#football rpf challenge

[gufettodue]

Sweater

He calls himself stupid once, twice, fifty times but the instinct is too strong: he takes the sweater. Then he promptly curses himself, marches back into the away dressing room and puts it back. He can’t. He’s not a thief. He’s just dealing badly with..well, life really. He never thought abandonment issues or heartbreak would come in the form of a national squad list but hey, first time for everything. Maybe it's a pile on effect, first failing to compete with Dortmund, then Robert, now…

How the fuck does Reus do it? - Thomas asks himself. Then he sighs. Marco would probably take the sweater. Call it his due for the world leaving him behind. Only, Thomas is not the one being left behind. He is the one going. Scheiße. He goes back and takes the sweater.

_

The shit thing about international tournaments is that you never know how long you will be away for. A week, a month, a single match? Is the weight in your chest going to lift if you win it all? 

Thomas wears the sweater to the last Bayern training - not while actually training, just on his way to the session. The fabric is soft and worn, cozy in the way only beloved clothes can be. It smells like the pine shampoo Thomas has known for a lifetime, its too long sleeves falling down on his hands where they grip the steering wheel.

He is pining, ok? Which isn't a joke on the pine shampoo. It's a statement of truth and one Thomas has realized maybe a bit too late. He wonders if the theft of the sweater has been noticed already or at all. Maybe he could get away with it: not having to explain he woke up one day and realized he's an idiot and he's been in love for 20 years or so.

_

The sweater gets packed into his suitcase then gets moved out of his suitcase and into his carry on and then somehow ends up on his person. The flight to Qatar is 10 hours long and the plane is cold, that's the only reason why. He can get away with it, he thinks. The sweater is plain, no logos or brands, nothing that would give away it doesn't belong to a Bayern player. Sure it's black and way too big but it's not bright yellow and he can always say he nicked it from Manu if somebody asks. He snuggles into it on the plane, warm and comfortable. It’s not the same as getting a hug but it’s the closest he’s going to get now, a continent and a sea away.  

_

To others, what he is doing would be cruel. Maybe it is. Thomas is not cruel, he is just an idiot. It’s Marco Reus who opens the door on the second ring, looking about as good as Thomas is feeling. Which is shit. Thomas would have taken him to Qatar over Mario but he can't quite say that and not make it worse so he shuts up. 

"Well" - Marco says as a greeting  - "That was a shitshow of a World Cup."

"At least you didn't miss much?" - Thomas says because even at 34 it’s too much of an ask for him to have mastered the art of not completely putting his foot in his mouth. If Marco punches him, it would be fair.  Instead Marco cheers him with his mug of coffee and yells up the stairs "Mats, it's for you!" before disappearing back inside the house, leaving Thomas to deal with himself.

Thomas is not cruel but he is an idiot. The kindness grates on him, scrapes him raw just that tiny bit more as to make it insufferable, like a carpet burn or a nettle sting. It picks at the scab of something unresolved, darkly jealous and selfish, because Mats is here, Mats didn’t stay. It twists guilt at the bottom of Thomas’ stomach - how can he reproach Marco anything? Thomas is the one who has run here like a child with a broken toy after just one international setback when Marco doesn’t have enough toes and fingers to count the times the Universe hated him.

But Thomas has wound himself tight, so tight, it’s really not about football anymore, it’s…

“Mull?” - Mats asks, shaking him softly. Thomas looks up at him and feels himself wobble. He’s wearing sweatpants and a pj t-shirt in the December cold, his hair sticking up in unruly curls and he looks concerned, like he’s probably called to Thomas already, which it’s totally possible because Thomas has not even heard him come down the stairs, which…. Mats gives really good hugs. He's shorter than Manu, less soft, and God - not that Thomas is complaining about Manu's hugs, mind you -  but there's something about being able to sink into Mats, to press his forehead against his chest, into a soft t-shirt that smells like pine that just makes him feel at home. He's always joked that Thomas is like a puppy, a ball of energy with nowhere to go, but here in Mats' arms he can finally still. Thomas slips both arms around Mats’ waist and holds on. 

-

Thomas is an idiot but he was blind. First it was Manu, then it was Robert and somehow it all got tangled together and Thomas got lost. Books and songs speak of love like butterflies, fluttering in your belly and upturning your world. But with Mats, it had always been easy, so easy that it had occurred to him only with a 20 years delay that love never needed to be fireworks because it was never meant to explode, it was never meant to burn either of them. It was meant to be the safety of clinging to someone like a koala, the laughs at being dropped on a couch like a sack of potatoes, the thousand kisses it takes to make Mats believe he is not being cruel, he is not going to regret it tomorrow, he is not rebounding from anything. Love was always meant to be the warmth of a well-worn sweater that smells of pine, with the cuffs rolled up so they don’t fall on your hands, and the chance to steal many more, for many years to come.

#tiny fic #thomats #football rpf #set during the world cup #these two are just very cute and this is very fluffy #did I have a very specific Mats' sweater in mind? Yes I did (it's the 10 year challenge one)

[hendolish]

prompt: ‘[about Jordan going to Al Ettifaq] Jack not dealing with Jordan being suddenly gone from the Prem and the country, with Hendo putting a clean break through their relationship for some bullshit reason like because it's easier/it's safer from a PR standpoint/it's the morally right thing etc. etc. and not even asking Jack what he wants or how he feels about it’ - anon

jack grealish/jordan henderson | clean break </3

A ‘clean break’ Jordan had called it. It’s easier this way.

They’d spoken about the deal whilst it was going on, of course, dabbled in the consequences it would have. God, Jack had even been teasing the other about it a month ago because… none of that had felt real to him. It wasn’t a thing that was going to happen, until it did.

The Prem without Jordan feels empty. There’s a huge Henderson-shaped hole in the Liverpool midfield when they come up against them and smash them 4-0, no one to trade jabs with in the tunnel before the game, and certainly no one to crawl into the lap of after when they crash at whoever’s place is closest.

The whole-damn-country feels empty without Jordan in it and Jack can’t believe just how much he had taken for granted when they were parted by barely an hour’s drive. The both of them easily tempted to make the journey at the other’s call, sometimes even meeting in the middle when they can’t — couldn’t — decide.

They could’ve done it, Jack thinks. Made it work.

Lord knows they both have enough money to charter private jets, zipping between Manchester Airport and Dubai, meeting in between when they can’t decide. They could’ve. Jack’s sure.

But Jordan hadn’t stuck around long enough to hear his ideas. Hear what he wants. Instead, disappearing, never to be heard from again, after what was to be the last night they shared together.

There’s no way Jack could’ve known it at the time of course, but he’d felt — he had never felt — more in love than he had in that moment; Jordan’s warm breath puffing against his skin, a tattooed arm slung over his waist, body pressed up against his own.

He didn’t know and now all he’s left with is memories. Fractions of a moment that had left his stomach stinging with laughter, cheeks aching in that delicious way that makes you feel like you’ll never be this happy again.

And that’s not enough for Jack. It’ll never be. But it’s what he has.

#anon i hope you see this!!! had to break your ask down so i can fulfill both parts hehe #hope you like it !!! angst isn’t my usual forte but i’m all for a challenge so thank you :)) #england #england national team #england nt #hendo #jordan henderson #henderson #hendolish #england football #liverpool #jack grealish #grealish #grealo #man city #manchester city #football rpf #football #fics #angst #al ettifaq

[elmatadorisgay]

little update

I'll be putting a slight hold on There's Only 5 Beds and a few of the other series' I have while I manage and write for this Valentine prompt challenge.

You can find the prompt list here

Also if there are any pairings you'd like to see me write for this challenge please suggest it in a comment/rb here or dm me your request, if you do request I'd like quite a lot of detail on what you want me to write for the specific prompt

PS: If you'd like to join the challenge please refer to my post here about the challenge, everyone is free to join so long you write football rpf!

#football #football rpf #writing #football fanfics #ao3 #writing challenge #writing prompt

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Lonely In A Crowded Room [Part Three]

Fandom: American Actor, RPF, Elvis Movie RPF

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader

Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Reader, Red West, Billy Smith Marty Lacker, Original Female Characters, Memphis Mafia, Austin!Elvis

Word Count: 3557 // Rating: Explicit

Summary: Have you ever felt alone in a room full of people?

Tags/ Warnings: Established Relationship, Marriage, Graceland, Living at Graceland, Kisses, Anxiety, Nudity, Memphis Mafia, Austin!Elvis, Elvis Movie, Horse-riding,  Kissing, Fingering, Birthdays, Birthday Party, Romantic Getaways, Loneliness, Migraines, Football, Elvis Playing Football is so hot I cant, Presents, Reader Can be Priscilla if you want, Arguing, Fighting, Flashing, Birthday Party, Security, Reader Dress Inspo, Reader Necklace Inspo, Smut, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Face Sitting, Unprotected Sex, Cabin Inspo

Notes: im obsessed with graceland at the moment but the idea of so many people coming and going in my house is my idea of hell. So i thought I’d write about it lolol

Final part. I liked writing E like this simultaneously cute af and hot as fuck

UPDATED 8/23

PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE

As the city skyline started to disappear into more rural surroundings and the radio became the most notable sound in the car Elvis spoke. 

