable nightmare and you bury your blushing cheeks in your hands.

“What's for dinner, bud?” Elvis asks over you. Your 5 year old son, Benny, replies happily.

“Meatloaf!”

“I love meatloaf. Is there enough for me?” You sit up and shake your head. There's no way you're letting him come into the house you share with your aging mother and young son.

“We always have extra. Come on.” Benny pushes the screen door open and Elvis stands up before you can stop him. You want to sink into the floor as he stands in your tiny, messy living room, but Elvis continues to be gracious and sweet. He puts his arm around your shoulders and pulls you in close to him, whispering in your ear.

“It's okay, honey. I like it. It's nice and homey.” He pulls back and smiles down at you. You're not sure how it happens, but somehow you end up with Elvis Presley at your small dinner table, laughing and chatting with your little family. He and your son bond instantly over cars and football. He even manages a talk with your mother about church music and she blushes and calls him a ‘nice young man’. The conversation is easy and you seem to get along in a way that he hasn't experienced in a while. There's something about you, a simplicity and authenticity, that he can't get enough of. When the night comes to an end, you walk him back out to the front porch and he kisses your cheek and tells you he'd like to see you again. How on earth are you supposed to say no?

After a few more weeks of spending an inordinate amount of time together, you find yourself in his bedroom at Graceland. You know he's married, but that doesn't seem to matter to either of you as he kisses you deeply, his hands on your hips. He starts to move down your neck, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin under your ear.

“Elvis?”

“Hm?” He doesn't stop kissing your neck.

“Why do you like me?” Now he pulls back and looks down at you.

“Honey, I've been dating beauty queens and movie stars for so long, I forgot what a regular woman is like. You're a real person and I like who you are. You make me laugh and you're kind and warm and you don't see dollar signs when you look at me. You're smart and beautiful and you're a good mom. I've been waiting for someone like you for a long time.” You look up at him, your eyes glassy with tears.

“I think I've been waiting for you too.” He smiles and dives into another deep kiss and neither of you looks back. You shed clothing left and right as you stumble to the bed, his hands running over your naked skin. He presses his lips anywhere he can get them and lays you on the bed gently. In a matter of seconds, he has you spread open for him, his tongue dipping into your pussy between hard licks over your clit. Your hand goes to his hair as you whimper and moan and get closer and closer to your climax. He's relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure and you've never had a man try this hard to get you off. He feels your walls flutter and tighten on his fingers and hums, the vibration making you see stars. It doesn't take much longer for you to cum, your pussy throbbing around him as the lightning bolts run in your veins.

“God, you're pretty when you cum.” He whispers as he sits back up, situating your ankles on his shoulders. You bite your bottom lip as he teases your sensitive entrance with the head of his cock. “You ready, baby?”

“Yes, oh yes please!” You whimper breathlessly as he starts to slowly push into you, giving you time to adjust to the size of him. It feels so good, being filled like this, and the pleasure threatens to overwhelm you. When he bottoms out, his whole cock inside you, he stops for a second and groans.

“You're so tight, baby. So fuckin’ tight. You're perfect.” You moan as he slowly pulls back and then thrusts forward, filling you again. “Does it feel good?”

“Feels so good! Oh!” He smiles down at you and kisses your ankle as he starts to pick up a steady rhythm of fucking into you.

“You got such pretty little sooties, baby.” He kisses your ankle again as his hand caresses your foot, his dick sliding in and out of you at an even pace.

“God, Elvis, this is amazing.” You moan as he rearranges your legs to be around his hips. He leans over on top of you and whispers in your ear.

“I want you to stay with me. Not just tonight.”

“But aren't you–”

“That's over. Has been for a while now. I want you, baby, for the long haul. Tell me you want me too.” He holds both of your wrists in one of his hands above your head and runs his fingertips down your body with the other.

“Yes, Elvis. Yes, I want you.” He grips your hip with his free hand and starts to pump into you faster and harder.

“Good. I'm gonna cum, baby.”

“Me too, oh god.” He slams into you hard and deep and you hit your climax simultaneously, both of you pulsing and panting and melting into each other. As your bodies relax and you come down from your shared high, he presses his sweaty forehead to yours.

“I love you, baby. I know it's quick, but I've loved you since I first saw you.”

“Oh, Elvis. It's not quick. This has been a long time comin’ for me. I love you too.” He smiles and rests his head on your chest.

“It has for me too, baby. It has for me too.”

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The End

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warriorofthought · 1 year ago

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Ice Bear

Summary: You always were close to Lindir but he suddenly finds your present disturbing and that hurts you. Can you both come to good terms back again?

Word Count: 2023

Warnings: a bit hurt and sad feelings

Linder X Reader

In the serene woods of Riverdale, amidst the whispering leaves and the soft glow of moonlight, Lindir, the gentle minstrel of the Elves, found himself entangled in an unexpected situation. He had always been known for his kindness and compassion, but lately, he found himself feeling overwhelmed by the attentions of an ardent admirer.

As Lindir strummed his lute beneath the ancient mallorn trees, he sensed the presence of You approaching. With a courteous smile, Lindir welcomed you but his heart sank as You began to speak.

"Lindir," You began earnestly, "I must confess, I find myself drawn to your presence more than ever. Your melodies enchant me, your wisdom inspires me. I... I feel as though I cannot bear to be apart from you, as I was a child I was often by you, I miss that."

Lindir's heart fluttered with discomfort, for while he cherished You as a friend, he did not share the same romantic feelings. With a heavy heart, Lindir gathered his courage to speak his truth.

"Y/n" Lindir began gently, "I am deeply honored by your affection, but I must confess that I feel you have become... too clingy."

Your expression faltered, a flicker of hurt crossing your features. "Clingy? I... I only wish to be close to you, Lindir. Is that not what friends do?"

Lindir sighed, his fingers tracing the delicate patterns of his lute. "Indeed, friends do share a bond of closeness, but there must also be space for individual pursuits and interests. I fear that your constant presence leaves me feeling suffocated, unable to breathe freely."

Silence enveloped them like a shroud as You processed Lindir's words, his gaze cast downwards in contemplation. After a moment, he looked up, his eyes filled with remorse.

"I had not realized," You murmured, your voice tinged with regret. "Forgive me, Lindir, if I have caused you discomfort. I only wished to express my admiration for you."

Lindir's heart clenched with regret at the pain in your voice, but he knew that honesty was the only path forward.

A flicker of hurt crossed your features, like a shadow passing over the moonlit glade. You stood silent for a moment, your gaze fixed upon the ground, before finally lifting his eyes to meet Lindir's.

"I have understood your words, I'm sorry for disturbing you" you murmured, voice tinged with sorrow.

Lindir's heart ached at the pain in your voice, but he knew that he could not retract his words. And so, with a heavy heart, he watched as you quickly turned and walked away, disappearing into the depths of the forest like a fleeting shadow.

Days turned into weeks, and still, there was no sign of You searching for him. Lindir wandered the woods of Riverdale, his heart heavy with regret, longing for the familiar presence of his dear friend. But try as he might, he could find no trace of you, as if you had vanished into the mists of his memory.

And so, beneath the canopy of stars, Lindir played his lute, the echoes of his melodies mingling with the sighing of the trees. For even as the silence between them grew, he held onto the hope that one day, their friendship would bloom anew, like a flower blossoming in the wake of winter's chill.

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A few weeks later

Lindir manage to spot you as you do your usual duty and steps up to you. Your attention is immediately drawn to him as you hear him. You quickly look away and tried to leave but he steps into your way.

"don't you dare to step closer, i don't want you near me" you utter a bit too rough, the Sight of him brings pain.

Lindir stops moving and his heart sinks for a moment. You truly don't want to let him come any closer and it hurts Lindir more than he wants to show. He finally understands that his words had hurted you more than he thought.

"So..." He replies with a mixture of hurt and sadness in his eyes trying to come up with a conversation. "You would have wanted to keep spending time with me and see me and hear my stories like we used to?"

"Have I ever said I don't want that?"

Lindir is quiet for a moment as he lets these words sink in. He realizes how stupid he has been. Maybe things could go back to how they had been. Maybe you are not truly gone from him after all.

"Can I ask you something?" Lindir says as he slowly walks closer to you. "Will you please let me tell you one last story? I still know so many and I was saving at least one for you. You never got to hear it. Will you please let me do that?"

You slowly nod " is it about the ice bear?"

Lindir notices how much you are opening up to him at the mention of a story he wishes to tell you and it warms his heart.

"Indeed it is." He says and looks at you. A moment of silence passes and he then looks at the floor, as if preparing himself. "Shall I begin?"

"yes" you nod and sit down on a nearby bench.

Lindir is quiet for a long moment. He is really glad you want to hear his story, even after he messed up so much. And he wants to make it up to you for it.

"Once, very long ago, there was a group of elves who lived in a far remote area within the forests. And they loved to explore these woods. One day, they stumbled on a cave that was very deep within the depths of the woods. They explored the cave and soon began to be surrounded by a lot of ice."

Your eyes slowly move over to him.

"As they went deeper, they soon noticed that they were becoming surrounded by more and more ice. It was as if the cave was a large freezer. The deeper they went, the tighter the ice became.

But they were brave and went all the way down until they reached a huge chamber that was filled entirely with ice. In the middle of the room, they saw something that startled them immediately."

"the little ice bear?"

Lindir is silent for a second, surprised that you already know most of the story. However, that does not bother him.

"Yes, indeed. It was a tiny little thing, so small that it fit in the palm of your hand. It was lying on its side and barely moving. All the elves were worried that it was going to die because it was freezing.

Then, something unexpected happened. The little ice bear moved its head and suddenly it looked directly at them."

Your eyes slowly show a little bit of your excitement.

Lindir notices a hint of excitement in your eyes. He continues with the story.

"Everybody was shocked at first. But the elf who had been exploring this cave the most got closer with a gentle and cautious approach. He had always loved animals of all kinds and he could not stop himself from trying to save the ice bear. He moved closer and carefully picked up the little bear.

His touch seemed to have an immediate and magical effect, as the very ice that surrounded the bear began to melt. And the little bear regained its breath."

"Wow" you mumble

Lindir smiles at you, realizing that you are enjoying his story more and more.

