#excuse me i am starting my latest reread

[mercymornsimpathizer]

at the start of gtn Gideon is so determined to win her freedom. and in the end she doesn't just give up her freedom she gives up even her desire for freedom. have u thought about that recently.

#excuse me i am starting my latest reread #she is so vibrant and alive and i am so sad about it. #gideon nav #gideon the ninth #the locked tomb #gtn #tlt #etc etc etc relevant tags

[liaromancewriter]

A True Prince

Premise: Ethan brings Cassie coffee, aka the fairy tale comes true.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: General. Fluff. Words: 640

A/N: I caught up this morning on the replies/comments to A True Fairytale edit. And it ended up inspiring this short fic. I wrote it quite fast before starting work, so please excuse any errors.

Submission for @choices-november2022 Day 19, “Appreciate the moment”

Ethan Ramsey walked into Derry Coffee Roasters with the self-assurance of someone who knew exactly what they wanted. He looked neither left nor right, just took his place in line, head down as he scrolled through emails on his phone.

He smiled when a notification appeared at the top of his screen. His response was almost Pavlovian as he clicked on the banner to switch to Pictagram. It had been like that from the start, ever since he’d turned on notifications for Cassie’s posts and comments.

Emails forgotten, he scrolled down the feed to read her latest reply to Bryce and chuckled at Varma’s comment. It was a good thing Max and Sienna didn’t live in Boston. He suspected he’d see even less of his wife then.

Ethan knew Cassie was happy about their relationship, but she missed having Sienna in Boston. He remembered her saying she and Max had always lived near each other until she moved to Boston. It had taken her time to adjust, with Sienna filling the gap. And now both her best friends lived in a different city.

As he reread her caption, he thought that something about Cassie brought out the troll in him. He couldn’t help needling her and found himself publicly replying to her post, laughing inside when he imagined her face pouting as she read it.

Little did she know that he was already getting her coffee. After a long morning in the community clinic, he only wanted fresh air and a chance to decompress. He’d thought to take a walk around the park close by. But when he saw Cassie’s post, he detoured to Derry’s.

The customer ahead of him moved away, and Ethan stepped up to the counter.

“Hi, Dr. Ramsey.” The barista smiled, having known him for a couple of years now. “This isn’t your usual time.”

“Special occasion, Kara,” he replied.

“Your usual?”

Ethan started to say yes, but then a thought occurred to him. “Let’s switch it up today. A Cortado for me and a flat white for Cassie, extra foam.”

“Chocolate caramel cupcake?” Kara asked as she rang up his order, well aware of his wife’s addictions.

“You know us too well,” Ethan nodded and took his wallet out to pay.

The door behind him swung open with a rush of air, and he glanced over his shoulder. His blue eyes locked with hers, and he thought he saw a hint of surprise in Cassie’s green eyes. Then she threw him a wink, a teasing grin hovering on her lips as she walked over to his side.

He finished paying for his order, inwardly groaning when he saw the dreamy look on Kara’s face. He took Cassie’s hand in his, and they moved down to the bar to wait for their drinks.

“You really are my prince!” Cassie exclaimed when the barista handed her the cupcake.

Cassie circled her arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss his jaw.

Ethan rolled his eyes dramatically, but his smile gave him away. “Your wish is my command.”

Cassie laughed. “That’s a genie, Ethan.”

“As you wish?” He quirked one eyebrow.

“Westley from Princess Bride,” she said, shaking her head in amused exasperation.

“Ah well,” he shrugged. “I never claimed to be a prince anyway.”

“And yet, here we are,” she said softly.

They grabbed their drinks and walked over to the high back armchairs in the corner. Cassie waited for Ethan to sit, then she plopped down on his lap, her legs hanging over the side of the chair.

“You might not be a prince, Dr. Ramsey,” Cassie said, brushing her hand down the side of his face. “But you are mine, and I am yours. So let’s appreciate the moment.”

And for the next half hour, work and emails were forgotten as they did just that.

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Submissions: @choicesficwriterscreations​ @openheartfanfics​

Ethan & Cassie only: @custaroonie​ @lady-calypso​ @hopelessromantic1352​

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[emotionalcadaver]

Hello! I hope you're having a lovely day/night! 😊 Just had to pop in to show some love for your writing. I stumbled upon your fic, Love Me Where I'm Most Ruined, a lil while back and I'm obsessed??? I flew through it so quickly, I just couldn't stop reading! I apologize for not leaving comments as I went, it's like I was in a trance, just had to keep reading 😭😂😂 I'm also somewhat new-ish to the fandom and interacting kinda gives me anxiety, but I'm working on it lol. I'm gonna do a re read sometime soon and I'll let you know my thoughts, gonna spam you with love probably, your story certainly deserves all the love. 🥰❤️❤️ I also see that you've recently rewritten/edited some parts? As if I needed another excuse to re read this whole fic 🤭 Truly, one of my absolute favorite fics I've read. I love the story you've built and I adore your characters so much. I'm in love with Lucy, for real. Obsessed with her. I also haven't read many fics (if any) that are pro Grace. I think that can be a bit controversial in the peaky fandom?(sadly) But holy shit!! I LOVE how you wrote her whole storyline. You broke my heart tho, but I still loved it! 😂 I didn't intend this ask to be so long, please forgive my rambling! You posted your latest chapter on my birthday and girl. Birthdays aren't always the easiest for me and this one was kinda rough. Honestly, reading your fic was kinda the highlight of my day. An unexpected delight! A little gift you didn't even know you were giving me! I literally squealed in excitement lol! Anyways, I just wanted to say thank you for sharing your stories. Your writing is so, so beautiful and I can't believe your fic doesn't have more notes. Honestly, it's criminal! I'm seeing it pop up on my dash again and I just had to show you some love!! 🥰❤️❤️ Also, it's still Valentine's Day where I am, so I felt all the love was a little fitting. ❤️ I hope this novel of an ask finds you well. 😘❤️

-🦋

Oh my goodness, anon, thank you so, so much! Seriously, my heart is practically bursting right now I just wanna reach through the screen and give you biggest hug! 🥰

It means SO MUCH to me that you've loved Lucy and my fic so much 😭 I have quite a few OCs, but Lucy in particular is very near and dear to my heart, so to hear that you love her so much just makes me so happy.

I would LOVE to hear your thoughts if you do a reread! I don't like to pressure people too much to comment because I understand it can be nerve-wracking, but I promise I am literally the least intimidating person in the world and will be absolutely thrilled to hear what you think!

I did recently do a bit of a rewrite/edit, specifically of Red Right Hand. Nothing too crazy, but I did add a few more scenes with Grace and a few more smut scenes.

Grace is certainly a controversial figure in the fandom. I understand why people dislike her, and I never want to make people feel like they have to like her to read or even enjoy my fics, but at the same time I have a soft spot for her, and my vision for the series always included Grace and polyamory elements, despite it still being primarily Tommy x Lucy focused. I was quite nervous including the poly aspects of the story, and I know it turned a lot of people off to my fics, so I really appreciate your support for that particular part of the story! 🖤

And Happy Birthday! I'm so glad to hear that my fic made your day a little brighter! And Happy Valentine's Day as well! This really is the best gift anyone could have given me today!

I'm so sorry that it's been taking me longer to get updates out! I recently started an internship in January that's taking up more of my time, plus just dealing with a general lack of motivation lately. But I am hoping now that I'm more settled into my internship that I will have more time to write and will be able to get onto a more consistent posting schedule. I have SO MANY things planned for Lucy and Tommy and I hope that you enjoy them!

Again, thank you so, so much for this ask, 🦋! You've absolutely made my day! I am sending all of my love your way! 🖤🖤🖤

#🦋 #anon #asks

[braxiatel]

Writer’s Round-Up 2022

I made a post following this writer’s meme on New Year’s Eve last year, so I thought I would repeat it for comparison. It isn’t one you need to be tagged in to do, nor do you need to tag others if you do it.

Total Word Count:

I have published a total of 68,570 words! Compared to 2021’s 31,021 that’s 2.2x as much!

New Things This Year:

There’s three main things that come to mind.

I started writing Hermitcraft/Life series fic!

I made some new writing friends I think deserve a shoutout. First @stitchthesewords and @atherix, and more recently @sparksnevadas and @mochiwrites. I love their works and admire each of them for their craft and their style of writing, so making their acquaintance has been lovely.

Finally I have rediscovered the joy in writing. Last year is struggled so much with anxiety about writing and publishing fic, to the point that it was preventing me from writing. I think I am a lot more confident in my own ability now, and more importantly I’ve become more comfortable with my own shortcomings. All writers have room to improve, and the best way to do that is by writing. If it is too frustrating I stop, and if not I write it as well as I can and accept that my writing is best when I am enjoying the process.