‘I shouldn’t have eaten all of that,’ he said with a sound of relief. He shifted in his seat and looked at me. I was looking at him now after spending most of the journey pouting and staring out the window, ‘you not talking to me?’ ‘I don’t know are you going to tell me what’s going on or are we just going to make small talk,’ I said raising an eyebrow. ‘I enjoy talking about anything with you honey,’ he challenged chuckling as my pout melted a little, ‘look I will explain but I wanna show you rather than tell you is that too much to ask?’ ‘So it’s nothing bad?’ I asked ‘Bad? Why the hell would you think it would be bad?’ he said his brow furrowed. ‘You said those nut jobs were around the house and Red and Sonny seemed amped. Then you and Jerry are being all secretive. What am I supposed to think?’ ‘Oh baby I’m sorry,’ he said, ‘I didn’t mean to worry you. I can promise it’s nothing bad.’ ‘Sorry,’ I mumbled, ‘I guess I put two and two together and got five.’ ‘Don’t worry I understand,’ he said falling quiet for a moment before he continued, ‘did you enjoy your birthday?’

The corner of my mouth turned up in a smile as I watched him glance at me every so often. ‘I did,’ I said, ‘you were right though I ate too much too.’ ‘That’s the problem with Lombardi’s it’s too good,’ he chuckled, ‘you like your cake?’ ‘Definitely, though I forgot to ask them to save some to bring back to the house.’ ‘I’m sure it’ll make its way back somehow. And I don’t know if we’ll have enough room for cake with all your presents,’ he smiled. ‘I’m a lucky girl what can I say,’ I smirked. ‘You deserve every single one,’ he smiled, ‘speaking of presents…’

He turned away from me as he glanced at a sign on the side of the road. It directed towards a long lane which he turned down and we started down a long winding dirt road which was lined by dense woodland. It was dark enough that I couldn’t see through the trees and the only thing illuminated was the short space in front of us as Elvis continued driving. Despite the unnerving outside Elvis seemed nonplussed as he hummed along to the music, his fingers tapping the top of the steering wheel. Eventually, the long lane broke into an open space which housed a cabin. He pulled up and parked beside it smirking at me as he climbed out without a word. I climbed out and found him hauling bags out of the trunk. 

As he walked up onto the deck, I took in my surroundings. The cabin seemed to be the only thing around for miles and it had a back deck that flowed into a long yard that was cut through by what I assumed was an offshoot of the Mississippi. It was dim and the only light was the stars and a solitary lamp that was on at the front door. I didn’t have time to take it in properly though as I heard the jangle of keys and the door opening and turned to find Elvis ducking inside the cabin. I followed him watching as he flipped on the lights. 

The cabin wasn’t too big. The main room was split into two providing a kitchen and living area. A large door at the back of it gave a glance at what I assumed was a bedroom. Elvis had dumped the bags by the door and was now standing in the middle of the living room, his arms spread wide as he grinned at me. 

‘Ta da,’ he said. ‘What-’ I started as I walked towards him but he cut me off. He swooped in and wrapped his arms around me looking down at me with a smile.  ‘Do you like it?’ he asked excitedly.  ‘I do but…what is it?’ I asked making him chuckle.  ‘It’s your present,’ he said as if it were obvious, ‘you said yesterday that you were sick of us never getting a moment alone so…here we are.’ ‘You rented us a cabin for the night?’ I said with a smile. ‘Honey, I bought you a cabin,’ he corrected laughing as my eyes went wide. He pulled out of our embrace and sat down on the couch pulling me with him as my eyes roved over every inch of the room. 

‘I can’t believe you did this,’ I mumbled. ‘I don’t know,’ he said moving a hair off of my face, ‘it seems like just the sort of thing I would do.’ ‘Well you’ve never been one to miss out on extravagance,’ I giggled. ‘Understated is for the boring,’ he smiled.  ‘But how?’ I said, ‘I mean I only told you all of that last night.’ ‘I called Jer early this morning. That’s why I had to go out. He rang round and found me a place and we drove up this afternoon and I bought it then and there.’ ‘It was like this when you came up here?’ I said noting the furniture that was already inside. ‘It looked a little worse for wear but Jer stayed here all day and made sure everything was as we wanted it,’ he said, ‘he’s the only one who knows we’re here too.’ ‘But Red-’ ‘Would never have agreed to letting us go somewhere without any supervision. Security blah blah,’ he said. ‘I bet his face was a picture when he realised you’d took off,’ I giggled.  ‘Oh no doubt,’ Elvis chuckled, ‘but Jer’s under strict instruction that he is not allowed to tell anyone where we are unless I tell him he can. So Red will just have to sit and stew.’  ‘Poor Jer,’ I said thinking of the grilling he was sure to be getting right now.  ‘Hey it’ll teach Red not to barge in when people are changing,’ Elvis murmured. I smiled to myself. I knew I’d hit a nerve. Then he leaned in and kissed my jaw and down my neck, his hand caressing my side gently. 

‘So…’ I said, ‘we’re alone?’ ‘Completely,’ Elvis murmured as he continued planting kisses against my skin. ‘No interruptions?’  ‘None,’ he breathed against my neck. ‘No one needing you?’ I asked stroking my fingers through his hair. ‘Just you,’ he said pulling back with a smirk.  ‘Well Mr Presley,’ I said leaning in so we were an inch apart, ‘let me show you just how much I do.’ 

Elvis smiled and crashed his lips to mine. My hands fumbled with his shirt buttons as his tongue ran across my bottom lip begging me to let him in. As I let him a moan emitted from his lips causing the damp heat to worsen in my core.  His mouth moved off of mine, back to my neck, nipping and kissing its way down as I worked his shirt off. His hands were all over me now, caressing every inch of me through the silky fabric that kept us from one another. Once his shirt was off he stood, pulling me off the couch and back to him so he could kiss me once more. His hands held my face as he kissed me deeply. We stayed there for a moment, enjoying each other before I pulled back and said breathlessly, ‘bedroom?’

‘Definitely,’ he said with a glint in his eye. I turned to walk towards it but he came up behind me, ensnaring me from behind and kissing my neck as we walked slowly to our destination. As we got inside he unzipped my dress, his lips following down my back as he yanked it off, leaving me in just my underwear in front of him. I heard a fumble of clothing and when he walked around me I noticed he was now nude, his erection resting against his stomach. He was a sight to behold. His hair was out of place from where I’d run my fingers through it, his lips were swollen from kissing me and his pupils were blown making his blue eyes look almost black. 

‘So beautiful,’ he said as he sat down on the bed and his fingers ghosted down my arm before he hooked my underwear in his fingers and pulled it down. As I stepped out of them he grabbed my hand in his and pulled me onto his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him again as his fingers undid my bra. I pulled back and shimmied it off moaning as his mouth captured my nipple as soon as it could. 

‘That’s it baby,’ he said as he took the other between his fingers and pinched it gently. ‘Feels so good E,’ I moaned feeling my pussy throb with anticipation.  ‘Gonna make you feel so good baby,’ he said as he moved back on the bed. Then without warning, he flopped down. I was sitting on his thighs, eyes closed, but I opened them as he disappeared. My hand reached down to touch his cock but he stopped me, his fingers around my wrist as he leant up on his elbow. Spotting my confusion he chuckled, ‘not yet honey.’ ‘But-’ ‘Let me make you feel good first. Bring that pretty ass up here,’ he cooed reaching up to stroke my cheek. I nodded.

I clambered towards him, my knees on either side of his head, hovering above him expectantly. I heard him chuckle at my eagerness and then I felt him kissing up my thighs until he planted one on my pussy. He didn’t start though, instead, his fingers teased through my slickened folds. 

‘You’re soaked, honey. I haven’t even touched you yet,’ he said, ‘so eager for me.’ ‘Need you E,’ I said as a shock ran through me as his finger traced around my clit.  ‘You’ve got me, baby,’ he said and then he buried his face in me. His tongue lapped at every inch of me, his nose nudging against my clit, causing pleasure to amp up in my core. I groaned as I rode his face, our movements soon becoming synchronised.  ‘E,’ I groaned, ‘oh fuck.’

I was near coming undone. A whimpering mess above him as he alternated his movements between focusing on my clit and fucking my hole with his tongue. His arms were wrapped around my thighs, keeping me in place, and forcing me to do as he wanted.  ‘I’m gonna cum,’ I whimpered receiving a hearty hum from him, ‘fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuuck.’

I said as white hot pleasure ran through me causing my legs to shake and me to fall forward. He lapped at me a little more and then lessened his hold allowing me to fall down onto the bed. He was at my side in an instant, hovering over me, his chin glistening with my juices. 

‘E,’ I panted, reaching up to stroke his face.  ‘Did I make you feel good baby?’ he said laughing as I barely managed to nod. The feeling was only just returning to my legs and I could feel my heartbeat in my ears but I didn’t care. He watched me with adoration. ‘Just need a minute,’ I said leaning up to kiss him. He kissed me back gently and for a moment neither of us spoke as we enjoyed the other. 

Once the strength had returned back to my body I rolled him onto his back with gusto. He watched as I shimmied down so I was straddling his thighs smiling as I heard his breath hitch with anticipation. I grasped his cock and pumped him gently in my hand. I moved my hand up and down his shaft gently, enjoying the way his head fell back against the bed with a groan. 

Then I shifted forward, running his tip through my folds before I lined him up against my entrance. 