"Indeed. As the ice vanished, it became visible that the cave was more like a freezer and the ice was like magic frozen on this animal. All the elves were completely astonished at what they could see.

In the end, the elf that had held the small bear in his arms decided to take him with him back to the woods. Since that day, the little ice bear and the elf were inseparable."

"They are friends now?"

"They are not just friends now. They are bonded for the rest of their lives. The ice bear is actually very clingy towards the elf and likes to ride on his shoulders. The elf always loves to pet him and even has given him a name."

Lindir pauses for a moment and then leans a little bit closer to you and speaks softly. "Would you like to know the name he gave him?"

You nod.

Lindir leans even closer, his voice almost a whisper by now. He can tell that this story is hitting a spot in you.

"The elf called the little ice bear 'Icely'. They are so bonded and so close now that it is as if they cannot be separated. Icely is always with the elf and the elf can never be sad because Icely will always be there to cheer him up."

"that sounds nice"

"And what if I told you that that small ice bear reminds me of someone?" He asks you. With a glance, you understand who he is referencing.

"Of who?" You ask, trying to hide your curious feelings.

“It's the one I care so much about and the one that deserves all the kindness and love I have to give. The one I miss every day after you started to avoid me."

"You." He answers softly. "I feel as if we are like the elf and the bear. We cannot be separated. Maybe what happened between us before was so hurtful, but now I am not ready to let you go either. I will never leave you and I will always be here for you whether you wish to admit it or not." He sighs slightly, a bit sad.

"I cannot explain the feeling. Whenever I am with you, I do not feel sad because you are there. Even when I do not have the best day, you make it brighter and happier simply by being there.”

Lindir gets a bit closer to you and he talks softly. His tone is sincere and his eye contact is full of kindness.

“I have told you the story of my friends to tell you this: you are my little ice bear. You are not a burden for me, I promise, i will never tell you something like that so rough, i will be softer."

"Lindir" your voice finally soft again and it drifted through the air like a whisper carried on the wind, "I have missed you."

"Y/n" Lindir breathed, relief flooding through him like a river breaking free from its banks, "I feared I had lost you forever."

You look at him with a hesitant smile, your gaze soft and searching. "I needed time to... to process our conversation, your words were a bit hard for me" you admitted, your voice tinged with vulnerability. "But I realize now that I cannot bear to be apart from you, Lindir."

A surge of warmth flooded Lindir's heart at your words, and he reached out to clasp his hand, their fingers intertwining like the branches of two trees intertwined in a forest glade.

"Nor can I bear to be apart from you, y/n" Lindir confessed, his voice barely more than a whisper carried on the breeze. “ You have always held a special place in my heart, a place of light and warmth amidst the shadows."

Your eyes widened with surprise, your gaze locking with Lindir's in an unspoken exchange of understanding. And then, with a tender smile, he leaned forward, and hug you in a gentle big warm hug that spoke volumes of the love that had blossomed between you both.

Underneath the canopy of stars, amidst the whispering leaves and the soft glow of moonlight, Lindir and you found solace in each other's arms, their bond strengthened not by words alone, but by the depth of their shared affection. And as they danced beneath the silvered sky, their hearts entwined like the branches of two trees reaching for the heavens, they knew that their love would endure for all eternity, a beacon of hope in a world shrouded in darkness.

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theageofcaravel · 2 years ago

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Rose-Coloured Boy. - Jamie Tartt x F!reader

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MASTERLIST

Chapter I: Reeling Through the Midnight Streets

Plot: Jamie Tartt and Y/N have been best friends since primary school. The pair had fallen out once graduation hit, both of them going their separate ways; Jamie finally kicking off (pun intended) his football career, and Y/N finally walking through the doors of her cinematographer career. One day, they cross paths in the corridors of Nelson Road, Y/N getting the assignment to make a mini docuseries of one of the football clubs in England, hers being AFC Richmond.

Set during season 2 and onward.

warnings: swearing, mentions of food and alcohol

word count: 3,7k

an: HELLOOOOOO!!! im excited to write this, I'm so late to the Ted Lasso wagon, but here I am. I got the idea for this story when I was sat on my couch looking through Pinterest and then I made a board for it. This has also taken me a few days to crank out because I've second guessed the plot a couple of times but anyway, I'm watching Cody and Noel's Love Island series and its reminding me of that one episode in season 2. LMAO, enjoy <3!!!!

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Breathing in deeply, you closed your notebook. Looking up at your professor, you gently rapped your manicured nails upon your desk and eagerly waited to see which football club you were going to be assigned to. The hope in your chest wanted to get your hometown's very own club, having a plausible excuse to visit your home, without your parents getting under your skin..

"Y/N L/N," Professor Loughty called out your name, you quickly stood from your desk and grabbed your belongings. "Yes, sir?" you asked, an eager glimmer in your eyes. "you're gonna be in charge of AFC Richmond, I've emailed Miss Welton and have gotten the approval for you to leave right after I dismiss you, there should be a cab right outside for you. you're going to have to find which one is yours."

With a solemn nod, you breathed in, "is there any way that I could have Manchester City, perchance?" all Professor Loughty replied with a shake of his head, "sorry, Miss L/N, all final decisions have been made."

"Alright, thank you, professor." you nodded again.

"You are dismissed."

Making your way out of the classroom, you sighed disappointedly. All you really wanted was to spend time with your sister, Libby. Your built-in best friend, the person who you call often to just ramble, vent, or see how life on the other side is.

A chime of your phone pulled you out of your thoughts.

any updates?

Libby. So much for getting pulled out of your thoughts.

yeah, got Richmond :/ BUT I promise I'll make it up to you. I'll visit soon.

:( okayyy I love youu

"Y/N!" pocketing your phone, your attention was now averted from your patronising thoughts to that of your best friend. "Bee! Hey." you smiled and waited for your friend to fully approach you.

"Who'd ya end up gettin'?" the Irish girl asked in her usual chipper tone.

"Richmond, I wanted Man City."

She scrunched her nose. "Mmm, ain't that the team with that American coach?" Bee added with a raise of her eyebrows.

"Think so, so I guess it's not all bad.. could be interesting.." You spoke with a shrug which only earned you a light chuckle from the brunette. "Well, I'd certainly hope so. you have to be around him and the team for how long?"

"'Til the end of the semester."

Bee nodded at your reply. "sounds miserable."

"Oh, piss off. Don't you have to write an album by the end of the semester?" you clapped back, causing Bee to only snicker with a shrug.

"Yeah, but that's easy."

"Right, as if you haven't been in a song writing block for the past month or so." freezing in her place, Bee shook her head and glared playfully at the other.

"Exactly. Anyway, I've gotta get going, gotta get my essentials." you said to Bee, embracing her in a hug. "See y'tomorrow?"

The taller girl nodded and walked away with a wave. "See ya, nugget."

You shook her head, that nickname was never going to go away. Walking your merry way over to the line of cabs, you nervously talked to the first cabbie. "Um, which one is the one for Y/N L/N?" you asked and gripped your books close as if they were some sort of security blanket. The man behind the wheel grunted and pointed to the one behind him.

"Should be that one down there, yeah." he replied and basically shooed the girl away. with a breath, you found the cab you were supposedly assigned and sat in the backseat.

"Was ordered to head to your place, where to miss?" The driver asked with a kind smile in which you replied with your address.

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Unlocking your door quickly, you ran into your living room and grabbed your bag full of all the necessities you needed for the months ahead of you; camera, clip in microphones, etcetera. Richmond was only 30 minutes away, which, in hindsight, was better than having to travel four hours per weekend.

With no second thought, you grabbed your water bottle and slung your bag over your shoulder. Taking one last look around, you let out a satisfied huff and headed back outside to the car.

"Alright, Miss L/N, we're headed to Richmond. s'about a 30 minute drive from here." the cabbie, who you learned that his name was Franklin, 'frank for short,' is what he told you, said. He was a nice old man, probably in his early sixties. He was good at keeping up the small talk, asking you about what it is that you’re going to be doing with Richmond. Telling you that before he was a cab driver he was a guitarist in a band, a small one at that. You both bonded over music, You telling him that your best friend is a singer and that sometimes Bee'll get you together to mess around because you have been playing the guitar since you were little but never really pursued anything musically because it wasn't of interest.

Eventually Frank had pulled into Nelson Road, the drive seemed a lot faster than it really was because of how easy it was to talk.

"Thank you, Frank. I'll see you at 5, right?" You asked and the older man nodded. "Have a good rest of your day." You saluted him and walked up to the doors of the stadium. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you entered the building.

Absentmindedly walking down the corridors, you looked around at the walls and folded your arms across your chest looking at the trophy wall; all the history and old photos of Richmond littered within it.

"Excuse me?" a voice spoke from behind you, startling you slightly. You were met with a grin from a lanky looking boy. "Are you lost?" he asked and you only shrugged.

"Guess you could say that." you chuckled awkwardly and lifted your shoulders. "Um, I'm looking for Miss Welton's office. Got lost in thought though."

"Ohhhh, are you Y/N L/N?" the boy asked with a head tilt. In which you responded with a nod. "I can show ya where to go, follow me." he moved slightly before the other nodded and followed behind him.

"Are you the.." you started, "kit... man?" knitting your eyebrows together and stuffing your hands into your jacket's pockets.

"Yeah, I am." he nodded and grinned and stopped at the door to Rebecca's office. "Well, this is it. I'm Will by the way." he said and stuck out his hand for you to shake. You took his hand thankfully.

"Thank you, Will. It was nice to meet you. I'll see you around, yeah?" You waved him goodbye and gently knocked on the slightly open door.

"Come in," a voice shouted, the nerves finally kicking in. Pushing the door open, you were greeted with a warm smile from probably the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. "Hello."

"Errr, hi." you awkwardly smiled, "I'm--"

"Y/N, I've been expecting you." Miss Welton cut the other off, that smile that she held never fading. "Come, sit." she gestured to the chair opposite from her desk. You nodded and set your bag on the floor.

"Okay, um, hi." an awkward smile wavered over the girl's features. Rebecca leaned into her desk, automatically drawn to the way you were acting; that shell she knew she needed to crack.

"Promise I don't bite." the blonde jested which caused you to somewhat get comfortable. "Anyway, we're excited to have you. the boys have been raving about having a cinematographer here to film their every move."

