#⚘—letters to ei

[meiieiri]

WATER’S EDGE 4 | SNEAK PEEK

[shesadollette]

❝ Gosh, How I Wish I Could Just Murder Him! ❞

꒰ ⨾ ꒱ Total word count: 2,067 words

᪥⚘ Taglist: @raiha-storm65557, @linsyfelisyya

(guys i finally finished the 1950s piece lmao my eyes r dead and it has a slight angst ending sooooo 😍🫶)

He coughed bitterly into his black coffee upon hearing that statement and laid the cup down with a loud thud, thick brows furrowing and his bloodshot eyes painted in disbelief. “Y-you wish to… what?” The last word came out in a higher pitch than he intended.

The slender figure seated in front of him merely sighed helplessly and folded her arms on the surface of the weary old desk, frowning down.

“You heard me the first time, officer,” her sweet and airy voice veiled with thick devastation. “I don’t have much time, the… the higher-ups are probably looking for me. I want you to keep this matter concealed. Nobody else shall know about this, at least not as quick as the newspaper headlines in the making. I sure do hope not.”

“You can trust me, miss. What is said here, stays here. I assure you that confidentiality plays a key role.”

Albeit there was not a single soul in the room, she leaned in slightly and tenderly spoke, he caught a whiff of her floral scent, “I’ve gotten myself into a pickle. You see… I’ve been robbed by a God knows who heading over to God knows where. You are the first and last person I can trust to help me find the culprit.” She slumped back on the chair and crossed her arms, pouting. “I was heading home from another casting when it all happened. Oh, how I wish I could just snatch all my riches right then and there, you surely have no idea how much this means to me and my reputation!” her voice trembling as she rambled her concerns, exasperated.

“Miss, please don’t choke. I would like you to try taking deep breaths and once you are more relaxed, you can lay it all on me properly, yes? Deep breaths, can you do that for me?”

He eyed her warily. A felt pillbox sat atop her gorgeous long blonde curls that would dance everytime she moved. Baby blue eyes that usually danced and cherry-red lips that would playfully pout on dollish features plastered on posters and billboards looked vehemently ashen. Instead of her usual glamorous skirts and gowns, she was in a humble-looking woolen coat with minimal jewelry. Was she trying to stay undercover?

Is it really her? he wondered silently. Her past image definitely juxtaposed the bombshell sitting before him. After four years, one of America’s underground heroes—now a Hollywood star—was frantic in front of the former criminal—now a policeman—pleading for his aid. What were the odds?

He chewed on his tobacco pipe before taking it out of his mouth.

“Are you really Amy Bridgetts?”

“Miranda Béa Hofferson. I think I didn’t make myself clear the first time. You may address me as Ms. Hofferson.”

He blinked, gently reminding himself that the name “Amy Bridgetts” was merely the star’s name chosen by the studio and merely a persona.

“Apologies, Mira—I-I mean, Ms. Hofferson.” He grimaced momentarily, stuck with the nickname he used to call her long ago. “What about your lover? Why didn’t you bring him here? Surely, he could’ve aided by being an eyewitness—”

“We’re in a sham relationship, Randy Dearie. It’s all merely a facade: to build our image to the public eye. Surely, you couldn’t have been fooled so easily, could you? I wrote letters to you in full detail about it; in fact, I used to write to you very frequently yet you rarely ever write back. It’s either the mailman’s error or I reckon that perhaps you are merely uninterested in hearing about the life of a star.”

“Uh…” he lowered his eyes, feeling guilty as charged. He did in fact read them, word by word, admiring how she had painted her glorious life in the showbiz and how she had draped herself in diamonds and expensive jewels now that she had retired being a hero. He had stored them safely in a cupboard, occasionally rereading them again, never thinking of disposing of them and yet…

“I… well, you know, duty calls. I tend to sort my letters from the most urgent ones to the trivial ones to read some time later. And not to mention, I had other pressing matters to attend to as well so… that’s why I just need more time to write a reply,” came the obligatory response.

Terrible, this was indeed terrible. The fellow was being a fool, and a cowardly one too at that. How many more excuses was he going to make? Why wouldn’t he just tell her why?

“Yet your stack of letters are usually lesser than mine,” she retorted, picking at a mail pile nearby with gloved fingers.

This brought his attention back to her. “Right, has it crossed your mind that the culprit might be someone close to you?” He attempted to change the subject and handed her a Camel to which she refused, confessing that she was attempting to quit.

“Hm… my pretend boyfriend? Not a chance, honey. He is a total playboy: too busy with his other flings to even notice me.”

