#i'm sooo excited to read your mail!!

[goldfades]

★ RIZZLER P ─── PB⁵ (part 2/2)

౨ৎ ─ summary | part one -> y/n is a youtuber and on the cancelled podcast, she reveals she has a crush on paige bueckers. y/n gets invited to her first game of the season and they have a lot of fun! part one!!!!!!!!!!!

─ warnings | literally nothing but banter and fun, slight paige slander (but its from kk and ice so its ok), idk what else. oh brooke and tana being protective but its in a sweet way. also i love this mini series i loved it

─ ev's notes | sooo im trying out a semi-new format, lmk if yall like it!!!!!!!

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Paige 💕 (paigebueckers) started following you.

Paige 💕 wants to send you a message. Hey, I heard you were into D1 basketball players? 😉

The message stuck out to you, your stomach dropping as you read the message request. You couldn't help but grin as you read her playful message, the nervous energy in your stomach now morphing into a thrilling anticipation. With shaky hands, you tapped on the message request, your heart pounding in your chest.

You couldn't believe Tana's advice had actually worked ─ talking about them on a podcast was the best rizz, apparently.

With trembling hands, you typed out a response, trying to come across confident despite the fluttering of nerves in your stomach.

Y/N 🎀 hi, you saw the episode?

Y/N 🎀 god i'm so embarrassed, sorry if you keep getting bombarded with questions from my fans lol. they mean well i swear 😫

You exited out of Instagram and tapped on iMessage, quickly getting into your group-chat with the girls.

we ❤️ white claws

y/n | GUESS WHO DM'D ME

tana | PAIGE BUECKERS???????

brooke | it better be paige or ur just blue balling us atp

y/n | yes it was paigeeee! *sends screenshot*

brooke | omgggg she's flirting with you!!!!

tana | what did i say bro?? what did i say?????

y/n | tysm tana ur literally the fucking best

As you were typing out your message to the groupchat, your phone buzzed. You looked up at the message, a smile spreading on your lips.

Paige 💕 Haha, yeah, I saw the episode. Don't worry about it, it's all good :)

Paige 💕 And no need to apologize, ur fans are really funny lol

You closed your phone, shutting your eyes as you swallowed a squeal of excitement.

The thrill of talking to Paige was almost overwhelming, but in the best possible way. You'd thought she was attractive since you'd first gotten into basketball back in high school (yes, it was because of your ex but that's besides that point), and it was surreal now that she was not only talking to you ─ she was hitting on you.

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It had been a few weeks since you'd began talking to Paige and since then, you'd exchanged phone numbers and were talking every single day. She was sending you good morning texts, she made sure to do an fit check every morning, and you found yourself eagerly awaiting each message from her. The thrill of talking to Paige hadn't faded; if anything, it had only intensified as you got to know her better.

However, you knew since the season was beginning she wasn't going to be as free as she was before. You didn't mind, of course ─ you were just happy you were able to talk to her at all. These last couple days had been busy for her and you hadn't been able to talk to her, but this morning you'd gotten something in the mail that you were sure you didn't order.

You ripped it open to reveal Paige's jersey, and it was even signed at the bottom. You couldn't believe it, your heart swelling with warmth at the unexpected gesture from her. Holding the jersey in your hands, you couldn't help but smile at the thoughtfulness behind her gift.

As if on cue, your phone began buzzing in your pocket and you pulled it out. You quickly accepted the Facetime, a grin on your face as you answered.

"Oh my god, you're insane."

"What? You got the jersey?" Paige feigned shock, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she grinned at you through the screen. "I have no idea how that got there."

You chuckled, shaking your head in disbelief. "Yeah, I got it. Thank you so much, Paige. It's... it's amazing."

Paige's smile softened, her eyes warm with affection. "You're welcome. I just wanted to show my appreciation for you, you know?"

You felt a swell of warmth in your chest. "Well, it definitely made my day. Thanks, P. I really mean it."

Paige smirked as she took you in through the Facetime. "So, I guess you'll have to wear it to my games now, right? You can't let this signed jersey go to waste."

"Is that an invitation, P?" You teased, raising an eyebrow playfully as you grinned at Paige through the screen. The idea of attending Paige's games in her signed jersey filled you with excitement, and you couldn't wait to cheer her on from the stands.

Paige chuckled, her smirk widening. "Yeah, you down? You know our first game's on Thursday night, I'll get you floor tickets and everything."

You didn't think she was serious but the more you thought about it, the more you realized she might actually be serious. The excitement bubbled up within you at the thought of attending Paige's game, especially with floor tickets.

"Are you serious?" you asked, a hint of disbelief in your voice.

"Well, uh. I know it's a long flight but I wanna see you. I'll fly you out, I'll show you around and we can spend some time together, and stuff." Paige's usual confident demeanor was replaced with a touch of nervousness, her eyes searching yours for a reaction.

"Paige, are you sure?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. The idea of spending time together in person was both thrilling and nerve-wracking, and you couldn't believe that Paige was offering to fly you out just to see her.

Paige nodded, a shy smile tugging at her lips. "Of course, I would. I mean, if you want to."

"Yeah, of course I would. You're sure?" You spoke softly but earnestly. Flights were expensive, especially when they were as last minute as this.

Paige let out a dramatic sigh as she nodded. "Yes, bro. Yes or no?"

"Yeah, of course. Gosh, so impatient." You teased as Paige laughed through the Facetime.

Paige chuckled, her laughter filling the screen as she rolled her eyes playfully. "Okay, good. Now show me how my jersey looks on you, put it on for me."

You blushed slightly as you nodded, taking the jersey as you walked up the stairs of your house. You couldn't believe it ─ you were flying out to meet Paige in less than a week. You were going to meet Paige Bueckers in less than a week.

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"Y/N L/N is flying out to see your ass?" KK's voice sounded shocked as sat up on the bed, her eyes wide and her jaw slightly dropped in disbelief.

Paige kept her eyes on her phone as she nodded slowly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. She tried to keep the whole nonchalant thing going up but her friends could see right through it.

Paige couldn't help but smirk at KK's shocked reaction, though she attempted to maintain an air of nonchalance. "Yeah, she is," she replied casually, her fingers tapping away on her phone.

"She's coming to watch us play, like on Thursday?" KK repeated slowly as she tried to process the information, her eyes still wide with astonishment. "Seriously?"

Paige shrugged, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Yeah, seriously. Why is it so hard to believe?"

Ice, who had been lounging next to KK, chimed in with a smile. "Sounds like you're getting serious, P. Bringing her to a game? That's basically a relationship milestone."

Paige rolled her eyes playfully at Ice's comment. "It's not like that, Ice. We're just friends."

"Does she know that? You're such a fuckboy, Paige." Ice rolled her eyes as she exchanged a look with KK.

Paige couldn't help but laugh at Ice's teasing, though she couldn't deny the warmth spreading through her chest at the thought of you. "Trust me, Ice, she knows. And I'm not a fuckboy, I'm just... being a good friend."

KK chuckled, nudging Ice playfully. "Come on, Ice, let's not scare Paige away from the relationship talk."

"Bro, fuck off," Paige groaned as she sighed, leaning back in the gaming chair.

Paige knew she liked you but at this point, she'd only been texting you for a month and before she could be official with you, she'd have to spend time with you in real life. Plus, you lived in California and long distance was not the ideal for her.

"Are we getting those live show tickets or..." KK began as Paige sent her a glare. She put up her hands in defense as Ice let out a small laugh, shaking her head in amusement.

"Don't worry, we can ask her Thursday," Ice teased as she leaned back in the bed, her grin widening.

"Bro, you better leave her alone-"

"Ooo, she's getting possessive already. You have to remember it's Y/N, bro, she's definitely going to have some fans too." KK laughed, joining in on the teasing with a playful smirk.

Paige rolled her eyes at her friends' banter, though she couldn't help but feel a hint of amusement at their antics. "Guys, come on. Let's not make a big deal out of it."

KK chuckled, nudging Ice with her elbow. "Oh, come on, Paige, we'll behave."

"I'll believe it when I see it," Paige retorted as the girls laughed.

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Y/N 🎀 posted on her story !

You were incredibly nervous and the noise of the crowded stadium didn't do much to calm your already frayed nerves. It was your first time meeting Paige in person, and the anticipation had been building up inside you since the moment you boarded the plane to Connecticut.

The plan was to originally go to a pre-game dinner but it didn't really work out because of the traffic and the hectic schedule leading up to the game. Instead, Paige suggested meeting directly at the stadium, where she would give you a tour and introduce you to some of her teammates before the game started.

As you made your way through the crowds, your heart pounded with nervous excitement. Thoughts raced through your mind, wondering if Paige would like you in person as much as she seemed to over text, if you would have enough to talk about, and if you'd be able to keep your nerves in check. You were a nervous wreck, your stomach twisting in anxiety.

You couldn't help but feel a knot forming in your stomach as you scanned the crowd, searching for Paige among the sea of faces. Suddenly, you spotted her standing near the entrance to the court, her eyes scanning the crowd with a look of concentration. Your breath caught in your throat as you made eye contact, and a wave of relief washed over you.

God, she was even more attractive in real life. Her hair was in her signature braided ponytail and had worn some light make-up, her lashes long and her cheeks pink with blush.

Paige's face lit up with a bright smile as she caught sight of you, and she began weaving her way through the crowd towards you. Your nerves melted away as she drew closer, and before you knew it, her arms wrapped around you in a light embrace.

She was even taller than you expected ─ she practically towered over you, but her embrace felt warm and comforting. As she pulled back, you couldn't help but admire the way her eyes sparkled with excitement as she scanned your outfit.

"You're wearing the jersey!" She exclaimed as her eyes took you in, she had no shame in the fact she was checking you out. You didn't miss the way she bit her lip and how her eyes lingered, your face flushing with warmth at her gaze.

"Yeah, I wanted to show my support," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the fluttering of nerves in your stomach. "Plus, it's pretty comfy."

Paige grinned, her smile widening at your response. "Well, you look amazing in it. Maybe even better than I do," she teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

You couldn't help but laugh at her teasing, your blush deepening as you looked up at the taller girl. "You're such a flirt,"

Paige bit her lip as her head fell back as she laughed, her laughter filling the air around you and sending a shiver of excitement down your spine. "Nah, I wasn't even trying that time."

