#one year writing anniversary

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Smell Check [Easy: Failure]

MDZS Disco Elysium AU part 1 (part 2 - part 3)

#poorly drawn mdzs #mdzs #wei wuxian #lan wangji #disco elysium #MDZS Disco Elysium AU #So sad I didn't manage to get this comic out on the 15th (pd-mdzs's 8 month anniversary and DE's 4th year anniversary) but I'm here *now* #I have a very extensive and detailed MDZS Disco Elysium AU that I am Not Normal About. #I've seen a few other people point out the potential in a crossover (true) but they make the mistake in having it be set in 51! #A true crossover would take place closer to The Antecentennial Revolution! #Disco Elysium did not go that hard on its cool lore for people to only make surface level crossovers!!! #One day I'll write the fic or post my notes. I don't know who would read it but it tickles *my* brain and that's enough. #No spoilers for DE (here or in comments (please)) but please consider....Magpie Wei Wuxian B*) On his way to be an innocent. #I do think there is a good chance a chunk of the MDZS readership would enjoy DE but...it's also not a game I easily recommend #It's more of an experience you have to marinate over. It's dark in ways that are off putting to some people. #It makes you feel like a very bad person all the time. It gets extremely personal if you allow yourself to be honest in your answers #and it's also the game that saved my life. My life was truly forever changed after playing disco elysium. #If I recommend it to people it's a badge of the trust I have in you to appreciate something dear to me B'*) #If you decide to play: PLEASE go in as blind as possible. You will regret spoiling yourself. #edit: this is based on real disco elysium dialogue. HDB has many canon kinks but this is not one of them

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tell me who i run to (if not you) | anthony beauvillier

"The first sip is joy, the second is gladness, the third is serenity, the fourth is madness, the fifth is ecstasy." - Jack Kerouac

Summary In July of 2023, Evie looked at a list of cities in North America and rolled a die. Just like that, she packed up her life and moved to Chicago, a fresh start. The 2023-24 NHL season started well for Tito; he did not expect the call on November 28th telling him that he was being traded. To the worst team in the league. And just like that. 10 months after being ripped from his home, he had to pack up and move again. To an unfamiliar city, and to unfamiliar faces. Which is why, when Tito and Evie ran into each other, quite literally, on Christmas morning, they both latched on to a familiar face. Over the next few months, they became close friends. They didn’t talk about the nights shared in Chicago clubs.  They didn’t need to. Because they're just friends.  Right?

This is a completed fic split into episodes for easier reading. It was written for @bqstqnbruin as part of the Winter Fic Exchange 2k24 hosted by @wyattjohnston.

Episode 1. Blue Christmas (4.9k) Episode 2. I. Winter (4.4k) Episode 3. Pal-entine's Day (4.8k) Episode 4. Four-leaf Clover (5.5k) Episode 5. Evie's Birthday 🌶️ (5.6k) Episode 6. II. Spring (4.8k) Episode 7. Not Goodbye 🌶️🌶️ (5.4k) Episode 8. III. Summer (4.8k) Episode 9. Tito's Birthday (4.2k)

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Under the cut: author's notes, tropes, warnings & disclaimer, fun tidbits, chapter summaries

Author's Notes: This fic was written for @bqstqnbruin as part of the Winter Fic Exchange 2k24 hosted by @wyattjohnston. It got so out of control long so quickly. I genuinely had so much fun writing this, it's basically my magnum opus; if you look closely, I think you can probably see my soul in there somewhere. I would like to thank @devilssacrament, @wyattjohnston, and @forgottenflowers for being my editors, holding my hand and keeping me sane in this. Also, thanks to @swissboyhisch, and @imperatorrrrr for being a sounding board for ideas . All of your help and support has meant so much to me. You are all just the fucking best, I am sorry this has been my entire personality for the past month, I will probably return to normal soon. Probably...

Tropes: a gut-wrenching mix of angst and fluff with a happy ending, slow burn friends to lover (tbh, idiots to lovers let's be real), alternating POVs

Warnings: alcohol (one instance of alcohol poisoning by side character), mature content bordering on smut (mostly occurring in clubs/public), references to a toxic past relationship. Disclaimer: This series is set in Chicago but does not mention the name of the team based there. Only other Chicago players mentioned by name are: Nick Foligno, Jason Dickinson and Connor Bedard. Other notes: NHL players featured Mat Barzal (a heavily featured supporting character/bestie) and brief mentions of Zach Hyman and Matt Martin. Assume that Tito and Evie are always speaking in French with each other.