‘Do it baby,’ he said watching me as I inched him in slowly. ‘Fuck E,’ I said as he bottomed out earning a groan in reply. I moved up and down slowly until I settled into a rhythm. I was lost in the moment, my eyes closed as I caressed my own chest, playing with my nipples. He took control then, his fingers holding me in place so he could pound up into me.  ‘Touch yourself,’ he ordered pulling me out of my haze. I obliged and my fingers teased around my clit, matching his rhythm and speed. ‘E,’ I panted as that second wave crept up on me. ‘Not without me mama,’ he said and I nodded. ‘Need it,’ I panted. ‘I’m with you baby,’ he said, ‘cum with me okay?’  ‘Okay,’ I whimpered. ‘Three…two…one,’ he said the last word coming out strangled as he shot inside me. My walls fluttered around him milking him for all he was worth. His hips faltered until they slowed and I pulled off of him, falling beside him exhausted. 

As we caught our breath he pulled me into him and we lay in bliss for a moment before he spoke, ‘well, that’s put an end to that question.’ ‘What?’ I said with a small yawn. ‘You said unless we were alone we would have to quiet,’ he mused. I felt another blush creep up on me. ‘I was kinda loud huh?’ I giggled.  ‘Hey I’m here for it,’ he said, ‘though I think if you did that at home they’d be able to hear you at the gate.’ ‘Maybe it might drive them away,’ I chuckled.  ‘Maybe,’ he said kissing my temple, ‘we might have to try it.’ I nodded and yawned again.  ‘Tired birthday girl?’ he asked and I nodded, ‘how about we shower and get you into bed?’ ‘Sounds like a good idea to me,’ I said. ‘Guess I’m just full of them today huh?’ he said.  ‘You can say that again,’ I smiled earning myself an eye roll from him. I didn’t care. My boy had done good today. 

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I woke late the next morning. The sun had long been out but had only just started to breach through the bedroom window as I stirred. I shifted realising that Elvis was pressed against me, his arm wrapped around me, clutching the chiffon of the nightdress I had changed into after our shower. 

‘Mmm,’ he mumbled as I nestled against him. I shifted so I was now on my back and watched him as his eyes opened slowly.  ‘Morning,’ I said watching him with a smile.  ‘Morning,’ he mumbled, pressing a sleepy kiss onto my cheek before his eyes opened properly, ‘what time is it?’  ‘A little after eleven,’ I said as I reached for his watch which was on my nightstand. ‘Woah,’ he mumbled, ‘don’t think I’ve slept that well in years.’ ‘Me either. The wonder of a bit of quiet,’ I sighed happily. Elvis nodded and leaned in to kiss me.

His hand cupped my jaw as he kissed me gently. We lay there for a moment until he pulled back watching me with a smile. I could feel him excited against my thigh and I reached down to touch him gently. He groaned and buried his head in my shoulder as I coaxed him to full length.

‘God damn Y/N,’ he whimpered, and then he rolled me onto my side and came up behind me. His fingers teased my hole before he shoved two of them inside me. I was slick but there was definitely a sting as he fucked me gently getting me ready for him. I bit my lip to keep from whimpering as removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock. He buried himself in me and though there was a little pain at the start it soon devolved to pleasure.

‘Oh fuck baby,’ he said. ‘E,’ I cried. ‘You feel amazing,’ he said kissing along my shoulders, ‘taking me so good.’ ‘Always,’ I breathed. He held one of my hands under the pillow as his other caressed down my body until he was teasing my clit slowly in match with his thrusts inside me. I was coming undone quicker than ever.  ‘Oh Y/N,’ he whimpered as his orgasm hit us both by surprise.  ‘Oh E,’ I whimpered. ‘That’s it baby girl,’ he panted as my climax washed over me. As I came down from my high he pulled out kissing just below my ear.  ‘I love you,’ I mumbled, leaning back against him.  ‘I love you too baby,’ he said kissing my shoulder. 

I lay there for a moment. In my bubble of contentment. I didn’t want to move from here. Ever. 

✵✵✵

‘Got everything?’ Elvis said as he stood by the door. I mentally ran through everything in my head and then nodded heading to the door. He grabbed the bag I was holding and headed out onto the porch. He placed the bags down and then waited for me to step out so he could lock the door. As he went to the car and started to load up I wandered over onto the back deck and looked out at the view.

It looked amazing. I hadn’t been able to appreciate it yesterday in the darkness of the night but in the evening sunset, it looked divine. The backyard was a neat patch of grass that devolved into trees and dense woodland on either side of it. Yellow and orange leaves had just started to hem the edges of the green lawn as the winter months drew in and at the edge of the garden it sloped off down to the river which was now yellow and purple on its surface as it reflected the ever sinking sun. 

I watched as the river rippled past, slow and lazy. This would be a perfect family vacation spot. The perfect place for us to have friends and family over for a barbecue, as we did at Graceland. But as soon as that thought came into my head I shook it out. I didn’t want that. I liked the idea that we were the only people in the world who knew we were here. It felt better this way, more special. 

I loved being married to Elvis. I loved my life. But I had meant what I said. I was done with being uncomfortable in my own space. Done with sharing him with the world. I wanted more. I wanted to be a married couple. Normal. 

I needed to tell him. 

As that last thought slipped from my mind I felt Elvis’ arms wrap around me as he pulled me close.  ‘Damn that’s some view,’ he whistled.  ‘I know,’ I said turning around, ‘I’m so lucky you found it.’ ‘Gotta thank Jer for that one honey,’ he chuckled. ‘I’ll make sure to thank him when we get back,’ I said.  ‘Just not the way you thanked me last night okay?’ he chuckled making me roll my eyes. We fell quiet for a moment, the both of us looking out at the sunset and enjoying our last few simple moments together.

‘Seriously though,’ I said after a minute causing him to look at me, ‘thank you for this. It’s just what I needed.’ ‘I’m glad,’ he said, ‘I’d do anything for you you know that.’ ‘I know,’ I said quietly. ‘But?’ he said immediately catching there was something more behind my expression. ‘But I need you to promise me something?’ ‘What is it?’ he asked a furrow in his brow. ‘That this isn’t a one time thing,’ I said biting my lip. ‘Baby we bought a house,’ he chuckled, ‘not like I can forget that in a hurry.’ ‘I know, I know, I just…I want you to promise me that we’ll come back. Just the two of us. Anytime we need to. This can be like-’ ‘A fortress of solitude?’ he said with an excited expression as he explained to my confused one, ‘Batman has one.’ ‘Yeah, like that. I want us to be able to get away from everything if we need to. From everyone,’ I said. ‘It’s between you and me…and Jer,’ he chuckled. ‘Well I suppose I can’t argue with that,’ I smiled.  ‘But you have to promise me something too.’ ‘What?’  ‘That you’ll tell me,’ he said looking at me with his piercing blue eyes, ‘when things are tough. Promise you’ll tell me that you need a lil space. I hate fightin’ with you, and I hate to see you unhappy.’ ‘I’m always happy when I’m with you,’ I reasoned. ‘Just all them other folks around huh?’ he chuckled hugging me close and kissing the top of my head.  ‘They’re part of you,’ I said. It was easier to be more truthful now he wasn’t staring at me, ‘and I’ll always understand that. But sometimes I just get a lil lonely even in a room full of people.’ He pulled back and smiled sadly at me for a moment before he said, ‘you don’t ever have to feel lonely again. You got me.’ ‘Promise?’ ‘Promise,’ he said.

#my writing #elvis fic #elvis #elvis presley #Elvis Movie #elvis presley smut #elvis x reader #elvis presley x reader #Elvis Presley Fic #lonely in a crowded room #red west #jerry schilling #Smut #elvis smut #austin butler elvis #austin!elvis x reader #austin!elvis smut #austin!elvis fanfic

[jandjsalmon]

2023 FFRC - September🍂

Hello friends! I hope you've had a wonderful September. We've started my daughter's senior year with her choosing to join the high school football team instead of the soccer team (to the shock of everyone - including her soccer coach). Therefore, we've been spending every Friday night at the field - and she scored a touchdown in her first game - so that's exciting.

My 2023 @fanfic-reading-challenge is nearly complete. The challenge has various completion levels - and if you're looking for something to help motivate you to read new things or expand your range - or even if you just want to challenge yourself, you should join us. You don't have to wait until the new year to start - and there are a bunch of us on the Discord server and it's a really nice and encouraging place to be.

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September 2023

I read 58 new stories this month - and nearly 300 chapters. I'm closing in on 17 million words, so my year-long goal of 20 million words still isn't out of the realm of possibility. I also did a few podfic recordings... and was highly critical of all of them so I didn't post them. Maybe after I get more practise. lol.

Anyway, I’ve gathered a couple recs. I hope you enjoy them. 💖

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before i knew which life was mine (3 fic series) by @smc-27 (Harry/Allie - The Society)  Summary: She’s got this weird feeling that everything with him is so natural and normal that there’s no way to imagine them not eventually ending up friends. Which is a fucked up thought, because prior to all this, all they had ever shared were barbs back and forth, or her calling him out on being a jerk to her sister. Notes: Okay - so this series is three separate fics that feel like they're unconnected - but really they are completely connected. They're like different dimensions or universes where Harry and Allie were friends (and they don't stay just friends). These are the "other worlds".