Fic I spent the most time on:

Could I Be The Sky for sure. I spent about four months working on it, and I am so proud of how far I came through the process of writing it. As such I think the story gets stronger the further you read, and the third chapter + the epilogue are by far my favourites.

Favourite thing I wrote:

Hmm. See, the thing is, I like a lot of what I wrote.

Other than CIBTS, which means a lot to me for a lot of reasons, I think the answer has to be one of the Equinox AU fics. However, because they are all part of one story I struggle to pick one. Possibly the latest, In the Darkness You Reap, or maybe the one before that Harbour Me, Guide Me Home

I also really enjoyed writing "We Double as a Drama Troupe" not least for the excuse to use a little bit of the 0.5 theatre degree I earned before dropping out of university. I think it’s funny, and that I got the characters pretty spot on.

Favourite thing I read:

Oh there’s so many. Genuinely.

I read less Warcraft fanfiction now than I did last year, but I still just want to give a shoutout to that fandom for the amazingly high level of writing quality. I specifically want to list @khadgarfield’s Convergence. I love the language it uses, especially for descriptions. In fact I think of it often while writing myself.

Another favourite was @milo-hypno’s Aftershocks of Divinity. This fic… wow, this fic. I don’t think I will ever read another romance/slowburn fic and not compare it to this. The way Aftershocks of Divinity treats the subject of love, of recovery, is genuine and poetic enough that it brought my to tears even as I was reading it for the third time - and it is one of those where rereading it adds to the story.

And lastly, I would be remiss not to mention the Midnight series by @atherix. Oh Midnight. I don’t even know where to start listing all the things I love about it. Atherix, friend, you are the master of world building and foreshadowing. Midnight is fun to read because it rewards paying attention to details. Oh, and then there’s the characterisation, of course. It has that perfect mix of accurate to canon and sensible in the context of the AU it is set within. This one is a masterclass in slowburn as well, and were it a little less late I would dig out a screenshot of me messaging the group chat full of people who do not read Hermitcraft fic, letting them know that the OT3 from the fic series I keep talking about finally got together.

Writing goals for next year:

There’s projects I want to start working on and ones I want to keep working on. Equinox and Kingdom of Boatem AU are the main two, but they aren’t necessarily a goal.

I think most of all I just want to keep working towards writing being something that brings me joy and creative satisfaction. I’ve come so far in 2022, I want to keep up that good work.

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Finally, something I couldn’t fit in anywhere else. I have to give a massive shoutout to @loombarrow for all of your help with writing through the year. Love you, friend!

#writing #there’s so many other writers and fics I wanted to mention #but this post is already long enough 😅 #hermitshipping #long post

[amynchan]

s...senpai noticed me. 0.o aight, then! I have been tagged to answer some questions and then tag 9 others. Let's gooooo

Favorite color: Purples and greens, though I've become more partial to purples. Which is funny, since my new work has a p lovely shade of purple as one of its colors. An excuse to wear it more! huzzah!

Currently reading: So much fanfiction, ngl. I've got quite a few on my subscription list. ^^; As for books, though, I've been rereading Black Cat to gain some equilibrium. I am having New Revelations about this series, which I adored back in high school, and they are making the experience so much fun!!

Last songs: I've been stuck on "Sorrow" and "In The Bedroom Down The Hall", tbh. "Older" has also been running through my mind. I'm a touch sad, but they all give me a sense that life doesn't stop just because you do for a bit. You can get up and go again as long as you're able to.

Last series: Last one I started fresh was probably the latest season of Blown Away (WHICH DID MAKE ME CRY AT ONE PIECE ACK MY HEART!!!), and I've been rereading Black Cat, as I've said. tbh, I don't really start things too much as I tend to hyperfixate for a while, and I am so not done with MDZS. Nope. Not done whatsoever.

Last movie: hrm... I tend--OH! I listened to Atlantis: The Lost Empire while I was doing some work! Had a Revelation about that, too. XD

Currently working on: too many fanfictions and ideas, honestly. I kinda ping-pong around them all, but the one I have open right now is a fanfiction about Song Lan, A-Qing, and Xiao Xingchen. It's mainly about Song Lan, but the other two are V Important.

Let's see who I can tag. XD @encyclopika, @citrinediamondeyes, @droff, @thesilvertophat, @born-potty, @oranjemonkie-blog, @hungryhungry-himbo, @chaotic-cheshire, @marl-writes

If anyone else wants to steal this, go for it! XD

#MDZS

[ilykirara]

Hello! So there's this line in your latest chapter, which is: "It ignited old feelings and old memories that hit him with a strong sense of nostalgia." it refers to Kuai and MC's relationship...is it meant to imply that he crushed on her when they were kids? Or am I reading it wrong?

Ty for your time!

Helloooo ( ≧∀≦)ノ This message is... Really long but I swear I answer your question at one point!!

So there's a few things that influenced the start of the latest chapter... The main one being that I pretty much botched Kuai Liang's story with reader when I used to consistently do 5k chapters (which limited my effort whoops :P). The 'Memories that...' chapter was suppose to set up the theme of Kuai Liang/reader but after rereading it, it was lowley weak HAHAHA. I still consider it to be canon, but I prefer to consider the latest chapter more canon if that makes sense. I promise this is relevant (∩ﾟ∀｀∩)

So, I didn't really want to play on the secret childhood crush when it came to the Lin Kuei because I think the three prioritise competence (which is different/subjective for each one) considering how much responsibilities they bear on a daily basis. I don't think this is a spoiler, but I'll put that in just incase (SPOILER): the three never held any romantic interest in reader before reader became a champion (END OF SPOILER)

I decided since this chapter was going to be the last chapter of the Lin Kuei Stay Arc, I would clear up the dynamic. To answer your question, Kuai Liang didn't have a classic childhood crush on reader. I played on how Kuai Liang and Bi-Han both have similar responsibilities (which was pretty much training to become one of Earthrealm's first line of defence) but have very different expectations simply because of the order of their birth. With that, I could easily implement how Kuai Liang has a more 'softer' approach to Earthrealmers because of his rank (and then we all know how Bi-Han in the story is very... Cold-handed to put it lightly). I'll expand on the actual answer after the next paragraph (〃´ω`〃)

In the story, when reader first arrived at the temple, Kuai Liang instantly beared the responsibility to look after her as a Lin Kuei because the Lin Kuei only exists to protect Earthrealm and its people. So, with an Earthrealmer infront of him, who clearly needed shelter and support, it naturally clicked to him that he needed to fulfil his duty. With that, he became one of your main support lines in your time at the Lin Kuei because the Lin Kuei is full of lethal assassins and after seeing Bi-Han, you couldn't be too sure that everyone was like Kuai Liang unless they were Kuai Liang. Kuai Liang feels compassion for Earthrealmers for being without supernatural abilities and (in my eyes) gets job satisfaction from protecting Earthrealmers so he didn't mind your presence and in fact put it upon himself to keep a tab on your wellbeing. After the whole Bi-Han thing, you became his inspiration to become stronger so he could never let something like that happen to anyone again.

The whole ignited thing was because the only times that Kuai Liang has interacted with the reader beforehand was when they first met then when she attended his father's funeral with Madam Bo (but he didn't speak to you at the funeral) so technically it's been like years since you've interacted with Kuai Liang since the last time! Unlike Tomas, Kuai Liang doesn't own a phone and isn't interested in using one so you two never had a solid line of communication and I suppose like me sometimes, he just gets swept away with his role that even though he does have the opportunities to contact you every now and then, he just... didn't. There's plenty of reasons or excuses or whatever, but yknow it just happens. The old feelings and nostalgia was him being reminded of his protective nature over you when you first arrived at the Lin Kuei.

In short of their dynamic, I imagine Kuai Liang as this very reliable pillar that you can easily return to for stability if the ground ever begins to shake if you get what I mean.

At the start of the latest chapter, Kuai Liang is developing romantic interest in reader because of her development. It's not a full-blown interest because I think Kuai Liang is the type to take it one step at a time. Truth be told, I actually tried to play on how Kuai Liang fell for Harumi Shirai (beauty, strength, and intelligence) which is why there's like a massive paragraph about how Kuai Liang takes notice of reader and then how she has strength

Just a fun little addition that strays away from the question at hand: when I was planning the plot, I had to question how Bi-Han and Kuai Liang's brothership would change because of the whole backstory. In my mind, when the event happened, Kuai Liang was upset as he should be, but then he had to think: what would be the consequences of destroying his brothership with his brother? I imagined that Bi-Han already had a history of bad temperament because of all the stress so it wasn't just an instant thing — it was like a very slow build up that Kuai Liang did notice but tried to reason with himself until he found reader battered and bruised. I don't think Kuai Liang has ever forgiven his brother for the act, but he kept the peace because he prioritised the 'bigger picture' a.k.a. the future of the Lin Kuei and Earthrealm. It just made things easier to keep the brothership (their brotherly bond is genuine though I don't think I would describe the bond as filled with hatred but moreso strained) and allowed them to both serve Earthrealm whilst keeping eachother in check since Kuai Liang is the type to speak up on things he think Bi-Han is doing wrong.