“All right, as I have recalled, you work under a contract at a certain studio, yes?”

“Yes, I do. However, I don’t think any of the producers would do such a rubbish act unless they’ve deemed me unworthy of their use.”

A tense silence grew.

She glanced up at him tentatively and their gazes locked for a moment. He gulped, her cool scrutinizing gaze made him feel uncanny. “Surely, you could’ve known who, couldn’t you?” she mused.

“No, I certainly do not.”

“Have you given up on your manhunting skills?”

“I could ask the same for you. What has Hollywood done for you exactly?

“Well, it gained me the fame, wealth, and power that I’ve always desired. What about you, Randy? All you do is sit in your cramped office all day, drink from the same stupid cup, wear the same stupid uniform working in the same stupid job over and over and over again and yet…” She took a long weary inhale and balled her fists. “Why do you still get paid more in sum than I do? If I were to work twice as much as you do, why am I still considered less?”

“Mira…”

“Enlighten me, Randy!” her fist flew and banged the desk, “For goodness sake, after all these years all I want is for you to look at me like you understand me and you could even pretend to understand me for all I care!” She cupped her palms around her lips and squeezed her eyes shut, inhaling long and slow before muttering a quick apology through an exhale.

“I sent all those letters to you hoping that you’d at least write me back.” She lowered her palms and her eyes fluttered open, sniffling. “I wanted to feel seen, I wanted to feel heard. You are the only person in my entire thirty three years of living where in the past decade I’d spent every second thinking about, plotting about, chasing about for so long until I got you at last. And you have no idea how much I’ve missed you terribly during those four years after that. I know we’ve had our differences in the past but darn, will you look at me now that I need you?”

Silence once again filled the already tense atmosphere, both waiting on who would pounce first. Randy exhaled, long and heavy. “Mira, my dear, I sincerely apologize for the way I’ve acted on account of the past as rivals and in the present as who we are now. I truly am. I do not despise you by any means; on the contrary you are undoubtedly the most intelligent and brutally honest woman that I’ve ever met and I truly admire that in you. So please, let me be transparent to you about everything—especially the letters. May I?”

“Just cut to the chase, Randy.”

Despite the jarring response, he cleared his throat and tried to find the appropriate words. “I was just trying to protect you.”

She scoffed, “Protect me? How?”

“Those letters that you’ve sent, I keep them. I’ve read each and every single line and paragraph and I’ve never once thought of throwing them away and I couldn’t write back to you or reach out to you because…”

Seconds passed.

“Because?”

More seconds filled the silence.

“Because… my God, ain’t this quite difficult?” he chuckled incredulously, rubbing his palms on his face and through his slightly disheveled dark hair. “Because Mira, I told myself that if I could forget about you, that if I forget everything—beginning with your name, it would hurt less than it already is hurting me.”

He was rewarded with a puzzled look, he was not surprised either.

“You have an important image and reputation to uphold now that you are a star, especially around these parts,” he stated matter-of-factly. “If, say, the locals and the daily papers were to find out that you’ve been associating yourself with someone like me and dug up our history and past identities, it would be over for both you and me.

“Bad: I would lose my job and would probably have to find another one which might be impossible considering I’d be spending my days in lockup, worse: since you belong under a company and have to follow strict protocols, it would do nothing but tarnish not only your name and your reputation, but also your life.”

She could only stare. The hard lines of her expression were gone without a trace.

He continued, “I couldn’t help but confess that I enjoyed the whole decade of us just chasing around one another while it lasted. I couldn’t help but adore your determination and wits to bring me down and I can’t say I don’t miss the good old days but Mira…”

He lifted her nearest hand to his lips and cupped them gently, nearly encapsulating it whole. He could still feel the achingly familiar warmth and softness of her hand through the fiber against his bare, rough hands.

“Promise me one thing?” he murmured tenderly. “Live your life to the fullest and forget about me, about us, and everything that has happened in the past. I wish I could have you call me yours and for me to call you mine, you and me against the world, side by side, and only us. The Bonnie to my Clyde.” He gave a pained smile while his breath hitched slightly, voice caught in his throat.

“I know, it sounds like anything but a distant foolish dream. I’ve accepted and come to terms that I can and never will be yours. We may have been young and foolishly careless back then, but we’re grown-ups now. Although we may not be the same as we once were, I’ll always adore you and keep you close to my heart. Just, let me do this as a remuneration for all those years. Let me do the chasing for you this time.”