"Thank you for the opportunity, Miss Welton."

"Call me Rebecca."

"Okay.. thank you for the opportunity, Rebecca." you corrected yourself which earned an approving nod and smile from the other. "I'll be here every other day after the school day, during the weekends, and during every game. Even travelling ones, I got the okay from my professors when we learned that this assignment existed."

Rebecca nodded, knowing said information but not wanting to interrupt the girl. "You don't have to start right away, if you want I can introduce you to the boys and everyone else."

With a nod, you pushed herself up off the chair and reached for your bag. "you can leave that in here, we’ll be coming back in here to discuss everything needed.”

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"This is where the boys have physio, you shouldn't have to come here." The pair chuckled and then Rebecca stopped by a blue door where chatter could be heard inside. "and this is the kit room, where the boys change and where the coaches offices are."

“It smells like sweaty ass in here, just warning you.” the blonde jested, causing you to scrunch her nose. "Shall we?" she asked and you nodded. With a gentle knock on the door Rebecca peeked in. "Everyone decent?" she asked, to which all the boys replied in unison with a 'yes'. smiling contently, the taller lady pushed the door open and pushed you in front of her.

"OI." she announced, "everyone this is, Y/N L/N, our cinematographer from the University of London." everyone cheered happily, most just yelling what sounded like mixes of 'LETS GOOOO', 'FUCK YEAH', and 'WICKED'.

At the sound of a familiar name being called, Jamie looked up and went wide eyed. Holy fuck.

Quickly standing up from where he was sitting, you both made eye contact. Brows knitted together, your eyes looked above his head, the words, ‘TARTT’ in big bold letters made you realise that your suspicions were correct. “No way, Jamie?” you asked and breathed out.

The entirety of the room suddenly went quiet, or so it seemed. You apprehensively walked toward him, Rebecca watching you with a look of confusion. Maybe you were just a fan that he’s seen from time to time? No, that wasn’t the case and she knew it the moment you guys both stared at each other with some form of intensity from you and an apologetic look from him. You looked like you wanted to walk over to him and smack him across his face and he looked like he wanted to wrap his arms around you and tell you how sorry he was.

“I–” Jamie started and made his way closer to you, you dryly chuckled.

“No, I just got here, we can talk later.”

He nodded at your cross response and backed away. You introduced yourself and learned everyone’s names, the coaches were in their office in some sort of meeting and Rebecca told you that you’d be able to meet them later.

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Back up in Rebecca’s office, you both went over how you were planning on filming. Going over recording some of the boys separately in their element, interviews, etcetera. You also learned that Rebecca was really easy to talk to, like a best friend.

“Alright, Y/N, I must ask,” Rebecca started, handing you a cup of tea. “Back in the locker room, what was that with you and Jamie?” taking the cup and bringing it to your lips, you sighed.

“We go way back, we met back in primary school and we were attached at the hip up until high school. There were moments when our close friends suspected we were a couple.” You trailed off, “but once we graduated everything just kind of.. Fell off, we both went our separate ways. I tried to get back into contact with him but he would say that he was busy or he’d just flat out ignore me.” you looked over at Rebecca to see her eyebrows raised.

“Sorry, that’s kinda personal innit? Haven’t known each other much.” you said and she just shrugged.

“It’s alright, we’re gonna be getting rather close these next few months, it's a good start for now.” she responded to you, the worry that was on your face was slowly replaced by a warm smile.

“Guess you’re right.”

“‘Course I am, Y/N. ‘Course I am.”

You chuckled and shook your head, taking another sip of your tea. “On another note, I’m quite excited for all of this. Richmond is already so .. nice. I felt welcome the moment I walked in.”

“It does that to you, wait until you meet Ted though, you’ll feel even more welcome.”

As if on cue, there was a gentle knock on the door followed by a man with a moustache walking inside with a beaming grin, “well, howdy y’all.�� he greeted. You smiled up at him and stood from your seat, placing your halfway finished mug down on the coffee table.

“Y/N, this is Ted.” Rebecca said. You stuck your hand out for him to shake.

“Nice to meet you, Ted.” You said and he only beamed at you.

“Welcome to the family, Y/N/N.” he replied, your eyes went wide at the sudden nickname. “Its okay if I call you that right? Only seems right with your name.” He chuckled and you nodded.

“Only if I get to call you ‘Teddy’ or somethin’. What's Ted short for anyway?” You asked him, the shift in your demeanour from earlier was like you’ve been here for weeks. “Theodore.” Rebecca chimed in and you grinned over at her and crossed your arms over your torso. “Hmm, then ‘Theo’ will have to do.”

Ted, or Theo smiled from ear to ear. “Glad to hear it, I’ll see y’around.”

You waved the man goodbye and sighed happily. Rebecca stood up from her spot on the sofa and brushed her dress out. “Alright, so, now that we’ve gone over everything, is there anything that you need before you head out for the rest of the day?” she asked you and you shook your head to look down at your watch.

“Nah, I think I’m good.” You said and walked over to where your bag was. “Didn’t even need this today, came over prepared.” chuckling lightly, you leaned down to pick it up.

“Thank you again for being so warm and welcome,” you looked at Rebecca and held your hand out for her to shake it. She took your hand happily, “I’ll see you next week then, to start your work process?” she asked you and you nodded.

“Mhm, yep, and I’ll have everything we went over.” you smiled at her and then bid her farewell.

Walking out of her office and down the stairs you were met with a waiting Jamie, his phone in his hands in a way to distract him. When he heard your footsteps hitting the stairs, he pocketed his device and looked up at you.

“You waited for me.” you said with a raised brow and he nodded.

“Yeah..” he started and you stood in front of him. “I just wanted to .. dunno, apologise?”

“For what? Leaving me alone to think you forgot about me for six years? D’you think I’m just gonna walk right into your arms and accept your apology?” you spat and he took it in. you looked like a wounded puppy and he just wanted to fling forward and hold you. To tell you that everything was gonna be alright and that he wouldn’t dream of doing that to you again.

“Right, right. Yeah, m’sorry ‘bout that.” he looked down at his trainers and nervously gripped his body bag’s strap. “D’ya think we could.. Dunno, go for a walk and talk ‘bout it all?” he asked you, a plea in his eyes.

“I can’t. I have to go back to London, my cabbie is waiting for me.” you replied and rocked on your heels.

“What about when you come back?”

“Dunno, I don’t think I wanna hear some bullshit excuse as to why you left me in the dust.”

“Please, Y/N.” he pleaded, “we don’t even have to talk for long. If you decide that you don’t want anything to do with me or listen then you can walk away.”

You sighed in defeat, “fine.”

He nodded, trying to hide the victorious smile on his lips but failing.

“Wipe that smug grin off your ugly mug before I do it for you.”

“Aye aye.” Jamie responded, that was the Y/N he knew all those years back, and you walked away with a sigh and a shake of your head.

God this was so fucking weird.

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Once the next week rolled around, you told Bee how you bumped into Jamie, whom you might’ve told her about once or twice.. Or a few times whilst drunk. Telling her stories about how you were, “sooooooo mad at him for ghosting me like that. I loved him ssooooo much and he goes and does that.”

At 10am, Frank pulled into the car park of Nelson Road and you bid him farewell when gathering your belongings. You walked inside, instantly greeted with that family-like haze. A smile wafted on your features, nodding in acknowledgement at whomever passed by.

“Good morning, Y/N/N!” Ted said when you walked by him on your way up to Rebecca’s office. “Mornin, Theo.” you smiled at him and gave him a high five.

The rest of the morning went pretty well – You and blondie, new nickname (Ted approved), going over what you guys went over on your first day, you setting up everything you needed, using one of the meeting rooms as a place to have special interviews for the boys when the time came and making a makeshift desk of one of the tables for when you needed to edit or when you when you weren’t filming.

When lunch time approached, Rebecca asked if you wanted to join her, but you told her that you wanted to make sure that everything was working properly because once everyone was back from the lunch break you were going to record the first of many parts of the boys’ training. She gave you a thumbs up and you were on your merry way to set up a camera outside.

“Headed outside?” a familiar Mancunian accent asked you, you stopped in your tracks and turned toward the voice.

“Mhm, yep.” You said, your change in demeanour going from steadfast wanting to get the hell out.

“Need help?” he asked you, a pleading look in his eyes. You looked down at the gadgets you had in your hands. Setting said things up on your own would not be easy, especially when you don’t have a whole crew to help you with lighting and every other necessity that came with filming.

With a defeated sigh, there was really no point in doing it on your own when the other offered help, you looked at him. “That would.. Be nice,” you started, trailing off, “but aren’t you supposed to be at lunch with the guys or somethin’? Don’t wanna be a bother or anythin’, I’m sure I can manage on my own.”

“Nah, s’no problem. Promise.” he placed his hand on his chest, “Not really hungry anyhow.” he nodded and stepped in front of you to open the door out to the pitch.

“Thanks.” You said and smiled at him thankfully. He nodded and you looked around.

“Hmm, hey, Jamie?” you asked, and he turned to you with his eyebrows up. “Where d’ya reckon would be the best spot to film?”

He pointed to a spot beside where he said that Ted and Beard usually stand and watch, “You can practically see everything from here, but you might have to change directions of the camera every now and then.”

You shrugged and leaned down to unpack your best camera for the outdoors, “that’s fine, its my job anyway.” you set up your tripod and turned your camera on. Looking into the lens, you adjusted the lighting.

“So, Y/N..” Jamie said and stood in front of your camera with some sort of lopsided grin, “D’ya think we could do that talk right now?”

You looked up and huffed, “dunno, are you gonna get out of my way?” he shrugged and moved from the focus. “What is there to really talk about anyway? You ghosted me for years. You didn’t even wish me a happy birthday, or send christmas cards.” With one final twist of your lens you stepped away and looked at Jamie who scratched his neck.

“Yeah, don’t really have an excuse for that. Other than being a professional footballer ‘n all.”

“Yeah, but you still could’ve said something, that's not really a valid excuse.” you replied and gave him a stern look. “Remember what I said about bullshit excuses, Tartt?”

“Wait, no,” he looked at you with a panicked look. “There's really nothin’ that excuses me actions, but please know that I am sorry. I haven’t forgotten about you all these years, y’know.”