Before you could reply, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around to meet the gazes of two girls and a boy, their expressions nervous and excited. "Oh my god, we are such big fans!"

You smiled instantly as you turned your attention toward them. "Aw, thank you, guys. That means the world, would you like a picture?"

The trio's faces lit up with excitement as they nodded eagerly. "Yes, please!" one of the girls exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.

"Can she take the picture?" One of the girls asked as she gestured toward Paige. She looked like a deer caught in headlights, her hands in her pockets as she exchanged a glance toward you.

"Uh, sure."

You and the fans gathered closer, posing for the picture as Paige stepped back to frame the shot. With a quick press of the button, the photo was taken, capturing the moment. As the fans thanked you both and walked away, chatting animatedly amongst themselves. You glanced toward the blonde as she began laughing, shaking her head.

"What?" You asked as she drew closer to you.

Paige shrugged. "I just kinda forgot you're like famous, or whatever. It kinda gives me like... an ego boost, not gonna lie."

You couldn't help but laugh at Paige's comment, her candidness adding to the lightheartedness of the moment. "Why?"

"You're like this really pretty girl who's super funny and has like, a whole fanbase. And you flew out to see me, you told everyone on your friend's podcast that you had a crush on me and now you're here, just casually hanging out with me, wearing my jersey like it's no big deal," Paige explained, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

You laughed at her explanation, feeling a warmth spread through you at her words. "Well, to be fair, you're also this incredible basketball player who's basically taking the WNBA world by storm. And you invited me to your game, so I'd say we're pretty even."

"You're boosting my ego even more though, I hope you know that," Paige replied with a playful grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

You chuckled, feeling a sense of ease settle between you. "Just returning the favor," you teased, nudging her playfully.

"Okay, I'ma let me show you around now," Paige grinned as she gestured for you to keep walking. Her hands found your waist and began guiding you through the halls, her touch unexpected but undoubtedly welcome.

You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the contact, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. With Paige's arm around your waist, guiding you through the busy stadium corridors, you felt a sense of intimacy that was both thrilling and comforting.

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As you sat in the stands, surrounded by cheering fans and the energy of the game, your heart raced with excitement. You stole glances at Paige on the court, marveling at her skill and grace as she played. Despite your nerves, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that you were there to support her.

She was so attractive (even while running around and sweating), she reminded you how much you loved hoopers. The way she moved, the intensity in her eyes as she focused on the game, it all captivated you. Even in the midst of competition, she exuded a confidence and poise that was undeniably attractive.

Your eyes stayed on her the entire game, not paying much attention to anything else. You were so enamored with Paige that you hardly noticed the passage of time. Every movement she made seemed effortless, every shot she took seemed destined to find the net.

As the game reached its end, with the score neck and neck, Paige seemed to rise to the occasion, her determination shining through in every play. And when she sank the winning shot in the final seconds of the game, the crowd erupted into cheers, the sound reverberating throughout the stadium.

You couldn't help but leap to your feet, cheering along with the rest of the fans as you watched Paige celebrate with her teammates on the court.

As the crowd began to disperse and the energy of the game slowly subsided, you made your way down to the court, eager to congratulate Paige. As you approached her, a wide grin spread across her face, and she pulled you into a tight hug, the euphoria of the win still palpable in the air.

Paige didn't care if people took pictures or if people decided to gossip about it later; all she cared about was you being there in that moment.

"You looked really good out there," the words came out of your mouth before you could really process them. Paige pulled out from the hug with a laugh, her arms still around your shoulders.

"And you looked really sexy in the stands, wearing my jersey." Paige smirked playfully, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she teased you.

"I felt like a NBA trophy wife, I was clapping all cutesy cause I knew people were taking pictures of me," you quipped, feeling a rush of excitement at Paige's playful banter. Her laughter was infectious, and you found yourself grinning in response.

Paige chuckled, giving you a playful nudge with her shoulder. "Well, you definitely looked the part," she teased, her tone affectionate as she leaned in closer to you.

You laughed along with her, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort in her presence. "Guess I'll have to start practicing my trophy wife wave for next time," you replied with a playful wink.

"Ooo, next time? Does that mean you'll visit me again?" Paige teased, raising an eyebrow playfully as she looked at you.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for her at her words. "Of course," you replied, your voice filled with sincerity. "But only if you make me a WNBA wife, P."

She squinted as if she was thinking about it, earning a playful shove from you. "I'm just playing, you're the only girl."

"I'd hope so," you scoffed as you playfully rolled your eyes, unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips.

Paige grinned, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, lucky for you, you're my favorite girl," she replied, her tone soft and affectionate.

"So there are other girls?" You teased as she groaned playfully, earning a laugh from you. "I'm just your favorite-"

"That's not what I meant, you're the only one who's wearing my signed jersey, that I sent directly to your house and you're the only one who gets good morning texts and fit checks." Paige countered, her playful smirk widening into a genuine smile.

You couldn't help but laugh at her response, feeling a sense of warmth and happiness fill your chest. "Yeah, I guess you're right," you replied, your tone light and teasing.

Before Paige could reply, she saw Ice and KK approaching from behind you. She sighed as you turned around, meeting their excited gaze.

Paige sighed playfully as she turned to greet Ice and KK, who were clearly eager to join in on the conversation. "Hey, what's up, you two?" she greeted them with a smile, her eyes flickering with amusement.

Ice and KK exchanged a knowing look before KK grinned mischievously. "So, are we interrupting something here?" she teased, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

Paige rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide the smile tugging at her lips. "Y/N, this is KK and Ice. Don't worry about them though, they're just stupid freshman who think they're the shit-"

"Bro, says you!" KK shouted as you laughed, exchanging a smile with Ice.

"I know who you guys are, P talks about you a lot," you said, offering a friendly smile to KK and Ice. "Nice to finally meet you both."

KK's eyes lit up with excitement. "Oh, really? What does she say about us?" she asked eagerly, leaning in closer with a playful grin.

Paige let out a groan, shooting you an amused glance before replying, "Only good things, I promise."

"Yeah, she loves you guys." You smiled as you glanced between Paige, KK, and Ice. "Always talking about your antics and how you keep things interesting."

"She talks about you too, like nonstop." KK began before she earned a shove from a very flustered Paige.

Ice continued, "We thought she was lying until we watched your episode with Tana and Brooke, then we were confused cause you like Paige?"

"Why are you saying it like that? Paige?" Paige mocked Ice, earning a laugh from you and KK.

"Cause Y/N's like a whole baddie, like a 20/20 and you're just like... mid at basketball," Ice explained as Paige sent her a playful glare. "People are gonna be really confused until they see how much you make, then they'll be like ohh,"

"Shut up, bro," Paige replied, but there was a fondness in her tone as she exchanged playful banter with Ice. "It's not about basketball skills, it's about the person."

"Sure, sure," KK chimed in with a grin. "We all know you're a catch, Paige. But hey, if Y/N's into it, who are we to judge?"

You laughed at the girls banter, exchanging a smile with Paige as Ice and KK did the same. "Y/N, we have a question."

"Oh no, bro," Paige groaned as KK nudged her slightly, telling her to be quiet as you nodded, laughing softly.

"Can you get us tickets to Tana and Brooke's shows? Please, we really really wanna go," KK asked, her excitement palpable.

You couldn't help but chuckle at KK's eagerness. "Sure! I'll reach out to them get you guys some," you replied with a smile, already mentally making a note to message Tana and Brooke about it later.

Paige rolled her eyes playfully. "Great, now you're getting my girl to do favors for you," she joked, earning a laugh from both you and KK.

"Your girl?" Ice responded as she raised her brow. "Okay, I see you P, already locking it down."

Paige's cheeks flushed slightly as she playfully nudged Ice. "Shut up, Ice. You know what I mean."

KK leaned in with a mischievous grin. "Oh, we know what you mean, Paige. You're just too scared to admit it."

"Okay, well. Thank you so much, Y/N, you're even more stunning in person. I'll leave you guys to it, now," Ice smirked as she grabbed KK and began walking off the court, toward the team.

Paige let out a sigh before she turned over to meet your eyes, a softness to softness to her expression that made your heart flutter. "Sorry about them, they're like that all the time," she said with a chuckle.

You shook your head with a smile, feeling a sense of contentment settle over you. "No, no, they seem really sweet. They remind me of Tana and Brooke though," you laughed as Paige nodded.

"Uh, sure!" Paige teased as you shook your head in amusement. "I need to go take a shower but um, maybe you can come over?"

Your smile widened at the request as you nodded. "Yeah, sounds like fun."

Again, her hand found the small of your back as she led you toward the team. She was soon reminded of a team celebration they were planning on doing later and the girls insisted on bringing you, she realized that you had become their favorite, too.

But she couldn't blame them, you were perfect.

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tana mongeau (tanamongeau) started following you. Brooke (brookeschofield) started following you.

tana mongeau wants to send you a message. hurt her and you die, got it blondie ?? not joking btw

Brooke wants to send you a message. Heard you & Y/N had a fun time this weekend! You seem like such a sweet girl, would love to have you on the pod sometime. Promise we'll keep it PG 🤗

Brooke Oh and go huskies!!!! 😁

Paige glanced at her phone with a slight groan, shaking her head. "Oh, you've gotta be kidding me,"

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[chilumi-shipper]

My Favorite Girl (2)

Arataki Itto x Shrine Maiden!Fem!Reader

Summary: Part 2 of My Favorite Girl, you unexpectedly return, missing everything and everybody. You want to make things clear, does he still love you? And do you still love him?

Tags: Two lines with curses, Bullying in work place, Angst to Fluff

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Itto remained seated by the docks, similar to how his days ended the past month. The burning ache of your departure never left him, in fact, it has only gotten worse, your lack of presence making itself known to him and a certain mini-sized bull.

Two months.

You've been gone two months, double the time you said you were gonna spend on Watatsumi Island. All his prayers to see a boat containing you had been ignored, much like the letters he sent to you while you were gone.

"Hey, babe! How's the job treating you?"

"I know you'll ace this job like you always do! What is it that Shrine Maidens do specifically that they have to switch locations? Well anyway, you'll do so good, you probably won't even need a full month to finish the job."

"Looooveee, don't let Ushi warm your side of the bed for too long, okay? His sleep moos are kinda annoying, ya know? Ohh, crap! He caught me writing you a letter!" This particular letter had a bite mark and a hoof print of the sleep moo-er.