Thank you for the question! I... Really love analysing my own fanfic and I love it when people analyse my story!!! Let me know if you have any more questions and I hope you enjoyed me answering everything but your question most of the time :D

#i finished typing this at 00:22 so i dont know if this is coherent :D #THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THE OPPORTUNITY TO EXPLAIN MY FANFIC IN RIDICULOUS LENGTH!!!! #kombat hearts #mk1

[writefightandflightclub]

Hiiii it's special to me anon!!!

So first of all life has been very hectic and I am sorry my comments for ride or die have been shorter!! Please know that I still read and reread that fic obsessively and always pickup new details to love in each chapter!!! For the latest one, I was particularly hit by the change in perspective!!! Santiago loved her first!!! Like

“You were wrong, see? You didn’t get there first, querida. I was waiting a long time for you. I guess I got scared you’d never catch me up, and so I…” His eyes swim briefly then, clouding over with something like regret. “...I started running. And I guess I just…” His shoulders hunch up towards his ears. “I didn’t know how to stop.”

AND THEN

"You do see it plainly now, as you look into his earnest, regretful eyes. You’d spent so long acting as though he had something to prove to you, but you already know who he is, don’t you? Know that he’d never hurt you if he could help it. You see plainly how it has hurt him to love you. That it still hurts him to love you"

EXCUSE ME??? The way my stomach dropped reading this (in a good way!! In a "I am floored and see things differently now and took a gajillion damage points like a video game character" way 😂)

I also really liked how the revelations and reflections feel like they built upon each other. The heartbroken people in chapter 1 probably couldn't spend a sincerely beautiful night together and then each make their peace in one way or another with the fact that Santi wouldn't be there in the morning. But both have grown so much since the beginning of the story that it feels like the place they're atin the latest chapter makes way more sense. I can't wait to see what happens next!!

As for Something to Prove, I am excited and nervous to get to it at the same time. It's definitely unlike what I usually read so i really appreciate your clear warnings, but I am intrigued by the description and think i can handle it (plus I love the way you write and am certain it's gonna be a banger. Pun 100% intended 😘)

Last but not least!!! No pressure at all but since you asked for blurb/headcanon ideas... one thiglng I always think about for characters in positions of power is how they trust, because so many people will likely try to get close to them for the wrong reasons. I would be really interested in a moment where Leto goes from not trusting someone to trusting them (maybe not entirely but the moment that maybe sparks him viewing the person slightly differently or something?) Absolutely no pressure, just in case you want to!!

⚠️ Ride or Die Chapter 8 spoilers ⚠️

Special to me anon! I’m so sorry I have taken aaaaages to reply / have hoarded these ask treasures in my inbox for so long!

I hope you are getting some rest after things being so hectic for you! Take care of yourself! 🧡🥹

Aaaaaa I love this commentary so much, and the fact that you mentioned REreading it? It makes my heart grow a few sizes 🥹🧡🥹

You’re so right that the goings on in Ch8 couldn’t have happened at the start! So many small revelations are moving them closer to understanding one another.

And oooooooh! Thank you for the Leto prompt! I love that and it sounds really fun to explore and so very “him”. I ended-up putting a call-out for asks and not having time in the end to respond, but I’m adding all the suggestions to my list and hoping something sparks at some stage soon!

Thank you again, this was a delight to read, as always! 🧡🧡🧡

#special to me anon is so special to me

[nompunhere]

“The look you give me says it all.

You can see how deeply I crave your sweet embrace Wanting, wishing, waiting to be held Leaning in ever closer to your face, Hoping for our souls to meld-”

“Is that too cheesy?” I mutter, nibbling at my eraser. “Actually, wait, I don’t care.” The sound of pencil scratching against paper picks up where I left off.

“Your tongue flicks out to meet me, cradling my cheek as I close my eyes Lapping at my form like the waves of the sea as I succumb to their pretty lies

You pull me in like the falling tide, drawing me into your warmth. Granting me a secret place to hide, Away from all the...”

“Bormth,” is what I whisper before descending into giggles. “Eh, screw it, I’ll get back to that line later.”

“Your throat is a sheltering cave, and I, a weary traveler. My tension is a tightly-bound scroll, and you, the eager unraveler”

I squint at the page, shrug, and move on.

“I feel a pull, then two, then three, Your esophagus bringing me down Sinking ever further into thee, In your affections I fear I may drown.

‘But that’s alright,’ I tell myself, ‘It’s not the end of days.’

I tap my pencil against my desk for a solid minute until I sigh and scribble out those last two lines. Their vibes don’t sit right. “This is so stupid,” I mumble, setting my head in my hand, “I shouldn’t have gone for a rhyme scheme.”

I don’t particularly want to start all over though, so instead, I quietly reread it out loud to myself from the beginning, seeing which elements to keep and which to toss. So focused am I that I don’t hear the subtle creak of my bedroom door opening behind me.

“Whatcha reading?”

I yelp and slam my notebook shut, shoving it toward the wall before I can think about how suspicious that looks. I begin to stutter out an excuse, but quickly give up on that and just bury my face in my hands.

“Or, should I say, whatcha writing?” There’s a somewhat smug tone to your voice as you come closer. I can feel your presence looming over my shoulder.

“N-nothing, it’s just some dumb-” is all I manage before cutting myself off with a rather undignified squeak as you pull the notebook back over and flip it open. It’s not long before you find the latest page, the corner having folded over when I closed it. Oh gods, I- I shouldn’t have-

“Hmm.” I can’t bring myself to move. There’s so many things that hum could’ve meant. “Having trouble, eh?” Wait, what? “Sounds like you could use some..” You lean in, murmuring close to my ear, “Inspiration.”

“I... I-I, what? What’re you-”

You shush me, smoothly pulling me up from my chair, grinning as a blush covers my face. “Well, let’s get to it, shall we? We’ll have you writing all the poetry you want in no time.” You bring me close and chuckle at the flustered wheeze that escapes me. I didn’t want you finding out about my, er, special interest until I built up the courage to share, but it seems I had nothing to be afraid of.

.....

It’s not long before I find myself curled up in your center. It’s not quite how I expected it to be, yet it’s so much more at the same time. Unable to form words, I settle for little happy sounds instead, making you laugh as you run your hand over my concealed form.

Y-yeah. Yeah, this’ll definitely help with my little “writing project.”

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#soft vore #safe vore #extreme cuddling #vore thoughts #prey POV #my writing #someone liked my post where I indirectly referenced this draft so I was like 'o snap' #I was just. not happy with this. so I didn't work on it #but here it is now

[kishillaa]

SSM21 Day 10: Distant

"You'll write for me. Promise me you will." She said between her sob as she started to feel unconsciousness overwhelming her.

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Being in a secret relationship without give anything away to Kakashi and Naruto, or anyone else for that matter, was simply hard.

Now that she is so far away from him, making it even more difficult. Him being at Orochimaru's hideout, while his darling Sakura is all the way in Konoha. Without even mean to, he has created distance in between them. And at the moment like this, when it's dark and cold and pin-dropped silence, all he could think of is her heart shaped face, her emerald expressive green eyes, and of course her beautiful pink locks. He does like how she looks in her short hair, even though he did previously prefer the long one. She had said that it got in the way while they're in the wild as an excuse for Naruto and Sasuke personally agreed to that action, although he did know the real reason behind the chopped mane.

And then, there's part of him that miss her that he wouldn't dare to admit to anyone.

He missed her hugs; Sasuke definitely enjoy the warm and comforting embraces of Sakura.

"Sasuke-kun. Don't struggle too much, please. I just need to hug you right now." She had said, with her teary eyes. When Sasuke was sure Naruto and Tsunade had left the room, Sasuke snakes one of his arm around Sakura's waist and buried his face in the crook of her neck. It makes her cried even harder.

He missed how she desperately asked him for dates too, in spite of their usual secret night meeting.

Naruto was there with Kakashi and they had just finish one of their D-rank missions, "Sasuke-kun." She calls out, earning his attention to look over at her, "Let's get something to eat, j–just the two of us."

And then something like,

"Eh, Sasuke-kun, do you think you can help sharpen my weapons?" She bites her lips before letting it out as she continus, "There's this new restaurant open in town, we can try the new food while you're sharpening."

Really, it gets weird over time. While he usually makes rude remarks and bluntly reject her proposal, he genuinely impressed with her effort.