Face claim for Evie (if you want one, but you can imagine whoever you like): Adeline Rudolph

Fun Tidbits: Original Character (she/her) called Genevieve Gignac or Evie (pronounced eh-vee) is the oldest sibling of Tito's juniors teammate and friend Brandon Gignac. Along with their other sibling Wiliam, they grew up in Montreal. Evie had been living in Toronto for six years, before moving to Chicago in the summer before the fic starts. I did way too much research so a lot of the little facts are true. Nicknames: (ma) chouette (shoo-wet): owl (mon) chou/chouchou (shoo): in practice, honey, sugar, baby, sweetheart // by definition, my cabbage or my profiterole/cream puff (depends who you ask) Solours (soul-oars): the Québécois name for the yellow Care Bear with the smiling sun on its belly Solou’ (soul-oo): a diminutive Evie decides to use

Cook, Cook, drink your tea, But save some in the pot for me. We'll watch the tea leaves in our cup When our drink is all sipped up. Happiness or fortune great, What will our future be? -- "Afternoon Tea at Pittock Mansion" by R.Z. Berry

Episode Synopses:

Blue Christmas Evie and Tito are both starting life anew in Chicago. It's an unfamiliar city with unfamiliar faces. They're both alone on Christmas. Maybe it's fate that brings them together. Jason and Alandra Dickinson are already smelling smoke from this fire.

I. Winter Tito injures his wrist in the first game of 2024, he’s out for 6-8 weeks and then his car breaks down. He thinks maybe he’s cursed. Evie becomes a shoulder to lean on. Barzy gets suspicious.

Pal-entine’s Day Tito returns her kindness by being a shoulder Evie can lean on when she is having a hard time after all-star break. She tells him it’s anxiety about work. He brings her a box of pastries and they cuddle on the couch all day; he doesn’t realize it’s Valentine’s Day. Later, a hook-up goes very wrong.

Four-leaf Clover Tito’s been playing again, and during his first stretch of away games begins to miss home. Well, Evie’s home anyway. When he sees her in the bar, he can’t help but show it. Barzy calls him out on his lies.

Evie’s Birthday Sometimes the music moves you. Sometimes the bass pounding in your chest makes you do things you wouldn’t do. Fuck it, it’s your birthday. That’s what Evie tells herself anyway. There are gifts given, but there are also secrets kept. 

II. Spring Tito tries to tell her— he does— It’s just he needs to find the right time, and something keeps coming up. Evie’s honest with herself. But does that even matter? Mat decides maybe it is his time to intervene.

Not Goodbye Evie realizes that her time is running out. To do what? She doesn’t know. But she has one last night to find out. That is until— Well. It’s too late now. Tito flies home and wonders if that will be the worst mistake of his life.

III. Summer They try to get on with their summers as if nothing is wrong, convincing no one. How long will it take them to realize they can’t keep pretending like everything’s fine? And who will finally take the leap of faith?

Tito’s Birthday Tito receives the best birthday present he has ever gotten: the girl he loves standing at his parent’s front door. It was never destiny or fate; it can only be by choice. And they’ll choose each other every time. Eventually, anyway.

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#posted on the one year anniversary of beaus first murder and im never going to recover from al lthis #rox writes #tell me who i run to series #the winter fic exchange 2k24 #anthony beauvillier #anthony beauvillier imagine #anthony beauvillier fic #hockey imagine #nhl imagines #nhl smut #mat and tito #mat barzal #jason dickinson #new york islanders #vancouver canucks #chicago blackhawks #rpf #friends to lovers #idiots to lovers #imagines #fiction #short story #original fiction #nashville predators

[purusims]

happy one year

#my art #today is an anniversary but not a celebration here are some draiwngs i made thinking about it #but you know. projected onto venom bros cause thats what i do best #interpert this however your heart desires #its weird because like..... its been an entire year #and i remember when three months since had felt like the longest and worst stretch of my whole life #and now im just going to live through today and continue on tomorrow #one year and one day tomorrow #this originally had some of my writing on it but i am not very good with words #ahhhhhhhhh.............. #im dying #my chemical romance #gerard way #mikey way #oh i forgot the star on the mousecat cheek #i dont care im going to go eat a smoothie bowl now

[robotsandramblings]

great news everyone!!! upon my millionth-and-some rewatch, i can confirm that Captain America: The Winter Soldier is still a perfect 10/10 movie, and still the best MCU film. 👑🥇🏆

#i just realize the movie is going to be TEN (10) YEARS OLD THIS APRIL?!?!?!?!!!!!!! #happy tenth anniversary to me and my love for bucky barnes and sebastian stan lol #also arguably the best MCU post credit scene ever (the bucky one obvs) #of course i'm 200% biased lol but honestly it really is on a whole other level #i could still write an essay on that lil 15 second clip #oh and i do admit that Infinity War is right up there as Best MCU film too #bucky barnes #captain america #mcu

[raineandsky]

#85

The door slams. Footsteps tramp up the corridor. The villain’s gaze snaps up from the crochet in their lap.