“Then why the fuck did you stay silent for so many years? I gave up trying to reach out to you after my twenty - first birthday. Tried seein’ if you wanted to come celebrate and maybe catch up and you NEVER responded.” you placed your hands on your hips and you could see the guilt written all over his face.

“Yeah.” you responded, “but I’m an adult and I ended up forgiving and forgetting until the universe decided to have us cross paths again.” you half jested, Jamie’s lips curling upward just a tinge. “How about I make you a deal?”

He quirked his brows up and you responded with a sigh. “I will forgive you.” you said and watched as his face changed from curious to excited. “If,” you paused, only egging him on, “you promise that it won't happen again, even after this project is done and over with.”

Looking at him expectedly, the brunet stepped forward and engulfed you in a bone crushing hug, the only kind he’d give you after something good happened or after you had a meltdown in front of him. “Cross me heart, Y/N.”

You smiled against his shoulder and hugged him back briefly, only to pull away and stick out your pinky. “Pinky promise me, James.” you said, the full name throwing him off slightly. He intertwined your fingers and you both leaned down to press kisses to your thumbs, sealing the deal.

“Pinky promise.”

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Alright, STINKIES!!!!!! Let me know if you wanna be on the tag list n stuff!! I'll try to get a few more chapters out this week! They'll probably be a bit shorter, some fillers, some not, etcetera!! ANYWAY!! Thank you for reading <3

#jamie tartt #afc richmond #jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt x y/n #ted lasso #rebecca welton #roy kent #Colin hughes #reader insert #female reader #richmond

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dutifullylazybread · 9 months ago

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love ❤️

Ahhhh!!! Thank you so much for this!! 😭 This is such a wonderful ask! 💕💕💕

Full disclosure, I only have seven fics posted to Ao3, so the list is a bit sparse. I'm hoping to change this soon with a few lil smut pieces and some stories that I have cooking!

Deeply and Immovably So - [WIP] My Rolan x Tav long-fic. Most definitely one of the projects that I am the most proud of working on. It is a slow(er) burn than I am used to writing, but it has been so much fun to work on. I've gotten to really discover my writing style with this fic. 😊

At the Tail End of Things - [COMP] A Rolan x Tav smut!fic. I wanted to write something cute and domestic. Deeply and Immovably So can get really heavy at times, so to take a step back and just write some smut for the sake of writing smut makes me happy (though I am very sorry to the first 100 or so views who read this while there were some glaring errors I caught when I went back to edit!)

With You. At The Start. - [COMP] A Rolan x Tav fluff!fic written as a (very late) Valentine's day treat. I loved this one because I got to dig into the description and play with how spells are described and feel to the caster. Definitely a nice little treat for me.

Volo's Erotic Library - [Contributed a chapter][COMP] See, I don't want to tell you all which chapter I wrote, because I want everyone to read the collection and see how utterly cringey we all got while working on this (my one hint is that I cracked open a new pairing tag on Ao3... as did plenty of the other fics in this collection!). I loved contributing to this because it was fun to see how hard everyone could go. I wrote my chapter with the intention of just having fun and being ridiculous, and I accomplished exactly that!

A Quiet Homecoming - [COMP] This is the only non-BG3 fic on this list. This is my Vilkas x Dovahkiin smut!fic. This was also my very first forray into smut. So it's not perfect, but it is something that still makes me smile when I look back on it. Further down the line, I might write a ten-ish chaptered fic with this pairing, but that's a while out yet!

Thank you so much for this ask!! I'm so sorry it took me so long to respond! This was so fun though!! I'm going to (no pressure) tag @underdark-dreams @kimberbohwrites @lemonsrosesandlavender and whoever else would like to jump in! I'm not sure who has and hasn't done this yet, so if you have, no worries!! 💕

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ryuichirou · 1 month ago

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Hi! This is turning into a weekly thing lol But here are some replies.

About recent TWST and Blue Lock drawings, about Sk8, about character sexualities again (or rather about how we don’t talk about it lol), about random twst stuff.

But starting with the most important ask!!!

aroseyhyena asked:

Howdy, it’s 💜🌹. No Anon today because i think I’m finally making real progress healing from all my worries and insecurities with art, fandoms, and let’s call them more “mature” topics. I figured out making the content still really isn’t my thing but now I’m at a point where I can engage with the content without having to worry about having a bad reaction to it, and I don’t care what others think of my support of those who do make it.

Thank you for your advice back then, it meant a lot!!! May your inspiration stay plentiful and your haters few!

Nice to meet you! ❤️ Your message made us so happy..!

It’s so amazing that you’re feeling more confident and chill about what kind of content you create and consume. This is the most important thing – even if you don’t like something, you don’t have to force yourself to like it, and it’s great that you also understand this part.

I hope your fandom experience keeps getting more comfortable and fun. It’s great that we could help you in any capacity, but also, it’s your big achievement, and we really respect for that.

I hope you are having a great day.

Anonymous asked:

Hi! I know you don’t do much art of it anymore, but I’ve recently been considering getting into Sk8 and your fanart of it just seems really cool! The way you draw Langa kind of reminds me of how you draw Silver in a way; are they similar in the anime too, or is that just your style?

Anonymous asked:

I don’t know if you remember me from like 2 days ago, but I just watched the entire Sk8 anime in 2 days. Oh my actual God, that was such an amazing experience and I think I’m in love with it now. Reki finally coming to terms with what his skills compared to others and what skating actually means to him? The final race with Adam and Langa?? This entire show was actually so amazing I can’t even.

I can’t believe I was partially convinced to watch it by the Sk8 art on your pixiv. Thank you so much!!

Anon! I was so late that you already watched it lol But I am very happy that you enjoyed Sk8!!! Even though it’s been a while, I still love it a lot! Especially Adam/Langa, this is why whenever we remember about Sk8, we always get an urge to draw these two lol Such a lovely ship.

I am so, so happy that my logs made you want to experience Sk8 though! It really is an amazing show, so short yet so impactful somehow, with so many fun themes about self-worth, self-discovery, the importance of having fun and escapism. It feels like a passion project, a very special little show.

And even though the Langa=Silver question isn’t relevant anymore, I do feel like they are pretty similar. Of course, there are a lot of differences in their circumstances and motivation, but both of them are somehow passive/sleepy sweethearts who don’t seem very emotional but in fact feel very deeply about those who are close to them. Langa is crazier than Silver though lol

Anonymous asked:

On the sexuality question you've stated that there are some you consider more strictly gay than others and this made me think about the question in regards to the girlies

Since you consider Vil and Trey to be more strictly gay would their fem versions be more strictly gay too? Are there other people that you wouldn't consider as strictly gay as a guy but would as a girl or vice versa or is it a perfect one to one translation of gayness?

In regards to the girlies, I picture both Vil and Trey as strictly lesbians! And I think I should probably clarify what I mean by “strictly gay” because it’s technically not the most correct way to put it… Sorry for being confusing!

In general, we don’t think about sexualities at all. I say that by default everyone is gay because we just don’t find non-gay relationship all that interesting, even though we would ship absolutely anything that we find interesting and fun (including f/m ships). So the true default state would be like “anything is possible, but we don’t like to think about it”.

When I say that a character is more strictly gay in my head, what I am trying to say is that there are some aspects of gay existence/experience/etc that I feel align with this character quite well. And since we aren’t at all interested in headcanoning sexualities, this is a pretty rare occasions. So my examples are usually Vil and Trey because I just feel like they are the people who would trigger one’s gaydar very obviously based on who they are as people. I hope that makes sense.

Anonymous asked:

YOU LIKE BLUE LOCK????? I'M SO HAPPY!!! It's Nice to see my fave artists getting into a series I love, I hope to see more of your Blue Lock art!!!!

I DOOO we watched it this month so I keep sketching the boys lol I am so glad you’re happy about it!!!

We’ll definitely post more! Thank you for being so supportive and looking forward to it <3

Anonymous asked:

Rin! No! Bad Rin, bad.

Rin needs some discipline :(

I love how we posted 3 Rin drawings, and this could be a comment to any of them.

Anonymous asked:

SAE AND RIN WITH THE EAT SHIT AND DIE COCKSUCKER💀💀 I LOVE THE WAY YOU DRAW THEM AHAHAHA it’s so cute but at the same time, their eyes are so pretty….

HEHEHE THANK YOUUU these two are nasty boys lol I love them

I’m happy you liked the drawing!! <3

Anonymous asked:

Yoichi look very much alike Deuce in your style. Except the spade of course

Yeah, I blame the hairstyle… but also I should do better and try to make them more distinct!

For now Isagi feels like Deuce and Eren’s son whenever I draw him lol

Anonymous asked:

The first plush that will not haunt me! Delightful! I miss the haunting...

So are you happy about it not haunting you or do you miss it? 🤔

Anonymous asked:

Don't know why I can see idia giving the plushie little kisses, but I also wonder if he does perverted things while holding it as well

Awwww, he absolutely should give it little kisses! But only when he’s 1000% sure he isn’t being watched, or it’s kind of… cringe… to him…

Does he do perverted things while holding it? Who knows. Maybe the plushie is indeed haunted and does the perverted things with Idia all by itself!

irregardlessly-tish asked:

Sharing some late night thoughts: In retrospect, the fact that Sebek's dad is a dentist is the funniest thing ever. A human who married a fae, one would maybe think he works in something magic related? Does he study ancient magic? Sells potions? No, he is a regular guy with a regular job, not magic related at all. Probably the absolute worst kind of person from Sebek's grandpa's perspective. Sebek's parents are literally Connecticut Clark and Malfina, and that's beautiful.

I am OBSESSED with the fact that Sebek’s dad is a dentist lol He really charmed Sebek’s mom with his “just a normal guy” aura. I really wonder how grandpa Zigvolt feels about him… This man gave him three grandkids, so I guess he can’t be too viciously against him lol

I really wish we’d get to see them someday though. Maybe one day…

Anonymous asked:

Too much "bed work"

But is it a bad thing? I’m not even sure what you mean, Anon…

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bitbybitwrites · 10 months ago

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OK . . am a day late . . . but not much has been done around here, bc I was struggling to finish the latest chapter of Puppy Love. (my RWRB WIP).

