#1200 followers

[aurorawritestoescape]

I can’t believe I’m writing this. A year ago in May I created this side blog to write fanfiction and express my love and thirst for Pedro Pascal and his characters and now there are 1,2k of you here, my lovelies!!🥹💖

I’m very grateful to each and every one of you. I’m quite shy so I might seem quiet but believe me that I treasure every interaction with you! Thank you for reading my stories, showing your support in various ways and just being here. My asks are always open if you wanna chat/ask questions/share anything♥️ hugs and kisses to you, my loves!🫂😘💕

I also want to say a huge ‘thank you’ to my wonderful mutuals♥️ THANK YOU for your support and encouragement! You are my internet family and mean the world to me. I love you!🥹😍🫶💖💖💖

Tagging some of my friends, readers, writers - people who inspire me, motivate me to create and make me happy being here💕💕💕

@milla-frenchy @missannwinchester @iamasaddie @toxicanonymity @janaispunk @lumoverheaven @romanarose @morallyinept @xdaddysprincessxx @ozarkthedog @khindahra @talaok @604to647 @pedge-page @rubyfruitjungle @rav3n-pascal22 @ghoulettesinspace @ellasinnombre @corazondebeskar @survivingandenduring @bubble-pop-eclectic @fruityreads @megangovier @magpiepills @mountainsandmayhem @noceurous @joelmillerisapunk @mermaidgirl30 @umnitsa @blackmetalamazon @princessanglophile @kewwrites @beefrobeefcal @noxturnalpascal @casa-boiardi @sheepdogchick3 @neverwheremoonchild @alwaysmicado @axshadows @lunitawrites @schnarfer @nervousmumbling @tammythr @huskyfox5 @theoraekenslover if I forgot to tag someone I’m sorry I love you💕

Have an awesome summer, y’all!!🌸💖💖💖

[glitchedcosmos]

!THANK YOU FOR 1,200 FOLLOWERS!

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Every single one of you is amazing thank you♥*。·•♥*。·:*:·゜`

[uyuforu]

Thank you for 1200 followers ❤️❤️❤️

[racinggirl]

By the way I’m 1 follower away from 1200 followers 🥹🥹🥹

[theelvenhaven]

1,200 Followers!!

Wow! I am absolutely blown away by the fact that 1,200 of you follow me to read and enjoy all the fanfiction I have written for the last 2 and 1/2 years.

When I started this blog it was simply a personal escape for me, to explore my hand at writing for fandom and later on making new friends. And I have made some amazing friends on here as a result of this blog. I didn’t expect for my following or my blog to get big enough where I have that many followers.

I am so grateful for every single one of you that has been here to support me. For defending me when people have been crappy. To beta reading and enjoying my fics to even correcting me when I’ve needed it and indulging in sharing our dirtiest fantasies on Confessions Night.

I’ve loved and do love every single moment I get to nerd out with you guys. Even at my lowest points I still think about you guys and how much I care for you guys. Thank you for welcoming me in the way that y’all have when I started. I am so happy to be here and so lucky to have you guys.

Love you guys and sending you all so much love 💖

[alicenthightcwer]

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[countrymusiclover]

1,200 followers thank you all ❤️❤️❤️

[balleater]

it's pretty funny actually how ludinus uses his age as proof that he knows what he's talking about when the bright queen is older than him by at least a few centuries and that doesn't seem to change the fact he has absolutely no respect for her and her experiences

[essektheylyss]

You know what's hilarious, if Ludinus was indeed a young man being traumatized by the end of the Calamity. Deirta Thelyss is almost certainly older than he is.

This is not relevant but I think Essek should bring this up, just to be a bitch about it.

[wyattjohnston]

can you do “you know, if you moved in we wouldn’t keep having to say goodbye like this.  ” with luke hughes please

hey hey! i've written this because it had been a hot minute since i specified that i don't take requests for players U21 so thats not something you could have known <3

i am taking requests!

You’re used to it by now, the banging and swearing that wakes you up when you stay at Luke’s. Neither he nor Jack are any good at packing for a road trip, so there was a lot of mad rushing when they realise that their clothes are still dirty, or, worse, wet and smelling of mildew because they’d been left in the washing machine for far too long.