The hero appears in the doorway. Their eyes lock for a long moment.

“Hey,” is all the hero says. The villain hums in return as they continue across the living room to the minifridge, tucked away in the corner, to grab a snack. Alcohol’s proven off limits with haphazard schedules like theirs—snacks are a decent enough substitute.

The hero flops on the sofa next to the villain wielding a bag of celery sticks. “Weren’t you meant to be out, like, an hour ago?”

The villain’s gaze is already back on the yarn in their hands. “Yeah, but I didn’t wanna go until the film finished.”

The hero’s attention turns to the tv screen in front of them. They’ve seen this film before. They’re not even an hour in. “Won’t [Supervillain] be mad if you’re late?”

“Well, timetables aren’t very evil.” The villain laughs shortly. “So no.”

The hero hums at that. “You’re really willing to be two hours late?”

“Why?” The villain squints at them from over the slowly lengthening jumper between their crochet hooks. “You got a girl waiting for you in your room?”

The hero scoffs dramatically. “I don’t even like girls, you moron.”

They dip into their bag of celery mindlessly, crunching on a stick for a moment before holding the bag out to their nemesis. Said nemesis looks entirely offended at the offer.

“Jesus, ew, no,” they snap, their tone playfully harsh. “You can just say if you want me to leave.”

“Oh, sorry.” The hero leaps to their feet, waving their celery stick at the villain like a priest might wield a cross. “Begone, demon!”

The villain shrieks in believable horror, scrambling away from the hero. “God, no! Not the celery!”

The hero laughs brightly. “Go to work!”

The villain makes some strangled noise of dread, clutching dramatically at their chest. “Fine, fine! I’ll go!” They practically leap for the front door, grabbing for their coat on the way. The hero mercilessly follows them into the hallway. It’s moments like these the hero remembers what a damn good actor the villain can be when they feel like it.

The front door gets flung open. The villain makes a show of fumbling for the doorway before turning back to the hero with a grin. “See you out there in a few hours?”

“Of course.” The hero shoves the last of the celery into their mouth in a show of peace. “Go wreck something so I can come beat your ass about it.”

“That’ll be the day. Pause the movie for me.” And with that the villain disappears out the door and across the little corridor outside.

The apartment sinks into comfortable silence as the hero shuffles back to the living room to turn the tv off. Then it’s to their bedroom, already shedding their jacket at the door.

The man lounging on their bed graces them with a slight frown. “Your roommate sounds exactly like [Villain].”

“It’s a curse. Everyone says that.” The hero ditches their shoes next. “Now, let’s make the most of the next couple hours, huh?”

The man smirks at that, clearly satisfied with the answer. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

#creative writing #writblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writing community #heroes and villains #hero x villain #happy one year anniversary to this blog!!!!! as of yesterday!!!!!! #what a wildin year huh #thank you to yall for bein here i love you all SO MUCH #i never thought id still have this going a year later cause im terrible at stickin out hobbies #but writing has become a love of mine and yall have made it all the more enjoyable here #hope yall had a bangin new year!!!

[em-writes-stuff-sometimes]

My One-Year Anniversary

One year ago today, I wrote my very first piece of House of the Dragon fanfiction.

My journey in fanfiction has been a long one. I started reading fan works all the way back in 2009 at the age of 12. I even remember the site: Harry Potter Fanfiction Archive. Wow. Wild! Of course, I naturally gravitated toward Dramione works—because that’s what you did, right? Since then, my tastes have diversified; evolved, even. Thank god.

Until I hopped onto Tumblr and started writing, I wasn’t an active member of any fan community. I was a passive lurker, hiding my enjoyment of fan works from everyone and everything. One of my favourite fandoms to read for was Game of Thrones; I particularly enjoyed the Jonsa works and any work where Daenerys claimed the Iron Throne (#JusticeForDany!). I will say that, as much as I enjoyed it, there were no characters who truly ignited my interest.

Then, House of the Dragon hit. Matt Smith’s portrayal of Daemon is just… electric. I suppose my very first thank-you is to him for bringing the character to our screens. Holy shit. Toxic, passionate, magnetic… everything I want in a fictional man! Daemon Targaryen definitely awoke something in me. I spent about a month trawling the Tumblr and AO3 feeds for Daemon x OC/ Reader works, seeking to satisfy my thirst. Daemyra is such a charismatic pairing in canon, but I could never really see myself in Rhaenyra’s shoes; she’s so forward in a way I’m not. So many of the works at that time were centred on badass powerful OCs, and I just… couldn’t relate. Thus,I officially opened my AO3 account and started a side-blog on Tumblr, posting my first work.

