#El writes

[lahatud]

#ginge #body posi af #ohh well #el writes #high gap #smiles #luxury #oreob4by #tessa #studyblr

[el-dritchknight]

Distractions [Sam SDV x GN!Farmer Fluff]

Fandom: Stardew Valley (Video Game)

Characters | Ships: Sam/Main Character (second person)

Summary:

You were both the ultimate distraction and his sweet inspiration.

Despite his reputation for being a chill guy (sometimes even too chill), Sam liked to think that he could get pretty focused when he wanted to.

Sure, he zoned out in the middle of his mom's lectures (who doesn't let that white noise filter out one ear and out the other sometimes?). Maybe helping Vince with his homework wasn't his forte, but he still tries (and asks Penny why math has to be so complicated all the time.) Of course, no one ever complained about his work at Joja Mart (except for the times where the music led his mop gliding across the floor, and Morris' ass slipped out of his office and right into the produce section. Sam then had to swear to keep his headphones volume had a reasonable rate.)

Okay, so maybe Sam's got flaws just like anyone else. Who could blame him for being distracted every once in a while?

Besides, moments of total concentration came in bursts of inspiration with his guitar. Determined beads of sweat rolled down his temple as the skateboard flips under his feet. A rush of adrenaline keeps his total focus as he tries, for the nth time, to beat the high score at the Saloon's Journey of the Prairie King arcade booth.

And then you came along.

read the rest on ao3

#stardew valley #sam stardew valley #sdv sam #sdv sam x reader #sdv sam x farmer #sdv #sdv fanfic #el writes #sam is such a sweetheart i love him sm

[yes-i-have-thoughts]

Despairduo

I watched one scene of 'Presto' and decided to make an entire poem about it. TW: source events referenced, implied attempted suicide

He's wheezing.

Small wonder as to why, with what he put himself through.

It's amazing I got him into the car.

i've forgotten what cars feel like

riding in the back was nice

-

He was screaming until I got him out the door,

Clinging to the doorframe like it was a lifeline,

begging me to just end him then and there.

like a wounded animal, we prayed for death

but nobody ever gave us that mercy, huh?

-

Now in the car, he hasn't said a word.

I wonder if he's still alive

Or if the breathing is just the alternate trying to fool me into thinking he's still here.

I think I should have killed him

But I haven't got the heart

And it wouldn't work anyway.

He's already tried that himself.

-

i know you're afraid of me

no matter what you may say

you look back at me in the rear-view mirror

every time you stop

like a concerned dad looking at his sick kid.

stop that.

-

He's not a human being.

i'm not a little child

But I can't bring myself to see him as one of those creatures.

you shot my kind on sight before

I drove past my house.

where are you taking me?

Where am I taking him?

-

The police station.

of course.

Nobody else is here.

i'm wanted, after all

Maybe I can talk to him.

We'll be alone.

Will he talk to me?

-

The breathing has stopped.

He's looking at me.

Or at least I think he is. His eyes are pitch black.

It's like being watched by a child

I've just removed from a bad household.

He's watching every move I make. Curious. Distrusting.

I don't want to move too quickly.

-

you take me out of the car

with care i don't deserve

you lead me inside

like i'm a frightened child

in a way i am

but i  hate being treated like this

it hurts something i can't reach

something akin to the bleach and the cinder block

you want something from me

why are you being so nice?

why are you being so nice?

#TMC #the mandela catalogue #Adam Murray #Thatcher Davis #El Writes #tw sui attempt #poem #poetry

[el-writes-and-occasionally-draws]

hello niche sci fi fandom that i love!! would anyone be interested in, say, a hitchhikers guide coffee shop au? that revolves primarily around Ford and Arthur but also includes Slartibartfast, Fenchurch, and other characters in later chapters? that isn't getting as noticed as the author would like because it's for such a small group of people on ao3?

anyway here's the link PLEASE give it a go it would mean a lot

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54030997

for those who have read/are reading my other au, work thing, Avery is also going to make an appearance in this fic

anyways thank you, ily all, byebye

#el writes #forthur #the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy #hhgttg #h2g2 #the cup of gold

[bylightofdawn]

Making Bets With the Devil

I'm feeling spicy and I'm posting the first chapter despite having only written half the fic. This is my year of choosing chaos I suppose.