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The Percy/Jenna Anon Collection by Anonymous (Percy/Jenna - RPF - All E) Fic 1 - Howlin’ For You - A night of drunken UNO leads to explicit actions between two friends who have been secretly sleeping together. Fic 2 - Lonely Boy - A surprise visit between two friends, a phone call, and a splash of angst. And sex. Fic 3 - Gold on the Ceiling - When Jenna tells Percy it’s over she’s not sure what that means for either of them. And she doesn’t even begin to understand the gravity of her choice until she’s forced to put work on hold for the actor’s strike. Has she even been living? Or merely existing.. Light angst, heavy sex? But it’s introspective? Notes: Okay - so RPF isn't for everyone. It is for me though. This series was written by the same Anon author (it's very clear that it's the same author) - I don't know who it is, but they deserve a huge cookie. I cried during the third one. And then had to fan myself. It's an odd conundrum. The writing is amazing. I would read a million more stories by this author - rpf or fandom or whatever. If I can only figure out who they are. 😉

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three conversations about one thing by @imreallyloveleee (Bughead - T)  Summary: He’d known there would be consequences when he made this decision. But he hadn’t realized how quickly they might steamroll right over him. (Jughead & Veronica & Cheryl & Betty & memories of the future. Set post-7x19.) Notes: An absolutely lovely post-script on the final season of Riverdale.

#jandy's fanfic reading challenge adventure 2023 #reading fics with jandy #fanfic reading challenge 2023 #2023 fic reading challenge #2023frc #long post #to save your dashboard

[footnotesandendings]

I don't know if anyone is interested in nattering about writing process but there's some behind the cut.

So there is a Ted Lasso OT3 fic that I started probably... last fall? Possibly last summer. I stalled out on it sometime early this year and it's just been sitting. I revived it for a bit right before the season but then got distracted again. But today I pulled up the file and really looked at it and I think I do want to finish and post it... because it is currently 41k and the idea of just leaving that in my WIP folder forever is annoying. (Not that it would be alone. I have bandom fics and hockey fics north of 35k that died unfinished. But it's still annoying.)

As it stands now I have about four or five scenes that need to be written, and experience says that in the process of writing those two or three more will probably happen. I know I need to go back and add at least two scenes earlier in the body of the story. When I go through and do my big re-read for shape there might be more I decide are needed, or expansions of existing ones. In that re-read, I'll also have to evaluate how much work it would take to make it s3 compliant, and decide if I want to do that or if I want to post it as a canon divergent AU.

And then a last re-read for small errors and mechanical stuff; I'll get most of that during the big re-read/re-write stage but I try to take a last look, unless I am simply too tired of the story at that point, in which case I post it as-is and wait for either people to tell me or to notice it in a random scroll through and the associated agony of shame. I don't get stuff formally beta'd anymore due to personal failings.

I would like to get this done this month because I could post it to the June Doom challenge (hurt/comfort and/or whump), because it fits several of the prompts. But I'm trying not to push myself too hard because that usually doesn't go well.

Anyway if I do get it done I have a couple of football RPF fics that also fit June Doom prompts but honestly idk if getting two big fics done in a month is possible at this point. Yes, I did it at least once or twice when I was in my first flush of Ted Lasso fandom energy, but I don't have that kind of propulsion right now.

So! If you read all that, thank you. Writing down the plan is helpful for wrapping my brain around it.

[new-berry]

João Félix / Rúben Dias.

It’s sweet and loving and good and game.

(There is also cross dressing without feminisation? Is that a thing? This is why my tags are so skimpy. )

João looks at him over, down and then up, eyes making an obvious tour under his sticky eyelashes. So this is how he wants to play it. It’s not like João has any better suggestions. They don’t have a script or anything. Just João’s inability to back down if he’s challenged, and Rubens' patient, brave, love.

#fic

[wheelie-butch]

for this fic so far i have researched american football and the moon, but now it's time for my greatest challenge yet -- to learn enough about hockey RPF to write jokes about it

#mez speaks #this is my wolfpack fic yes. #yes im getting them into hockey rpf. no i dont know anything about it we dont even have hockey like that over here #i dont want to make fun of the hockey rpf itself i just want it to sound like i know what im talking about when the characters are doing it #i would like my jokes to go beyond 'uhh this is a weird hobby huh??' which would be lame of me

[dinosaur-stickers]

well… i actually finished. didn’t really expect to, tbh. I don’t think i’ll do an update every day thing again, that was a little stressful, ngl. and it put all my other wips on hold. these chapters felt rushed, too.

anyways, i did actually kind of like this as a new challenge, but, eh, maybe not again

#the chaotic christmas chronicles #time to retire that tag

[elmatadorisgay]

Football Valentines Prompt Challenge

I wanted to make a little prompt challenge and it seems people are interested so here it is!

About the Challenge

This prompt challenge has 28 prompts in total but only 14 are meant to be finished for this.

You can do as many as you like, prompts can be fluff, smut, angst or anything else.

Pairings can also be platonic or romantic, depending on your choices.

Only one fic per prompt

OT3, OT4 and throuples are also allowed, along with AUs.

Also I will be accepting fics to the Collection on AO3 around the end of January/ Beginning February if you'd like to get a head start on the challenge.

Collection and Google Doc to the prompts linked below!

If you have any other questions about this challenge please ask me

#football #football rpf #writing #football fanfics #ao3 #writing prompt #writing challenge

[ao3feed-tedlasso]

Football Surprise

by Calmsmol3421

AFC Richmond is unexpectedly invited to compete in the Eurofusion League. The team is filled with excitement and curiosity as they prepare to face new challenges and compete against top European clubs. They will encounter drama, sadness, and form new relationships along the way. They navigate the ups and downs with Ted Lasso's help, demonstrating their resilience and determination to win the tournament.

Words: 2454, Chapters: 1/21, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Football RPF, Ted Lasso (TV), Ted Lasso (TV) RPF

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Other

Characters: Ted Lasso, Rebecca Welton, Jamie Tartt, Keeley Jones, Roy Kent, Sam Obisanya, Dani Rojas (Ted Lasso), Coach Beard (Ted Lasso), Trent Crimm, Colin Hughes, Nathan Shelley, Rupert Mannion, Lionel Messi, Cristiano Ronaldo, Others to be added - Character

Relationships: No Romantic Relationship(s), not yet - Relationship

Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, Drama, Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Comedy, Funny, Football, AFC Richmond Players are Himbos (Ted Lasso), Richmond - Freeform, National Football League, FIFA, Ted Lasso is a Sweetheart, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags May Change

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48084313

#Ted Lasso #Ted Lasso Fic #ao3feed

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Girl He Left Behind [Part Seventeen]

Fandom: American Actor, RPF, Elvis Presley, Elvis Movie 2022

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Original Female Character

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Gladys Presley, Vernon Presley, Minnie May ‘Dodger’ Presley, Red West, Sonny West, Gene Smith, Billy Smith, Original Female Characters, Colonel Tom Parker, Billy Smith, Marci Cunningham, Steve Cunningham, Jerry Schilling, Mary Jenkins, Alan Fortas, Marty Lacker, Original Male Characters, Mona Goodwin, Joe Goodwin

Word Count: 5997 // Rating: Mature

Summary: When Elvis returns home to Graceland from the Army he’s followed by the headlines ‘The Girl He Left Behind’ but what the media don’t know is that Priscilla wasn’t the first. No, that title belongs to someone Elvis will never forget.

Tags/ Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Graceland, Poverty, Friends to Lovers, 1950s Elvis, Bad Parenting, Surprise Surprise the Colonel Is a Colossal Prick, Parental Loss, Grief, Fun Fairs, Kissing, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Movie Nights, Arguing, Tension, Denial of Feelings, Age Gap Romance, Underage, Addison is 17 Elvis is 22, Guilt, Betrayal, Extortion, Blackmail, Jealous, Army Elvis, American Draft, US Army, Lying, Time Shift with Elvis moving to Memphis, Flashbacks, Caught

Notes: I want them to fck so bad but getting there is hard work ololol

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Addison shivered in her coat, pulling it tighter around her shoulders. She didn’t particularly long to be sitting outside in the winter chill of the back yard but he didn’t want to miss a second of time with Elvis even if that meant watching him play football with his friends in the bitter wind.

The past week had been quite a challenge. Since they had finally gotten together they had been desperate to spend every waking moment with the other, and for the most part they had been able to. People seemed to accept that whatever crossed word they’d had was now forgotten and Addison slotted back into the entourage without question. However, just hanging out together wasn’t exactly the contact they were yearning for and whilst there were a lot of lingering glances [and wandering hands when no one was around] their contact just one on one was pretty limited. Elvis was a busy guy, so it meant that the only time they got alone, truly alone, was late at night. Which is why every night that week Elvis had made some excuse to his family and friends about needing space. He’d gone from spending every minute of the day out of the house to holed up in his room though unbeknownst to his family he wasn’t alone. Of course they had those that knew but even so they were being overly cautious. It only took them letting their guard down a little bit for it to lead to slipping up.

But it was hard. When they were alone they could do everything they had been longing to do for months yet around people they had to act normal which wasn’t easy. Especially when Elvis was running around in front of her looking windswept and athletic. He was a leader on the field, strong and commanding in a way she’d never seen that was getting her hot under the collar. She’d never felt like this before and though he had yet to take it any further than kissing it was though a switch had been flipped inside her. He looked over as they re-huddled, throwing her a dazzling smile that made that switch turn on like a light bulb. Addison flushed dark crimson and dropped her gaze to her lap making Marci chuckle.

‘What?’ Addison asked suddenly feeling defensive. ‘You two are cute you know that?’ Marci smiled. ‘We’re not doing anything,’ Addison protested, glancing about to make sure they weren’t in earshot of anyone.   ‘Sure you’re not,’ Marci said rolling her eyes. ‘He just looked at me,’ Addison said. ‘Like you’re the only person here,’ Marci giggled. Addison however didn’t. In fact, she felt a little self-conscious at her friend’s words. Were they really that obvious? ‘I guess,’ Addison said noncommittally as she looked back to the field where the boys were now back to playing. She sat there for a moment before she excused herself under the pretence of grabbing snacks and sodas for everyone before she disappeared into the security of the house.