But here's what I got for you - snippets from a couple of ficlet fridays I'm working on (one RWRB, one Klaine) that are going to really be a wee bit longer than what I share here and a snippet of the next chapter of my Klaine WIP - If I Can Make Your Heart My Home . . all under the cut.

Also, by the way, many thanks to the following folks who tagged me for this and six/several/seven sentence sunday these past few weeks - you are all awesome!:

@alasse9 @daisyishedwig @onthewaytosomewhere, @thesleepyskipper @forabeatofadrum

@sophie1973 @wordsofhoneydew @porcelainmortal @taste-thewaste @blueeyedgrlwrites

@annepi-blog @duchessdepolignaca03 @softboynick @thinkof-england

And if I forgot anyone I'm sorry!

1.) From If I Can Make Your Heart My Home (Klaine fic)

“Yes, Bradford. I’m curious as well. What are you doing here?” Four heads whipped around quickly to focus on Lillian, her face inscrutable, watching them all from a few feet away. Bradford Anderson stepped through the doorway, forcing Cooper to back away reluctantly and frowning as he did so. Cooper sidled closer to Blaine who had a similar expression on his face. Bradford leaned down to kiss Lillian on the cheek. “Aren’t I allowed to come see my own mother - or even my sons?” Lillian’s mouth pursed as she debated her reply. “I did think you and Pamela were spending the holiday season in south of France this year. You can’t blame me for being surprised at this impromptu visit.” Bradford shrugged as he removed his wool overcoat and held it out wordlessly towards his sons. Blaine tentatively took it from his father. Cooper quickly tore it from Blaine’s hands and tossed it unceremoniously into a nearby chair. “Yes, well, what a lovely day for a family reunion,” Cooper said tightly. “But we were just sitting down with Nan for dinner . . ." “Wonderful,” Bradford said, cutting Cooper off from the rest of his thought. “I think I’ll join you.” And in a display of sheer self-centered obliviousness, Bradford Anderson waltzed out of the foyer and into the direction of the dining room, ignoring the rest of the party gaping at him as he walked by. For a few moments the four remaining in the hallways just stood in silence, unsure exactly what had happened before them. Kurt knew this was bad. Very, very bad. He knew the last person on earth Blaine would have wanted to see right now, besides maybe Kurt, was his father. ‘Perhaps . . .I should go?” Kurt suggested meekly. “I don’t want to interfere with any. . . um, family affairs . . .” he whispered. Lilian sighed deeply as she closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose in an apparent sign of frustration with her own flesh and blood. “No, Kurt, please stay." she said. "You’ve been kind enough to cook for us and before our surprise guest made his appearance, I was going to ask you to join us. I had just wanted to check with Blaine first. Blaine, sweetheart, what do you want us to do?” Lilian quietly asked. The question however, fell on deaf ears. Blaine was all too focused on staring towards the direction his father disappeared to than listening to his grandmother. Kurt could practically feel the tension radiating off of him. “Squirt?” Cooper gently touched his brother’s arm. “Are you alright?” “Oh yeah, just perfect, “ Blaine muttered bitterly. “Blaine?” Blaine’s head quickly tuned to Kurt, who was nervously was twisting the hem of his apron in his fingers. “I can go, Blaine. I don’t want to make things any more difficult for you than it already is.” “Stay. . .go. It doesn’t matter to me,” Blaine said flatly. “Blaine, I can tell your father to leave," Lillian said softly. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.” Blaine’s mouth set into a grim line as he squared his shoulders and started walking in the direction of where his father had left. “Let’s just . . .get this over with,” he mumbled loud enough for the rest of them to hear.

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2.) Color Me Surprised (RWRB Ficlet Friday)

*I had a fic idea that I had stalled a bit on until I got this Fictlet Friday prompt - so I've decided to combine the two:

“No.” “Yes.” “No, Pez. I think I’d rather eat glass.” Percy cocked a well-groomed eyebrow and regarded his best friend skeptically. “I’m confused. I’d thought you’d be at least a bit interested. It is a rite of passage, especially in this area, no?” Henry sighed as he tipped his head back. “Perhaps, but one I’m not sure I want to partake in.” “Hazza,” Pez chided his childhood friend. “You are young, single and incredibly hot. Why are you not taking advantage on all of this?” He shook his head in confusion. “Stop acting like you're being tarred and feathered. It’s just an extended weekend. You have been cooped up in this office beating yourself up over the writers block you’ve been suffering from. I am giving you a change of scenery, that’s all.” “And I suppose you propose I find my inspiration there?" “We're going to Fire Island. It's like gay Disney World.” Pez elaborated. “I propose there will be many a tight-bodied, ravishing specimen of inspiration to blow not only your writers block out of the water but hopefully your back as well as . ." Pez coughed and tossed in a very pointed look. ". . . well, one could hope. . . other neglected things.” Pez' s rather pointed look was all too familiar to Henry. Henry groaned as he leaned his elbows onto his desk and dropped his head in his hands. Pez smirked. He knew he had won. “There will be vodka involved, won’t there?” Henry said as he mumbled through his fingers. “Of course, my darling. Is there any doubt?”

3.) fire island follies (Klaine Ficlet Friday)

“I don’t know if this is a good idea, San.” Santana looked over at her friend and smirked. “Lookin’ a little green about the gills, Hobbit. You ok?” Blaine took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he clutched his duffle bag close to his chest. The ferry was going through choppy water, and his stomach wasn't faring well at all. No one could blame him; Blaine was from central Ohio and hadn't had much experience being on the open ocean. He opened his mouth to respond, but the moment the boat hit a particularly large wave. The sea vessel bounced so much that Blaine snapped his mouth shut quickly, clapping one hand over it. Santana swore he looked even more pale than he had a minute ago. “Don’t you dare hurl on me, Anderson. I will kill you if you ruin these shoes.” A young couple and their kid moved away from where Blaine and Santana were sitting, looking at the young man warily. Blaine gave them a weak smile and wave before he peered down at Santana's open-toe espadrilles. “Fancy footwear for the beach, don’t you think?” Santana snorted as she wiggled her Burberry-clad foot at Blaine. "I gots to look good for my sweetie.” She leaned over and poked him in the side. He squawked and batted her hand away. “Can you just give me a smile for once and not look like I’m dragging you to your death.” The boat hit another wave and bounced again. “I feel like death,” Blaine said through gritted teeth as his stomach did another somersault. "Just kill me now." “Oh, perk up, sunshine. We're going to Fire Island. It's like gay Disney World."

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Well there ya go . . am also tagging ( if you are interested in sharing whatever you are working on - writing or otherwise): @spaceorphan18 @datshitrandom @justgleekout @myheartalivewrites @14carrotghoul

@little-escapist @cha-melodius @kirakiwiwrites @caramelcoffeeaddict @almightaylor

@1908jmd @tinyarmedtrex @theprinceandagcd @iboatedhere

@gleefuldarrencrissfan @gleefulpoppet @itsmaybitheway @kurtsascot @mynonah

@esilher @cryscendo @porcelainandthehobbit @hkvoyage @madas-ahatters-world

@sarkyblueeyes

And open tag of course for any one else!

#klaine #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #klaine fanfic #klaine fanfiction #klaine fic #fic: if i can make your heart my home #fic: fire island follies #rwrb fic #rwrb fanfic #rwrb fanfiction #rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince #percy okonjo #henry fox mountchristen windsor #fic: color me intrigued

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chaos-of-the-abyss · 6 months ago

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Nimloth 🌅 - Have they ever pulled an all-nighter? If so, what do they do to stay awake?

ANON I AM DEEPLY SORRY THIS REPLY IS RIDICULOUSLY LATE. anyway:

as a child nimloth pulled a few all-nighters. she was an energetic kid (just like dior, btw <3) and when something caught her attention she wouldn't even notice the hours go by with how focused she was. her mother and galathil would make efforts to put her to bed but she'd just crawl out and go right back to what she was doing. as she grows up she stops pulling all-nighters since, you know, it's hard, and she doesn't have a child's unquenchable enthusiasm to keep her up anymore.

once she becomes queen of doriath though, she starts pulling all-nighters again right alongside her husband. they've got 18273901823 different administrative matters to juggle -- doriath is reeling in the wake of thingol's death and melian's departure, and so many things that they handled by themselves are now left in the water and nobody knows how to address them -- and three young kids to raise; and so as one might expect they are the no-sleep-having royal couple of menegroth :) there's never not something to be working on -- organizing patrols, signing documents, listening to reports, etc. etc. etc. dior is the type to push himself, so is nimloth, so if one of them had an all-nighter you best bet the other did too. sometimes one of them will catch the other nodding off during the day and wake them up. when they have the opportunity they'll squeeze five minutes of zzz's together in between back-to-back council meetings. probably the only thing keeping them sane is each other. and their children, but their children also simultaneously drain their sanity, so yk. each other

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xoxoemynn · 7 months ago

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Sorry for spamming your likes, I just saw you were sending lovely letters and I went and read a bunch of them and it just really got me in my feels 🥺

So, I’m going to send YOU a lovely letter, because you also deserve one!

Reading through your letters just now was honestly so lovely and uplifting, which was something that I really needed to see rn and basically brought me to tears (I’ve been very emotional lately so I mean, take that as you will 😭). Your letters are so personal and thoughtful and specific. It’s just shows that you really put a lot of effort into being a kind person and making sure that people feel seen and heard and that’s just really something else to see sometimes when it can feel like you’re all alone. All it takes is that one person, that one kind word, to make you realize that not everything sucks all the time and you are kind of like that for me.

I know we don’t talk that much, but your presence in the fandom is always so positive and supportive and even when your words aren’t directed at me, they still resonate with me and have helped me thru some pretty tough times these last few months. But especially through your fic.

You are one of the most talented writers I have ever had the pleasure to enjoy and I am so grateful every day that you are willing to share that with us. I know I gush about the Lighthouse Boys all the time, but that story hit me in a very special place in my heart and even though you got 12 very detailed comments from me about how much I loved that story, I’m gonna go ahead and tell you again because it really does just mean that much to me.

Thank you for being here and for being you. I hope you have a wonderful evening. 🫶🏼

NEVER HAVE TO APOLOGIZE FOR SPAMMING MY LIKES, THAT'S LITERALLY WHAT MY BLOG IS HERE FOR.