Thinking about that, Sasuke remembered her blushes. He missed that cream colored cheeks changed to the color of her hair–or brighter, when something excited or embarrassed her.

Sasuke touch her cheeks, "You're wrapped up." he had said, gesturing at her wounded shoulder he had cleaned and wrapped with bandage. She has gotten stabbed by Amegakure genins as she shield Idate from the attack. At their closs proximity, and his touch, Sakura went red as she blushed. She tucked few of her fallen strands of hair behind her ears before she place a soft peck of kiss on his cheek, "Thank you, Sasuke-kun."

He most definitely missed their innocent kiss too. Sakura usually the first to initiate that. Only until he's comfortable enough then he will be the one started it, which isn't bad because he likes kissing her, and if that's not enough, then Sakura's delight expression makes it worth even more.

Tucking Sakura's falling hair behind her ears–which he noticed she often do before kissing him–Sasuke leaned down cautiously and cover her waiting lips with his, softly kiss her before he pulls away. He stares at her deep green eyes as he examined how she takes it before Sakura yanked him closer by his neck and kiss him for real.

He especially missed her coconut smell shampooed hair she had started to use after the Chunin Exam.

"Your hair smells different." He commented when they sat on the dock at the Uchiha district, his hand acted as a comb as it makes it through her hair releasing the few knots here and there. The pink haired girl was leaning against him, her hands circling around his waist as they sat side by side, legs dangling at the edge of the dock.

It was always very silent in the Uchiha district, and no one dare to go into the district, somehow afraid of the ghost of Uchihas still lingering around. Sasuke likes it better that way, especially now that he needed all the silence in the world as he sits with Sakura, liking the secrecy of their relationship.

Sakura makes a face as she pulls her face away from his shoulder, "Pakkun used the same shampoo I previously used. So, I had to change to this one, coconut with vanilla scent." She bites her lips as she looks at him from under her lashes. "Do you like it?"

"The smell?"

Sakura nodded.

"It's fine." He replied nonchalantly as he looks straight ahead.

Smiling in content, Sakura change to embrace his arm instead, tighten it a little and rest her head on his shoulder again, "Are you okay?" She asked.

That stopped Sasuke from his train of thought. Cautiously, he lowered his gaze to look at Sakura. Her eyes closing as a small frown cover her face, albeit she looks like she's comfortable with her head on his definitely not comfortable shoulder, "Why should I not?"

"Something's coming." Her voice coming out soft, almost like she's going to cry. "I can feel it, Sasuke-kun. This bond we're having, it helps me understand you more. And right now, something isn't so right. I hope I don't loose you so soon."

He had put his face into her hair that night, lightly kissed her temple and sniff into her coconut and vanilla scented hair. A few days after that, he left the village, leaving everyone behind.

When Orochimaru first taught him summoning jutsu, and he finally mastered it, he has sent Sakura a letter through the snake summons. It's probably risky, but that is the extend he is willing to make just to get in touch with her.

Right now, he is staring at Sakura's third letter.

Sasuke-kun,

I went to clean up your apartment again yesterday, and stopped by at the dock to uproot the grass and and clear up the growing moss that had started to cover the dock.

To answer your questions, I've been well. And you heard that right, I'm doing apprenticeship with Tsunade-sama. Training with her was hard; she didn't just train me healthcare stuff, she helped me sharpen my combat skills too, but of course, I'm sure it isn't as brutal as your training.

Speaking about training, Sasuke-kun. How has you been doing? You know I can't tolerate with you overwork yourself, right? I'm not there to scold you about it, but I hope there's another me to take care of you over there. If there isn't someone else, please take care of yourself for me, Sasuke-kun.

I know you didn't ask this, but I'm sure you'd like to know as well. Naruto has return from his travel with Jiraiya-sama yesterday. Kakashi put us on the bell test again. This is where it got interesting though.

NARUTO FIGURED OUT HOW TO DEFEAT KAKASHI-SENSEI!

I'm pretty sure you're rolling your eyes right now and think how could Naruto–our Naruto—thought of something to fight Kakashi-sensei off and won. ~I'm actually laughing right now thinking of you saying it, gosh I missed you so much~

But he actually did it. It was stupid, really. Jiraiya-sama just published the latest book for Icha Icha series, so Naruto just recite the ending part of the book for spoiler–Mind you, he actually did read the book. Kakashi-sensei eventually let his guard down and we were able to snatch the bell from him.

Anyway, I know I said this in my previous two letters many months ago but I am so happy you wrote to me. Thank you, Sasuke-kun. And I missed you so damn much!

This has gotten too long, I hope I didn't trouble your summon. He seems like he loves those rats I caught for him, though he said the exact opposite. He and you are so alike. See you, Sasuke-kun.

Love you always,

Sakura.

He reread the letter again for the second time that day. Just like the first time he read it, his face soften at the first paragraph, feels grateful for what she had been doing. It was one of not so many things they did together when he was still in the village, and in their kind-of-dating relationship; clean up as much part of Uchiha compound as they could when they're free from mission and Kakashi's training. He felt somewhat blessed to have someone like Sakura by his side, who is terribly in love with him, to company his lonely days and do things he didn't ask her to.

He of course rolls his eyes at her over caring demeanour, and non logical uneasiness regarding his health. She has always put everyone else before herself, that's what he dislike the most about Sakura.

At the part where Sakura predicted Sasuke's reaction to Naruto's idea, he couldn't help but smirk. She knew him a little too well, despite the yesrs of his absence in her life.

Sasuke touched the cursive writing of her name. Huge part of him feels content that, even after years of separation, Sakura still loves him. And to that, he is genuinely grateful.

For this time, they had to be distant. But when everything else is done, he promised he will go back to her, to the girl that he knew will always wait for him, always love him.

After all, distance means so little when someone means so much.

#ssm21 #ssm21d10 #SakuraHaruno #SasukeUchiha #SasuSaku #Genin Sasusaku #prompt #drabble #kishillaawriting #kishillaa

[webslinger-holland]

Why I Stopped Writing:

Many of you know me as webslingerholland. My tumblr page was very popular from 2016-2018. My best stories were Baby Holland and The Royal Family. I wrote for Tom Holland, Peter Parker, Harrison Osterfield, Sam Holland, and Harry Holland. I had millions of followers and thousands of likes on each post.

It wasn’t until October 15, 2018 that it all went downhill. My life changed dramatically to the point we’re I was forced to leave my home. It was a painful time for me. I was full of anger and frustration. And I made the mistake of deleting my tumblr and all my stories on it. To this day, this has been my biggest regret.

I wish I kept those stories. I wish I kept those memories. I wish I could reread all the comments. I wish I could remember my followers. I wish I could turn to my inbox to see my latest messages from fans. I wish…I wish…I wish.

But I can’t. It’s gone now.

I came back in 2020. I made a new account under the same username. Some of the original creators found me again. Some of my old followers were still around. I found that a lot of people had been asking about me over the years. I can’t justify why I deleted everything. There is no excuse. And I seriously regret it.

I started rewriting my stories, occasionally finding some copyrighted versions on different platforms. I was doing well again until…

I met someone.

We started seeing each more often and we started dating a couple months later. I was finally happy again. I didn’t need to turn to my writing to find happiness. I found it with him. And so I stopped writing. I still have my account here. I might even still add to it from time to time. I might come back to write stories again. I might do a lot of things.

Last Friday was the three year anniversary of the worst day of my life. I was feeling really low, but my boyfriend had the whole day planned out to keep my mind off the bad memories. And at the end of the day, he got down on one knee and proposed to me. I obviously said yes.

I’ll never close the door to tumblr. I’ll always leave it open for the possibilities. I actually am still writing on Wattpad. I’ve found a lot of joy in that because I originally started on that platform. What’s important to know is that im still here. I still open the app every day. I just don’t post stories anymore…at least, not right now.

But I’m happy. I have someone who makes me happy. I’m doing well in college. I’ve gotten closer to my family. I’m getting married in the spring. It’s a good life.

And so I write this as a little life update. I doubt many people will read it. I don’t think I have as many followers as I did back in the day. But to those who do still follow me and check up on me, this was for you.

Thank you for everything. Thank you for the love. Thank you for the comments. Thank you for the likes. Thank you for the follows. Thank you for making me happy for so many years. I appreciate everything you did for me. I love you so much!

[armenelols]

I'm properly bored as well lol. Bored enough and unable to find excitement in anything else, so I started making aesthetics.

Anyways. Hope your day's going well.

Here's my ask: what are your headcanons about the dynamic & relationship between Maglor and Maedhros?

Oh boy this is going to be long

When I got this ask I actually started writing a one-shot about them but my attention span is short so it ended up once again unfinished in my drafts :D it kinda shows through this post because I kept falling into my weird storytelling mode

Thus the reason it took me so long to answer lol

SO

The short version: out of the feanorian bunch, Maedhros and Maglor have always been the closest to each other. It doesn't change with time, even when they do.