She went inside and grabbed a soda from the fridge, leaning back against the counter as she thought about her friend’s words. She wondered if anyone else had picked up on their behaviour or if Marci was just more attune to their actions because she was already in the know. Addison felt that they’d done a good job at returning to normality without it seeming stiff or over friendly. Perhaps Marci was just reading into things.

She took a sip of Dr Pepper and then placed it on the counter so she could check the fridge. Mary had the day off but the boys were like bottomless pits on a good day never mind when they played football so Addison had taken charge of making sure they were fed and watered. She was just counting up the number of sodas in the fridge, ensuring there was enough for everyone outside without her having to trek down to the basement when she felt a pair of strong arms encircle her. She jumped, spinning around to find Elvis laughing at her panicked expression.

‘You scared the crap outta me!’ she said as he continued to chuckle at her. ‘Sorry,’ he said with mirth as she rested her hands against his chest. He was warm against her cold fingertips and his hair was slicked back with sweat against his forehead. ‘Aren’t you supposed to be playing?’ she asked glancing towards the door as if they were going to be caught at any moment. ‘I’m allowed a break aren’t I?’ he said, ‘besides ain’t no fun in it when you’re not watching.’ ‘Oh so this is all for me?’ she smirked. ‘Well I’m not doing it for my health,’ he quipped as he leaned down to kiss her quickly. She allowed him to but he didn’t miss how abruptly she pulled away her eyes darting to the door.

‘What?’ Elvis said, Addison frowned. ‘Nothing,’ she lied. ‘Addie,’ he said warningly. ‘What if someone sees?’ she asked biting her lip. ‘They won’t. Red won’t let anyone in the house,’ he said though she still didn’t look convinced, ‘that’s not all is it?’ ‘It’s just…Marci got me worried,’ she admitted. ‘About what?’ he asked. ‘That we’re y’know…obvious,’ she said sheepishly. ‘Nah,’ Elvis said stroking her cheek when her worry didn’t shift, ‘the boys would’ve told me if anyone was saying anything and besides I’ve practically been a boy scout these past few days.’ ‘Oh sure,’ Addison snorted. ‘Hey, if you knew how many times I wanted to grab you and kiss you you’d know how restrained I’ve been,’ Elvis said. ‘Maybe that’s the problem,’ Addison said making him look at her confused. ‘You lost me,’ Elvis said.

‘I don’t know…’she sighed, ‘I get we have to be careful, and I don’t wanna tell anyone yet either…’ ‘But?’ Elvis said ‘But I’d like a minute just us. One when we’re not wondering who’s gonna come through the door or if someone might see us…y’know? I mean we can’t even have a proper first date and I know it’s better this way but… I guess I’m torn.’ ‘Between shouting it from the rooftops to keeping it to ourselves?’ Elvis asked. Addison looked at him with a sad smile as she nodded gently. ‘Yeah,’ she said, ‘you get it right?’ ‘I get it, I do and believe me I want nothing more than to show you off…we just gotta wait a little. For when the-’ ‘The times right I know,’ Addison said with a smile. Elvis watched her as the cogs turned in his mind trying to get an idea into place. She could see him mulling it over but before she could ask Elvis said, ‘leave it with me.’ ‘What?’ she asked confused. Before he could respond there was movement outside the door making Elvis drop his hands from her waist, moving across the kitchen as Marty came in. The distance they had put between themselves seemed to be enough of a cover as Marty didn’t even seem to notice they’d been talking.

‘Hey Addie, Marci said you were getting some sodas for us?’ he said coming towards her. ‘Yeah why don’t you help me. I don’t think I can carry everything,’ she said smiling at Elvis sympathetically as their conversation came to an end. Elvis returned it though as he headed to the door he looked at her, throwing her a wink as he mouthed, ‘trust me.’   With that he ducked out of the door leaving her with Marty who had gone to the fridge and started pulling things out. As she loaded a tray with drinks and snacks she couldn’t help but ponder what he was on about.

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‘Stop pacin’ would ya,’ Red grumbled, ‘you’re gonna wear a hole in the carpet.’ ‘I’m nervous, sue me,’ Elvis said snarkily though he did slow down his redirecting his nervous energy into one foot which he used to nudge the edge of the bed skirt beside Red’s legs. ‘It’ll be fine,’ Red said, ‘I mean we’ve thought it through to the Nth degree-’ ‘But-’ ‘And no matter how it ends up she’ll love it whatever,’ he interrupted, standing up from Elvis’ bed before adding in an Addison-esque voice, ‘oh Elvis you shouldn’t have.’ ‘Shut up,’ Elvis smirked, shoving him hard. Red took up a defensive stance to which Elvis immediately responded. They were facing off, palms bared to one another ready to attack. Red dove forward to tackle his friend but Elvis was quicker and took him around his middle, knocking him off balance, though as Red headed towards the floor he swung his leg out taking Elvis’s feet from under him meaning they ended up collapsed in a heap on the carpet.

‘That was a dirty tackle,’ Elvis said as he pulled off his friend’s body. When he looked up though he found Addison in the doorway watching them both amusedly. ‘I’m sorry am I interrupting?’ she giggled as Elvis leapt up, smoothing out his shirt and pants as he came towards her. ‘Nah,’ he said, ‘only interrupting Red stupidly thinking he could get a jump on me.’ ‘So you’re gonna pretend your ass wasn’t just on the ground?’ Red said as he climbed up off the floor too, straightening himself out. ‘Barely and like I said it was a dirty move,’ Elvis said. ‘Sure it was. He loses one time and he resorts to blatant lies,’ Red said looking at Addison and shaking his head in mock annoyance. ‘You wanna go again?’ Elvis said putting his hands back up. ‘Nah, I wouldn’t wanna embarrass you in front of your girl,’ Red said, ‘what do you think Addie? Think I could take him?’   ‘I think if you two don’t stop bickering like an old married couple we’re not gonna get anywhere at all,’ she said with a smile. ‘Avoiding the question,’ Red mused. ‘No, she just knows I could kick your ass,’ Elvis retorted. ‘Hmm sure,’ Red said continuing to tease his friend. Elvis shoved him through the door into the hallway following him as he went. As Red headed downstairs and out of view Elvis stopped and grabbed Addison by the elbow so he could spin her towards him and press a tender kiss on her lips making a tingle run through her entire body.

Since Sunday they hadn’t managed to spend much time together but he had assured her that come the weekend he would make it up to her with a date night. She knew it wasn’t going to be exactly like the date night she envisioned but it was out of the house and with as few people as possible which was better than nothing. Having other people around meant it was less conspicuous than being on their own. Getting spotted by fans whilst out and alone together was one thing but getting spotted by reporters? All hell would break loose.

As they headed downstairs she realised that whilst she knew who was coming with them she didn’t know what they were actually doing so she said, ‘where are we going?’

Elvis looked at her for a moment, contemplating whether or not to tell her before he smirked and said, ‘you’ll see.’ ‘Oh come on,’ she grumbled. ‘Uh, uh,’ he said. They were outside now and Red was waiting in the El Dorado, the engine echoing a gentle chug around the desolate grounds. Elvis walked down towards it and opened the rear door for her which she walked towards but when she got there she stopped looking at him expectantly. ‘Not even a hint?’ she asked. Elvis shook his head making her sigh, ‘fine, but if it’s something dumb Red won’t be the only one tackling you tonight.’ ‘That I can get on board with,’ Elvis smiled. Addison climbed inside and he shut the door behind her, opting to sit in the front seat before Red headed down the vast drive towards the gates which were busier than usual since it was nearly the weekend. School was out and the kids of Memphis found themselves with nothing better to do than to clammer around the gates waiting for a glimpse of Elvis. As they opened people crowded around and Elvis rolled his window down so he could talk to them and Addison shrunk back in her seat. Being in the back meant she was virtually unnoticeable, a fly on the wall, but the flashes of the cameras were enough to make her nervous. She just hoped no one was paying attention to her.

It seemed to take longer than usual today though she wondered if he was taking his time on purpose in the hopes of deterring some of the fans from following them wherever they were headed. Eventually Red told him they needed to get a move on and Elvis offered his apologies to the downtrodden fans who were still left waiting, hoping for a morsel of his attention. As Red and Elvis chatted Addison watched as the throng of people disintegrated into the backdrop of Memphis as she tried to figure out where she was being led. They weren’t going the right way for the Memphian or the roller rink, the latter of which was something she thanked her lucky stars for. She had made an extra effort tonight and she doubted a pair of clunky skates were going to accentuate her look. Downtown came and went meaning they weren’t headed for Beale Street either. Whilst she rattled her brain trying to think of where they were going Elvis glanced back at her and chuckled.

‘You’re gonna give yourself a stoke from thinking that hard,’ Elvis said. ‘Well if someone wouldn’t keep secrets,’ she challenged. ‘No need to,’ Elvis said gesturing to the enormous billboard approaching on her side of the car that read ‘Bellevue Drive-In Movie Theater’. As Red pulled into the vast lot she looked around. It was only half full of cars and to one side of it were a couple of makeshift buildings that seemed to be for refreshments and bathrooms but the rest of it was barren except for a large screen directly ahead of them. They were stopped as they entered so a surly teenager could ask for the admittance fee but he didn’t keep them long and soon enough Red was headed down a long line of cars pulling in beside a familiar white one. Sonny was leaning against it, cigarette in hand though he stubbed it out on the floor as they pulled in. As Red parked up and climbed out to head to him Elvis looked over the bench at her.