"So... I don't know how to start this up without sounding like a total jerk, but... Well, first I wanna say happy birthday! Very very late happy birthday..." This letter was quite long, yet it received no reaction.

"You haven't returned any of my letters yet, which is totally okay if you're too busy! But I just wanna know if you're okay... I really miss you, Ushi misses you, the gang too! It been a little bit over a month, waiting for you~ I love youu." This letter was signed by each member of the Arataki Gang, each with their own little message.

A few letters of concern goes by, no response.

"It's been two months, my darling... When are you coming back home?" He wrote this one drunk and in tears, the feeling of missing you sinking deeper and deeper into his gut, not letting him shrug off the feeling like he did before.

"Boss! Look what I found in your mail!" The loud shout of Akira irritated the many people at the docks of Ritou, but it did its job of catching the oni's attention.

Itto turned to see the gang running up yo him. "Hey! You can't just go through my mail like that! What if you accidentally open ones for Y/N? She'd kill ya!"

"Yeah, I know, boss. But I actually got this from the mail delivery before it reached your house, sooo... this isn't your mail yet..." Akira remarked, proudly showing off his loophole.

Kuki Shinobu rolled her eyes before urging him, "Go on then, show him."

The Akira, Mamoru, and Genta excitedly showed Itto the letter in Akira's hands. "From Miss Y/N herself! Ohhh, is our Honorary Maiden about to return? We must rejoice!" Genta exclaimed, hyping up the other members too. Ushi himself couldn't keep his little body from jumping in joy.

"Looks like we don't have to go to Watatsumi for a grand Arataki rescue mission."

"Yeah, hmmm... I was kinda excited about that though."

"Now, hold on..." Shinobu broke their thrilled conversation. "We haven't even read the letter."

"Shinobu's right. Maybe... she just wants to say there's nothing to worry about, and she'll be staying there longer..." The hopeless voice coming from the oni, perhaps preparing for dissapointment, didn't go unnoticed. The gang noticed the change in attitude their leader has been having a few weeks after you left, getting worse with each passing day without you.

"Aww, boss, don't be like that! I'm sure Miss Y/N's had enough of Watatsumi now, she's probably preparing to head home right now." Mamoru attempted to comfort his boss, but Itto has told himself the same so many times that he feels like he can no longer hold the statement in a high regard.

Ushi softly pushed Itto's ankle with his hoof, urging him to open the letter.

"I apologize, my dear. This letter may be long overdue, but I want to let you know that I am doing just fine, there is nothing to worry about. I will be returning in just a short while, I trust that Ushi has kept my side of the bed warm for me, hehehe. To the Arataki Gang, I missed you all as well, I look forward to seeing you. And as for my beloved, Itto, let's talk once I'm there."

"She's really coming back home!" Everyone celebrated, but Itto's mind started spinning.

The most terrifying words... "Let's talk..." without a hint of emotion.

He looked at the letter once again...

Not even an I love you.

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Itto didn't expect the "returning in just a short while" to be just a few hours after he received the letter.

But when he found the door of your shared home open, you were standing visibly inside with your luggage laying on the ground, he could only stand in shock.

He has been dreaming of your return for the past month, but he hasn't exactly thought about how he was gonna greet you, he wasn't even sure whether you were still upset about how he treated you then.

"Y/N..." He whispered the name of the love of his life into the air, being loud enough to just about graze your ears.

You turned to look at him, and immediately, your heart fluttered at the sight. The ever so idiotically dashing man you think is still yours. Your heart sunk at the thought, opting to smile at him instead.

"Itto... Am I still welcome here?" There's a pain constantly in your chest when you think of him. Is his home still your home? Have you been thoroughly replaced? Did you absence spark something between him and a certain ninja you know?

"What are you-" The oni started of confused. "Of course you're welcome here! This is your home, did you think Ushi clamed your ownership entirely? He only took up the bed, but that's it, really." You giggled at his remark, finding it easy to talk to him still.

"It's just that you probably didn't expect me to come back now. My letter was pretty late, as I've heard." You reasoned as you look around, seeing that practically nothing has changed from when you left.

"Well, you wanted to talk, so let's save that for later, why don't we?" Itto picked up all of your luggage, reminding you of his pride of not making two trips just to transport something, prompting you to smile as you nodded at his suggestion.

Your smile lit up the house he found so lonely while you were gone, so naturally, he noticed you smiling at him, and it brought a light feeling to his heart. "What? Missed your strong oni carrying everything for you?"

Your oni... Is he really?

Your smile faded a bit, but you made sure to catch yourself so he wouldn't notice, "Yeahh, I really did..."

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"So you're the maiden from Narukami right? The one in love with an oni?" You caught the condecending tone of another Shrine Maiden as she spoke to you.

You decided to ignore the way she spoke to you. "Yes, that's right! How can I be of assistance?"

"Mind throwing this to the garbage, just some useless junk mail." She placed a sizable amount of crumbled and shredded paper onto your hands. "Thanks." After giving you the most ungrateful thanks, she walked away giggling with her friend.

You merely sighed, heading for the trash can, pouring the paper in the bin. Just as you were about to walk away, you noticed something on the paper... Ushi's signiture hoof print.

With a gasp, you grabbed it and read the letter that was at such a sorry state. The letter was light hearted, yet when you read it, you almost broke down right next to the garbage. You scooped up the rest of the paper you just threw away and hurriedly ran back to your quarters. Most of the letters are in pieces, but you still needed to see what they say.

After two months in Watatsumi, you only received their letters then.

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You're finally back home, the suffocating air the Watatsumi Shrine Maidens breathe no longer in your lungs. You took another look of the house as Itto carried your things into your shared room.

In a tired manner, you sat down on the couch, and Ushi immediately took a seat next to you. "Hello, my little bull..." You cooed affectionately, patting his head, which he all responded to positively.

Everything is where it should be... so normal and so familiar.

"Darling! I have a surprise for you! I almost forgot since, ya know, you came unex-" Itto's excited voice and enthusiastic movements halted when he saw you sitting down on the couch. "Y/N...?"

Your head was down, small sobs came from your throat, and he can tell that you're trying yo hold them in. You curled up into a ball, sobs getting louader as you can no longer hold such a pain in your heart.

"Itto, please... I need you..." At your call, the oni dropped his gift to the ground and hurried to your side before pulling you to his chest. "Let me stay here..."

"Love, it's okay... I'm right here. And you can stay right here too." He kissed the top of your head, rubbing you shoulder to calm you down.

"Don't leave me all alone. Do-Don't forget about me..." You were begging, clinging onto him. Hoping he wouldn't walk out the door without a thought.

You wrapped your arms around him, sitting on his lap before burrying your face on his neck. The concerned oni didn't completely understand, but he understood that you needed him, so he's going to be there, he isn't leaving you alone in your home this time.

...

"Feeling better?" With a grin, Itto placed a cup of hot chocolate in front of you. The sight of you nodding left him feeling relieved.

"I'm right here, darling, alright?"

"Do you still love me?" The oni was shocked by the suddenness of your question. You looked at him, expecting an answer.

After composing himself, Itto stood in front of you at the dinner table, giving you the same look. "I fucking love you too much for you to start questioning my love."

"But you gave me a reason to... question it..." You pointed out sheepishly.

The man you love sighed, "I know, and I'm hoping... if you let me, I can make up for that..." He then proceeded to place a gift in front of you, right next to the hot chocolate.

"My very very late birthday present?" You gestured at the gift with a smile.

You felt in your heart that... you should trust his words, to let him prove his love. So you will.

"So you did receive my letters..." He teased right back.

"It's a long story..." You sighed, looking at the present in front of you.

"And I'll be hapy to hear it, love. Because I will always be here." Itto walked up to you and proceeded to wipe the lone tear that fell from your eye.

You stood up and jumped at him, hugging him immediately. "I'm really sorry, Itto... I shouldn't have left."

Tears yet again fell to your cheeks, "But when you forgot about my birthday, about our special day... about me..." You recalled the many nights you spent without him by your side.

"It made me... questionn your love..."

The love of your life hugged you back, letting you lean on his chest. "Then let me ask you now... Do you still love me?"

You chuckled against him.

"I fucking love you too much for you to start questioning my love." He couldn't help but let out the biggest grin when you said that.

The oni let go of you, before bringing the gift to your attention. "Since you love me so much, you'll let me take you out on a date and wear this, right?"

As he opened the box, you saw a necklace with a pendant that in a shape of a bull... he knows you too well. Yes, this is the beautiful jade necklace, it is made out of jade, soooo...

You hear a moo at the your feet, making you look down. "Oh, and here comes Ushi." Itto bantered with the idea of him and the bull being competitors for your love.

Ushi presented to you a wilting flower, along with the purest eyes you can see on a bull.

"Ohh, my sweet darling, thank you so much!"

Itto scoffed, "He literally plucked it out of the neighbor's garden, he almost cried when he was being shouted at."

"Ahh, Ushi has faced such a great trial for this flower, I appreciate it even more."

As the two compete for your love just like old times, the hot chocolate on the table goes cold.

...

"Uh, Shinobu..." The boat of the rest of the Arataki Gang docked at Watasumi Island. "What are we doing here again?" Mamoru questioned the green haired girl.

"Apparently, there's a problem about receiving mail in the Sangonomiya Shrine, and that's why Miss Y/N took so long to get back home." Kuki Shinobu clarified. "Miss Yae asked us to take care of it. Think of this as part of the rescue mission you were talking about."

"Yeahh, alright! Let's kick some mail troblemakers butts!" Akira exclaimed.

"Yep, that's exactly what Miss Yae asked for. This is probably the only Shrine Maiden related thing I like, except for Miss Y/N, of course."

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

After a year with no update...

I was done with a lot of things on my plate (thankfully) so I thought, why not pick up an old project :3

Thanks so much for everyone's patience, for waiting for part 2 of this story for such a long time, I appreciate you guys (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Tags: @l0diluvs @iiyumii @lockem @t4m3-simp @eliciana @freezombielover

[sstan-hoe]

◇ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 ◇

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — pre-outbreak!joel miller × fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — you love joel, but god he can't cook. Meaning it's time that he learns a thing or two! However having a daughter who finds it quite amusing could make things difficult.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — this is just pure fluff honestly, Joel trying to cook ��� he's pretty but damn he needs practice, this fanfiction is not 18+ anyone can interact with it! (the series is 16+ but there is nothing mentioned here however I don't advice it to anyone whose scared easily), reader has no specific race or anything just that she's from Germany and her great grandma made Quark Balls (Quarkkäulchen)

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — my first joel fic!!! I'm sooo excited and I have more planned, do you want more? reblog/comment and follow!!! let's see where Joel takes us on my blog :)

Coming home at same time as Joel was something that happened every fifth full moon, he always came home late while Sarah and you were home before five in the evening. Add to that, Joel more often than not broke his promise on coming home on time.