And I am very 😭😭😭😭😭 about all of this, which is partially what took me so long to reply because how do I even come close to matching this energy??? But thank you so much for recognizing these love notes, that actually means so much to me. I genuinely thought I'd be able to finish them all in a couple of days, but I did really want to make them all feel personal and individualized and not just general "you're really great! 👍" because truly there ARE so many incredible people on this site who've shaped my experience here in big and small ways and they all deserve to feel loved and special. And unfortunately I have a job and a family that drain me LOL and I haven't felt I was able to put into them as much as they deserve as quickly as I wanted and felt bad they dragged on so long but IT WAS OUT OF LOVE.

Thank you for all your kind words, thank you for loving Lighthouse Sanctuary so much. All your incredibly thoughtful comments meant so much to me. That story is really special to me and is one of the most personal ones I've written, so any time I hear of someone loving it especially hard it just gets me right in the heart. 💖

And that also makes me think about you. You love SO hard. You feel SO deeply. And I know that can be a blessing and a curse because sometimes it's just like........ where do you put it? Where do you put all these emotions?

But what you do is channel those emotions into making others feel good. In hearing them, even if they're not saying anything out loud, in validating them, in making them feel loved and supported and seen. You always go out of your way to better people's lives in whatever way you can (like, um, this very message?!), even when you're going through the horrors yourself. That takes so much strength and I admire you so much for that. You deserve all the very best things in life. 💕

#ask #scribophile #lovely people being lovely #ask games #and if I CRIED?!?!?!?#this was such a lovely ask game thank you all for playing along #I was feeling the love and wanted to give some of that back #and you all returned it to me again tenfold #grateful for each of you individually and for the fandom as a whole #💕💕💕💕

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bluelolblue · 7 months ago

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Lost Memories

Note: I've been writing this all day. First crossover I created Steven Grant x Santino D'Antonio, so it's Moon Knight and John Wick crossover. Also, I took some canon show dialogs for a start, switched Layla with Santino lmao and then wrote some original stuff that didn't happen.

Enjoy these two being confused.

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“What? I thought we said Friday? Today.”

Friday was today, right?

“Right. Welcome to Sunday,” his date replied sarcastically.

“Come on, no. I think Friday still comes after Thursday, doesn't it?” Steven tried again, this time with a little joke.

“It doesn't change the fact that today is Sunday, which means lose my number. Cheers.” And she hung up before Steven could get any more words out.

Unsuccessful date. Well… it wasn't even a date at this point. He just ended up eating a steak alone, and he was a vegan. Too much has been happening lately, might as well get a steak.

Steven returned back home after a while, confused and humiliated, eating his box of chocolate that was supposed to be for the date. He gave a few sprinkles to his fish, Gus, too.

“If you're Gus, I'm the bloody Queen of Sheba,” he said, turning to walk away from the fish tank when a few pieces of chocolate fell on the floor.

Steven sighed, crouching down to pick them up when he noticed something weird on the floor. He pulled the rag away, dragging a little table to the spot where the rag was over the outlined corners on the floor. He looked up seeing that one of the wooden tiles was a bit out of place.

“What is this about?”

He climbed on the wobbly table, examining the wooden tile and realizing that he could move it away, revealing an old phone and a key in the hole.

Later, Steven sat by the table, having his reading glasses on, checking out the old flip phone and seeing missed calls from… Santino? And so many missed calls from him. Just when he was about to press the call button, Santino was calling again.

Steven flinched, standing up and tossing his glasses on the table in disbelief, thinking if he should answer it. And he decided to answer.

“Yeah?” He asked quietly.

“Oh, my God, you're alive.” Came from the other side of the line, a hint of Italian accent that Steven caught.

“Yeah, alright,” Steven replied nervously.

“That's it? I've been texting and calling you for months. You couldn't give me any sign that you were okay? I thought something happened to you. Where are you? Where've you been?”

“Uh…” Steven wasn't sure what to say, he didn't even know this Santino that was calling him for months.

“Hello? You…” Santino paused to sigh.

“Sorry, I just found this phone in my flat, and I'm just trying to figure out whose it is,” Steven explained.

“What is with this accent?” Santino asked, clearly sounding confused.

“What?”

“What is happening right now?”

“Sorry, who do you think I am?” Steven asked, trying to look for more information.

“What do you mean, who? What's wrong with you, Marc?” Santino was getting frustrated, hanging up on Steven.

“What did you just call me? Who is this?” Steven paused, “Why did you call me Marc? Hello?” And he realized Santino hung up.

Steven could feel his panic raising, again being called Marc, this was getting stranger by the day.

“No, no, no. Come on, come on,” Steven murmured as he tried calling back but Santino wasn't picking up. Great. Just what he needed, adding more confusion to this day.

He needed rest, he needed time to think about everything. So, he gave it time, not looking at that damn phone, pacing around his apartment, trying not to think about it.

It was getting late when the phone rang once again.

“Why didn't you answer-” Steven started but got cut off.

“I want to see you tomorrow. There are still papers you have to sign,” Santino said.

“Papers? What- what papers?”

Santino sighed deeply before answering, “What you wanted. After everything, you told me that we needed to move on.”

“What? Are we married?”

“I don't know what's wrong with you,” Santino muttered to himself but Steven could still hear him. “Yes, but obviously you have other plans-”

“Okay, listen. I really don't know what's happening. I thought it was Friday, I was supposed to have a date only to find out it's bloody Sunday, and now I find this phone with hundreds of missed calls from you, and I don't even know you and all this is just too much for one bloody day,” Steven explained, he sounded like he was about to break down. This day was indeed stressful and this was not making it any easier.

“Okay, okay, relax,” Santino changed his tone of voice, not wanting to upset him even more.

“No, I can't relax. Who is this Marc, and what does he have to do with me? I'm Steven Grant!”

Santino chuckled faintly, trying to hide that laugh that escaped him. “I'm sorry… alright, Steven Grant, I think I know what's going on.”

“Yeah, you do? Or you're just having a laugh?” Steven asked, a bit offended.

“Tell me where you live now, we can talk this out in person,” Santino suggested.

Steven was a bit hesitant, telling his address to a stranger. But Santino apparently wasn't a stranger. So, he agreed, giving him his address.

“Marc- Steven. I'm just worried about you. I hope we'll both know everything tomorrow.”

“Right, yeah,” Steven murmured.

This night was restless, almost the same as his previous nights, barely any sleep, again his one leg chained to the bed. He was overthinking, his whole life was turned upside down in such a short time. Perhaps tomorrow he will have his answers.

The other day, when he was returning back home after his work, he noticed a nicely dressed man, standing near the entrance for Steven's apartment.

“Santino?” Steven asked, glancing at him and actually admiring his look. He looked like a gentleman compared to him.

“Ah, you put me through a lot to get here,” Santino complained, however having a smile on his face.

“I'm sorry,” Steven apologized, opening the door for him and guiding him to his apartment.

His apartment. Steven forgot how messy it was, but Santino seemed to immediately get interested in Gus.

“You have a fish? Does it have a name?” Santino asked, standing in front of the fish tank, admiring the little goldfish.

“Gus. That's his name,” Steven replied, surprised by Santino's curiosity.

Santino hummed in response, glancing around until saw the bed with the chain. “Are you living with someone else?”

“No, no. This is my mom's flat.”

“Okay, so you're talking with her again?”

That was a bit of an odd question, of course Steven was talking with her almost every day, so he just hummed in response. He watched how Santino noticed a book, but not just any book.

“Marceline Desbordes-Valmore?” Santino turned to look at Steven, nodding in amusement.

“She's my favorite poet.”

“No, she's my favorite poet.”

Steven looked at him in confusion, “That's mental.”

Santino smiled a little, walking over the table with more books. “So you're learning French and hieroglyphics?”

Steven joined him, “Yeah, well… that's not that impressive, really. It's not like hieroglyphics are a whole language. It's more like a-”

“Like an alphabet,” Santino cut him off.

Steven blinked but liked the way Santino knew exactly what he was going to say.

“Yeah, and… well, you still have to know ancient Egyptian to read it.”

Santino nodded and hummed but was unable to hold back a chuckle.

“Sorry, I didn't mean that in a weird way-”

“No, you can stop acting now, Marc,” Santino said after managing to control his laugh.

“I'm not acting.”

“Right. I thought you were in danger and using an accent to keep yourself safe, but… now I'm not so sure.” Santino walked over to a bag, getting out the papers. “Let's just get this over with. You sent these papers but you never signed them.” Santino handed him the papers waiting as Steven got his reading glasses out of his pocket. It was divorce papers.

“I would never divorce you.”

Santino seemed flattered for a moment. He wished it was true, he wished these papers weren't right here.

“You're saying this now… after everything.”

Steven could hear the pain in his voice saying that, so he meant it. “I… I don't know what's happening, I'm sorry.” He felt bad because Santino did come all the way over here only to be even more confused.

Santino swallowed, fidgeting his pinky ring, “I don't know either. I thought you'd want to sign these papers so it's all over.”

“I don't want to,” Steven said softly. “I'm not Marc, but I wouldn't divorce you.”

“You are Marc.” This time Santino sounded more desperate, trying to get Steven to understand. He pulled out a small picture from his wallet of them two at the beach. “This is you, we are married. Do you need more proof?”

Steven hated how he couldn't remember this, how Santino was trying so hard to convince him and it seemed like Santino was right. That really was him.

“I'm sorry, I don't remember this.” Steven was trying, maybe he saw the beach somewhere, but nothing was adding up. Nothing was making sense.

Santino put the pictures away, looking disappointed. “Maybe I should just leave then.”

“No, please. We can talk about this. I'd lIke to hear more, maybe I'll find out more about Marc that way.” That got Santino's attention, thinking about his options.

“Fine. I guess we can talk some more about this. I just… I want you to remember.” Santino looked at him, making eye contact and Steven sighed, looking away in embarrassment.

“I know. I'll try to, for you.”

They needed some more time to process all this and it was a good decision for Santino to stay. Besides, Steven seemed really sweet, maybe he wasn't Marc, but Santino liked him. Spending more time with him will maybe help him understand the whole situation.