The longer version has gotten very much out of hand, I strayed off topic several times, forgot to mention half of the things I wanted to but here go:

Maedhros is the oldest of Finwë's grandchildren, so I imagine him being very close to Maglor, as I headcanon them close in age (with Fingon being only slightly younger). Even after the rest of Maedhros's siblings are born, I still see him being closest to Maglor - two oldest of the brothers, of the cousins. Maedhros is the mom friend, and he tries to get along with everyone, take care of everyone. Maglor is too busy perfecting his music skill and occasionally acting snobbish to help (yes, I headcanon younger Maglor as a bit of a snob, sue me :D), but Maedhros doesn't mind because he loves his brother even if he sometimes makes him wish to bang his head against the wall. Repeatedly.

When their lives begin to crumble under their feet, Maglor lets go of his snobbish attitude and tries to help. Fëanor isn't himself anymore, and Finwë is too blind with his love to see what his son is turning into. Maedhros is trying to keep everyone together, Maglor as well, and Fingon and Finrod do their best to help. Fëanor is banished, and all his sons go with him. Nerdanel doesn't. Maedhros start breaking under the pressure put on his shoulders, but he prevails. With Fingon in Tirion, Maglor is now his biggest support.

Everything escalates.

After Finwë's death, I don't think they were given much time to grieve - not with all that happened afterward, and especially not with Fëanor being... Well, you know what I mean. Oath happens, and the first kinslaying, and Losgar. Fëanor is dead, Maedhros is captured and rescued. (in some versions, Amrod is dead, but I am following mostly Silm in this, so take that into consideration further on)

During my latest Silmarillion reread, I noticed a pattern - pretty much every time it mentioned feanorians wanting to do something stupid, being angry, or something similar, it only excluded Maedhros - never Maglor. So while I think Maglor was one of the more gentle brothers, I don't think he was an innocent dude just following his brothers around or something similar. I think that Maedhros's brothers didn't try to resist the oath much in general - at first, they did to an extent, but after some time, they stopped trying. Thus Celegorm's and Curufin's misadventures in Nargothrond (made stronger by the silmaril part) :D Caranthir, Maglor and Ambarussar would be somehow better off, but still not resisting that hard. In the later first age, I think, all of them were pretty much unrecognizable from their past, happier selves. Maedhros would keep his mortals, but the rest would be more looser with them.

Doriath changed that, I think: with the three Cs death, and Eluréd and Elurín lost, I think Maedhros finally snapped. He was tired, and he stopped caring - and I think that was also the breaking for Maglor (though in a different way), when he finally realized how far they have fallen.

When the third kinslaying came, Maedhros just wanted it to be over. Ambarussar were dead, and he and Maglor were alone again, the oldest ones. Silmaril was out of his reach, after being so close. And then he was presented with another pair of twins, as if Elurín and Eluréd come again, but this time... This time he didn't care for their lives. He was tired.

Maglor was tired also, but this time, he was full of regret from the past. He wanted to fix his mistakes. He didn't think anything could excuse his past actions, but maybe he could do at least one more good deed in his life.

He convinces Maedhros and they gain a whole shiny new pair of twins.

Maedhros, I think, grows to like them (not sure if I would go as far as to say love, depends on how long exactly they spend together), and for a time, Elrond and Elros make him see what he used to fight for. For better future, for better life. Maglor is doing his best, but he isn't sure how. Maedhros was the one used to keeping his family in check. For Maglor, this was a new field, and he didn't dare to go against Maedhros often.

War of Wrath happens.

Maedhros wants to steal the silmarils, Maglor doesn't. But Maglor is tired and goes along with Maedhros's wish.

Silmarils burn them, and Maedhros is dead - too tired, he has given up years ago. There was nothing for him left.

Maglor, for the first time in his life, is alone. He doesn't know what to do. And so grieves, and grieves, and grieves.

*but since we all love a proper happy end, Maglor is either going to end up hanging around in modern times, much more in peace with himself than he was at the end of the First Age. Or he crashes at Valinor, where his family is reborn because Mandos doesn't want to be anywhere near them. Maedhros is happy again, and has a new purpose in life. Maglor heals. They are together again, and happy*

#thanks for the ask mate! ❤ #good luck with your aesthetics #excited to see them if you decide to post :D #and my day (or night at this point) is nice if we forget the boredom #thanks for asking! #hope the same goes for you

[fanficmemes]

Dear CB,

I am happy to hear you appreciated my last letter.

Your words are always kind and warm my soul in these dreadful days of deadlines and indecisive weather still not sure if the first blossom of summer is here or if the ice will return in our homes. It also made me rest easier in my bed to learn you are now better, after the sickly days subsequent to the medicine administration.

You are now free of the burden of the heavy cloud of sickness still cover our cities, and it make me happy.

You told me you would have liked to receive the recipe of the pie i told you about last time, so i will write it down in a paper to put in the same envelope of this one. I already excuse my persona for the verbosity i will submit you, but the power of synthesis is not something the sky gifted me.

Hope my letter will find you in good health and sweet mood,

With love,

Soupy.

Dear Soup, I'm writing this with the greatest of joys after receiving your recipe. It sounds heavenly, and am quite excited to enjoy it to the fullest.

Just as you say my words warmed you, so did your words keep me through those pale and cool spring days. I reread your most kind letter while in my illness, it helped greatly with recovery, I assure you.

If it's alright with you, I shall attach the recipe underneath my goodbyes, as I tend to lose things with great ease and it would pain me to lose such a gem as this. And never worry that chatter while baking would ever bother me, I find it quite lovely.

I hope this letter will find you far across the waters between us, and that it will bring a smile to your face and joy to your heart.

All love,

CB

Lemon pie recipe.

This doses are for a 22 cm diameter mold.

It is but a simple recipe, not so different from every other lemon pie you can probably find everywhere, but is the pie we always eat in my family, since sour lemons is something everyone of my affections love the taste. You can picture how much it make me silly laugh when i think about how my taste for the citrus extend also to my leisure reading times, but there are things we cannot tell properly in public, and i confide in the secrecy of our reading club.

The structure is the classic one, composed by a crust, a lemon cream and a sweet meringue.

For the base i am biased in using shortcrust, that better adapt to the type of cream and is quite easy to prepare, surely more than complex french pastry. Is of course understandable is a lack of time and desire to cook made you go instead for a modern storebought puff pastry.

For the crust you will need:

250g of all purpose flour

125 g of butter

1 egg

100 g of powdered sugar (also normal crystal sugar is good, it you prefer a more rough feeling)

A bit of lemon zest for taste.

Cut the butter and mix it with the flour, crumbling it till it reach a sable consistency. Add then the sugar, the egg and the lemon zest, and work with your hands till is smooth and workable. Is better to not strain it too much, or the gluten would form and instead of a crispy crust we would find ourself with an hard chewy bread. Let it rest in the fridge for at least an half hour. When rested, and remember to rest also yourself, work it in a flat disc or your preferred thickness and put it in an already buttered and floured mold. Cover with cooking paper and chickpeas to not let it rise in the oven.

The recipe would ask to cook it at a static 170 C° for 15 minutes, but experience always teach ovens are what of most similar exist in this world of hell work, so judge your oven history and control every couple of minutes so not to burn it to a crisp.

For the cream you will need:

5 to 8 lemons (and if your taste require it more)

3 eggs

150 g of flour and potato starch (usually i make half and half, but it can function even with all flour or all starch. All starch is advised if you will want to put the pie in the oven later to roast the meringue, since all flour will liquify the cream at strong temperature)

Sugar to taste

Separate the whites from the yolks. The yolks can be put in a pot, while the whites are to be put in another bowl to use for the meringue later.

Add the zest of all your lemons to the yolks (if you can find not treated lemon, if not this passage will be sadly skipped). Juice your lemons and add water till you reach 1 liter of liquid. Mix your lemon zested yolks, flour and starch and liquid, bit by bit, to have a smooth cream. Add sugar to taste, i personally add only two spoon, but i know the sour taste is not to everyone taste. Put the pot on low fire and mix till the cream become heavy and smooth and dense. Put it in the pastry shell. You can wait for the cream to cool a little, but be attentive at not waiting too much or it will solidify.

For the meringue you will need:

The whites of the cream eggs

200 g of sugar

I strongly prefer Italian meringue, being it faster to make and being myself in a strong enmity with the frenchs. Also, for a real french meringue it would be needed to whisk the whites with sugar and cook them for 12 hours at low temperatures. I know the latest kitchen programs make it seem like something faisable in a short time, and i will always resent them for this, but what they are serving in real is just raw meringue made with raw eggs, and for how much the raw eggs part can be solved with pasteurized whites, it would make for a more expensive ingredient.