Now imagine your surprised expression as you walked into the house and saw Joel standing in the kitchen. Sarah sat at the table giggling to herself, watching her father who apparently tried to cook?

You sneaked up on him, Sarah already noticing you and trying to keep quiet. Peaking around Joel you wondered what he was doing, your man was peeling potatoes with a knife and almost cutting himself.

“Okay, enough of this torture,” you chuckled. Joel’s eyes widened the moment he heard your voice behind him. Quickly he turned around to face you with an akward smile.

“What exactly are you doing…,” you added and took the knife and potato gently from his hands. “Cooking, darlin’,” he trailed off which had you grinning, “I can see that, however I’m a bit concerned about your fingers,” you mused inspecting his fingers for any injuries.

His attempt on peeling potatoes was rather cute, but what was he trying to cook? “And what are you trying to cook?” snaking your arms around his waist to rest your chin on his chest.

“The Quark Balls your great grandma used to make, the ones you talk about doing all the time,” Joel leaned down to press his lips to yours as your heart began beating fast. You couldn’t wish for a better man.

“Where did you get the recipe?” you asked stunned, the book which held the recipe was with your grandma back in Germany.

Sarah stood up and came to your side with a proud smile, “she send it over, it took a little bit but today it came in the mail, and I went to the store to buy everything!” she told you excited, jumping up a little which was adorable. You hugged her to your side, “thank you,” you whispered kissing her forehead.

Your eyes found Joel’s and you couldn’t help but giggle, “let’s make those Quark Balls.” He released a protesting sound, “no, we, Sarah and I will make them, and you will sit here and look pretty.” His hands gently pushed you towards the table.

Shaking your hand, you took his from your waist, “I love you, but you just can’t cook,” you didn’t want to sound mean, but it was the truth.

Joel looked at you playfully offended, “you dare to say I can’t cook?” Pursing your lips together, “well…yeah,” “I thought you loved me!” You released a wholehearted laugh in which Sarah joined, “she’s right dad,” now his eyes were on his daughter who laughed uncontrollably by now.

“You’re my daughter, you’re supposed to be on my side!” Joel shook his head at his daughter and fixed his gaze on you.

“Oh, stop whining and let’s get this done,” you nudged his shoulders and got the potato peeler from the drawer, “this, is a tool which makes peeling potatoes easier,” you held up the peeler to your man’s face.

Giving Joel the peeler while you read over the recipe, Sarah went back to her previous seat to observe the both of you.

You grabbed a Tupperware bowl especially made for the microwave to make the potatoes cook faster. Suddenly you heard a noise from Joel, the man had cut himself.

“Oh, my love,” you spoke and turned around to him, trying to hold back a chuckle. The cut wasn’t deep, but it did bleed a little bit and given its place it would be an uncomfortable pain. “I’ll get a plaster,” Sarah stood up with a teasing smile, when she came back, she held a Winnie The Pooh themed bandage. “Really?” Joel asked with a pointed look at his daughter.

“Was the only one left,” she shrugged, but the smirk she hid from him told you that it was infect not the only one left. You put the plaster around Joel’s cut and kissed it before moving him back to peel the potatoes.

Lastly you got a grater along with a bowl from the cupboard and set them up for later. Joel was finished and looked at you for further instructions, “now we cook them,” a big question mark formed above his head at your words.

A chuckle escaped your lips, “what did you do before you met me?” you shook your head and put the potatoes into the Tupperware bowl and filled it with water until they were covered. “I got baby food and dad ate everything that was ready in five minutes,” Sarah enlightened you, earning a small glare from her father.

“Can’t say I’m surprised,” you joked nudging your hips against his, “okay, enough bullying me,” Joel told you in a stern voice that left no room for argument. You put the potatoes into the bowl and placed it in the microwave setting the timer at fifteen minutes.

“Sarah, have you done your homework yet?” you asked causing her to grimace and you already knew the answer, “then off you go.” She gave you a playful annoyed smile and went to her room, however you knew it wouldn’t take long until she was finished.

As soon as Sarah was upstairs Joel had you pressed against his chest and chin on your shoulder, “I’m not a bad cook,” he mumbled against your clothed skin.

You lifted your hand up to caress his stubbled cheek, “mhm, no you’re not,” you agreed turning around to wrap your arms around his neck. There was a hint of mock in your voice which Joel caught on and started tickling you, “no, no, no, Joel!” you squeaked.

He stopped tickling you and draw circles over your skin as he began pouting, “how can you be so mean to me? I’ve been nothing but good to you.”

You shook your head, suddenly a weird noise from the microwave got your attention. Furrowing your brows, you walked to the microwave and opened it, waves of water greeting you. Sighing you stopped the timer, noticing the missing lid, “Joel….” “Yes, my love, light of my life?” he asked with an akward smile.

“Did you forget to put the lid…on the bowl? You know water boils and might swap over,” you lectured him. Joel sighed, “yes, I did and yes, I know,” embarrassment spreading in him.

“Thank god you’re pretty,” you muttered and fixed his mistake. You weren’t mad at him, maybe a little bit as it was a silly mistake, but it can happen. Besides Joel never used the bowl before, this could be a part of the reason.

The timer still had ten minutes left so you took Joel and sat him at the table, “stay here and when I need my strong, pretty man I will call you,” you gave him a loving kiss on his lips.

Joel felt bad, he wanted to surprise you, but his lack of cooking skills made it hard. While he loved your cooking, he hated how you always had to cook for him while he sat there and did nothing. Of course, you told him it was okay however that didn’t ease the feeling.

After the timer was up you moved to get a bigger bowl to add the quark later, now you could use Joel. You didn’t want him to feel helpless.

Taking his hand, you positioned him in front of and gave him a grater, “rub the potatoes into the bigger bowl, careful hot. Then I will add the quark you can mix, sound good?” squeezing his hand.

“Sound’s good, darlin’,” he agreed and did as he was told, the task was a bit difficult given the state of the potatoes, but he mastered it. When he was done you added the quark, sugar and salt to the mix, as asked Joel mashed it together.

“Now we have a dough!” you exclaimed excitingly and clapped your hands. Just then Sarah was back and already eyed the finished mixture, with a knowing smile you grabbed her a spoon to make a taste test.

“More sugar,” she stated, handed you the spoon. You tried too and nodded, “agreed,” grabbing the sugar you added two more spoons.

Joel mixed again and Sarah gave you a thumbs up, “good now lets heat the pan,” it was time to bake the Quark Balls, “did you know that even tho it’s balls, they’re not balls? You take a little dough on a spoon and put it in the pan, then press it down so its max one centimetres thick. Meaning it’s actually Quark Flats,” you gave them a little lesson on the translation from German to English.

Frying them in the pan from both sides with a lot of butter to have  golden brown. The first few were a bit too dark which was why you flattened them a little more and used less heat.

Sarah snatched the first one and groaned from the taste, “these are delicious,” she praised. You chuckled happily, “thank you,” holding one up to Joel who eagerly took it. He had the same reaction as his daughter, “darlin’ these are amazing,” he pressed as kiss to your cheek after slowing the last bit.

“I’m very happy you like them, I think Omi would be proud,” you told them with a smile, heart warming at the thought of your great grandma. She always made the best Quark Balls, better than anyone or anything.

“I think we should cook more often together,” Sarah said as she hugged your side, a laugh escaping you, “you didn’t do anything, little troublemaker.” “I was moral support!” she argued playfully.

𝑱𝑶𝑬𝑳 𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑹 — @jobean12-blog

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 |I do have a taglist however it has conditions that must be followed — you can follow @sstanhoe-updates for updated without anything

[chodzacaparodia]

How many are allowed for the ao3 truth and dare? I wanna ask for:

🛼🥤💌🌻🐇🍄🧸🔪❄️🌿🏜️🦴🐝🎨🧩

(Sorry if it's a lot)

You can ask all you want hahah 😁 Thank you for your asks <3 I'm really glad you wanted ask so much ♡

🛼⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

🗣👨‍❤️‍👨🕺🥂❤️‍🩹

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

AHHH THIS IS SO HARD 😭😭

I'm looking through my bookmarks and I don't know what to recommend... Maybe this one:

The Secrets We Keep (Aren't Really That Extreme) by CheekyBrunette (Tododeku)

This is my favorite chat fic ever. I remember reading the chapters several times before the new updates came.

💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now? 

Ehhhh on the "official" e-mail I have read all of them, but on my one Gmail, which is mainly used for e-mails from ao3, I have over about 116?? 💀 Almost all of which are updates of fanfic chapters, which I will totally come back someday 🙈

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

Preferably I'd like just @ everyone who likes/reblogs my posts, but that's where our interactions end 😭😭I appreciate your silent presence 💖💖💖

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both? 

Original characters!!! I mostly avoid reader insert because it often makes me cringe 💀

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

Maybe Ryufuyu (Ryusei Satou and Chifuyu Matsuno) from Tokyo Revengers this time?

Ryseui often makes fun of Chifuyu and his love of shoujo manga and romance. But he finds it super cute. And since he also has a huge weakness for Chifuyu, he arranges for him various "scenes" typical of shojo mangas or dramas (like "rescuing" Chifuyu from a cyclist who is riding a good few meters away from them), which are more like pranks and cause Chifuyu's irritation and frustration. at the beginning, but then Ryusei makes up for everything and Chifuyu admits that he is a very charming bastard.

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual?

The fastest way is to follow me and create some interactions through e.g. reblogs? Comments? When I see that someone is excited about what I like, I start to feel a connection hahah.