It was a smut piece between Daemon and a Reader-insert niece, and one of my first genuine attempts at writing smut - what is now today the second chapter of dōnus riñus (sweet girl) - and was surprised to receive positive feedback from it, given the um, dodgy themes. It spurred me to go back and write a chapter leading up to it, and then write another three chapters post-chapter 2. Then, people wanted to know how Reader and Daemon got together; I wrote gevivys (beauty) from his perspective in an absolute flurry of insanity, pushing out like a chapter a day. It all blew up - I never expected it to, and it is still incredibly surprising to me that people are wanting to read a protracted series about the shit I make these characters do! From there, ilībītsos (little slut) was underway, which was such a fun exercise in dirtybadwrong that I thoroughly enjoyed! Pretty much straight away, I continued on with ñuhus prumȳs (my heart), which I might say is my favourite instalment of the bunch due to the sheer amount of research I put into it. I'm particularly proud of that one, I must say!

Of course, this makes it sound quick. It wasn't - I have quite a busy personal life with my work, so I've not been the quickest at updating. I'm eternally fucking grateful to have an audience that completely doesn't care how often I update, so long as I'm proud of what I'm putting out at the end; I know how rare that is, and I'm absolutely boggled by you all. My squishies. I love you!

Reader has become Babey now - she has her own, like, following? IDK. It's insane to me. She doesn't even have a name, and yet there are so many people who have reached out to me to thirst over her or to talk about her or to share what she means to them. A lot of people have really resonated with the way she struggles with powerlessness and how, in some ways, she's learned to find strength for herself in a world that gives her so little opportunity to do so. I'm so incredibly glad she is a character that people can relate to. She's like my baby, my first genuine creation, and it is a privilege and honour to get to talk about her on here. I still cannot believe there are people out there willing to make art or edits or just send in asks about her. It's completely wild!

I have endless gratitude for so many people throughout the creation of this series, but we must all begin (and end) somewhere. I’d like to start by thanking my first ‘regular’, Wilma, for her enthusiasm and engagement with me as I first started on this journey. She definitely encouraged me to keep on writing. It was thrilling to wake up to another comment or ask from her about the series! If not for Wilma, I don’t think the series would’ve gotten off the ground as it has.

Thank you to my very first friend in fandom. I’ve only ever known this person as ‘Lemon’—they reached out to me when I was well and truly established during the writing of ilībītsos (little slut), helping me to conceptualise the idea for the third chapter of that instalment. They then jumped aboard as a writer, and so much of my earlier drive to write was inspired by them. If not for their messages and their companionship, I wouldn’t have begun to build the community I have now. They are still one of my fandom besties, and I love them dearly.

There are several important people I’d like to thank for being absolute superstars, and whose passion for fandom has impacted mine so greatly. Aubrey, Pancake, AQ—I’ve adored each and every comment you’ve left me, and it’s been such an incredible experience to get to know you all as people. Mage, Hannah—y’all are amazing writers and amazing human beings, and I’m so grateful to have gotten to know you. Bel, Fae, Mars, Mel, Rach—you’re groovy, and hanging out with you in Discord is the bomb-dot-com. If I'm leaving people out, my bad!

I would be remiss, of course, if I didn’t mention one particular person. We connected through a mutual friend (at the time), and eventually bonded over our love of being incredibly nasty, feral and disgusting over our love of these Targ boys. Pretty sure we speak at least every single day, and I can’t say how many times I’ve relied on her for input on a chapter or a specific plot point I’m planning. Her approval means everything to me, and so I can’t possibly go without crediting her as a major influence on this story. Ange—Angela—thank you. You’ve become one of my best friends, fandom and IRL. I absolutely love you to bits.

And, lastly, I want to thank everyone who has read my works along the way. It is still insane to me that there are people who think my writing is interesting enough to keep reading, let alone offer the outpouring of support I’ve received. It is one of the greatest parts of my day to be able to connect with others over a universe I’ve crafted, and the fact that people genuinely want to know these things just stuns me. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Your encouragement means everything to me.

So, it's been one year. I'm still going, ahahaha! Here's to (hopefully) more years to come! I love you guys!

#em writes's one year anniversary

[peachym00]

one year later

Pete has some thoughts about his relationship with Vegas, one year since it began.

A bright light in the early morning awakens Pete.

Neither of them remembered to close the curtains before they went to sleep. The sheer netting over the windows does nothing to block out the sunbeam filtering over them. And so, at 05:57 in the morning, the sunrise pours in, waking Pete from his restful slumber.

Somehow Vegas never seemed to be affected.