‘What do you think?’ he asked. ‘I love it,’ she said with a smile. ‘I know they’re nearby and I’m sure I saw a couple of cars follow us here from the house so we’ve gotta be careful but we’re somewhat alone…’ ‘Elvis I love it,’ she reiterated making him smile. ‘Good,’ he said clambering over the seat until he was sitting on the bench beside her, ‘now we just gotta figure out how to get something to eat without being spotted.’

After some debating Addison and Sonny volunteered to go and get refreshments and as they walked down the valley between the cars Elvis watched them go until they’d disappeared out of sight. He tried to ignore the niggle of jealousy inside him as he watched her laughing and joking with his friend. After all he wasn’t jealous of them because he knew they were nothing but friends but still the situation stung. It wasn’t fair. He wished he could do things as simple as that with her. To not have to worry about who might see and what they might say. Why was it so hard when being with her felt as natural as breathing to him? He longed to show her off. To say screw you to his critics, his fans…the Colonel and yet he couldn’t.

‘You alright man?’ Red said from where he was leaning against the door of the car, having a smoke. ‘I’m good,’ Elvis said. Red nodded and flicked his cigarette onto the floor trying to seem as casual as he could though Elvis could tell he was scouting around and assessing the situation. Since Red had elected to park at the edge of the lot they were mostly out of the way of prying eyes and the Lincoln added an extra layer of security too blocking them from view even more. It also didn’t hurt that there was a winter chill in the air meaning there were fewer people out tonight which would make their plan for later easier.

As Addison and Sonny reappeared Red headed towards the Lincoln as planned followed by Sonny once he and Addison had divided up their spoils. She climbed into the back of the car to find Elvis sitting there waiting for her.

‘I didn’t know what you wanted so I got you a hot dog,’ she said offering him the foil parcel. ‘Thanks,’ he said taking it from her. She sat beside him but didn’t face him and instead looked out towards the screen. As Elvis tucked into his food she sat there, suddenly unsure of how to act. They were alone now but the thought of someone seeing them was still there not to mention she could feel the occasional glances from Sonny and Red which only added to her nerves. She couldn’t believe it. After longing for this she felt out of place, like it was harder somehow. Even when they were just friends they were closer than this now it felt stiff and formal.

After scarfing his hot dog down he looked up and seemed to notice her apprehension though it was obvious from the way she was picking at her own food instead of eating. In an effort to make her feel more at ease he casually threw his arm on the back of the seat, his fingers rubbing gentle circles on her shoulder. That seemed to settle her, even more so as the movie started and the floodlights that were illuminating the lot turned off plunging the theatre into almost pitch black. She could barely see who was who in the Lincoln which reassured her as there was no way anyone would be able to make them out from a few cars away and as the film rolled on she relaxed, her hand migrating to Elvis’ thigh which he noted immediately especially when she turned to rest her body against him, her head on his shoulder.

He couldn’t believe how ‘proper’ it all was given that before now if he’d been caught at a drive-in movie you could bet he would’ve been found doing a lot more than just cosying up to a girl. But this was how it had been for the past couple of weeks. When she was in his arms he wanted nothing more than to be with her in their entirety but he couldn’t bring himself to do so. She wasn’t a fan he had picked up or one of the ladies the boys procured up for him. She was beyond that. His love. His entire heart. His best friend.

She was pure. Perfect. He couldn’t treat her like she was one of the girls he dated before. Yet it was hard especially now as the strawberry scent of her shampoo wafted into his nostrils or when he caught a glimpse of the way the screen light illuminated the curve of her chest in her low-cut dress. Elvis felt that yearn in his belly once more. After that, he couldn’t pay much attention to the movie. He had been thinking of her thumb and how it was rubbing gently against his thigh unknowingly driving him wild and by the time the film wrapped up, he doubted he would’ve been able to tell anyone what the plot of it had been. Still, as the credits rolled and she turned to smile at him he pretended to enjoy it all the same.

‘I’m gonna go use the bathroom, okay?’ she said as they climbed out of the car. As she smoothed out her dress he balled his fists by his side, resisting the urge to touch her. To hold her hand, pull her in close. Anything really. ‘Want me to walk you?’ he asked making her heart flutter, always the gentleman. ‘Nah I’m good,’ she said patting him on the arm, ‘I’ll not be long, okay?’ ‘M’kay,’ he said.

Addison made her way quietly down the aisle between the cars towards the dingy portacabin labelled ‘Ladies’. It wasn’t very busy which meant she didn’t have to linger in the dank stall for long though as she washed her hands and checked her appearance, she couldn’t help but find her mind wandering. Tonight had been nice and once she’d relaxed she’d immensely enjoyed being cuddled up to Elvis though she couldn’t help but think about…more. She had no doubt that there was a time for him when visiting a drive-in movie didn’t mean actually watching a movie. A time when it wouldn’t matter who saw what but with her he seemed shy. No, not shy reserved. Like she was going to break.

But she knew that wasn’t true. She wanted him. In every sense of the word. She longed to know what his touch felt like on her skin not just over her clothes. She yearned to feel his hot kisses on places other than her neck. As a pretty blonde girl came into the bathroom she snapped out of her thoughts, blushing though she had no idea why. She even considered splashing her face with water to try and dim the bright red glow she was sure she was sporting but eventually decided the against it.

When she got back to the cars Red was standing outside the driver’s side door of the car they had come in but as she approached he shook his head and pointed to the Lincoln. Addison’s brows knitted together but she obeyed him and headed to the passenger side of the Lincoln and climbed inside expecting to see Sonny but Elvis was sitting in the driver’s seat. Suddenly the Cadillac they had been in sprang to life and started making its way out of the lot. Elvis waited for a few cars to move out, putting some distance between them before he started up the car and started to move out.

‘What’s going on?’ she asked. ‘Well you wanted to be alone, right?’ Elvis said as if it were obvious. ‘Yeah,’ Addison asked not knowing where he was headed. ‘So they’re leaving us alone,’ he said as they pulled out of the lot, heading in the opposite direction from which they came, ‘and hopefully taking the fans that followed us here with them back to the house.’ ‘So what we find a secluded spot somewhere?’ she asked with a giggle. ‘Honey I’ve got something much better in mind,’ Elvis said. ‘I take it you’re not gonna tell me that either huh?’ she asked. ‘And spoil my fun of watching you pout like a six-year-old?’ Elvis challenged. ‘I do not,’ she protested. ‘Sure you don’t,’ Elvis said rolling his eyes, ‘actually, you’re right. It’s a bit better actually. I remember when you wouldn’t pout and just held your breath until you got what you wanted.’ ‘And who was teasing me then I wonder?’ she challenged. ‘Was it my fault you were so easy to mess with?’ Elvis said placing his hand on his chest as if he was shocked at her accusations of him being in the wrong. ‘At least I can’t tattle on you to my Daddy anymore,’ she said, ‘though carry on and I might just tell your mama.’ ‘Like you’ve ever needed any help holding your own,’ he smirked. Addison smiled thinking of those early days. They were never apart. She followed him around like a puppy and though he like spending time with her he was older than her which often led to relentless teasing.

‘Remember that time fourth of July barbecue we had?’ she said as a memory flashed into mind, ‘when you, Billy and Gene decided to play target practice with my dolls on the fence. I never did get that China one’s face fixed.’ ‘Your daddy didn’t even have to tell me off for that one you tore me a new one good and proper,’ he said. ‘You deserved it,’ she giggled. ‘I remember Joe’s face. He didn’t even seem mad at me just sorry for me,’ Elvis chuckled. Addison smiled too though it didn’t match Elvis’ mirth which made him panic, ‘I’m sorry I didn’t mean to upset you.’ ‘You didn’t. I just…’ she started unsurely, ‘I never get to talk about him y’know? Sometimes it’s like I’m the only one who remember he existed.’ ‘I remember, we all do,’ Elvis said placing a hand on her knee reassuringly for a moment. ‘I know but it’s just different… if you get me? I mean it was just us for such a long time, we were all each other had. Good stuff and bad. And thinking of one tends to lead to thinking of the other so most of the time…I don’t,’ she said honestly, ‘is that bad?’ ‘No it’s not bad,’ Elvis said, ‘c’mere.’

Addison nodded and slid towards him, cosying into him. He wrapped an arm around her tightly. They drove in silence for a moment with Elvis peeking down at her every so often until he mumbled, ‘you know if you ever wanna talk about him you can right?’ ‘I know,’ Addison said gently. ‘Cause I’d hate to think you’re dealing with all this stuff on your own,’ Elvis said. ‘I’m not,’ she said quietly, ‘I’ve got you.’ ‘Lord help you,’ he joked making her giggle, ‘I mean it though…any time you wanna talk or remember I’ll listen. I mean I know I won’t get it, I mean not really, but I’ll try.’ ‘I hope you don’t have to,’ she said earnestly. ‘But if it was me. Dodger, daddy, my mama…I don’t think I’d cope if I didn’t talk about them. I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to but I don’t want you holding it in because you’re worried no one cares,’ he said she stayed quiet for a beat, contemplating his words before she nodded against him. ‘I guess I need to be a little more open huh?’ she asked. ‘Maybe a tad,’ Elvis said, ‘you’ve got a lot better though. I mean Addie in August would’ve told me to screw off.’ ‘Addie in August wouldn’t have ever dreamed we’d be here,’ she said.