It’s a chore to open your eyes, but less so when you’re greeted by Luke standing at the end of his bed. Any happiness you get from seeing him is hampered slightly by him hauling a suitcase onto the mattress and jostling the bed.

“I told you you should have packed last night,” you say, your voice muffled by the pillow.

His head raises just long enough to roll his eyes before his back is turning and he’s pulling blind handfuls from his chest of drawers.

Its so familiar and common, laying in bed while he prepares to leave—for a road trip or practice, it was the same—that you don’t even try to fight the sleep that takes you back under.

Time escapes you, and you’re roused again by a hand on your shoulder and Luke’s directly in your ear. He’s not even trying to be quiet; you’ve come to expect nothing less.

“It’s go time,” he tells you, causing an annoyed groan to rip from your mouth.

The plan is, as always, that they will drop you at your place on their way to the airport. It means that you don’t have to change out of Luke’s shirt, just that you begrudgingly roll out of bed to find a pair of sweatpants.

“You know,” Luke says thoughtfully as he watches you rummage through his already ransacked drawers, “if you moved in, we wouldn’t keep having to say goodbye like this.”

With your head on a swivel, you face him just to give him the most disbelieving look you can muster. You almost scoff, “Its too early for you to be that unserious.”

“I’m being serious.”

“Can you be serious about it when you get back?” you ask, cautious. “That’s like… a really big thing, Luke.”

“I’m gonna be serious about it for a long time. We can talk about it whenever.”

[thapunqueen]

he will learn to love the shirt dammit !!!!

[yumethefrostypanda]

Ghost 🔥

[the-blind-assassin-12]

Strong Enough To Stand

1200 words for 1200 followers #5

A/N: Hi friends! Welcome to the 12-A-Palooza! This event is my way of saying thank you for sticking with me. Your support and kindness toward me and my writing is out of this world and I’m grateful for every last one of you! This one sort of follows one of the other requests that I got for Joel for this event called It Pours From Your Eyes, but it can also be read as stand alone. 

Warnings: loss, mention of character death, Joel Miller’s big sad eyes

Requested by: @senorabond​ Song: Heavy In Your Arms Character Choice: Joel Miller - thank you so much for sending this in! This song is such a good choice for Joel, and I hope you like the direction that I took it in! 

Summary: It’s a difficult day for Joel, and though you don’t know the details of why, you try to be there for him the best way that you can. Joel realizes that he doesn’t have to repeat his regrets - so he doesn’t. 

Joel cleared the gravel from his throat as soon as the stream came into view. 

He hadn’t spoken since that morning, the two of you wordlessly breaking down your camp. For most of the day there had been nothing but your horses’ hooves on the hard ground to break the silence. It was nearing sundown when he finally spoke your name, voice creaking with disuse. 

That’s not all it is. 

You’d known to expect this when you woke up that morning - even though you’d done so with his arms around you, holding you against his chest. You’d known to expect it because you’d seen him like this before. 

Today means something. 

It was an annual occurrence, one of those horrible anniversaries that everyone had. A ritual of remembrance that did nothing to lessen the load he carried, but that he needed to do anyway. 

You’d been assigned to a patrol with him shortly after he and Ellie showed up when you witnessed it the first time. He’d asked you to wait with the horses while he filled the canteens at the stream. You hardly knew him then, but the look in his eyes was all you needed to know that he was really asking for a moment to himself. Your canteen was still full, but you handed it to him with a nod, turning to give him privacy. You hadn’t meant to, but when you turned back around at the sound of his footsteps approaching again, you’d noticed a small stack of rocks near the water’s edge. 

Joel was a stranger to you then. You knew next to nothing about him, only that he was Tommy Miller’s brother. But you knew why people built memorials. Why they carved names into trees, spoke to the wind, left notes where no one would find them. You wanted to know who the stone pyramid was for, what that person meant to him. But you knew better than to ask. 

You were certain that was why he had chosen to slowly trust you. 