Pete wrenches his eyelids open, squinting at the brightness whilst Vegas snores happily. It was a weekly argument for them, but it didn’t stop it from repeatedly happening.

Though on this morning, as he sighed through his usual routine of willing himself to get out of bed to close the stupid curtains, Pete felt different. As he opened his eyes, though tired and capable of hours more sleep, he didn’t feel the same urgency to close them again.

Pete stretched his body, the tingle of his muscles loosening, shooting all the way down to his toes. He was laid out flat, and he turned to find Vegas on his side facing him. His back was to the window, which would explain how he was still asleep, though Pete knew this didn’t actually matter, he could shine a torch directly in Vegas’s face, and if he was sleeping deep enough, he would not wake up.

Pete couldn’t help but stare at how relaxed Vegas looked. It had taken a long time for Vegas to show any kind of tranquillity, and even now, it was still a work in progress. For both of them, if he’s being honest.

Their journey so far had not been easy, and its continuation wouldn’t pretend to be. There would always be room for sadness and crippling bouts of anger in-between all the tenderness that their relationship holds. It was incandescent, in a way, almost too bright and too hot, like a phenomenon too inexplainable to anyone willing to listen.

When things were tough, and life was harsh, Pete would often wonder what it would be like if he’d chosen a different path. What it would be like if he hadn’t accepted the job as a main family bodyguard and if every choice he’d made so far hadn’t led him to where he was today. But imagining a world where Vegas wasn’t the very being that kept him tethered to the ground was impossible. Because even though the red strings of fate had only allowed their lives to be intertwined for such a short amount of time, it felt as if they’d been together for years, centuries even. And thinking of a life where Vegas did not hold him close was unimaginably lonely.

And perhaps that was the most terrifying thing he’d ever faced; to be so devoted to someone that it would kill you to lose them.

Sometimes it felt like Pete was walking through a dream and that nothing in his life was real. Vegas would do something mundane, like drool on Pete’s shoulder after falling asleep through Iron Man 3, and it would be so wholly human, so normal, that it would feel like Pete was making it up.

Their entire lives had been anything but ordinary, from their childhoods to their careers; nothing about how they’d lived could be considered normal. This was why Pete struggled to accept that this was something his life had become. To think that he was allowed the simple pleasure of a hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on when he was sad, and lips that would kiss him simply because they wanted to was something that, at times, Pete struggled to accept.

Choice wasn’t something he was used to. But choosing to spend the rest of his life with Vegas was something he would never regret.

And even now, as he chose to admire the sunlight sweeping over Vegas’s slowly waking form instead of getting out of bed, Pete couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. Vegas had been growing his hair out, and it fell across his forehead in dark strands. His hand was underneath his pillow as his other reached out towards Pete as if Vegas was making sure he stayed close, even as they slept. He looked at this man in his bed, and his breath was taken away because this was his. Vegas and his heart, soul, and very being belonged to Pete, as Pete’s heart, soul, and very being belonged to Vegas.

Nobody in the world but Pete got to have this, this exact moment, with this exact man, in this exact life.

And it was divine.

“It’s fucking bright in here,” Vegas grumbled, his voice croaking, squinting his eyes open as he grabbed Pete’s arm and pulled him close.

“It wouldn’t be if you closed the curtains last night,” Pete muttered, pressing himself to Vegas as close as physically possible, hiding a smile into his sternum as he imagined Vegas rolling his eyes.

“Why is it only my fault? You could have done it,” Vegas’s lips pressed to his temple, and Pete felt like he was glowing with happiness. “Oh wait, no, you couldn’t; your legs were shaking so much after I–”

Pete punched him in the arm. “So you admit it is your fault I woke up at the crack of dawn on a Sunday morning when I could still be peacefully knocked out.”

Instead of answering, he felt Vegas smile against his temple, and Pete closed his eyes, using Vegas’s neck to block out the light from the window.

“Go back to sleep,” Vegas whispered, holding him tighter, stroking his hand up and down Pete’s back.

Pete did not need to be told twice.

Then when Pete wakes up again, the bed is empty, but their room is blissfully dark.

And it may have only been one year since the cataclysmic start of their relationship, but in the grand scheme of things, it’s a mere blip in their timeline. Their journey will be long and hard and riddled with obstacles, but it will also be full of warm tenderness, bright laughter, and a love that will last a lifetime.

And that, for Pete, is everything.

#happy vegaspete anniversary! #just a soft little thing I wanted to write #can't believe its been one year #and I still feel as feral as when I first watched kinnporsche #pete saengtham #vegas theerapanyakul #vegaspete #vegas x pete #vegaspete fic #kinnporsche the series #kpts #my writing

[angeart]

---- HMTB CHAPTER 51----

HMTB chapter 51: All The Hollow Things (My Ribcage And Your Promises)

is now posted on AO3!! (one year after chapter 1 was posted! woo!)