Elvis contemplated her words a little but then he was forced to focus as he turned off the road and into a parking lot behind a tall building. Addison sat up as they entered it, looking around for some kind of sign of where they were.  It was dark and dingy with dumpsters piled up on the sidewalk which wasn’t what Addison was expecting but Elvis didn’t bat an eyelid. He climbed out and made his way round to open her door holding her hand as he led her to the back door of the building which he unlocked with a key that she was surprised to find was on his set of car keys. It was nicer inside than out. The downstairs housed a set of stairs to one side and a corridor full of doors on the other. She followed him as he started to climb the stairs without a word until they were at least two flights up and on their own corridor. As they stopped outside an old wooden door, number 29, Elvis dropped her hand so he could unlock and open it, flicking lights on as he went inside, followed by a confused Addison. It was an apartment, cosy and cute. The living room and kitchen were adjoined and down a small hallway was a couple more rooms. Addison stayed by the door watching Elvis as he turned on lamps and then headed to the back wall of the living room which was covered by a bookshelf. Upon it was a record player and Elvis started going through the stack of records at the side of it until he noticed her silence and turned to find her still lingering by the door.

‘Are you gonna stand there all night?’ he chuckled. ‘Where are we?’ she asked. ‘Why don’t you look for yourself,’ he said jerking his head towards the window that was on the opposite side of the room. She headed over and peeked out. There was a small lawn out front up to a sidewalk on a familiar street and just across the way, peeping out behind the trees, was Graceland. Addison turned around to look at him. ‘This is…’ she said trying to work it out. ‘The apartment I lease,’ Elvis said. ‘The one my mom stayed in?’ she asked. She had only seen it from the outside, her mother opting to keep her busy in an attempt to buy her affection rather than spend any actual quality time with her. Elvis placed a record on the player and dropped the needle allowing a quiet and calm tune to play out into the air as he meandered towards her, wrapping his arms around her.

‘I prefer to think of it as my apartment,’ Elvis chuckled, ‘but sure.’ ‘Why are we here?’ she asked though she was hoping she already knew the answer to that. ‘So we can have a moment alone,’ he smiled. ‘Is that right?’ she giggled. ‘I told you to leave it with me,’ he said leaning down to peck her on the lips. ‘So the different cars. Red and Sonny. All this to get us a moment together?’ she asked making his smile dim a little. ‘Are you mad?’ he asked. ‘No,’ she said, ‘it’s just weird.’ ‘How so?’ he frowned. ‘I mean us. It feels natural like it shouldn’t be any other way, right?’ she asked. Elvis nodded. ‘Like breathing,’ he agreed. ‘And yet all of this just to get a moment alone it just seems…unfair,’ she said. ‘It won’t always be like this,’ he said, ‘someday we can be together. Properly. Without anyone weighing in on or telling us we can’t. This is just for now okay.’

Addison pondered it for a moment and then nodded. Elvis flicked the curtains closed and kissed her leading her to the couch where he pulled her onto his lap. Addison leaned into it, both of them full of want and need as his hands skimmed her sides, his mouth kissing down her jaw and neck. She could feel him against her inner thigh straining against the thin material of his slacks. It made her burn with desire and emblazoned her courage as her hand made its way southward fiddling with his belt. However, as she tried to undo it Elvis pulled back and stopped her.

‘Addie,’ he murmured quietly. ‘What?’ she asked, ‘don’t you want to?’ ‘Of course I do,’ he said stroking her face tenderly, ‘but if I start I won’t be able to stop.’ ‘So don’t stop,’ she said leaning in to kiss him. He allowed her to, but it wasn’t as meaningful as before which caused worry to bubble through her. She pulled back nervously, refusing to look at him. Elvis sighed.

‘Ads,’ he said. When she didn’t look at him he turned her chin so she would. Her hazel eyes met his though reluctantly, ‘Addie it’s not that I don’t want to it’s just…we can’t.’ ‘Why not?’ she asked. ‘Because it’s not…right,’ he said, ‘it’s not proper.’ ‘When have you ever done anything properly,’ she challenged making him sigh again. ‘Maybe but this I wanna do right. You’re too special to me to just-’ he said stumbling over his words as he tried to figure out how to say it. ‘But you have with other girls,’ she said pathetically as she felt her self-consciousness creeping in. ‘They weren’t you. I didn’t love them like I love you. I wanna make sure this is right because I love you. Do you understand that?’ he said watching her concerned expression nervously. Addison bit her lip. He continued, ‘I could steamroller into this like I have before and it could ruin everything. I mean isn’t that why we’re taking our time anyway. Enjoying the time we have together. Hell, I damn near took out a covert mission just to get you alone.’

At his joke, her face softened into a slight smirk which made the worry inside him lessen even though she didn’t seem completely on board just yet.

‘It’s not because I don’t love you, honey,’ he said quietly. ‘Feels like it,’ she grumbled. ‘Well it’s not,’ he said forcefully hoping she’d see he was telling the truth, ‘I want you. More than you know. But I wanna do it right.’ ‘And when’s that going to be?’ she asked. Elvis felt the urge to say ‘when we’re married’ but he stopped himself. That was what he wanted to say. He knew he didn’t want anyone else, that she was it for him. For the rest of his life. But even so, they had only been together two weeks he didn’t need to spook her. ‘I’ll know,’ he said. ‘And until then?’ she asked ‘Being with you is all I need,’ he said. Addison contemplated it for a moment and then nodded swivelling herself until she was cradled in his arms her fingers playing with the buttons on his shirt. There was a moment when neither of them spoke, just mulling over their conversation, listening to each other breathing and the crooning of Perry Como behind them. Eventually, she cleared her throat.

‘Okay,’ she said. ‘Hmm?’ Elvis mumbled as she pulled out from the crook of his neck. ‘Okay. You want to wait I can respect that but I’m telling you now that I don’t,’ she said. Elvis looked as if he wanted to say something but she silenced him with a single look. He could tell the cogs had been whirring in her head and he knew better than to interrupt her when she had something to say. ‘I want you, Elvis. I want us to be together in every sense of the word. You think about proper and fine I get that, but that doesn’t matter to me. I’ve never had proper before. This,’ she said gesturing between the pair of them, ‘this is what feels proper to me. It feels right and I want to enjoy all of it. Okay?’ Elvis nodded, ‘so what are you saying?’ ‘That we can wait. For now,’ she said, ‘but don’t be thinking that a ring on my hand is going to make us anymore us. Just…listen to your heart. I’m sure it’ll tell you when.’ ‘I’m sure you’re right,’ he said as she nuzzled back into him evidently satisfied with the point she had made. He pondered it for a moment. Maybe she had a point. Their romance wasn’t exactly orthodox and it wasn’t as though he didn’t intend to marry her. One day the time would be right and he’d know it.

‘She’s got you wrapped around her little finger,’ his brain whispered to him making him smile. His head was right. One conversation and his beliefs had been moulded to something a little less formal. How she did it he didn’t know she just had an effect on him, a way of flipping everything he knew on its head, and he couldn’t pretend he didn’t love it. He also couldn’t pretend that his views weren’t also being altered by the fact her fingers were teasing gently circles on his chest as she nuzzled into his neck. Elvis cleared his throat.

‘You’re not gonna make this easy for me, are you?’ he said, feeling her smile against him. ‘Not a chance.’

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[drizzitwrites]

Football RPF Challenge - Day 9: Cuddling

I’m officially renaming today’s prompt as “We started out on a short, simple, straightforward journey and ended up somewhere I never even meant to pass through on the way to our destination that is also NOWHERE near our destination, but whatever, it’s a nice place so I guess we’re just here now.”

Today's prompt was supposed to feature cuddling. This one should have been remarkably easy, or at least it seemed so on the surface before I actually started writing anything.

Basically, the plan for today was a short spin-off scene that may or may not actually get used in the fic it's intended for (but could get posted later as a related work maybe?) of Vincent's injury recovery and Christian cuddling up with him on the sofa instead of going to dinner with friends because Vincent’s been sleeping in a separate room to keep from waking Christian up and Christian misses him.

That is.......not what I wrote.

I mean, don’t get me wrong, I could get back there given some more time, but I took 1.5 hours to write what I have because I did that thing where I started a scene and then accidentally slid into a flashback (about things that happened like FIVE HOURS EARLIER, WTF, Drizz?). I thought about fixing it once I got back from the appointment I had to leave for, or at least finishing the scene and writing until we got to the point where Christian was actually there cuddling up with Vincent on the sofa, because (and I cannot stress the word *shouldn’t* enough here) it shouldn’t take much more to get us there. 

BUT! I have things to do and would like to spend time with my SO, etc. so I decided to just post this as is. It doesn’t adhere to the prompt AT ALL, but there’s an object lesson here:

Sometimes writing is like this. Sometimes you sit down at the computer with a brilliantly clear idea of what you’re planning to write that day. You know everything that’s supposed to happen in the scene and you know the players and you know the motivations and you know all the things you are supposed to know and then...it doesn’t go that way.

And usually that’s frustrating, especially when what comes of it isn’t good or useful or taking you anywhere and you just feel like you had this plan and instead you couldn’t execute it and ended up with a bunch of worthless words and wasted hours. BUT! Sometimes it takes you to a place you didn’t think of, but you’re like...THIS SCENE THAT I HAD NO INTENTION OF CREATING HAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL AND I WANT TO EXPAND ON IT AND MAKE IT ITS OWN THING.

Basically, when your writing takes you someplace you never meant to go, you have to ask yourself:

1. Is this place somewhere I actually *want* to be and thereby worth exploring more? Should I keep going down this path a bit further?