For an Italian meringue, you have to put in a small pot 200g of sugar and a bit of water, just enough to wet it. It then have to be cooked till it make a boiling syrup. Be attentive at not making caramel instead, that would risk ruining the eggs. While the syrup simmer, start whisking the whites. When they start to be whipped add, while still whisking, the hot syrup. The boiling syrup will cook the eggs and give a nice shiny finish at the meringue, while the whisking will assure the sugar is distributed heavenly and the whites continue to whip.

When they are whipped enough to not fall out of the bowl if turned, distribuite the meringue over the pie.

If you like a golden finish it is possible to put in in the oven for some minutes, to toast the meringue, or pass it with a blowtorch.

My verbosity could make seem the recipe long and complex, but i can assure is quite easy to make, even in absence of big space. I do not live in a big estate like the ones of the nobles we are sometimes invited for a ball, as my preparing myself the sweet cakes instead of giving the order to a cook probably already made clear, and last time i prepared it i did it in a chopping board above my sink, and it come out quite good.

Hope you will find it as delicious as i find It myself.

With love,

Soupy

#asks #personal asks #soups letter #I’m so fhcking excited to make this pie #never made one of these #lil scary #but it sounds soooooo good #dhsjskskakaka I forgot that ur from like #the uk??? #somewhere around there I think u said #my brain didn’t read ur voice w an accent until I saw grams #then I was like ohhhh yeahhhhhhh #I do love a good lemon dessert

[waywardnerd67]

Fan Mail

Summary: Jensen has been penpals with a fan for his entire career. Now he wants to meet her to tell her his true feelings for her. He is in for a great surprise to find out who she truly is. Characters: Jensen Ackles, Reader Pairing: Jensen x Reader Warnings: Fluff Word Count: 1706 Prompt: “A fanatic is one who can't change his mind and won't change the subject.” -- Winston Churchill A/N: @spnfanficpond​ Unfic Challenge

(Y/N), I’m sitting in my trailer after wrapping for the last time on Supernatural and I really wish you were here with me. You’ve been my constant companion, my friend throughout all my career and it’s hard to believe we have never met. I want to fix that. I would like to invite you to the Supernatural wrap party in Vancouver. You don’t have to worry about any of the expenses because I will cover them for you. All you have to worry about is bringing you amazing, beautiful self here. I know it’s not a lot of notice which is why I am overnighting this letter to you. Below is my number, just send me a text with your answer. I really want to meet you, (Y/N). It would mean the world to me. Talk to you soon. -J

She reread the letter a few times leaning against the counter. (Y/N) quickly folded the letter and slipped it into her back pocket when the trailer door swung open. The deep, infectious laugh of Jared Padalecki filled the air bringing an instant smile to her face.

“(Y/N)! My favorite person in the whole world!” Jared wrapped his long arms around her and hugged her tight.

She started laughing as he let go of her and flopped down into a chair, “Jared I don’t know if anyone has told you but we wrapped a week ago. You’re supposed to be packing your apartment up to move back home. What are you doing in my chair?”

“My apartment is done and Jensen is sulking around his. I need some sunshine in my life and figured you might need some help packing up the trailer.” His hazel eyes looked around the trailer fondly staring at the wall of photos featuring different looks throughout the years.

(Y/N) smiled softly, “Well I could definitely use your height to get some of the boxes down from our overhead storage.,” she pointed up as he smiled back at her.

After a few hours, (Y/N) and Jared had the whole make-up trailer packed up. An overwhelming sadness tightened around her chest knowing this would be the last time she would ever be inside the trailer of her favorite show. As she turned to look to Jared, she watched in horror as his eyes were skimming a familiar piece of paper. She quickly slid her hand into her back pocket confirming he was indeed reading Jensen’s letter to her.

“Jared…” she said as he looked up at her with his mouth gaping open.

“You’re her! I knew it! I told Jensen it was you. What are the chances that two girls in his life would have the same name. I can’t believe it.” His excitement only made her panic more.

She stepped towards him with her shaking hand reaching for the letter, “Please Jared… just give me the letter.”

He held the letter above his head where she could not reach it, “You’re gonna tell him, right? (Y/N), tell me you’re going to tell him.”

She shook her head, “I-I can’t…”

“(Y/N), you have to tell him. He is moping around his apartment because the wrap party is tomorrow night and hasn’t heard from you. I’ve never seen him like this.” The concern in Jared’s voice made her heart flutter slightly.

He handed her the note and pulled her into a hug, “Between you and me, I think you’re exactly what he needs in his life right now.”

Jared kissed her temple and walked out the trailer door. (Y/N) let out a breath burning within her chest before slumping into one of the chairs and allowing the tears she held to flow freely. After a few minutes, she gathered her things and made her way out to her car. Looking back at the trailer one last time, (Y/N) drove to her apartment downtown. As soon as she was home, she went into her closet pulling out the small chest that held hundreds of letters from Jensen.

She never thought writing a fan letter would put her life on the course it was currently traveling. It started when she tore her ACL at eighteen and ended up watching Days of our Lives as she healed. Instantly, she fell for the blond hair Eric Brady and found that all the actors had a PO Box they received fan letters from. Taking a chance, she wrote Jensen a letter and from there they struck up a friendship. She followed his entire career and he followed her throughout college then theatrical make-up school. When she landed a job on Supernatural, she came face to face with the man who held her heart. Though, he never knew she was the (Y/N) he would write too. Her mail was forwarded from her home in L.A. to Vancouver making Jensen none the wiser that she was his penpal.

(Y/N), Wouldn’t it be amazing if you got a job on Supernatural. I know it would be a long shot, but then we could see each other all the time. It would be nice to have someone other than Jared to hang out with up here. 9 months out of the year with him gets old. I could even take you for a ride in Baby just don’t judge her on how she sounds because it’s not as cool as it is on tv. How did apartment hunting in LA go? Looking forward to your next letter. -J

(Y/N) sat on her bed with the chest open and added Jensen’s latest letter to it. She grabbed her phone pulling up her text thread with Jensen and sent him a message before losing her nerve.

“Hey Jensen, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out and have dinner at my place? Something I need to talk to you about.”

His reply was immediate, “Be there in 30.”

(Y/N) ordered from their favorite Mexican place that would cater on set and anxiously paced around until there was a knock on her door. As she opened it, Jensen was standing next to a delivery man chuckling. He quickly pulled out his wallet and paid for the meal before she could say anything.

Stepping aside, he walked inside looking around her living room. (Y/N) grabbed the bag with their food and made her way towards the kitchen, “Make yourself at home. Would you like a beer?”

“Sure. Thanks for inviting me over. I was looking for an excuse not to pack up my apartment.” Jensen’s deep voice sent goosebumps all over her body.

She took a deep breath before grabbing two beers, a couple of plates and their food. They sat in her living room eating and reminiscing about their time on Supernatural. Conversation between them was natural and easy flowing like water. Once they were done eating and both of them were onto their second beer a comfortable silence fell between them.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Jensen leaned back into her couch and placed his feet up on her coffee table.

(Y/N) swallowed the large lump in her throat before pulling out the chest that contained the truth she had been withholding from him. Sitting at the other end of the couch she placed it between them, “This.”

Jensen sat up looking curiously at her before he opened the lid. He pulled out a letter and once he found what it contained his olive eyes snapped up at her, “You?”

She nodded silently. Watching him ruffle through every letter he had ever sent her was terrifying and liberating. He put out the most recent letter and began chuckling, “I guess you’re already going to the wrap party.”

“Jensen, I know you’re probably mad that I never said anything. I just didn’t know how to approach the subject. I love receiving your letters and didn’t want that to change. With the show ending and knowing you all these years, it wouldn’t be right for you not to know. I’m sorry.” She was rambling until he reached out and grabbed her hand squeezing it.

He set the chest with the letters on the table and moved closer to her, “I told Jared today that if I didn’t hear from my penpal that I was finally going to have the balls to ask you out.”

“And now…” she asked looking up just in time to see Jensen leaning in and pressing his lips against hers.

“Now, we hang out and do some more of this,” he kissed once again, “and we take it day by day.”

“I like the sounds of that.” (Y/N) snuggled into his side as she turned on the tv trying to find something for them to watch.

After a little while Jensen asked, “If you were going to write me another letter, what quote would you have put at the end?”

(Y/N) laughed getting up and grabbing her 1001 Random Quotes book. She had taken to ending her letters with random quotes that she picked by simply randomly opening to a page and blindly pointing at a quote. She did exactly that then started laughing as she read it.

“A fanatic is one who can't change his mind and won't change the subject. -- Winston Churchill” She looked up to see Jensen smiling, “I guess that explains me in a nutshell.”