He glanced at his watch, noting that it’s past his shift then at her, not failing to catch a glimpse of her eyes beginning to be glossy. “Meet me in the postmeridian tomorrow to discuss the details. And, let’s keep our relationship professional from now on. As a protector, I owe the citizens my life and as a man, I owe you my heart. Let this stand alone as a testament on how much you are dear to me, please?”

The girl only pulled back her hand meekly and stood, without a word she turned her back against him and marched toward the door, pumps thudding dully on the floor. He could see her figure hesitating before jamming it open and then pulling it close—fury graced her movement—as the door slammed shut.

He let out a long breath he didn’t realize he was holding and merely stared at the papers before him as he tried to focus on the inked characters. His vision was gradually becoming blurry as something hot and heavy burned in his eyes. Something dropped on the paper and a perfect round wet patch bloomed, darkening the sheet as another one fell, and another again.

Oh, he thought as he pressed his palms to his eyes. In the years he had been a man, the fellow had never felt more pathetic than the realization of what he had done sinking in his already trembling shoulders.

[meiieiri]

WATER’S EDGE 3 | SNEAK PEEK

[meiieiri]

Hi! Another person here asking about Water's Edge (sorry). This is kind of an insight into your writing and your life, so if you don't feel comfortable with that or just don't wanna share, feel free to ignore this!

You're thinking of discontinuing the series because of lack in interaction, right? I can't think of a smooth way to transition into my question, so I'll just put it bluntly:

Is writing Water's Edge (specifically) something that you're doing for interactions or something you're doing for fun?

That question alone should determine whether or not you should discontinue the series.

If you're doing this purely for interactions, I'd say that I can't really help you. It's up to you if your writing is purely based on interactions.

If it's for fun, then consider how much fun you're having while doing this. Are you having fun writing it? Does it feel more like a chore than something you'd like to do? If it feels like a burden, then stop. Discontinue the series. If it feels like a burden because of interactions, try and disregard interactions and focus on writing. Never let views, interactions, likes, shares, comments, etc– determine the worth or fun of your writing. Ever. You may already know that, but it's just a reminder. If you really liked where the series was headed, then I'd say finish that chapter and see how things go. If you're happy with it and proud of what you did, then I'd say consider continuing it. If you feel like either a huge burden was lifted after finishing it or just genuinely exhausted, try taking a break or just discontinuing it completely. Personally, I was a really consistent poster once. It got boring and exhausting trying to think of new ideas. I'm now only posting once every 2 months, maybe? I feel much better.

Take my advice if you want, but you don't need to be completely swayed by my opinions or personal thoughts. Just take it into consideration. I personally really like Water's Edge. The storyline is interesting and the formatting is unique. I'd love to see more of it, but it'd be awful if you decided to put your work before yourself. If you do discontinue it, please take care of yourself.

Note: Maybe writing shorter chapters will make it less of a chore? The first two chapters were really long. Idk I'm not a writer. Just an idea.

Sorry this was really long. I hope you have a good day 💕 Sorry if something doesn't make sense or if there's grammar mistakes! I'm writing this on my phone :,)

I actually really liked reading this, damn.

And to answer your question, no, I’m not writing purely out of interactions, in fact, I first started writing this series because I really had a good idea on the top of my head, I just think that, with all my exhaustion writing these longass chapters, it’ll be great to see people actually picking it up and showing appreciation or even hate, lmao. Just something to be recognized would have gone a long way but — that’s something the old me would say. I was re-reading the last few chapters and I feel really bad of having to leave it on the table, completely forgotten, because this fic — writing this fic rather – is the closest thing I have to an actual baby :’3

But you’re right, I did a lot of thinking and I’m guessing we’re back on, this is something I’ll see through to the end. However bitter it may be.

Thanks for this, I needed that.

[meiieiri]

my roman empire is me imagining suguru geto making me tea while i’m toiling over countless failed organic synthesis schemes and subsequently tearing my master’s thesis manuscript into pieces thereby effectively ruining my chances of getting a phd in pharmaceutical chemistry

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ok hear me out (im about to theorize something straight out of my ass bear with me) WHAT IF. the earrings belonged to y/n's mom.... who's in the hospital (or some kind of institution or smth) and she was Gojo's idk caretaker or nanny or something when he was younger because his parents were absent and he doesn't know she's y/n's mother and y/n also doesn't know her mother worked for them in the past. and she sort of acted like a parental figure to him and he's very attached to her and then something happens to her... maybe an accident or sickness and then she was hospitalized and is in a comatose state or SOMETHING.... and thats what himiko meant when she asked him if he was going to go see "her" again and if he thought "she" was going to answer him this time. what if!!!!!!! what if the earrings belonged to the woman (y/n's) mom who gojo thought of as the only loving authority figure in his life and thats why he's so torn up over "her" because she's "gone" aka in hospital AKA the REASON WHY Y/N IS MARRYING HIM BECAUSE SHE NEEDS TO FUND HER MOTHERS HOSPITAL BILLS!!!