#ange writes #hmtb #hmtb update #some messes in this one #but maybe they'll get fixed??? #who knows #anyway!! #hmtb anniversary today! #it's been a year! #wow

[lees-chaotic-brain]

(Yuji) Pink, (Angst to Fluff) Pine, #1: Close to soulmate = Warm/hot. Far from soulmate = Chilling/Cold

I have these thoughts on this prompt setting, and i wanna add it. It's your choice to follow or do your own thing!

Yuji lives in Sendai, Reader lives in Tokyo. (Cold)Yuji eats finger, moves to Tokyo. Feels warm, but worries because of curses harming soulmate. But tries to find soulmate, but mission stops him. (Is sad & frustrated)

Reader feels warm, searches all over Tokyo for Yuji, but very bad luck. (Starts warming, gets cold immediately.)

Yuji meets Reader on rainy cold night after Yuji mission. He didn't notice the warmth until Reader says, "I FINALLY FOUND YOU!! Where the heck have you been?! I've been looking fir ya for weeks!!"

- 🌗 Anon

Cutie (Yuji x Reader Soulmate AU)

CW: light swearing, angst to fluff, mentions of death, reader has female pronouns,

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All his life, Yuji had been cold. At least, until he moved to Tokyo. All the sudden, he began to feel fluctuating waves of warmth, not enough to reach the frigid space inside of him that was the absence of you, but enough that he was able to experience little tastes of warmth throughout his days at Jujutsu Tech.

At first, all he could think of was finding you, his soulmate, and that was all he could talk about with his new friends.

In response to his constant gushing, Fushiguro told him that it was fine if he wanted to go find his soulmate, but that he would have to be prepared to face the reality of the peril he was introducing to your life.

Especially since he was the vessel of Sukuna. If the higher ups found out who his soulmate was, there was a high probability that they would use you to get to him.

Despite the warning, Yuji laughed it off, and said he doubted anyone cared enough about him to go to such extreme lengths, and that even if they did, he would be able to protect you.

Shrugging, Fushiguro told him that it wasn't his soulmate, and wished him luck.

When the three first years were called for their first official mission together, Yuji was thrilled, but for a different reason than the others.

The entire car ride down, he kept getting warmer and warmer, meaning he was getting closer to you.

Briefly worrying about your safety due to your proximity to the assignment, he considered trying to find you before the mission so that he could make sure you left the area. But he eventually decided that the mission was more urgent, and that he would just have to deal with it quickly so that he could go find you.

Then shit hit the fan.

Fighting the semi-special grade cursed womb he realized three things.

One, he wasn't going to die a proper death like he had hoped.

Two, he wasn't strong, and he wasn't special. He was just a scared boy who had deluded himself into thinking he wasn't.

And three, he wasn't okay with dying. He didn't want to die. He wanted to live a normal life, to find you, to fall in love. But that wasn't what fate had in store for him.

Then Fushiguro's signal had allowed him to hope. Just a little bit. And even though the hope lasted mere minutes, he clung to it, only to have it destroyed as Sukuna ripped his heart out, leaving Yuji with an impossible choice.

Oh, how he wished to be selfish. How he wished to allow Sukuna to remain in control, to continue living. But the growing warmth signaling that he was getting closer to you as Sukuna approached the limits of the veil throwing Fushiguro around made the seemingly impossible decision a hell of a lot easier.

If Sukuna was moving towards you, he needed to be stopped. Plus, Yuji's raven haired friend was quickly tiring and wouldn't last much longer.

And with that, Itadori Yuji resigned himself to death.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Ever since a couple weeks ago, you began to feel little waves of warmth.

Knowing that it meant that your soulmate was now closer to you, you had been thrilled, sometimes wandering the city using the warmth as a guide to see if you could find them.

But yesterday you felt the warmest you had ever been, with the comforting heat increasing throughout the day.

So why had it suddenly felt like you had been plunged into an icy pit. The cold had numbed your entire body, causing you to drop everything in your arms as you fell to your knees, teeth chattering.

Inexplicable hysteria had bubbled in your throat, accompanied by a feeling deep in your gut that your soulmate was gone. That he had gone somewhere you couldn't follow.

Dimly you remember sensing your friend's panicked face and voice, obscured by the tears trickling down your face and the cotton stuffing your ears.

"C-cold."

You had managed to choke out, curling into a ball as your vision went dark.

When you had opened your eyes again, you were bundled up at home in bed.

The next day went by in an excruciating blur of heat packs, baths and electric blankets as you tried to warm your numb bones and cope with the growing suspicion that your soulmate had died.