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Idk, I can't remember. All I can remember in my head is how I looked for information about what diseases etc. kissing can bring 💀

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

I would love to write a Hanahaki Disease fic! I already have it in my head, but this idea will have to wait. Hmmm, who could write it well? Maybe Julie Kagawa could create something good? Her "The Iron Fey" and "Shadow of Fox" series convince me she could handle it. Or Colleen Hoover hahah. She would definitely dramatize this theme even more. Her Hanahaki Disease book would definitely be a bestseller

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

Honestly, it helps me to read fics or books where the characters are also fans and create something themselves, mainly fanfiction. I can identify with them and feel solidarity. Their passion is contagious, their doubts are my doubts. Stories like this make me feel motivated.

Sooo reading 💖📚

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

I love long comments where readers quote fragments of my Fic and write what they liked about them 🥺💖 They make me so happy that my cheeks hurt from smiling! I really appreciate that someone liked my story so much that they devoted so much time and energy to such an extensive comment 😭

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

Hmmm I don't think so? Mostly ideas come to me randomly. But "Fruits Basket" was my inspiration to write one fic

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

She doesn't even use tumblr anymore, but I have to tag @twojastarasiostra! She's my friend who I met at university and she was my beta for a long time (now I don't want to burden her with work because of her normal work, soo No beta we die like our free time 💀) Thank you so much that you took the time to read my works under pressure and that you sent me fragments that you liked. I'm so grateful for what you did ♡♡♡ Now you don't have to read anymore, but you still have to deal with me talking about struggling to write hahah

Speaking of struggling, I would also like to thank @lostsowly for our conversations during TR Rare Pair Week ♡♡ Mutual motivation gave me a lot ♡♡ In my heart there will always be the fact that you wrote that I am one of your favorite writers 😭

I have to also tag @matcha-meow who always informs me about writing events that I don't know about because I don't have Twitter 💀 If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have created many of my works. Thank you very much for your extensive comments, which always make me happy ♡♡♡

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like

This is my favorite Kuroken fanart ever (I hope it opens because it's on pinterest)

I love everything about this fanart. Versions of Kuroo and Kenma at different ages, their adult versions looking at each other so tenderly, this background, these colors 😭😭😭

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

When I see some incest tags 💀 If in the fic the romantic relationship is between siblings, I have *ABORT ABORT*. Just like there is a threesome with siblings in the main role. If there are love triangles between a character and two siblings - that's cool, but God forbid such a threesome 💀

If I see that the text is written in a sequence and there are no paragraphs, then I often give up reading

Have a nice day! 💖

Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

[casualhedonists]

firstly i apologize for how long this is going to be 😭

i was so emotional as i read attention cuz i just KNEW that there would be an ending eventually, and ofc, i never wanted attention to end. but you wrapped it up SOOOO beautifully! i feel so bad that i can't capture HOW amazing of a read that was in words!! trust me, attention means so so much to me. whenever i thought "i can't wait until chapter 6 comes out!" my anxiety kicked in because i knew that when chapter 6 came out.... it would be over. and that day is here

reading this was like eating your favorite chocolate. every single bite being enjoyable... something you'd think back on days later and crave for more. never getting tired of it.

honestly, its amazing how there is SO much creativity and wonderful fanfics on tumblr... for free? ITS INSANE. as i was reading it i kept saying "this is crazy!" i mean, i couldn't believe?? the plot twist?? the dialogue?? the pacing?? the list could go ON! forever. also you are SO sweet and kind 🫶🫶

i honestly thought she would be furious about what happened to greene... like my jaw dropped as SOON as her mom told her that he was sent to be a peacekeeper. at that moment i KNEW it was all snows fault. i seriously felt like it was over for them... like a whole fight scene was about to take place and she would move out, leading to snow being destroyed, alone, teary eyed and begging her to stay... that wouldve crushed me. i'm so glad she felt the complete opposite.

it's was SO interesting to think back on and see her progress. at first she was desperate, trying to win snow over by playing his games, trying to turn the tables and make snow become weak for her. but eventually she got the idea, and now SHE dominates HIM. it was neat seeing things come full circle!! now he's getting a taste of his own medicine (pun intended?)!!

also medicine is like... god i mean, do i even??? one of my top harry songs. SO GOOD!!!! do you also listen to him?? if so i can recommend other (more unknown) songs of his that give the same vibe if you'd like!

i am REALLY excited for your future works!!!! i admire your writing style and how talented you are. tbh you're the reason i'm inspired to start my own fanfic. but honestly, i'm scared because it is SO difficult thinking of a good storyline and plot... my brain is blank. i feel like every thing i think of sounds generic and cliche which puts me in a writers block. (do you have any tips?)

thank you so much for taking the time to read this!! i hope you have an amazing day!!

-💐

flower nonnie you. can have my whole heart here *carves it out walks it to fedex and mails it to you w next day delivery*

i read this first thing yesterday and it MADE MY WHOLE DAY i swear. like im so happy you enjoyed the fic so much, this is so much more than i could ever hope for as a response and it means the world to me that you’d set aside time to type out such a sweet message. it’s bittersweet to say goodbye to attention bc it is The Fic that brought me into this fandom (and out of my fic writing block) and it means so much to me bc it’s been so fun and it makes me so happy to know people feel that way when reading it. i had the final line written since (chapter 3?? i think) so i always knew that’s how i’d close it off and it was SO satisfying getting to type that last line in.

also it was sooo much fun to write her little mastermind by taylor swift moment (what if i told you none of it was accidental etc etc) and also yes omg i love harry (mostly his unreleased songs tbh!! like baby honey, medicine, talk, complicated freak) and ofc the usual suspects like kiwi and sign of the times and harry’s house. i am so so open to more song recs!! esp unreleased or lesser known ones!

in terms of writing tips, i wrote down a little thing a while back here but my main thing is to write what you want to read. that’s all i’ve ever done in fic and personal writing projects/poetry of mine. if you write for only yourself you can never go wrong imo, everything else is just topping. so start there, doesn’t matter if it’s been done before, so long as it makes you happy!! (one day i should tell the story of my first fic that actually got read by people online it was a whole journey that started with me assuming nobody would ever see it but me)

okay this is getting long i’ll close out now but thank you sweet anon for the kind words, i can’t even tell you how much they mean to me!! you are truly too kind!! 🤍🤍🤍

[na-ta-sh-aa]

Aww the beauty of this chapter is immense. Bradley, Gorgeous and the children (and Vanessa the Cocker Spaniel) have already conquered my heart and I'm sure that as I continue reading the series they will go deeper and deeper and I couldn't be happier about this🥹💗💗💗

“When he logged into his email account, his heart skipped around a bit when he saw that he had something new from you. Then he opened it up and read it, and his lips parted softly in surprise at what you'd sent.”

I love the anticipation, the wait and Bradley's reaction when he saw that she had sent him something. Even though he tries to deny it and wants to keep the relationship professional, you can see how much he wants to know her better and how interested he is in her and I love all of that!🥹

“He logged out again and headed to the mess hall for dinner, because there was no point in responding until he had the photo you just asked him for. One where you'd be able to see exactly what every inch of him looked like. As he ate his meatloaf, his thoughts all settled on that one pertinent question: were your students really the ones who were curious about how he looked, or were you? Because it sounded like it could be the latter. He fucking hoped it was. And he fucking hoped you wouldn't be disappointed after tomorrow when he sent you exactly what was asked of him.”

Who could possibly be disappointed by Bradley's looks? I mean, we're talking about Bradley Bradshaw🫠

“To say he was attractive looking standing there in his flight suit next to the jet with his name on the side of it would have been the understatement of the century. He was hot. Unbelievably hot. Top tier. You shamelessly zoomed in to get an even better look at his face which was complete with a crooked little smile and a fucking mustache.”

Bradley's beauty always has this effect🫠

“Even his messy, wavy hair looked soft enough for you to want to rub your face and lips against it. Where did that idea come from? You uncrossed and recrossed your legs as the most delightful thoughts filled your mind. You already knew he was sweet, kind, attentive and humble, but now you knew he was easy on the eyes, too. If only you could hear his voice.”

His voice is the icing on the cake!

“For reference, I'm 6'1" and 205 pounds. That should give you and your kiddos a good size comparison, yeah? Also, just a little curious myself here.... are you sure they were the only ones who wanted to know what I look like? Or did you want to know, too?”

AHH!! you literally lost me at “I'm 6'1" and 205 pounds”🫠 I loved how Bradley was so direct with her, he made me blush I can't imagine what he did to her!

“Then it hit you like a bolt of lightning. No way was this man single. He was handsome. That would have been enough on its own. But he also had an impressive career, all of his hair, and he was tall. And that didn't even scrape the surface of his sweet personality! You couldn't embarrass yourself further. You just couldn't. You wanted him to keep writing to your class, because they were already so attached to him. You couldn't ruin this for them.”

Nooo no bad interpretations please, he couldn't be more into her!

P.s. The line where she says he has all his hair was brilliant😂

“When your students came flooding into the room, they led off with the same question they had every morning now. "Did we get anything in the mail from Lieutenant Bradshaw?"

Aww they are sweethearts🥹, I love their excitement and anticipation for Bradley's response, they are already all in love with him!

“My kids also wanted me to ask you if your spouse or significant other is in the Navy. And they'd like to know how old your kids are if you have any. Once again, just to be clear, I'm only asking these things on their behalf...”

AHH!! she is sooo smart!

“But it did. Days passed. You normally tried not to think about your work email account during the weekends, let alone check it. Saturday was miserable as you logged in almost hourly to check and double check if you had something new from Lieutenant Bradshaw. It was so bad, you ended up initiating a movie night with some of your friends, opting to lock your phone in the center console of your car rather than take it into the theater.”

Ooh they are already completely desperate and into each other just after a few pictures and emails they exchanged I LITERALLY LOVE THEM!! I can't imagine how they will be if and when they meet🫠

“Sunday was no better. You took yourself to the beach for the afternoon to try to read and sunbathe. But there was a group of guys in US NAVY TOP GUN shirts playing football, and you wondered if Bradley ever did this kind of thing with his friends. Or his family. Jesus Christ, why couldn't he just write back and tell you if he had a pretty wife and six adorable kids who loved to play football on the beach with him?”

Even though I know Bradley is not married and has no children, this wait for his email is wearing me down too!

“Since your students seem to be showing quite an interest in my personal life, please let them know I actually don't have a spouse or significant other at all. Nor do I have any kids. Their letters (and your emails, too) are the only ones I'm getting this deployment. No one else has been writing to me. Nobody stateside is waiting for me. I hope that answers their questions to your liking.”