#ayy first crossover i created #throws Santino into Moon Knight #have this i cant feel my eyes #santino d'antonio x steven grant #santino d’antonio #santino d'antonio #steven grant #moon knight #john wick #crossover #my writing

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prentissluvr · 8 months ago

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OKAY NO BUT now I’m thinking that sam’s witch partner hiding it from him as much as possible, not out of fear but because they want to keep sammy safe, but also let them understand that not every witch is obsessed with murder or attaining power, some just want company. And also how that makes the heartbreak worse when Sam figures out that the reason he’s been able to get out so unscathed is because his beloved witch has been weaving protection magic over them since they first met and it HURTS so much hahahahhahaha I am so deeply in on this - yonks anon

YONKS ANON SORRY FOR LATE REPLY I WAS OUT N ABOUT HEHE

UGH OMG !!! your brain i'm gonna kiss it <3 them subtly being like... yeah but also we don't have to hate all witches! some can be peaceful! and deans like NO I HATE WITCHES THEY'RE ALL BITCHES !!! GRRRR. and sams like :/// yeah baby, i agree with you <3 and dean's like YOU'RE BOTH FREAKS and you're both like ..... :(((( LOL SORRY KJDHFKSJ

anyways!! yes!!! pump up the angst!! give us all the feels!! build up all the tension!!

UGH THAT'S SO GOOD BABES seriously your brain ... so basically there are good versions of hex bags called mojo bags which originate from hoodoo magic, and i imagine reader hiding protective mojo bags in their stuff. and they hide it really well! but one day one of them finds it and thinks it's a hex bag, so they tear everything apart and find the other one(s). and i'm still toying with a few ideas here... either they have to leave urgently to finish up a hunt or something, and reader comes back to see their mojo bags out and deconstructed. and they're like shit shit shit shit they're off doing something dangerous. and while they have other protections spells that they did, they're still more vulnerable now. and maybe you call sam or something because you're panicked and you're like tell me where you are i'll come help or something. and then there's a big reveal that reader is a witch etc etc and yes it just hurts so bad because sam is so conflicted because he still has dean's influence screaming in the back of his head (esp earlier seasons like we talked about) and he's upset that you hid it, but he also knows that you'd never hurt them or trick them and he still loves you :,)

OR sam stays back because it's less urgent and instead researches the components of the mojo bags and finds out what it is and that it's actually protective and he's all ???? who would do this ???? and they walk in to see the mojo bags all deconstructed around him and him researching and he looks up and sees the look on their face and he just knows. it was them. :,) ensue all the emotions all over again

and bonus is possibly dean trying to kick you out or blame you for trying to hurt them etc etc LOL because he would until he eventually comes around he's so silly <3

#. >> asks !#. >> lovely anons !#. >> sammy ♥︎ !#. >> yonks anon ౨ৎ !

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THE FISHERMAN'S LEG (Part 9 of 20)

A sequel to Dee 1/2 Demon

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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Later, at the Minami house, Fisherman Minami closed his eyes and took a deep breath before saying anything. Carefully, he bowed his head and apologized to his wife. “Tanira san, I am deeply ashamed of my behavior towards you this day. I can only say that I am used to being the one taking in catch from the other boats and was upset at seeing you and those girls from over at the Shop of Repairs doing it. You do know that they are spies for the evil ones in that shop, do you not?”

Tanira nodded a bow thoughtfully as she replied, “Minami san, I will accept your apology. That you were very upset at the turns of events lately is obvious. I did also expect you to say that last.

“If Minara and Takahara are spies, still, we owe them much. I took the Fish Market as a complete settlement for the golden cash that you stole from my dower rights. Looking at its books, I made a very bad deal. Without the help of those girls, I would not have earned enough to pay for the fish that we got today.

“Even if I tried your criminal trick of only paying for fish after it is sold, the Market's earnings would have been only a few of copper cash. With their alert and pleasant attitudes, they drew in many customers that would have passed us by. Because of them, we earned two of silver cash and three strings sixteen of copper cash after all costs including buying the fish at dockside.”

Slipping a bit from courtesy, Minami snapped, “And then you went to dine with those evil ones!”

“Minami san! After a long day of hard work, Ichuru san and I were invited to share a free dinner in pleasant company!

“On the dock you crowded to the head of the queue in front of those there first! You rudely called me 'woman!' and demanded over three times the value of your catch in front of all the fishermen! You were so completely rude that your own crew threw you into the water for some peace so that they could settle the value of the catch.

“You left such a sour ending to an otherwise excellent day that when Ichuru san and I were offered a pleasant meal in happy surroundings, YES, we took it at once!

“When we came out to come home, you ruined even that! If you are what is good and they are evil, I will take the evil at once!”

Her shoulders slumped and she began to weep. “I am sorry, Minami san. This conversation has gone badly. I wish that you could see why.

“Would you like me to fix you some dinner?”

Minami paused, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. He noticed Ichuru quietly playing with his toy boat on the tatami mats of the floor and his face softened. “Yes, Tanira san, I would appreciate that.”

Taking the small victory of her husband's being courteous with her, she went to the kitchen and began to cook.

For a wonder, it was a quiet meal and when it was done, Minami helped her to clean up.

The next morning both Minami and Ichuru were absent, so she had a quiet breakfast and went to open the Fish Market. Both Minara and Takahara were waiting for her. They had not been idle. All of the sun shades were up and in their proper places. The little ice that had survived the night was waiting.

Takahara bowed politely in greeting and said sadly, “Poor Patsu san was right. There is a lock on the ice house door and a note saying that the key will cost you a cash of silver.”

Concern in face and voice, she asked, “Poor Patsu? What has happened?”

Both Minara and Takahara shook their heads in sorrow. “It was last night sometime, after the tide started to rise. One of Sabo's regular fishing boats, the Chrysanthemum of the Sea tried to fish in the waters near to Dry Island after dark. There is a strong tidal bore that comes out from between Dry Island and the Rocky Eyot. The sudden current caught them and pushed the boat onto some rocks sideways.

“It rolled over and three of the seven men on her drowned. Patsu came out to our dock first thing in the morning and found two of the bodies. In spite of being broken up, she saw the survivors on that dangerous rock beach on Dry Island. She took a small boat and some floats out.

“Not even our boats are safe near that beach. She let the floats out on a long line for them. She pulled all four of them to safety at our dock. On the way in, she found the last of the drowned men. She was really upset by that.

“The ones that she saved went and got a Constable to complain that she should have come for them in a bigger boat that they could ride in, instead of being towed in on floats.

“She had to explain that a bigger boat could not have got close enough to get the floats to them and then snapped that since they were that ungrateful for being saved, she was going to charge them for her work, equipment and time in the rescue.”

Both girls started to giggle. “She did too. Went straight to the Tribunal and filed her claim, pointing out in the bill that if they had not been ingrates and complained to a Constable, she would have charged them nothing.”

Nodding at the ending, and smiling some, Tanira pointed to their cart with the ice chest. “Takahara san, if you would, they told me yesterday that they would see me cared for with ice. Could you please go and get us some?”

Takahara took up the pull bar and trotted over to the Sabo's Better Fish Market. The women there laughed at the idea of Minami trying to blackmail his wife for the ice that she needed as they filled the cart with sparkling clean ice.

Soon the Fish Market was open. The three of them had loaded their display trays and were busily cutting fillets from fish that were still good but getting a little stale. The filets were going into openwork trays that were being put into the sun to dry for commercial trade to the back country areas, far from the sea. Along with those, they were setting up trays of sea water to evaporate for salt, also valuable in both Sabo and the back country.

Besides this happy industry, they were tending to a surprising number of customers! Word had gone out that Minami no longer ran the Fish Market and it was now busy.

In the midst of this, Minami and Ichuru came up from the dock area. Minami had a sourly triumphant lip curled half grin as he announced, “If you want to use the key to the ice house, you must pay me!” He was holding up the key. “It will only take a silver cash each time that you need it opened!”

Takahara snorted, “Really, Minami! You truly should use your eyes before opening your mouth!”

His eyes took in the trays of sparklingly clear clean ice! He instantly snapped, “Where did you steal this from!? You must have forced or picked my lock!”

Tanira had a grim smile of her own as she pointed to the key still upraised in his hand and nodded. Constable Canra who had come up unnoticed during Minami's outburst, plucked the key from his hand!

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lyferifaes · 1 year ago

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hey there stranger.

i realise i am probably too late for the game, and you're probably inactive, but i pray this message reaches you in good health and best intention. i have been following your writings, and i wish to tell you how much i appreciate your work. i admire your writing style, it is ebbing with your passion and love for the anime, and every chapter shatters my soul and weakens my wrists. it takes great talent to dedicate so much research, time, and effort to write an post-canon fix it in such beautiful shape and form and i wish you knew how much your writing has inspired me.

i love dororo, in ways you can imagine. it saved my life, and it's undoubtedly the best anime i have ever watched, not only with it's heavy symbolism and top-tier storywriting, but also the characters and fights have been orchestrated so splendidly. i decided to write a fanfiction myself, but hesitated to press a single letter because i was afriad i might ruin in a perfectly good show. it's already perfect as it is, i would think. and in all my time i haven't seen someone articulate and describe each characters' stories, agony, anguish, and depth as much as you do. not to mention your art work in beyond astonishing. believe me when i dropped my jaw seeing your work. i want to learn a lot from you.

remember when munetsuna wished that he was to craft a katana so powerful that it would stop wars? that people would be so astonished by the sword, then would surrender? you are that sword. you have such great potential in you, and pardon my poor phrasing, as i am a novice writer and a mere admirer, i wish to learn a lot from you. im not exaggerating at all when i say that your works bring me to my knees. i am in love. truly. i apologize in advance, but i cried after i read the first chapter. it moved me that much.

if you were to write a book, please let me be one of the first few readers. i will support you with everything i got. i don't say this to pressure you, i simply wish you know how grateful i am to have found your work.

there are no questions.

thank you so much. thank you.