Jensen slipped his arm around her shoulders pulling out his phone bringing up his camera, “As my biggest fan I think we need to document this important moment,” he snapped a few pictures of them together.

Suddenly, his phone began chiming rapidly with texts while Jensen started laughing, “Well I now owe Jared twenty bucks since he was right all along that you were my fan penpal.”

“I know he found out earlier today. Honestly, who would believe a story that a fan would be penpals with her favorite actor.” She chuckled as he lifted her chin to have their eyes meet.

“You’ve always been more than just a fan to me, (Y/N).” He leaned in kissing before they snuggled with one another on her couch to continue watching a movie.

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[englandsgray]

Sherlolly Self-Interviews 2020

Well hi 👋

Ignoring the internal image of Gilderoy Lockheart smiling smugly while flashbulbs pop and saying ‘In my autobiography, Magical Me...’ 🙈😆 I shall take the opportunity of this lovely event to introduce myself as a writer of Sherlolly fanfiction on AO3...

I am English and somewhere over 30.  I watched the show as it aired, and lost my heart as quickly to Molly Hooper as to Sherlock Holmes.  The kiss is British television history.  Series 4 is my favourite.  Moriarty on the beach is life.  The Holmes brothers break my heart every time.

I am extremely lucky to have been provided some questions to answer here by @ohaine and @mybrainrots - huge, huge love and thanks to these two lovelies, and not just for this.  I admire you both so much as writers, and your support means the world to me ❤️ Thanks too, to @sherlollyappreciationweek!

Where did you begin to write, and have you written for other fandoms?  I wrote my first fanfic when I was eleven years old - a 100 page ramble about The Monkees.  Oh yes.  Then in 2018, I fell for the characters of the Disney Pixar film Cars and began writing and publishing.  So far so random!  Writing in this fandom sprang from binge-watching all four series of Sherlock during lockdown.  I remembered reading Louise Brealey talking about being disappointed Molly didn’t get chance to ‘roundly kick Sherlock’s arse’ and agreeing with her wholeheartedly.  That, over a few weeks, turned into my first fic - Who You Really Are.  

You’re a recent (and welcome!) arrival to the Sherlolly ship, and I was wondering if writing in an established, less active than it used to be fandom has been a challenge?   Thank you, firstly.  My experience of this fandom has been incredibly positive - the sense of welcome has been wonderful.  I will admit I was terrified posting the first fic - there are hundreds of times more stories posted daily in the Sherlock fandom as in the one I had some experience of.  But I needn’t have worried, it’s been a blast.  I will also admit, that it’s no small thing to be surrounded by such brilliant writing and the long-standing passion which goes with it.  But I find that inspiring in itself, and I’m very glad to be here - how supportive the fandom are makes me feel like I always have been!       

What’s your favourite place and way to write?  My aesthetic is Lin-Manuel Miranda in his in-law’s laundry room 🤣 I wrote my first ten-thousand words on the notes app on my phone before my other half told me to stop being ridiculous!  I switch between the laptop, my phone and longhand (I’m a sucker for a nice notepad and a Uni-Ball Eye) and, more often than not, not sat up properly at a table.   

Since you’ve (done something I’ve never managed successfully and) written a novella length fic... how did you organise/keep track of all the details and where you wanted the story to go?  Did you outline/plot in advance?  First of all - I would love to see a novella length fic from you @mybrainrots!  The final scene of Who You Really Are came to me very early on and I knew I wanted the fic to fit within TFP - a lot of it takes place in the timeframe of the final montage.  At first, it was going to be much more about Sherlock’s relationship with the ideas of sentiment and love (the phrase ‘I’m not sentimental about you, I love you,’ haunted me for a while) and I spent some time researching the psychology and playing with scenes from throughout the series - one of my favourites I didn’t go on to use was inspired by the final scene of THoB.  Using scenes from the canon gave an automatic structure, and I was always aiming for the final one I wrote early on - the two of them on the beach (everything is about the beach, with me!)  As I went along and started, inevitably, to slow down, I mapped out the chapters with a short note of what I wanted to be in each, then would add notes or phrases as they came to me - often emailed from my phone!  I had to force myself through a tricky section set in Baker Street at one point, but it came together in the end.  I did plot The Pathologist’s Skeletons on paper first, as I found with a casefic which remains a WIP, that I can get confused and lose focus when it comes to details and how to reveal them in a way which stays paced and interesting.  I’ll certainly do that from now on with longer stories and cases.  How did you keep up enthusiasm for the work?  I want to write an original novel, so I am forcing myself to work through the knotty bits and blocks as a learning experience.  Not everything is destined to be finished or finessed, of course, but I’m finding this process is building my confidence that I can overcome problems and slow periods.  I also find I know when I need some external inspiration - some of my favourite scenes have come to me while out walking the dog or sitting on the beach.  I’ve also been inspired by books or other series or things going on in the world, as we all are, and sometimes that’s pushed me on.  Plus, of course, I’m a newbie - I’m very much in the honeymoon period of my writing, even though I’ve loved Sherlock for ten years! (Ten years! Bonkers.) 

You’ve got a knack for writing Sherlock’s thoughts and capturing his voice.  That said, which character do you find easiest to write?  Which is the hardest?  Thank you so much.  I absolutely love writing Sherlock and Mycroft, and I’m sure that’s because they suit my somewhat over-the-top writing style!  I find Molly and her POV really difficult.  I want the scenes I write from her perspective to sound completely different to Sherlock, but that means writing in a style which doesn’t come as naturally to me.  I’m a long way off happy with that at the moment, but I’m enjoying the challenge.

Is there a scene or character that specifically inspired you to start writing Sherlolly?  The whole of TFP, but especially from the moment Sherlock arrives at Musgrave onwards.  I am desperate to see what a Sherlock Holmes who has been reacquainted with his own heart would look like.  I find his emotionality in those final scenes hugely compelling (Mycroft’s office is one of my favourite moments from across all four series) and, as I have always believed in him and Molly, I practically jumped up back in May after watching it and said ‘right, where’s my notebook?!’.

There’s a lovely peaceful, quiet feeling to your fic ‘We’re All Right At The Moment’.  Can you tell us what inspired it and if you’ve thought of doing the backstory that goes with it?  Thank you!  Like everyone, I would go back to January of this year and start again in a heartbeat, but I am hugely fortunate to be able to say that I have a lot to be grateful to the UK lockdowns for.  I might never have begun writing in this fandom otherwise, for one, and I have had a brilliant time so far and met some lovely people. Honestly, I don’t feel able to do any sort of justice in my writing to what has happened in the world in any broader sense than drawing on my own experiences of staying at home and enjoying my family.  This particular super-short fic sees Molly cutting Sherlock’s hair at home in Baker Street.  I wrote it in the evening after I had cut my other half’s hair and had been reminding myself that despite how horribly worried I was - and still am - about everything, we were all right in that moment, and to focus on that as much as possible.  I wanted to try to capture that, if for no reason other than to look back on this entire experience and remember something lovely, so I am so pleased to hear you felt the fic did that.  It was only after I finished it and reread it, that I realised it is ambiguous as to whether Molly is worried about Sherlock contracting the virus, or whether she is remembering him being treated for it... As I say, I don’t think I could write more about these extraordinary circumstances - perhaps it’s just too close at the moment - so I don’t plan on extending it.  But you know how it is, the plot bunnies hop where they will... 

Do you have a Sherlolly music playlist?  What are your top five favs from the list? Here’s a run down of (6 🙊) songs I have been getting emotional over in the last little while, leading my brain to assign their significance to my favourite couple...

Kissing You - Des’Ree - It’s so 90′s, it’s a bit cheesy, it’s oddly disturbing.  It helped me write A Request, Made Properly, and that gave me an excuse to have Sherlock kiss Molly in the snow.

How Long Will I Love You? - Ellie Goulding - part of the playlist, but also in remembrance of a friend who passed away recently.  Life is very short, love is forever.

High and Dry - Jamie Cullum - It’s made me emotional for a very long time.  The original is my partner’s version of choice, this is mine.  

Think About You - Delta Goodrem - Okay, this one isn’t emotional, and it’s not my usual vibe!  Blame the zoom exercise class I do!  But oh my goodness, it’s Molly.  Bless her.

Blinded By Your Grace (P.T.2. F.T. MNEK) - Stormzy - One of the best ever, I reckon.  Spent an awful lot of time thinking about angels and demons, grace and what it takes to save someone, while writing my latest - The Pathologist’s Skeletons.  This has been in my head most of the (blimmin’) time!