“And now it's your turn to answer a question for me. Is there a guy in your life who is going to try to beat the crap out of me if I tell you that I think you're gorgeous?”

AHHHH!! He told her he was single, asked her if there was a man in her life and told her she was gorgeous🫠 the wait was worth it, there couldn't have been a better answer!

“He didn't mind one bit. In all actuality, he was living for this shit, already thinking about how he could maybe visit your classroom someday soon. Several of the kids asked him if he could. They all asked him to take more pictures of life on the aircraft carrier. Then he laughed for a solid minute over the photo that Jayden sent of his Cocker Spaniel named Vanessa.”

Aww I'm sure I'll melt if Bradley goes to visit the class🫠 I love that Jayden sent Bradley a picture of his Cocker Spaniel, sooo cute!!🥹

“But Bradley had purposely been neglecting his email inbox for the last few days. He was too afraid to read your words telling him that you were in fact taken, and that he was stupid for thinking you'd been the one who wanted to know what he looked like. He was rather enjoying the delusion that you might let him tell you how pretty he thought you were over email and maybe someday in person. He decided to respond to the rest of the notes in the box before getting rejected, otherwise it would be too hard to do this.”

Ooh they are made for each other🥹

“My last boyfriend didn't like it when I talked about my fourth graders. He didn't really see any value in what I do for a living. He would have never taken the time to read something they wrote let alone answer their questions individually. So no, there's nobody who would be upset with you for making me feel like there are butterflies permanently living in my belly now. If you want to tell me you think I'm gorgeous, I'm certainly not going to stop you.”

I have butterflies in my stomach, now they both know that there is no love interest in their lives!

“Hey, Gorgeous,

I'd like to take it further.

Yours Truly,

Bradley Bradshaw”

Okay I am literally jumping for joy. Bradley writing her in her private email calling her Gorgeous telling her he wants to take it further and sign Bradley Bradshaw? Can anything be more perfect than this? Ooh I love them, love them, love them so much!!

Wooow what a wonderful chapter! I loved how they are both already so taken with each other that they can't stop thinking about each other. Just as I found it so sweet and realistic how they were both curious and eager to know more about each other's private lives but at the same time they were afraid that reality could break the spell they had created in such a short time. Gorgeous's reaction to Bradley's photo couldn't have been better, it was so true and I loved how you captured her excitement, wonder and happiness. It was pretty much my same reaction the first time I saw Bradley😅. Not to mention how much I continue to adore the sweet, kind and funny way Bradley responds to the kids in Gorgeous' class and how they so eagerly await Bradley's letters. If the time ever comes for the class to meet Bradley I don't think my heart will be able to handle all the joy and sweetness of the moment🥹To say that I'm loving reading this series would be the understatement of the century🥹I loved every word!!✨💗💗💗

Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 3 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You rendered Bradley speechless and left him wondering if your students were the ones who wanted to know what he looked like or if it was really you who was curious. He wanted to know everything about you, but the urge to ask for more was mingling with his duty to keep things professional. You and he teetered on the edge... until you didn't.

Warnings: Fluff, language, Bradley looking hot

Length: 3100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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Bradley found himself homesick in a way he never did before. He still had weeks and weeks of this deployment to go, stuck on the aircraft carrier, endlessly curious about someone he barely knew anything about and a classroom full of kids he'd never met. But he felt like he wanted to know more about you and them. 

At least he was too busy now to dwell on the fact that it had been days since the last mail call. He was never one who was lined up, eager to collect something from a loved one. Vanessa and all of his other ex girlfriends never sent him handwritten notes or snacks. He'd gotten sporadic emails in the past, but nothing that made him smile and laugh out loud. Never anything that made him sad when he realized he had reached the end of the note, hoping for more.

He wanted to go back to the lounge and check his email, but he was afraid he'd have nothing new to read. There was really nobody else other than you who would send him anything right now, and he was sure you had something better to do with your time than comment on the photos he'd send of his jet and the engine parts. And even if you had written back, how long could he really keep this conversation with you going? How soon would you run out of interest in his deployment?

Bradley knew he'd be much better at talking to you in person, but how the hell was he supposed to get there? Jesus Christ, you were probably married. You probably already had someone back home wrapped around your fingers, and here he was, still thinking about you. 

"Pitiful," he muttered, making his way to the lounge anyway. He would keep it professional with you. One hundred percent. But he still wanted to know if your students got to see the photos and if they had any questions about them. 

When he logged into his email account, his heart skipped around a bit when he saw that he had something new from you. Then he opened it up and read it, and his lips parted softly in surprise at what you'd sent.

Thank you for the photos. They were very enlightening. We especially liked the ones where you were showing off your cockpit. Or I did, anyway. The kids liked all of them and started on another list of questions for you. Good luck getting rid of us now. 

We were wondering if you could have someone take a picture of you standing in front of your jet. For size comparison purposes. And also because my students would like to know what you look like. Hearing from you makes our day even better.

Bradley read it again. Still surprised, he read it a third time. Were you the one asking for the photo? It seemed like you might be. Or was he just projecting here? Shit. Maybe. He'd been thinking about how he'd respond if you asked him something personal, and this felt like you and he were teetering right on the edge.

You even echoed his own thoughts, but it still made him warm all over to know that you looked forward to hearing from him. That it made your day better when he sent an email. He decided he was going to keep this going as long as he could.

He logged out again and headed to the mess hall for dinner, because there was no point in responding until he had the photo you just asked him for. One where you'd be able to see exactly what every inch of him looked like. As he ate his meatloaf, his thoughts all settled on that one pertinent question: were your students really the ones who were curious about how he looked, or were you? Because it sounded like it could be the latter. He fucking hoped it was. And he fucking hoped you wouldn't be disappointed after tomorrow when he sent you exactly what was asked of him.

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You thought you were ready, but you weren't. Not for this. Not for him. Not even close. Thankfully it was still early enough that none of your students were in the classroom with you, because Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw had responded to your slightly tipsy email from a few nights ago. He sent exactly one photo, and your only response was to softly moan, "Holy hell."

To say he was attractive looking standing there in his flight suit next to the jet with his name on the side of it would have been the understatement of the century. He was hot. Unbelievably hot. Top tier. You shamelessly zoomed in to get an even better look at his face which was complete with a crooked little smile and a fucking mustache.

"Who does he think he is?" you asked the empty room, voice filled with need. "The audacity."

Even his messy, wavy hair looked soft enough for you to want to rub your face and lips against it. Where did that idea come from? You uncrossed and recrossed your legs as the most delightful thoughts filled your mind. You already knew he was sweet, kind, attentive and humble, but now you knew he was easy on the eyes, too. If only you could hear his voice. 

After several minutes of uninterrupted gawking, you realized he'd written a few sentences to you as well, addressing you just as he always had. But this felt more personal. Maybe a little intimate.

For reference, I'm 6'1" and 205 pounds. That should give you and your kiddos a good size comparison, yeah? Also, just a little curious myself here.... are you sure they were the only ones who wanted to know what I look like? Or did you want to know, too?

So he called you out. Your whole body felt too hot and too light. You were floating off of your chair even as your heart pounded. You must be two feet in the air by now. He already knew what you looked like, but now you cared more than ever what he thought about you. Because you had a massive crush on your classroom pen pal.

"How embarrassing. You drunk emailed him! How are you supposed to respond to this?" you whispered as you closed your laptop and pressed your fingers to your lips. It was hard to tell if his tone was playful or not. He was smiling in the photo, which made you think that he was. But perhaps he was trying to put a stop to any topic of conversation that could be considered personal. 

Then it hit you like a bolt of lightning. No way was this man single. He was handsome. That would have been enough on its own. But he also had an impressive career, all of his hair, and he was tall. And that didn't even scrape the surface of his sweet personality! You couldn't embarrass yourself further. You just couldn't. You wanted him to keep writing to your class, because they were already so attached to him. You couldn't ruin this for them. 

When your students came flooding into the room, they led off with the same question they had every morning now. "Did we get anything in the mail from Lieutenant Bradshaw?"

"Not yet," you replied, still trying to decide how to respond to his photo. "But hopefully soon. He did email another picture though."

All of them were immediately headed for your desk, wanting to see what their pen pal looked like. You pressed your lips together, bracing yourself as you opened up that photo again, and then the kids all interjected into your thoughts.

"His jet is so cool!"

"It's huge!"

"He looks exactly how I thought he would!"

"Can he send us more stuff?"

It took you a good, long while to get them all into their seats. Clearly you weren't the only one who was entranced by him. Their questions overflowed, most of which still had to do with the aviation topics you'd been teaching them. Bradley Bradshaw had turned your classroom upside down, in a good way. And the more you thought about it, the more you just wanted to make sure you weren't missing out on something here. This man was better looking than the last three guys you went out with all combined, and he already made you feel tingly inside before you knew that for a fact.

You went home after work and did it again. You drank some wine and logged into your work email account and wrote back to him less than a day after he wrote to you. Part of you recognized that you'd look desperate, but you simply had to know so you could stop thinking about him if necessary. You started typing. 

It was definitely, absolutely my students who wanted to know what you look like. It had nothing to do with me. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. That being said...nice photo. Very nice.

My kids also wanted me to ask you if your spouse or significant other is in the Navy. And they'd like to know how old your kids are if you have any. Once again, just to be clear, I'm only asking these things on their behalf...

"Send," you whispered, doing it before you could stop yourself. Then you were left with your intrusive thoughts and the rest of the wine, ultimately deciding to just go to bed. He wasn't going to respond right away. He was busy working. You just hoped it didn't take too long. 

But it did. Days passed. You normally tried not to think about your work email account during the weekends, let alone check it. Saturday was miserable as you logged in almost hourly to check and double check if you had something new from Lieutenant Bradshaw. It was so bad, you ended up initiating a movie night with some of your friends, opting to lock your phone in the center console of your car rather than take it into the theater. 

Sunday was no better. You took yourself to the beach for the afternoon to try to read and sunbathe. But there was a group of guys in US NAVY TOP GUN shirts playing football, and you wondered if Bradley ever did this kind of thing with his friends. Or his family. Jesus Christ, why couldn't he just write back and tell you if he had a pretty wife and six adorable kids who loved to play football on the beach with him?

When two of the guys in the TOP GUN shirts purposely threw the football toward your towel and tried to play it off as an accident, you didn't even feel like returning their flirtatious banter. Neither of them had a mustache or soft looking brown hair. Neither of them left you wanting to know more. 