Wow. I'm speechless. You know, this is probably one of the best and warmest feelings in the world—no, not to receive a compliment, and not to feel proud and pleased with myself (vanity never does you any good and I try not to get carried away), but to meet a soul resonating with mine—at least in one way, at this moment—to be able to feel so deeply everything I've put into this story and enjoy it. A perfectionist that I am, I always wanted to create something that everybody would like, until I realized that popularity is nothing, just numbers. But to reach even one person's heart is what truly matters to me. Meeting that person is like meeting a friend, such crossing of the paths is always a miracle of sorts. So let me give you at least a virtual hug! 🤗

I'm sorry for the late reply, I don't check my tumblr often lately as you can see, not because I've moved on or lost interest though. I hope I never really move on from Dororo, at least not until this fic is finished. And even then Dororo will remain a huge part of me. But yeah, I switch a lot between things (not fandoms though—enough is enough 😅), various things I write. I really hope to finish at least one of them and publish a book one day, and if it happens, I'll gladly send you one of the first copies! Haha although it may not happen before we all turn very old, I'm afraid, since as you can see I am a veeery sloooow writer. Also, it will be in my native language 😅 (writing in English was an experiment at first, a challenge to myself, and I admit there will be times when I regret putting myself through this lol)

May I ask you something, too? Please, don't hesitate to press letters, write! Just start and let your worlds take shape, let them be born. I was inspired a lot by the authors I admired, many of them are ficwriters, I've taken a lot from them. I'm happy if it's now my turn to pass some of that inspiration further. Really, really happy. 💖

#ask #dororo fanfiction #dororo #checking tumblr before sleep to find this #and end up ditching the sleep #because all the feels T_T

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sentimental-idiot25 · 2 years ago

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SasuSaku: 11 Minutes Modern AU {Inspired by 11 minutes by Halsey and Yungblud} {TW: Death} Pick up. Pick up. Pick up.

Sasuke found himself impulsively dialing Sakura's number as the day drew to a close. Despite the late hour, he couldn't resist the urge to talk to her. It had been a year since their breakup, a decision that neither of them could explain if asked, only that they deeply missed each other and still carried a profound love within their hearts.

The phone rang, inching closer to voicemail, until a soft voice finally answered, "Hello?"

"Sakura..." Sasuke's surprise mingled with a hint of expectation as he heard her voice. "You answered?"

"Well, you called," Sakura replied gently. "What's the matter? Is everything alright?"

"No," he admitted, contemplating how much Sakura had always cared for him, no matter how many times he shattered her heart. She had patiently waited for him over the years, and even when they finally became a couple, he still managed to disappoint her. Yet here she was, her gentleness for him undiminished, tending to his well-being.

"Sasuke, what's troubling you?" Sakura's voice resonated with sorrow, mirroring the pain within her own heart.

"Sakura, I still love you," he confessed, his words brimming with remorse. "I pushed everyone away, and I regret it. But pushing you away... that's my greatest regret. I don't know Sakura why I.... but I'm sorry, and I love you." He spoke rapidly, yet with sincere conviction, as if each word lifted a massive burden from his chest. It was undeniably genuine. As he concluded his statement, a sense of relief washed over him, only to be swiftly replaced by apprehension, fearing Sakura's reaction.

"Sasuke... I love you too." Sakura's voice cracked, tears welling up in her eyes, as she realized she had been waiting for this phone call, aching for their reunion since the day they separated. "These past few months have been unbearable…I want to see you again."

"Really?" he said, his voice laced with hope. The conversation was taking an unexpected turn, surpassing his expectations. Truthfully, it had taken immense courage for him to call her in the first place.

Sakura and Sasuke consumed each other's thoughts, their presence sorely missed during the time they spent apart. They marveled at how they had managed to survive without one another for so long, cherishing the opportunity to finally be reunited.

"Of course. I want us to talk face-to-face. Are you available tomorrow?"

"Yes! I am!"

"Great. Let's meet at our café." Sasuke couldn't help but smile at Sakura's sentimental nature, her tendency to consider things theirs even when they were apart.

"Sakura, I love you."

"Sasuke, I love you too. I'll see you tomorrow."

After their brief yet productive phone call, they hung up. Sasuke gingerly placed his phone down, his heart pulsating with anticipation, as if it might burst from his chest. The night was restless for him, as excitement coursed through his veins, making sleep nearly impossible. Sasuke arrived to the cafe Sakura proposed. A few years ago they would be here every other day, it served as a mid-point between their places and also a nice place for Sakura to study for whatever Pre-Med class she was taking at the time. They spent hours here together. Being alone in the café now felt strangely unfamiliar to Sasuke, but he knew that it wouldn't be long before Sakura joined him. Taking a seat near the entrance, Sasuke positioned himself strategically, eager to catch sight of Sakura the moment she walked in. With a bit of time on his hands, he allowed his thoughts to drift back to the days leading up to their breakup. Reflecting upon his past actions and the hurtful words he had uttered, he couldn't help but acknowledge that the present version of himself would never have dared to say or do such things to Sakura. A profound sense of guilt weighed heavily upon him. He was eager to apologize to Sakura and make things right. Tell her that he never stopped loving her. That he was never able to get over her. She said she loved him too after all. There's no reason why she would reject his apology.

His phone buzzes and he instantly pulls his phone from his pocket. Sakura texts him that she's 11 minutes away. His face lights up instantly from the message.

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Sasuke gets up from his table finally telling the waiter that he's leaving. The people who had been watching him wait patiently silently gave him sympathetic looks as he left the cafe defeated. He checks his phone one last time seeing as it's on 2% from his constant checking. He texts her one last time, 'Why aren't you here?' in attempt to get an answer for why he's been sitting alone. He exits the cafe as the message sent through and his phone died.

As he made his way to the car, a familiar tearing sensation began to well up in Sasuke's eyes. His nose twitched involuntarily, betraying the emotions swirling within him. With a heavy sigh, he retrieved the keys from his jacket pocket and unlocked the car door. As he sank into the driver's seat, frustration surged through his veins, prompting him to slam the door shut in a fit of anger.

Leaning his head back against the seat, a cascade of thoughts flooded his mind. How foolish he had been to believe that life would unfold perfectly, that everything would align as he had hoped. Doubt gnawed at him, suggesting that Sakura must harbor an intense hatred towards him, prompting her to deceitfully proclaim her love and subsequently stand him up. The bitterness of feeling betrayed first by her and then by his own perceptions enveloped him. He drives away from the parking lot and gets on the highway to go home but is met with traffic. Great just what I needed, he thinks to himself. He reflects during this period thinking of all of the memories he shared with Sakura. Thinking of the distinct fingerprint she had left on his heart. She will always be known in his heart. Once he arrived home he put his phone to charge and lied down on his bed. He sighed thinking how he fooled himself and his better senses. The situation was just too good to be true. He closed his eyes trying to sleep away his thoughts. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. His phone was blowing up with a variety of notifications. He opened his eyes and quickly sat up in his bed. He picked up his phone and saw the 16 text messages, 8 from Ino, 4 from Naruto, 2 from both Sai and Hinata. 3 missed calls from Ino and 1 from Naruto. Nothing from Sakura. First he checks his text messages. He read the messages sent to him first from Ino. His eyes widen and his breathing becomes uneven. He rushes to call Sakura. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. This time the rings all lead to her voicemail. He tries again. Please pick up. Please pick up. Please pick up. Nothing. He finally called Ino who was frantic. "Sakura {...} car accident {...} on impact." Were the only words Sasuke retained from their conversation. He put his phone down on the bed and began to breathe heavily. He couldn't believe it.

Sakura had died before he got to see her again. His Sakura. He put his head in his hands and began to sob. He tried to cover his mouth so the sobs would be muffled. But it was to little avail. He never got to apologize. He never got to make amends. Hold her hand again. Kiss her. Say I love you. Hear her say I love you one last time. He would sell his soul for a bit more time with her. Even if it was that conversation they were supposed to have. Hell, even a phone call would do. But he genuinely and truly wishes it was him instead that died.

The guilt finally washed over him. He was thinking that she stood him up. That’s she didn’t care for him. That she hated him. She had died and he was moping about, thinking she betrayed him.

With his hand in his head he grips his hair and hears the door to his apartment burst wide open.

“Sasuke!” Naruto calls out. Sasuke hears his footsteps in the living room and then heard him rushing to Sasuke’s room. The door flew wide open. “Sasuke!” Naruto saw Sasuke’s state and knew immediately that Sasuke knew what had happened. “I’m so sorry.”

Typically Sasuke would hate the company during a time like this but he couldn’t even find himself to mind. Right now all he was thinking of was Sakura and all of the memories they never got to make.

“Did you know we were gonna meet?” Sasuke said with his head lowered still. “She died cause I wanted to see her.” He tried to stabilize his breathing and speak through his deep sorrow.

“This isn’t your fault.” Naruto said. He cared for Sakura too. They were a trio after all, even as Sasuke and Sakura were both together. Things fell apart after their breakup but Naruto would still spend qual time with both. The pain was hitting him tremendously. But seeing Sasuke in this state made his own pain subside and he felt Sasuke’s pain. It was admittedly worse.

“She told me she still loved me…” His voice trailing off as his whole body was shaking with panic and tears attempting to fall down his face. He’d wipe them as soon as they hit his cheek. “I loved her too and this is what happened...?”

At the funeral her close family and friends stayed behind as the guests began to leave. The day was sunny and even could have been called a perfect day if it wasn’t for the unfortunate and untimely death of someone who was more bright and perfect than the day itself.

Ino approaches Sasuke who looks lost as he gazes upon Sakura’s grave. It was a sight he never could have ever imagined. But there it was, right in front of him.

“Sasuke.” Ino said, breaking him from his trance.

“Hm?”

“Sakura…” Her voice began breaking as she wiped her nose with a tissue. “She really wanted to see you that day. I don’t think she even slept. She was so excited that you said you still loved her.” She ran through her words to prevent herself from crying. She embraced Sasuke who typically hated physical contact from anyone else other than Sakura. But he accepted the embrace. "She loved you too."

“Thank you Ino.” He said as he backed away from the embrace.

Every Sunday Sasuke would replace the flowers at Sakura’s grave. All he can think about is the fact that she isn't here anymore. Why aren't you here? Crosses his mind every time he thinks of her {end}

{let me know if I should rewrite this in Sakura's perspective /sakura centric}

#sentimental idiot25 #sasusaku #sakura #sasuke #sakura x sasuke #modern AU #11 minutes #halsey #tw: death #yungblud

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