Love Me Like You Do - Ellie Goulding - I didn’t know I was a fan of Ellie until I wrote this list... I don’t subscribe to the theory that the love Molly wants or that which Sherlock has to offer is any lesser because it isn’t ‘normal’ or expected. I don’t think romantic entanglement would come easy to either of them. But it’s still love and it would be beautiful.

Thank you so much for reading.  Thanks and love to @ohaine and @mybrainrots. And thank you @sherlollyappreciationweek for the event and for everything you do ❤️

Feel like I should sign off with a quote from the show...

“You’re not a puzzle-solver, you never have been. You’re a drama queen!” Dr John Watson (Moffat & Gatiss) 2014 😜

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A fav fic of mine by @mybrainrots

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7563193

A fav fic of mine by @ohaine

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10562904

My stuff:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/EnglandsGray/works

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[flatfootmonster]

In your post about Seungho, I feel like you kinda skipped out the fact how Seungho snapped once Nakyum said "I hate you so much I could die, sir". I felt in that scene this was the most communitive Nakyum and Seungho were throughout the series and yet, that was the first time Seungho heard what of to Nakyim thought of him. He was so fill of rage and jealousy that he was really committed in murdering In-Hun and it wasn't because In-Hun was sh*tty person; but how Nakyum preferred him over Seungho

You're right! And to be honest there are probably a shit tonne more clues and nuances I've missed in that analysis.

I just reread that part and there is so much packed into it. I love that chapter because we see Seungho feeling a lot, from outside when he gets angry and violent and then concern as (I guess) Nakyum starts to kinda hyperventilate and is obviously not having the time of his life.

(I adore the below panel, not simply because its beautiful but because Seungho is watching, analysing, considering Nakyum's reactions and emotions, something changes in him at this moment)

He stops, his actions show some guilt, concern enough at least that he comes to check on Nakyum when he's washing and brings him a set of his own clothes (the servants reaction to this later on in season 1 shows that this isn't a common thing). And before Nakyum confesses how much he hates him, Seungho tries some of that unpractised tenderness, wiping away his tears, which quickly turns to aggression when his gesture is rejected. He even asks himself, once he gets to the hall and Nakyum had clung to him to stop him from going for Inhun "Why am I so angry?".

From what we've seen so far Seungho is volatile but he's pretty much solid in the face of other peoples scrutiny; he's been rejected by his own blood so why should he care for what anyone else has to say? But Nakyum's opinion incites such a strong reaction, one he's not in control of.

Thank you for the ask! Honestly, I love this story so much it's a good excuse to reread and rant about it. As flawed as Seungho is, and as abhorrent some of his actions are, I really love him as a character. He's complex, and we see these micro expressions and changes that are monumental in his behaviour.

The latest chapter had me stop in my tracks as he says "because it hurts?". He carries on with a flippant remark as to why he said that but there is nuance there, coupled with the fact its phrased as a question. He's almost asking himself again "why does this hurt?" I pretty much said out loud "what hurts, baby?" Lol. But that scene and conversation is another essay on it's own.

#painter of the night #potn #seungho x nakyum

[heartbreak-of-a-marauder]

Rogue (1)

Title: The Secret Child

Pairing: Loki x fem!reader

Summary: As a child, you were kept hidden, deep within Odin’s palace. A chance encounter with a certain green-eyed prince sets in motion things you could have only dreamed of.    

Words: 1,160

Note: Welcome to part one of my latest project! Let me know your thoughts! Much like Through the Rabbit Hole, there will be a taglist for this one too, just drop me a line if you’re interested in being added! Enjoy! 

y/n = your name  ●  y/e/c = your eye colour  ●  y/h/c = your hair colour

1 ->

~*~*~*~*~

Age 12

“But mother, why am I not allowed to join the others?” you whine casting another wistful glance over your shoulder.

“y/n, concentrate,” Your mothers’ tone is firm as she taps the book in front of you.

Turning back around you frown down at the yellowed pages, rereading the same lines of ancient text. The words had begun to blur together, nothing was sinking in let alone making any sense. The old leather-bound tome was just as boring as it was when the lesson had started. How could you be expected to be interested in history when the sun was shining outside. You could hear the soft shuffle of your mothers shoes against the stone floor as she adjusts the curtain across the window. The sounds of fruitful laughter continue to drift through the window again, causing your frown to deepen.

“Mother, please may I go!” you practically beg, you’d never been allowed to play with the other Asgardian children and today they sounded like they were having heaps of fun.

“y/n,” She warns again, her dress glittered in the sunlight as she stalks towards your desk.

You raise your head to meet her stern gaze. “I promise-“

“You are not like the other children y/n, it would be inappropriate.”

You feel your face fall at her answer, it was the same as always. For as long as you could remember, every time you had wanted to join in with the other Asgardian children, go to feasts in the Great Hall, wander around the street festival’s, literally do anything that involved being close to others, you were kept away. It was inappropriate, too cold, you were too young, too dangerous. The excuse would always sound different but it’s meaning never changed, you were to stay secret and hidden. Always.

With a huff, you slouch back into your chair and state at your skirts. You would kill to play with the other kids your age. But no, you were always inside having lesson after boring lesson. The other day you had overheard the ladies who helped you get dressed in the morning talking about the chaos the young prince’s had been causing in the castle grounds. It was unfair!

“But the Princes are allowed to go outside mother,”

“I will not repeat myself, child. You must drop this fascination at once, you have a duty to fulfil, and wasting the day gallivanting around is of no use to you,” exasperation seeps into her voice.

“But-“

“I will not tolerate this insolence any more y/n, pack up your things and return to your chamber. If I hear so much as another peep from you, there will be no supper,”

You open and close your mouth a few times but no retort seems worth provoking your mothers’ ire even more. You close the book with a little more force than intended, intensifying your mothers' cool stare. Slipping from your chair you make your way out of the study room, the skirts of your dress rustle as you walk. You could feel your mother’s eyes drilling holes into your back as you left her to pack up the rest of your things.

Your pace is slow as you meander your way back to your chambers, this commute was one of the few times you saw anything other than your room or that blasted study room. The floors beneath your feet had been polished to perfection making them reflect like mirrors. You stare down at your face, taking in how your y/h/c fell around your shoulders, the wonder in your y/e/c eyes.

You didn’t look different from the other children, you spoke the same language, probably even liked the same things… so why couldn’t you join in?

You’d been so caught up in staring at your reflection that you hadn’t heard the footsteps that approached.

“What are you looking at?” the new voice enquired, startling you. In your fright, you jerked your head towards the voice, accidentally smacking your head into theirs.

“Odin's’ beard!” they cry nursing their forehead as you clutch the back of your skull.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on people like that!” You wince.

“You should pay more attention!” They fire back, still rubbing their forehead.

The sharp-tongued retort you had brewing instantly dries up as you take in the individual in front of you. Pitch black hair, vibrant green eyes, pale skin, characteristic green tunic. You may live a sheltered life but there was no doubt about who stood in front of you.

Prince Loki.

“Y-your highness,” You stammer, bobbing awkwardly as you curtsy. “I-I apologise for my c-clumsiness,”

A lazy grin spreads across his features, as you feel the heat creep up your neck, undoubtedly adding an embarrassed pink hue to your skin.

“Perhaps I should call the castle guards,” He teases, tapping his chin.

“No!” You squeak. “Please, your highness, it was an accident, I meant no offence,” A fresh wave of warmth passes over your face, deepening the pink on your cheeks.

Suddenly, he burst into a fit of laughter. He doubled over, clutching his stomach glancing up at you every now and again his eyes glittering with mischief and glee. After a while he began to sober up, wiping the moisture away from his eyes with the back of his hand. His grin ever-present as you glare at him.

“That was simply too easy,” He chuckles ignoring your frosty demeanour. “My name is Loki,”

He offers his hand towards you as some kind of olive branch, you glance sceptically between his outstretched hand and his face for a few moments, before carefully reaching out your own. You feel the warmth of his skin as your hands brush together.

“Y/N!” You hear your mother shout from behind, startling you once more.

You turn to face her, inching away from Loki. Her face is pale and eyes wide, looking visibly panicked. She was clutching her skirts in her hands holding them away from her feet allowing her to move quickly towards us. When she had closed in her fingers wrapped around the back of your collar pulling you away from Loki. You stumble struggling to keep your footing.

“I apologise for my daughters’ insolence, your highness,” She rushes breathlessly.

“It was no bother, we were only talking?” He shrugs, his brows pinching together.

Mother chuckles nervously behind me. “She does not understand the intricacies of court, it will not happen again,” Her grip migrates to your bicep as she tugs you away from the prince.

Your y/h/c swishes around your shoulders as you turn to look back at Loki, who still stands in the middle of the corridor, a bewildered look on his face as he watches you leave with your mother. You offer him a reassuring smile with which he replies with a small wave. You didn’t know when you would see the young prince again but already, you couldn’t wait.

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