#el writes #ff7 fanfiction #final fantasy vii fanfiction #reeve tuesti #rufus shinra #tseng #reeve tuesti/rufus shinra #rufus shinra/reeve tuesti

[in-flvx]

Cinnamon Butterbeer

Sirius Black/Remus Lupin

Summary:

Sirius' mind returns to Remus. Had he really wanted to use a love potion? An uneasy feeling settles in the pit of Sirius' stomach. And for once it's not because of the dungeons.

Additional Tags:

Angst

Dubious Consent

Dubious Consent Due to Love Potion Use (Harry Potter)

ca. 3,8k words

#El writes #El writing #wolfstar #kick the dog

[agentsofeverything]

fitzsimmons 1000% had an emo/rebel phase during their teenage years. no one can convince me otherwise.

#emo jemma simmons #emo leo fitz #fitzsimmons #agents of shield #ao3 #fanfic writers #jemma simmons #fanfiction #leo fitz #el writes

[itskindnessinfinite]

A little something I wrote because there’s no way I believe that Eddie doesn’t remember Buck during the shooting. Takes place during some nebulous time post 6x12. buddie. 1468 words.

It’s another evening in Eddie’s house. They’re both standing in Eddie's kitchen with a beer each. It’s been quiet for several minutes and usually Buck wouldn’t mind being together in silence with Eddie. Most times he would even welcome it. But there’s a weird atmosphere surrounding them that almost makes Buck’s skin itch.

Before he can think about it too much, Buck quickly takes the final gulp of beer as he shoots Eddie a quick glance above the rim. Eddie’s looking down on the ground, playing slowly with the bottle in his hands. There’s a small frown between his eyebrows. If Buck didn’t know him better he’d say that Eddie looks nervous.

“You okay?” Buck lowers the bottle and lets it rest against his thigh.

“Huh?” Eddie’s eyes are bigger than normal when he finally looks at Buck, surprised. A second later he huffs what could only be described as an almost laugh before he finishes his own beer and returns his gaze to a spot somewhere next to the table legs. Buck’s eyes don't leave Eddie. He feels a small feeling of… something start to unfurl in his gut. He doesn’t really know what to make of it but soon his mouth is dry and he really wishes he hadn’t finished his beer yet.

“You can talk to me,” Buck tries to encourage him but Eddie just nods, still staring down at the floor. His hands are slowly clenching and unclenching around the bottle.

Suddenly Buck is hit with the thought that Eddie still hasn’t touched him since the lightning strike. Sure, maybe a small touch of hands when Eddie handed him a beer but nothing else. No hug or reassuring hand on his shoulder. No small bump against his arm to check in on him between calls. Why did that change between them and how did Buck not realize it until now? A nasty stone starts to grow in his chest at the thought.

“Eddie,” Buck turns his body slightly more towards Eddie. He can feel a frown between his eyebrows. Eddie finally sighs as he turns his gaze to Buck. For a moment it seems like he’s about to say something but he bites his lip. Buck’s pretty sure he must have a will of steel to not let his gaze wander down from Eddie’s eyes.

“How’s the dating going?” Eddie finally asks. That’s not where he thought this conversation was going.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Buck answers. The bewilderment must be all over his face because he can see a small twitch of amusement on Eddie’s lips as he looks at Buck. But that’s the only reaction he gets. Eddie continues to look at him. He’s clearly still expecting an answer.

“It’s… not really going anywhere,” Buck relents at last, looking away for a moment. This would be a perfect moment for him to say that the one he wants is right in front of him. But he can’t. He won’t risk his friendship with Eddie like that. 

Eddie hums. There’s a thoughtful glint to his eyes this time and Buck really wishes he could understand what he’s thinking about. Buck is usually the one who can see beyond the shield that Eddie puts up but this time the shield is thicker than he’s used to and it’s almost driving him crazy.

“I lied,” Eddie admits finally and then amends, “well maybe not lied, but I didn’t tell you the whole truth.”

“About what?” Buck cocks his head to the right, trying to keep up with where the conversation is going.

“The shooting,” Eddie looks at him and Buck feels his throat close up when he thinks back to that day as he shifts slightly where he’s standing. He waits for Eddie to continue.