Mom, come pick me up, I’m scared…but you’re VERY CLOSE.

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I JUST IMAGINE IF Y/N HAD A SON WITH GOJO (it was for the empire, without any feelings involved) AND THE CHILD WAS VERY ATTACHED TO HIS MOTHER AND GOJO GETS JEALOUS BUT THE KID DOESN'T LIKE HIS OWN FATHER😭😭😭😭😭(I think I'm delusional, a lot)

what about papa geto tho? 🤧🤧🤧

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no but the thought of Gojo being desperately in love with y/n but she’s already been clocked out of anything that has to do with him bc of how he treated her is soooooo *chefs kiss* UGH and just to add to satoru’s misery she has a happy family with Geto

but would y/n be truly happy without him? 🤨

[meiieiri]

Heyy, definitely don't wanna pesture you over this, but when can we expect chapter 3 drop for water's edge, I'm hooked on the story I need some kind of sustenance, at least how much wait should we expect??

Well, good news. Interaction is picking up, so, I can estimate around December 24, 2023 ;)

[meiieiri]

we’re getting closer and closer to discontinuation,, im sorry it’s just…the lack of interaction is kinda making me rethink if writing a huge wc chapter is still worth it,,and to think i had everything planned out for the story from here on out,,

[meiieiri]

Can you pretty please do a part 2 of Waters Edgs 😭🙏

I need y/n to be happy and Gojo and his bitch to suffer and be miserable

As of this moment, “Water’s Edge” is now officially a series! 🫶🏻

[meiieiri]

water’s edge is on hold for now, dunno for how long but i promise when it comes back, i’ll try to release multiple chapters at once, i just really need to work on picking it up again bc i stopped writing for a few weeks 😅 i might need some time while i dive into it again

[meiieiri]

if you are going to make that series, is it gonna be called "to have and to lose"? what would be its premise? i wouldn't mind having two series from you this year as long as you're gonna take some time off for yourself every now and then 🤍

well it’s more of a love triangle really, the events of the story take place from the end of the hidden inventory arc onwards. i was watching the season again and i wondered: what if geto had someone else who was important to him and not just gojo? would they have been enough to make him stay? and how would gojo react to his defection knowing someone else, someone who is also important to him other than geto, is also left heartbroken at his best friend’s defection?

from the ending of the thirst i made, clearly, satoru stepped up to become the father of the mc’s child with suguru and even seems to be in a relationship with mc, but what happens if suguru comes back one day? would mc pick the lover she constantly longs for or the one who stayed with her through it all?

and yes, this was supposed to be the main series on this tumblr lmao

[meiieiri]

What do you think of Toji Fushiguro?

Daddy *clears throat* I mean, I believe he was the turning point of all Jujutsu Society, without him even knowing it. Even Master Tengen himself mentioned that it was because of Toji’s intervention in the Hidden Inventory Arc that everything started to become disoriented and muddled. Toji is the grain that tipped the scale which inevitably brought more disorder to an already fragmented society. Personally, I don’t think Toji hunted down Riko Amanai because he was only in it for the money, and he does state later on that he also wanted to destroy the pinnacle of all Jujutsu Society, Satoru Gojo, as a last middle finger to the Zenin family that rejected him.

But unfortunately, we know how that turned out. Still, it was a good effort in the end, and his life clearly did not go by unremembered, seeing Gojo still having flashbacks (possibly PTSD-coded by the way) about him even years later. And there is no animosity whenever Goji remembers Toji but only pure respect for him, even he admits that Toji was the “blueprint” to all of the events transpiring in JJK right now. Toji is and forever will be remembered as the one who has made all things anew.

Sad part is he didn’t live long enough to see that he, himself, the rejected one, would surpass his entire clan in terms of the overall impact he had on Jujutsu Society.

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Imagine water' s edge! Y/n singing/ performing like in programs and events they attend after marrying satoru😫😫

and satoru gets all bitter and jelly about the genuine affection and admiration of everyone within a ten meter radius around her. 😭

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in the concept dump of water' s edge in the banquet part after that just imagine y/n has a revenge dress moment

++and what if suguru is with her while doing that😫😫☝️☝️

i love that!! and it would be so sweet of suguru to be there for her in her glorious moment 🩵