The following year, when he was assigned to another patrol around the same time, Joel requested you as his partner. Again as you’d neared the stream a few miles outside of town, he suggested that you stick with the horses so he could refill your water supply. Though you purposely kept your eyes averted that time, the sound of rocks knocking together reached your ears.

But still, you said nothing when Joel returned. 

The two of you were friends by then. More than friends, some nights. The trust and comfort you found in each other had grown, not taking down walls entirely, but opening doors from time to time. You’d brought him into your bed. He’d taken you into his arms. But there were still lines that you didn’t cross - wouldn’t cross, unless Joel did first. 

With the passing of another year, you felt him coming closer to those lines than he ever had before. And fuck, you were ready. You were ready to see the rest of him, the parts he hadn’t shown you yet, ready to take half the weight from his heart even if it was enough to sink yours. 

You were ready to love him. 

But right now there was something that you knew he had to do. Even if you still didn’t know the reason behind it. 

It’s important to him. That’s what matters. 

Clicking your tongue, you stopped your horse next to Joel’s, climbing down as he did the same. When he looked up, your eyes locked with his and even though you knew what to expect, seeing the raw ache in them nearly knocked the breath from your lungs. You wanted to wrap your arms around him, lace your fingers together behind his neck and show him that you were there, right there with him. 

You didn’t, though. Instead, you handed him your canteen before he could ask for it. You resisted the urge to lean forward and kiss the patch of skin that showed through his beard, let your lips linger there like a punctuation point. Like they did when you shared sheets in the dark. “I’ll stay with the horses, Joel.” 

Something new flashed in his eyes then, something different from what you’d come to expect from this ritual. The roughened pads of his fingers grazed your knuckles as he took the canteen from you, and you watched the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed the heaviness that had stolen his words. He held your gaze for a few seconds longer, almost as though he was waiting for something. 

But then he nodded, turning with a sniff and heading for the water.

–  –  –

Joel’s hand plunged beneath the water, grasping for the flat rock that lay at the bottom. It would make for a solid base. Pulling it out, he set it on the bank, a ragged sigh pushing its way through his lips. 

Three years. 

He chose another stone, squeezing it tightly before stacking it atop the first. 

Goddamnit I miss you, Tess. 

The next rock that caught his eye was partially embedded in the muck. He worked his fingertips under it to pull it free, adding it to the pile. It was hefty and broad, strong enough to stand up to wind and weather. Strong enough to last. 

Like we were. 

He was almost certain that she knew how he felt about her. But almost wasn’t good enough. He knew that, now. 

I’m sorry I never said it. I should have. 

He topped the memorial with a smooth, white-gray oval shaped stone. 

I should have told you that I loved you. 

Joel looked down at the cairn letting a fat tear drop onto it. A slight breeze blew over his damp cheeks and he closed his eyes, remembering her last words to him. 

“Save who you can save.”

Your face joined hers behind his eyelids then, and the thought that had been playing on repeat since he woke that morning echoed in his brain again. He shivered, despite the warm summer air. 

I have to tell her. Tonight.  

He’d waited too long to tell Tess. He didn’t want the first time that he said aloud that he loved you to be to a pile of rocks. 

–  –  –  

You made it to the safehouse just before nightfall, Joel’s silence continuing after his return with the canteens. It lasted through your meal. You figured that he wouldn’t break it until the next day. 

But then, with his arms around you, just like they were that morning, he did.

 “I wanna tell you about today.” His lips landed behind your ear. “I wanna tell you about everything. But I have to say something first. Somethin’ that scares the hell out of me but - ”  He sighed. “Something I should have said to you a long time ago.” 

You held your breath for a few seconds, your heart smashing at your ribs.

“I love you.”

His words dropped directly into your heart, solid and sure and strong. 

You didn’t know when the tears started, but they were there when you lay your arm over his, squeezing back. “I love you, too, Joel.” 

I always will. 

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[otomehonyaku]

lo and behold, after 2,5 months FINALLY the first of the two surprise drama CDs I ordered off eBay is arriving today

[rui-drawsbox]

im the worst at making comics and yet i went ahead bc the brainrot is. deep. (i still need to redo everything jasdhfjaks)

[strangebrew]

i keep getting wap blogs in my recommended guys im Scared