2. Is it okay that we detour through here on the way back to the main plot? Should I finish out this scene and then figure out a way to steer us back on course?

3. Is this NOT AT ALL where I want to be and I’m just going to pretend all this writing didn’t happen and start over, following the plan? (If yes, don’t delete what you did, just put it in a separate “for later” doc, because, who knows, maybe that place you went will work just fine in another story or will turn into a story of its own someday).

Explore those tangents, friends. Because no path explored is made of wasted steps or something equally profound that makes more sense.

Vincent shifted a bit as he heard the unmistakable sound of Christian's garage door sliding closed, followed a minute later by the slight creak the inside door made as it swung open. Was it that late, already?

Christian had left earlier that morning, Vincent only half-awake and still mostly delirious from his 6:00 am dose of pain medication. Vincent vaguely remembered a cool hand smoothing the hair back from his forehead and Christian's soft lips pressing a kiss to his temple.

"I'm off to training, Liefje," he'd said, his voice soft and low, as though he were afraid to rouse Vincent from his near-constant sleep. "I left you some fruit and toast, although it might be cold by the time you get to it, sorry. Someone will be here later to check if you need anything, okay? I love you. I'll be back as soon as I can."

Vincent didn't recall what he'd mumbled in response, or if it had been even marginally coherent. He'd slipped back into a fitful sleep before he'd even heard the door click shut behind Christian.

Christian, in defiance of everyone's advice, had insisted on staying home from training for the past few days so he could help Vincent with his recovery. Vincent hadn't minded, of course; it had been nice to have someone around to bring him food and glasses of water and, much to Vincent's extreme embarrassment, help him down the corridor to the toilet. Still, the Premier League season was only just underway and with so many of Christian's teammates newly back to training after the World Cup and several others out with injuries or international duties, Christian's presence in the squad was even more critical than usual.

Somehow, he'd managed to convince Pochettino to let him have three days of leave ahead of their match with Manchester United the following Monday, and today had been his first day back following Vincent's surgery.

He hadn't expected to miss Christian much while he was gone for the day--it wasn't as if Vincent did much of anything besides crashing in and out of fitful sleep in-between his doses of painkillers--but it seemed he'd gotten rather used to Christian rushing to his side whenever Vincent made the slightest commotion.

Toby's wife, Shani, had turned up around midday, bearing gifts of salad and selection of sandwiches. She didn't look in much better condition to make the trek up and down Christian's stairs as she went to refill Vincent's gathering of water bottles and exchanged the dishes left behind from his light breakfast. She was due to give birth any day now, and Vincent wasn't at all sure she needed to be prioritising his care over her own, but she'd waved away his protests.

"This is the first time I've left the house in days," she'd said with a laugh. "Don't get me wrong, I think after today I might be happy to stay shut up indoors with my feet up until all of this is over, but it's nice to have a change of scenery for a time."

Vincent had shifted around on the sofa, attempting to prop himself up into a sitting position so Shani could sit down. She'd done her best to lean over and straighten the pillows behind him, but Vincent had shooed her away.

"No sense you hurting yourself," Vincent had told her. "I can only imagine what Toby would say if he found out if something happened on account of you helping me. Besides, I'm not sure either of us would be in a position to help the other if we both end up falling over or something."

Shani had let out a giggle at that, but she held up her hands and let Vincent struggle through rearranging himself until he was scooted into a sort of half-slouch against the corner and arm of the sofa, leaving half a cushion free for her to settle in.

They'd stayed that way for nearly two hours, talking and laughing as they caught up on everything they'd both been up to in the months since they'd last seen one another. For all that Vincent and Toby had always held one another at a distance, he and Shani had fallen into amiable companionship from the beginning. She was lighthearted and kind and Vincent had always found her easy to talk to. It didn't surprise him that she'd been the one to volunteer to come by and check on him while Christian was away at training, despite her rather advanced pregnancy.

After the fifth time Vincent had nodded off while she was speaking, she levered herself off the sofa and began gathering up the remnant cutlery and containers from their lunch.

"Don't..." Vincent started, a yawn swallowing away the rest of his words. "I mean...leave it all. Christian can clear it up when he gets home. I need to make the long trek down the hallway to the WC anyway, so I'll at least, I don't know, push it all into a pile with one of my crutches or something."

"I should help," Shani said, staggering a bit as she tried to shift her wait to help Vincent to a standing position.

Vincent held up a hand. "No, thanks. Really. I appreciate the offer, but...I'm not sure we're the sort of friends who help one another go to the toilet."

"Fair enough," Shani said with a laugh. "But I should at least stay until you're back and settled."

Vincent shook his head. "At the rate this process usually goes it will be at least another hour. Plus, as we established, if one of us falls down there's not much the other can do. We'd just end up having to call someone to help lift us both off the floor of Christian's hallway."

They both gave a laugh at that thought--two of them flopped side-by-side against the floorboards until they managed to ring up someone to help them up.

"Alright," Shani said at last, her full cheeks pink with laughter. "But you'd better not fall. Christian will never let me hear the end of it if he comes home to find you laying there and me nowhere in sight."

"I'll take all the blame, I promise," Vincent said.

He turned slowly, dropping his good leg off the sofa and onto the floor, then leaning forward to lift the other--still encased in an immobilising cast. Shani grabbed his crutches from where they were propped against the door and held them out towards Vincent so he could use them to push himself up off the sofa.

The whole process was awkward, and Vincent had to give up and crash back down to the cushions once before he managed to get the angle right, but he eventually ended up in a standing position, cool plastic of the crutches wrapped around his forearm, his bad leg bent behind him so his foot could rest on the sofa.

"Thank you again for coming by. I appreciate you taking the time, especially when you should be at home yourself."

"I had to come by. It's the only way I will get to see you since you never come along with Christian when he visits."

"It's..." Vincent started.

"When you're feeling well enough, please come by. I hope by then that I can introduce you to my daughter."

Vincent couldn't help but give her a smile at this.

He shifted his weight so he could press air-kisses to her cheeks--right, then left, then right again. "How could I say no when you ask me that way?"

"So I'll see you soon?"

"Of course. I hope everything goes well. With the birth, I mean. I look forward to meeting her."

Shani flashed him a wide smile, then turned to make her way slowly out the door and down the steps. Vincent followed after her, crutches creaking and thudding as he moved. He hovered at the top of the stairs, waiting until she was out of sight and he heard the click of the door and the soft clunk of the key turning in the latch before he turned to make the long trek down the hallway.

#football rpf #30-day writing challenge #fic writing challenge #30-day football rpf challenge #football rpf challenge #christian eriksen x vincent janssen #(sort of) #writing #november writing #drizzit writes #I wish I could say this was an out-of-the-ordinary tangent #but it's actually super reflective of my writing #like...well I meant to write this but I guess we're here now #do we want to be here or no?

[drop-the-not]

Drop the Not! Author Claims are Still Open

Hey amazing people!

Oral not!fic submissions have officially closed for this year's Drop the Not! but author claims are currently open for another week until 11 April.

This year, we have 12 not!fics submitted as prompts and are waiting for some lovely authors to swing by, claim them, and write a fic inspired by the not!fic that is at least 1000 words in length. Full rules on all that are here, and you can find the not!fics to be claimed at our AO3 collection here.

This year, we have not!fics in the following fandoms, so if you or anyone you know wants to try their hand at writing a fic for said fandoms, this is a great way to get a quick prompt and write something fun !

Hades (video game 2018)

Men's Football RPF

Men's Hockey RPF

Star Wars: The Book of Boba Fett

Star Wars: The Mandalorian

Star Wars Original Trilogy

Star Wars Legends: Knights of the Old Republic

Star Wars: Rebels

Tennis RPF

The Untamed

The Witcher

Go forth and claim not!fics!!!

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[footie-springfling]

Unlike in previous years, the Football RPF Spring Fling 2019 will be a WIP Amnesty round!

How does it work?

From now until June 30th, the 2019 Spring Fling AO3 Collection will be open for any and all of your Football RPF WIPs. There will be no sign-ups, claims, or assignments.  On May 4th, a list of Prompt Offers will be made public for fellow participants to see what’s being worked on if you want to submit encouragement for a particular idea, but there won’t be claims or assignments this round. The collection will remain unrevealed, but not anonymous, until reveals on June 30th.

Because this is a WIP Amnesty round, some of the regular rules do not apply: - works do not have to meet length minimums - creators will choose which prompts they’d like to write, rather than have them assigned to them - you may choose to gift your work to someone, but it’s not required - ideas you’ve claimed or talked about in namespace are eligible - you can use any fics you submit to fulfill another challenge

When the collection closes, a masterlist of all submitted works will be created and circulated as in previous years.

All players—men and women! current and retired!— teams, and managers are eligible.

Questions?

Feel free to message the mods or send us an email at [email protected]

Roll Call!

While there won’t be official sign-ups, if you plan on participating, please submit your name and proposed fics here. This way you’ll be sure to get any updates, and there will be a namespace version of the Prompt Offers list for everyone to see what you’re working on. 

Please reblog to spread the word!

#footie-springfling #football rpf #fic challenge #art challenge

[footballchallenge]

Linearity not your thing? You can join the challenge by following our FLUFF, ANGST or FOOTBALL themed lists. Or you can WRITE YOUR OWN LIST. LINK TO THE AO3 COLLECTION.

#30 day challenge #30 Day Writing Challenge #30 day challenge lists #football challenge #football rpf #footballchallenge #linear challenge