“I remember,” Eddie starts. His gaze seems to have landed somewhere just above Buck’s shoulder but the slight glaze to his eyes tells Buck that he’s not entirely present. 

“I remember you. I remember you being the last thing I saw before everything went dark. I remember being at peace knowing that your face would be the last thing I would see before I died,” Eddie stops there for a second and Buck’s not entirely sure what he’s listening to but before he has enough time to dwell on it Eddie continues, “but I also remember that my biggest regret was not being able to tell you how I truly feel... about you.” 

Buck can feel his eyes grow big as saucers and he almost drops the bottle in his hand because he’s pretty sure his ears must be malfunctioning. There’s no way he just heard Eddie say what he thought he did.

“What?” Buck shakes his head to try to make sense of the scrambled thoughts in his head. When he once again focuses on Eddie there’s a sad kind of acceptance in his eyes.

“Yeah, I don’t expect you to feel the same,” Eddie looks away but Buck has barely even begun to process Eddie’s previous confession. A smile starts to tug at the edges of his lips but he quickly suppresses it. Eddie might not be telling him what he has wanted to hear for... he doesn’t even know how long.

“What?” seems to be the only coherent way for Buck to express himself.

“Sorry, I just–,”

“Eddie, stop,” Buck finally gets out as he puts the bottle on the counter behind him to try to give himself some time to gather his jumbled thoughts. Eddie freezes and the resigned slump to his frame makes Buck want to wrap his arms around him and never let go.

“What do you mean?” there’s an almost frantic way to his voice as he stares at Eddie. Eddie is quiet for a few seconds, just staring at Buck, but then a small spark of hope lights up in his eyes.

“I’m in love with you,” Eddie breathes out and this time Buck doesn’t bother hiding the smile on his face, not that he could if he wanted to. He tries to say something, to reciprocate, but the only thing he’s able to do is nod. 

“You–?” Eddie barely gets the word out before he stops and then a smile is adorning his lips. A smile that makes Buck weak at the knees.

Before he knows it Eddie takes two big steps and then there’s just a few inches between their bodies. The counter digs into his hips and the beer bottle that used to be in Eddie’s hand is nowhere to be seen but Buck doesn’t care about that right now. The only thing he cares about is Eddie. The look in Eddie’s eyes. As if he’s trying to determine if Buck’s really implying what he wants Buck to imply.

“Can I…?” Eddie whispers as he slowly, reverently, raises his hands and lets them hover just an inch over Buck’s face. So close to touching but not quite there. Yet. Buck can only nod, his dry throat making it impossible to speak. The moment Eddie’s hands cups his face Buck leans into his touch and closes his eyes. He lets himself feel Eddie. Feels that despite him having just been holding a cold beer bottle, Eddie’s hands are warm and soft. There’s a small tremor that goes through Eddie’s hands and straight into Buck’s soul.

Eddie takes a small step closer, their noses now barely touching as they breathe each other’s air. A second later they’re kissing. He doesn’t know who initiated it, just that it happened and then Buck finds that his own hands are now wrapped around Eddie’s waist lazily.

The first kiss is slow, almost hesitant. Buck feels Eddie’s thumb caressing his cheek. Then Eddie pushes him even closer into the counter and a leg is all of a sudden between his thighs. Buck’s hands travel upward before they stop and carefully dig into Eddie’s shoulder blades. Buck opens his mouth and immediately feels Eddie’s tongue dart inside. He almost groans at the feeling.

He doesn’t know how long it lasts but eventually they have to lean back. Though Buck still keeps his forehead pressed against Eddie’s. Now that they’re touching each other again, Buck never wants to stop.

“I’m in love with you too,” Buck whispers and Eddie lets out a breathless laugh before he gives Buck a soft smile. A smile that reaches his eyes and lights up his entire face. Buck never wants to live in a world without that smile.

Eddie then tugs him into a hug and Buck quickly wraps his arms around Eddie’s back as he buries his face in Eddie’s neck. Buck takes a deep breath before he tightens his hold on Eddie. Eddie, who is his safe space. His home. And now he always will be.

#evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #el writes #this scenario refused to leave my brain so i had to write it #writing is not something i do that often so i'm sorry if this sucks #i'm absolutely terrified to post this so please be nice 😅 #i'm sure someone else has already written this and written it better but idk i still wanna share this #also this is my first 911 fic so i'm sorry if it ooc #fic recs #911 abc

[atticuos]

For @yee-boii cuz you’re neat and your writing inspires me and I love you a bit :)

Rating: 🟠 Mature

❣️Mutual Pining & Yearning ✨

❣️Touch-Starved ✨

❣️Protective Bakugou Katsuki

❣️ Travelling to Winter and Fantasy AU

❣️Soft Epilogue

-

“Kacchan,” Izuku says, and Katsuki knows already.

He’s known this entire night. Izuku has never been good at hiding things, especially when it comes to love. He didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve; he wore it all over him, in his eyes, over his mouth and cheeks, beating right there out of his chest for everyone to see. For Katsuki to grab and keep.

Only ever for Katsuki.

-

#remember when I said I had something abt weight of love and that you’d see what I meant later on? #:) #took me 4 solid months but it’s finally out in the world and for you specifically #I had the musings of the plot floating around in my head but reading your fics and talking to you turned it into this #and chapter 3 in particular is an ode to your bkdk and how much I love the way you write them #this is also the fic that I keep saying I loved working on all the way through and that I kinda didn’t want to end so yeh #I love you #bkdk #bkdk fic #ktdk #ktdk fic #titan tag #my fics #el writes #elstark

[professor-abeloved]

God, can you imagine what Amalia must feel after finding out the truth? Not only did the Power send her hard work (her friends, her life, her future) down the drain... but it took her best friend.

It robbed her of their future together.

No more late night talks about anything under the sun. No more reminiscing about childhood experiences. No more sparring sessions together. No more warm hugs of comfort or cheers of encouragement.

(And definitely no more chance to tell Rowan how she really feels.)

All the while she's been sleeping next to the creature who stole her best friend's face, the one that's hurt her from the very beginning.

The living lie that says it loves her.

#amalia de león #amalia de leon #amalia x mc #ilw #it lives within #ilw spoilers #it lives within spoilers #el writes #ig #WOO BRAINROT NOW I WANNA DO AN AMALIA RUN THRU #bIG 'LOVE IS A LIE I LOVED THAT LIE' #and 'IM SO SORRY BUT ITS FAKE LOVE' #vibes for the LIs lads

[delpurgatorio]

I did not think I would be reading dictionaries of Hispanic names and surnames for a book about shapeshifting jaguars but here we are.

#the worst part is that it is interesting #el writes #el researches #children of the sun

[cachien]

summer- full of dreams, the soft sighs of honeybees, emerald and malachite upon the trees. summer- when the sun soothes your worries and you value the littlest things like fresh water and a cool breeze. remember, summer serves as an in between, a restful warm repreive. let not your heart be troubled but lay back into the breeze. these will be your sweetest memories.

06.21.2022

happy summer solstice

#summer #poem #poetry #summer solstice #imagery #el writes #my writing #pls no steal #i love y'all <3 #i hope you're having a good first day of summer #and if you're not then i hope tomorrow brings a brighter dawn and a happier sunset

[el-dritchknight]

Window Rendezvous [Micah Yujin/Main Character]

Title: Window Rendezvous Fandom: ERROR143 (visual novel) Summary: [Spoilers since it's a continuation of the good ending!]

“Hey, no need to get shy now! I've been waiting to do that for so long!” His arms snake around your shoulders, holding you close enough to hear the gentle yet quick rhythm of his heart, beating for you, you, you.

Intense heat floods your cheeks like a lava, your own heart practically imploding in your chest like a violent, tsundere volcano.

In sum, you and Micah are down bad for each other.

Characters | Ships: Main Character/Micah Yujin Notes: happy birthday to me!! guess who wrote 1.6k words of mc/micah fluff after finishing the game in a day... and then i kept going. thank u jenny and the error143 team for ruining my life <3

“So… you gonna let me in?”

The teasing candor of his voice jolts you out of your Micah-induced stupor, fingers flittering in the air uselessly before guiding him forwards.

“Oh! Sorry, of course, it's just—wow, you’re actually here!”

No sooner did Micah step inside your home did you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling him into a bone crushing hug. His alluring warmth seeps through the layers of clothing, compelling you to snuggle and sigh against his chest. Holy shit he smells like mint and vanilla.