So why, twenty four hours later, did you feel an ember of warmth again?

Suddenly all of the blankets and layers that had barely taken an edge off the ice in your bones seemed stifling.

Getting out of bed, you were glad for the relief from the cold, but the the perplexion set in.

Why did your bond cause you to suddenly go cold? What happened to your soulmate that made it react like that. You wanted answers. So you were going to get them.

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Weeks after the cursed womb incident, Yuji sat outside in the rain. He wasn't allowed to leave campus, but he had found a quiet clearing that helped to silence his thoughts.

At least it normally did, but a deranged looking teenager had just dragged herself out of the woods, bringing with her a feeling of delightful warmth that seemed to fill his heart and soul.

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"THERE YOU ARE!!!!"

You bellowed, feeling a delicious warmth spread from your chest all the way down to your fingers and toes, making it so you didn't even feel the icy bite of the rain falling on you.

"I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU FOR WEEKS!!!!"

You start striding towards the gobsmacked boy who you were sure was your soulmate.

You stopped in front of him before crouching so you were eye to eye and extending your hand.

"Hi. I'm your soulmate."

You said, before telling him your name.

Slowly recovering from his shock, he responded.

"Uh, I-I'm Itadori Yuji....um how did you get here?"

"Well, after that awful scare you gave me a couple of weeks ago, I've been following the warmth around the city trying to hunt you down. And the bond led me here I guess."

"Ohh, okay."

He perked up.

"I've always wanted to meet my soulmate! Oh my gosh I have so much to learn about you! What's your favorite candy? No, wait. Do you like meatballs? I can make some killer meatballs!"

You tried to suppress a smile at his rambling, but he noticed, and suddenly his eyes widened.

"And I just noticed, I mean you're covered in mud and your hair's a mess, but you are really cute. Like really really cute. Like pretty. And I mean I always imagined what you would look like, I was kinda hoping like Jennifer Lawrence, but holy shit you're like gorgeous. Like-"

You cut him off by kissing him, wrapping one hand behind his neck.

He froze, but after a second kissed you back.

You pulled away and rested your forehead against his.

"Sorry 'bout that."

You breathed, grinning.

"For the record, I think you're pretty cute too."

Yuji's brain short-circuited.

"Be my girlfriend."

He blurted, before slapping a hand over his mouth.

"I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said that! I mean, I'd love it if you were my girlfriend, but I understand if you're not ready-"

He stopped, the sound of your laughter cutting him off.

"I'd love to be your girlfriend."

You kissed him again, then smirked.

"Cutie."

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Thanks so much for requesting this!! I had a lot of fun writing it! Likes and reblogs are always appreciated! Keep the event requests coming guys!

#lee's 1 year anniversary event #lee's brain writes #itadori yuji x female reader #itadori x reader #itadori yuji x reader #jjk x reader #angst to fluff #soulmate au #jjk one shot

[hotwings-incorrect-quotes]

hotwings incorrect quotes has a 1 year now!🎉

everyone who is following, liking, reading, commenting, reblogging and all... THANK YOU for being here! 🪽🔥

#i’m really glad i can write this stuff and someone is actually reading this #thank you guys #hotwings incorrect quotes #hotwings #one year anniversary #incorrect hotwings quotes #my hero academia #dabi #hawks #incorrect bnha quotes #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha

[toska-writes]

TODAY IS MY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY!

The support I have received for these stories has been absolutely crazy and honestly I didn’t even think it would happen.

It’s crazy to think some of you have been reading my work for a whole 365 days and I just want to say thank you all for the amazing comments, reblogs and messages in my inbox. They really do mean the world to me

I hope you all can continue to enjoy what I write and hopefully I can get back into this era of my life!

This is all because of ya’ll, THANK YOU!

Taglist: @arctrooper69 @thereforepizza @padawancat97 @pb-jellybeans @floffytofu @verybadatwriting @solstraalaa @ray-rook @gregorsmissingarmor

#one year anniversary #thank you all #toska-writes #star wars clone wars #star wars #the clone wars #clone wars #my writing

[h4lcyonism]

starting to work on bumbleby week early this year so i can actually participate 🫶🏻

#gotta celebrate the one year anniversary of the bees and warm up writing for them again #rwby #bumbleby #emma.txt

[sugarpasteltmnt]