You went home and tried so hard not to check your work email, but you failed miserably. But then you were happy you caved, because he wrote back. Bradley Bradshaw actually responded again. And a few seconds later, you were giggling and trying to control the squeal that escaped your lips.

When the mail arrived on the aircraft carrier yesterday, I was one of the first officers in line, and I wasn't disappointed. I got the second box from your class, and I can't wait to start reading and responding to everyone's notes this week. I'll let you know when you've got more mail coming your way. 

Since your students seem to be showing quite an interest in my personal life, please let them know I actually don't have a spouse or significant other at all. Nor do I have any kids. Their letters (and your emails, too) are the only ones I'm getting this deployment. No one else has been writing to me. Nobody stateside is waiting for me. I hope that answers their questions to your liking.

And now it's your turn to answer a question for me. Is there a guy in your life who is going to try to beat the crap out of me if I tell you that I think you're gorgeous? 

I'll just be waiting impatiently for your response.

Yours Truly,

Lt Bradley Bradshaw

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Bradley was so tired. The kind of bone deep exhaustion that only comes after the completion of a dangerous mission when your adrenaline finally wears off. All he could think about was how badly he wanted to be back at home in his bed in San Diego with a soft, warm body next to his and a sweet voice in his ear. But he was picturing your face and your body, already convinced you'd have the sweetest voice he'd ever heard.

Shit. He needed to focus on what the admirals had to say instead of drift into daydreams.

"No need to report to the strategy room in the morning, Lieutenant," his commanding officer said as Bradley unzipped the top of his flight suit. "Take some time to rest."

He saluted the admiral and walked off toward his bunk and a hot shower. But even as the steamy water eased the ache in his muscles, he thought about how he already knew he wouldn't be able to sleep right now. Not when he still had a few messages from your students to respond to. Not when those notes always made him smile.

This time you'd only included a very short note in the box, but it wasn't typed up and printed out. It was written in your pretty penmanship on a sheet of lined paper.

Lt Bradshaw,

I hope this package finds you well. Please prepare yourself for approximately seven hundred more questions. Thanks again for sharing your time with us.

He didn't mind one bit. In all actuality, he was living for this shit, already thinking about how he could maybe visit your classroom someday soon. Several of the kids asked him if he could. They all asked him to take more pictures of life on the aircraft carrier. Then he laughed for a solid minute over the photo that Jayden sent of his Cocker Spaniel named Vanessa. 

But Bradley had purposely been neglecting his email inbox for the last few days. He was too afraid to read your words telling him that you were in fact taken, and that he was stupid for thinking you'd been the one who wanted to know what he looked like. He was rather enjoying the delusion that you might let him tell you how pretty he thought you were over email and maybe someday in person. He decided to respond to the rest of the notes in the box before getting rejected, otherwise it would be too hard to do this.

He finished writing back to Oliver and Cooper and then tucked the box away under his bed before drifting off to sleep while dreaming of his own bed. But the next day, he had literally no work to do. He's been given the entire day off. He hit the gym and avoided the married woman like the plague. Then he ate lunch and contemplated going back to the gym again, but his feet carried him to the lounge instead. At the very least, he promised you that he'd let you know when you had mail on the way so the kids could get excited. He should take the time to tell you he'd be sending more responses to your class by air mail.

Somehow Bradley had convinced himself so thoroughly that you were in a relationship, he almost couldn't fathom anything else. But there was a new message from you in his inbox, and it felt like a gift when he opened and read it.

Lt Bradshaw,

I must say, I was surprised to find out that my emails and the letters from my class are the only ones making their way to you. Not that I'm complaining. Not one bit. I just find it hard to believe that you don't have a lot of interested parties hoping for a chance to be the one you think about when you're deployed and all alone.

My last boyfriend didn't like it when I talked about my fourth graders. He didn't really see any value in what I do for a living. He would have never taken the time to read something they wrote let alone answer their questions individually. So no, there's nobody who would be upset with you for making me feel like there are butterflies permanently living in my belly now. If you want to tell me you think I'm gorgeous, I'm certainly not going to stop you.

Here's my personal, non school affiliated email address. Just in case you feel like using it. If not, you can keep responding here, and I can take the hint that we went far enough.

I hope you're doing well and staying safe.

Frantically, Bradley checked the date and time stamp. "Fuck," he growled, his fingers not quite able to keep up with his brain when he realized you'd sent this to him days ago. More than five days ago! "Shit. Fuck!" He had been keeping you waiting! As soon as he got his hands working at the same speed as his thoughts, he copied and pasted your personal email address and started a new thread like his life depended on it.

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You were just curling up with a cup of sleepy time tea after a long day at work, wishing someone would put you out of your misery, when your phone vibrated on the couch cushion next to your leg. You were half tempted to ignore it, reasoning that it was probably time to accept the fact that Bradley Bradshaw already lost interest in you and delete his photos from your downloads folder. You should learn how to stop embarrassing yourself.

Then you glanced down and saw that you had a new email. It was from a now familiar sender. It had been sent to your personal account. You immediately scrambled to unlock your phone and read it.

Hey, Gorgeous,

I'd like to take it further.

Yours Truly,

Bradley Bradshaw

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What the fuck, Bradley, you smooth man! Take it further, take it further, take it further! I love how impatient they get when they want to hear from each other. Now go ahead and get a little more personal. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls and everyone who sent me messages and asks about this fic.

PART 4

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[happyprinceling]

1, 6, 14, 19 for the book asks, please! This is the Ovid Anon btw! :3 I sent you an e-mail yesterday, just thought I'd let you know in case you don't check that e-mail a lot, just so you can read it whenever you feel like it 💌

omg thank you so much! and yepp i saw the mail, i’ll try to answer you wednesay! 💝

book you’ve reread the most times?

Definitely, the whole Artemis Fowl series! And, more recently Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe!

what books have you read in the last month? In april and the 14 days of may I’ve read: Huntress, and Ash by Malindo Lo, Bit Palas (The Flea Palace) by Elif Şafak,The Book Of What Remains by Benjamin Alire Sáenz (a collection of poems),The Tempest by Shakespeare (idk man probably doesn’t count)(Oscar’s poems again and again and again)currently reading: Ari and Dante (again and again and again)and Anne Lister: An Erotic Biography by Angela Steidele

do you ever mark/dog ear books you own?

yepppp, i mark pages with sticky notes, and underline sentences with bright-coloured pencils! I want to remember what I felt the first time and what state I was in , whenever i re-read! 💌

most disliked popular books?

oah, listen, i Hated 1984 in high school but i don’t know if i’d still hate it now.I’m having so much trouble thinking of books i dislike rn wtf… apart from The Usualy like shades of gray ‘n stuff, that shouldn’t even be mentioned, nothing comes to my mind?

[uss-genderprise]

What are your favorite things about being alive?

this is such a wild ask to get out of nowhere like that wow

uhhhh i honestly don't know. there's a lot of great stuff about being alive. of course there's star trek, and start trek fanfiction, and star trek fanart. and people who will listen to me talk about star trek, those are truly some of my favourites. i like music. something i'm really into these days is archiving and whenever i find a new super old site where people used to post super wild explicit gay fics i get such a rush of dopamine (i found trektales.com today and also found out that kardasi.com is fully perserved on archive.org so i'm having a great day). let's see what else. i think it's neat that we have the internet! you sent me this ask from who knows where and yet i can read it and reply to it and you'll get my reply as soon as i'm done with it! but also snail mail does still exist and people still use it which is really cool and fun to me. oh and i like books! i didn't make a post about it for some reason but i recently aquired 40 trek novels for less than 2$ each and it was sooo worth it! it's also pomelo season finally so i get to eat one of my favourite fruits now. it's almost cold enough to wear socks inside which i am also excited for, and i'm very much looking forward to nettle season, though it's still a few months away.

this was a wild ask to get out of the blue but tbh this was a really good exercise cause i've been feeling kinda down lately and focusing on all the positives really made me feel better, so thank you. sorry i rambled for so long lol

[sketchguk]

Ofcourse I remember the date! I didn't want to trouble you with the au asks when you're in work, I know cuz I get over excited and send so many 🙈 I will send you about your previous ask you answered in a separate ask! So that you can take time! Hope you got to go outside with friends! Do you watch lots of kdrama? Recently I watched doom at your service and it's good! Jinyoung's recent drama is very nice too the reviews,,, but I didn't get to watch yet! I'm not reading any books now 🙈 but the vanishing half is sooooo famous!! Hope you like it ☺️ Did you see jaebeom's new video? from his photoshoot!! He looks so hot 😭😭 - 🌴

🥺 You're so kind hearted ahh, I love and appreciate you so much 💖

I've watched a fair amount of kdramas! I tend to watch them as opposed to western tv shows because I can't bother waiting an entire year for a whole new season :') I prefer bingeing shows! My pea brain can only handle so much aha so 16 episodes is the right amount ✨ I've seen so many gifs from doom at your service !! I know one of my mutuals really enjoys it as well. I guess I'll have to add it to my list !! I want to watch The Devil's Judge too !! Of course for mister park jinyoung 🥰 Once the show is over... I'm on it !! (Hopefully loll). I don't watch shows as often as most people do because I spend more time on YouTube 😥

Ahh I think part of my summer has been eaten away because I tried to read more instead of watching shows aha. Give and take, I suppose 😔 The Vanishing Half is amazing tho, I'd rate it 5 stars !! I couldn't put it down, and it was such a rollercoaster of emotions. I picked up two new books from the library today !! yayy

As soon as you mentioned Jaebeom, I went onto YouTube to find it LOL. Is it this Dazed one ? He's sooo hot 😭 Those photos saved me. I reallllyyyy love the pics where he's wearing the yellow jersey in bed 🥵 He also has this camping vid/series(?) that I haven't had a chance to watch yet ahhh. But I'm sure I'm going to want to overstep the boundaries of our parasocial relationship the moment I watch it and mail the marriage documents through fanmail :'))

[fangirlings-things]

From: Dean Winchester

To: Tsvetelina

A/N: thank you sooo much for your kind words, love!! your name is absolutely beautiful and I hope you enjoy this 💖 || tag list: @fairyofvoid

Tsvety,

I know you're probably surprised that I actually sent you a letter. In fact, you will probably be surprised that I even know how to write, considering Sammy is the one that always does all the 'nerd' work around here. Anyways, it's been some time since we last spoke and I thought that instead of just texting, you would appreciate me doing this old school and taking the time to put this in the mail.