Micah stiffens, his loud gasp ruffling your hair. “A-angel?!”

“Oops, sorry,” you mumble the words in the firm softness of his pecs. Reluctantly, you loosen your grip… and promptly pull back before you give in to the urge to stay there forever. (Micah will never let you live it down if you actually fainted in his arms.)

But Micah doesn’t let you get far.

Read the rest on Ao3~

#error143 #error 143 #micah yujin #micah yujin x reader #micah yujin x mc #el writes #im so gay and down bad

[yes-i-have-thoughts]

Something is Up with Wally Darling

"Haven't you heard?"

Julie whispers.

"Wally didn't leave home today.

He sat inside and painted all day."

"That's just Wally," Frank says.

"It's nothing new."

"Maybe," mutters Julie. "Anyway, what can we do?"

.

"Have you heard?"

Poppy asked, amid a shower of rainbow sprinkles.

"Wally never left his house.

He's stayed inside, quiet as a mouse."

"That's just how he is," Frank says.

However, he sounds less sure.

"Maybe we need to visit him tonight.

Perhaps he feels unsure."

Poppy just nods and goes back to her baking.

...

"Have you heard from Wally?"

Barnaby asks, playing with his hat in his paws.

"I haven't seen him for three days.

I'm worried now. What if he's moved away?"

"He wouldn't do that," Frank says.

"At least, I hope not.

He was the first one here."

Barnaby whimpers; "he's all I've got."

.......

"Have you heard?"

Frank's voice stops Eddie.

"Wally's been gone for a week.

People are scared, and think he's ready

to move away."

"I saw him in his house," Eddie says simply.

"I think he was painting something. He didn't look at me."

"Hm," Frank says, putting a finger to his chin.

"I wonder if he'd let me in."

.

"Haven't you heard?" Julie asked. "Frank's gone away."

"Oh dear," tuts Poppy. "I thought he was here to stay."

"Maybe he's gone!" Sally piped up. "Or maybe he's found a new home, with new friends!"

Poppy just shrugs. "It depends."

Barnaby, Eddie and Julie share a look. They know this is unusual for Frank.

But what can they do?

.

First Wally's gone, and now Frank is too.

Eddie's slowed down, he doesn't know what to do.

Julie keeps sitting beside his house.

While Barnaby stands in front of Home with a pout.

Something about this place has taken two friends away.

"I won't let that happen twice in one day."

#Welcome Home ARG #WH #Frank Frankly #Wally Darling #Julie Joyful #Poppy Partridge #Barnaby B. Beagle #Eddie Dear #Wally's Home #El writes #poetry

[el-writes-and-occasionally-draws]

things have happened and i am now writing an essay about the sandwich scene in Thanks For The Memory instead of writing my fic. oops

#red dwarf #el writes #rimster

[bylightofdawn]

I survived work somehow. I am still plagued with this insane, constant sense of exhaustion and tiredness. I cannot for the life of me figure out what is wrong.

I was reading a Hakoda/Bato fic at work today. (I might be doing that Avatar rewatch I was talking about) and the author pulled a really interesting take on soulmates who see in color the first time. In that...your first soulmate dies and your ability to see color fades back into gray until you can suddenly see color again because you have a second soulmate you never considered or realized was out there because you thought you only got one.

And I high key am buzzing cause one...the angst potential to begin with in not only losing your soulmate but the literal light and color of your life is just...mnnnnn that's that good angst shit. And then, on top of it, finding a second chance at happiness.

I've been racking my brain trying to come up with a suitable pairing to inflict that evilness onto someone. I'm thinking maybe CodyWan in that Obi-Wan and Satine were soulmates but she dies (stupidly and unforgivably via canon) and then maybe he discovers Cody was there all along. Like maybe they were one of the super-rare couples who were fated to be a triad or something but alas that never happens because there was no time.

The only problem with that is there's not a whole lot of TIME for that to happen, considering the canon timeline. Though imagine Obi-Wan and Cody meeting up again on said Tattooine or something and Obi-Wan's shock at suddenly seeing colors. Meanwhile, Cody has been able to see color this whole time and knew Obi-Wan wasn't dead because of it etc.

#el writes #fanfic related musing