I just discovered your neon void fic and I swear it fascinated me! I'm not lying when I say that I read it in one night and I woke up reading chapter 20, which by the way hurt my heart 😭. When will you upload the next chapter? I'm dying to see the kids' reaction when they discover that the yokai they've been hating lately turns out to be none other than Leo! By the way, I'm also a writer (amateur writing hehe) so if you ever get stuck or need ideas or just someone to talk to, I'm here! I love your work ❤️🧡💜💙

teehee thank you! i love writing angst and i'm glad you're having fun with it 🩵 (there will be more heart-aching stuff mehehe). and thank you for the offer that's very sweet of you

and while i appreciate everyone's enthusiasm, a few people have asked me the same thing-- but please be patient a bit longer! i do my best to stick to my 2-3 week posting schedule, but i also have a lot going on with work (as my company's project is ramping up and oof ya girl is runnin around like crazy lately) but i promise. it'll be worth the wait 🩵

#TNV asks #pastel prattling #i actually started writing TNV a while before i even started posting on AO3 #based on my current schedule #i might actually finish around my one year anniversary #which is bonkers to think about but it's also very special to me #so i'm gunna take my time and make sure it's as good as it can be 🩵

[peachpety]

✩ COME AS YOU ARE ✩ by peachpety HP Quidditchfest 2021 ★ E ★ 3.8k ★ art by @fictional

A modern non-magical high school AU feat. jock!harry, nerd!draco & a letterman jacket If asked, Harry Potter would categorize his high school senior year as normal: football, friends, and one devastating crush on his tutor, Draco Malfoy. When presented with an opportunity to help Draco, Harry rises to the occasion. Unfortunately, so does his dick. Sparks fly and alarms blare… and the Hogwarts Owlz Gossip twitter feed blows up.

✩ ✩ ✩ one year, y'all ❤️ a big thank you to @mystickitten42, without whom i wouldn't be writing today! ily xo peach 🍑

#peach writes #one year anniversary #drarry #hp fanfic #drarry fanfic #jock x nerd #jock!harry potter #nerd!draco malfoy #letterman jacket #social media edits #hp fanart #high school au #non magical au #modern au

[marilynthornhilllover]

Sooo I'm celebrating 2 anniversaries today!!!🎊🪅🥂10/12/2023

Happy 2 year anniversary to my editing account on tiktok!!! Im so proud of how far I've come!!! Trust me editing is not easy💀i felt like quitting most of the time and i did end up doing it but hopful i can come back because i have a wonderful fan base with 100.5k followers and 230.7k likesss😮‍💨❤️‍🩹🥺🥺also I must say I'm incredibly proud of myself!!!🤦🏽‍♀️😭 i edit all gwen and Jennifer aniston and adele and so many more celebrities and guys time flies when you spend hours editing 💀but yeah I'm so happy!!

MY FIRST TUMBLR ANNIVERSARY!!!!AHHH🥺can't believe it's been 1 year!!!!! I'm so incredibly happy! I've found so many amazing people on here! You guys are absolutely amazing and have been so supportive towards me and my work and I'll forever be eternally grateful! Also there's so many talented writers on here that makes my day and life so much more better and I'll always love and support your guys til the end of time!! Keep shining your light and doing what you do.

I love you guys and can't wait to celebrate more anniversaries!! When I first got this app I downloaded it to support my friend @slut4milfsss @m1lfsh4ke marilyn Thornhill fanfics who is sadly no longer active but! She's the reason I got this app and started writing so I'll forever be greatful for her and you guys who reblog and comment and like and follow lol I'm honestly so greatful for all of you🥺🤲🏾🌺 thank you for your endless support!! @willalovexx @ilovehugslikealotalot @luisa323 @willowshadenox @milkiedimitrescu @heidsworld to the others who always give me their never ending love and support!!! Please if I didn't tag you its because my brain is playing hide and seek💀 but your in my heart and mind and I see you and I love you!!

#tumblr anniversary. one year anniversary 😧💖💖 #anniversary #authorsnote #editing #writing #i love you guys!!!

[myaimistrue]

Dean looks over at Cas, the way his skin glows with sweat and saltspray and too much sun, the way his eyes reflect the gorgeous blue of the waves. The book in his hand that Dean recommended. The mess the sea has made of his hair.

"I love you so fucking much," Dean says, unable to contain it.

Cas looks up, smiles. He marks his place in the book and slips one hand into Dean's. "Is the heat getting to you?" He teases.

"Nope." Dean pops the 'p.' "You're getting to me. All sunkissed and relaxed and gorgeous."

"Is that a flirtation?"

"Nice try, sweetheart." Dean grins. "The innocent angel act doesn't work on me anymore."

Cas gives him an amused look. "Yes it does."

"Whatever," Dean says. "Kiss me."

Cas's smile softens like melting butter, and he puts one hand on the back of Dean's neck to pull him in for a kiss. It blazes and burns and just like the first time, Dean thinks I could die happy.

"And by the way," Cas says against his lips. "I love you too."

#happy one and a half year anniversary!!!!! #deancas #spn #del's writing #destiel