How have you been? I hope you're good. When we last saw each other you seemed excited to get home soon. Can't judge you for that, even I sometimes want to get away from this mess that always follows me and my brother. And it's quite the mess, isn't it?

So listen, read it, actually, I'm actually writing this letter because I want you to know that I kinda miss you. Not kinda. I do miss you. A lot. And this is not something I would usually be doing on a friday night, writing some letter to a Bulgarian chick who spent some weeks with me and my brother on a hunt. But I liked you, you know? Very much. Damn, that sounded cheesy.

Anyways, that's what I had to tell you. If you ever decide to come to America again, just let me buy you a couple of beers, will you?

Dean

[angelicyoongie]

Hey! Congrats for your grade!! I also got a few of my final grades per mail today and they were also really good so I'm sooo happy and glad to know that other people have a reason to celebrate as well!! ^^ btw I just stumbled over your blog not too long ago and am so hooked on your ot7 hybrid fic.. I'm currently binge-reading your yoongi fic as well, it's sooo good! I'm excited for more!!

Thank you so much, and congrats to you too!! Well done ☺️💖 Ahh thank you, I’m so glad you like them! 🤧

[gotnofucks]

I always forget I'm reading fanfic when it's your writing. The flow of your emotions is so deep and immersive, your writing so arresting that I always am absolutely gobsmacked by it. I go so deep within the layers of your characters and plot, going over the things unsaid, the small symbols that litter your writing and make it a living and breathing prose.

Bucky and the reader's chemistry is absolute fire 🔥 It's adorable seeing them both take tentative steps towards each other before they shy away and retreat. Of course, the trust is hard earned, but I'm loving how they are progressing so gradually towards being each other's.

Bucky just makes me wanna hug him tight. Poor guy's not used to being in love. He's not used to having someone like the reader in his life, someone so pure and sweet. And his mother. Oh, how she glues them both together. The scene where they both bond over her memories, of how Bucky allowed himself to be vulnerable in front of the reader and cry goes to show just how important she has become to him with barely a few words said between them.

I can understand reader's hesitation with intimacy. It wasn't long ago when Bucky was an A grade dick to her, but fuck if he doesn't make her heart flutter. The way Bucky holds her so softly, tenderly just makes my heart ache with longing. I'm so so excited to see their relationship evolve into one of pure love and trust.

But the ending! LEXI! You better not be putting my lovebirds apart for long because my heart's gonna break and Imma mail you a picture of me ugly crying that's gonna give you nightmares! But oh, this was sooo sooo good! I love this 😭❤️

A Heart of Gold: Part 3

Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: talk of sexual assault, Bucky being Bucky, two idjits in love, unrequited love, smut, oral sex, a lil angst, 18+, derogatory language, foul language, MINORS DNI

A/N: I dunno what to say lol. This has been quite tough to write. But I hope it lives upto the expectations.

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The day went by quite well. You’d sold quite a bit of your goods that day, with many regulars coming through. It was always a bit weird to see Winifred’s table occupied by someone else, but you knew that she had never left. She would always be there, looking over you, keeping you safe. You couldn’t say the same for her son, though.

His name flooded your head with the memories of last night and this morning. You were conflicted. You didn’t like him, did you? He wasn’t the best husband, and so far he had shown you no amount of softness, except for this morning. It shook you to your very core.

Just then, one of your regulars popped in for a quick bite, with her cute baby. That was the best part about the bakery. You met so many people, they were like family to you. You cradled the little one, fondling her cheeks and giving her small kisses. You’d always wanted kids of your own, but it was an impossible dream.

Unbeknownst to you, there were a pair of eyes watching you.

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emotion, the wheel.

lonely. 

It’s not the best feeling I’ve got on my emotion identification wheel that I found online to help me better understand more precisely what I’m feeling.  It falls under the “Sad” category and umbrellas the “Isolated” and “Abandoned” feelings.  Isolated.  #nailedit

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So I did what I sometimes do when I’m starting to feel sad in a social setting.  I use my dogs as scapegoats (today, the 4th of July was believable since Ella started reacting stressfully to the poppers earlier today).  Or I blame my anxiety which is well-known among my group of close friends and say it’s time to go. 

Today, coming home was a quick “Bye, Everybody.”, and hopped into my car.  I usually listen to music but I felt the tickle.  You know, the one in your eyes when your nose starts to drip.  That one.  The, “Here they come.” itch.  Damn tears.

So, I abandoned the music and asked Siri to play “If You Feel Too Much” by Jamie Tworkowski, the founder of the organization @twloha​ .  Something about hearing him speak his words, the words he bravely put out into the universe that somehow found me and millions of others makes me feel less isolated and more valued.  It was only about a 15 minute commute home once I made the decision to switch from music to Jamie and I let the tears fall as I heard the words his friends shared and how they see and value his presence in their lives and in this world.  

I recently had the privilege of having a friend gift me two different experiences that gave me the opportunity to see how she viewed me.  She gave me a gift, a canvas pouch with a quote by Maya Angelou that states, “My wish for you is that you continue to be who and how you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness.  Continue to allow humor to lighten the burden of your tender heart.”  I was touched by this gift.  It isn’t a quote I had seen before but it is certainly one I would see and wish that someone would think of me and not just me thinking I could never be that good.  She also responded to an Instagram post I put on my story about a bride who had pulled over to help a victim of an auto accident- a nurse still in her wedding dress and all.  She said it seemed like something I would do.  I’ve only known Jenn for less than a year and she has already become someone I value professionally and personally and even more so when the two intersect.  She’s real, she’s got spunk, and she’s got my back and I know it and I trust it.  She’s a feeler (as am I) and a hugger (that of which I am not).  I keep finding myself surprised that I continue to find good people after college (my closest friends from JMU are basically like the Olympics gymnastics team- I’m obsessed with them).  Then I met my Boston family.  The mostly Craig’s Lists and friends-of-friends with whom I grew into adulthood.  Then, I get friends like Jenn, Alyssa, Lindsay, Sophie, and Joe.  

And then there’s Jamie.  We’ve met a few times and we have a few mutual friends.  I’m just not sure he knows the impact he has had on my life but I sure hope he takes my word for it.  I’m not cut out for the dream job that is available at his organization right now because my professional experience is in inner-city teaching as a special education teacher, yet my emotional experience is in writing.  

As a kid, I never quite felt like I “fit” in my family.  I’m wicked emotional. My mom has to turn off “Lassie” before the end of the show because I would cry every time she waved hew paw “Goodbye” at the end of the show. That is a fact. As an adult, I know that I don’t “fit” in my family.  And it’s starting to be okay.  I learned in 2009, while studying abroad in Florence, that I didn’t just think that I was a good writer but that my family had no idea that I could write (despite having kept a journal since I was 12- circa 2000).  I wanted so badly for my family to know me, for anyone to truly know me.  (Friends and family responses to my first email home while being abroad in Spring 2009.  These words reminded me that I needed to share them if I wanted family and friends to know this about me. These words are old, but I’m inspired by them to dig deep and get back to the place where I can use my experiences to help others):

“You are such a beautiful writer, it's hard to not get lost in your descriptions of Italy, your travels, and your at times, difficult, emotions you are going through over there!  “

“I'm slightly embarrassed to say this but I teared up when I read your e-mail. It was absolutely beautiful!”

“What a great e-mail......You have convinced me you should become a writer.”

“You are absolutely amazing and I enjoyed reading your e-mail so much.  I really think you should look into a career in writing because I was able to picture everything you wrote and you wrote it in such an elegant way. “

“I miss you Rachel.  I am sooo proud of you.  I am so excited for you.  I am in amazement of you.  You have taught me so much... and you continue to, with each email.  THANK YOU! “ 

“I never knew you were such a good writer.  Have you considered a career in writing?”

“wow rach, what a writer you are.  you are quite the intelligent, sophisticated young lady, i was so impressed!!”

I needed to go into those gmail archives more than I knew when I first searched the topic.  Thankful that I wrote all those years ago and it still gives me fuel to continue a decade later.

While listening to the foreword of Jamie’s book tonight, I learned that my writing began a long time ago, just as he realized upon reflection that his had as well.  The time has come to jump back in.  Just like his new company “Needs an Ocean,” I need my words.  I need them in my heart and in my head.  I need them in pen on paper and strung together by keys on a screen.  And I do indeed need the ocean.  It’s where I wrote at night when we spent the summers at the Jersey shore.  It’s where I’d cry my eyes out, not knowing then, but sure now that I was learning that I was facing depression while watching the reflection of the moon dance on the ocean.  We all need our thing.  Right now, I need sleep.

Sleep well, friends.

ps.  I certainly didn’t proof read this.  Not a strength of mine.  Patience for editing my own work  is a not a virtue I possess.  

[roxxythebirbrps]

Damien's Birthday Part 1

Charlie: *decided to hang around in Hogsmeade for a few days, taking in all the magic in the air remembering all her fun little spells and just decided to get back into the feel of the magic world. She missed it greatly, she was sitting at the desk in her motel room scribbling out a letter that really won't have to travel far but she can't just walk on campus without permission. Sealing the letter she hugs it smiling to herself and attaches it to the owl, giving it a light peck she sends it off to go to Damien directly. Flying around Hogwarts castle till it finds the right window and perches on the edge of the window and taps on the Hospital wing window with a Letter for Damien*

Damien: *just finished fixing up another wayward student wizarding battle, sighing just wondering it he was that dumb when he was young, deciding that he wasn't due to his being in Ravenclaw. After that he settled down in his office chair, rubbing his temples, trying to fight the urge to light another cigarette and failing, but as he got to the window something else caught his attention - an owl tapping at it. Confused he let the creature in, not expecting any mail from... well anybody really. The only people he could thing of was his parents and Charlie, though his parent try to avoid using wizarding mail unless necessary... so there's only really one person. And as he untied the letter, her handwriting was unmistakable to him*

Letter: Dear Damien, I decided to stay in Hogsmeade for a few days to practice my magic and take a break from my boring muggle life. Knowing you, you were already or about to start a chain smoking session while everyone else was in the Great Hall eating. Instead of doing that I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me. I'll be in the 3 broom sticks if you decide to come. Love and Kisses, Charlie~