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@gertrude-hatake Omg, I Felt That Last Part. I Have A Bunch Of Quotes From Fanfics In My Notes App QwQ

@gertrude-hatake Omg, I felt that last part. I have a bunch of quotes from fanfics in my notes app QwQ

Wishing that you’ll find yours soon!! <33

Hello y’all!!!

God, it’s been a while since I posted & it feels like a crime lololol šŸ’€

Anyways, I need some help finding this one Kakashi fic on tumblr. Basically, reader & Kakashi are in a relationship & she secretly writes erotic novels. The novels get to the same level of popularity as the Icha Icha series except it was catered to a more female audience. Eventually, Kakashi finds that she was the author of it & that’s basically it.

If anyone is able to locate this gem, I would appreciate it greatly!!! Tysm!!! <333

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2 years ago

I'm feeling angsty 😈

Imagine like Middle schooler!reader goes back to their world and like everyone still thinks they're there.

Like they hear some shouting and running they'll think it's you considering you do that the most.

When Riddle sees a silhouette play with the hedgehogs he'd think it was you until he got a closer look and it was just one of the residents:(

Whenever Trey is baking late at night and he hears someone open the door he'll think it's you because you would always come by to grab at what ingredients he'd have.

You'd always be the first to like Caters post and put some unhinged shit in the comments so when someone else does it to his posts after you've left he turns sour :(

Ace and Deuce would always stop by Ramshackle to have sleepovers with you and Grim and when they just see Grim they try to brush it off like it doesn't affect them but it does :(((

When Leona always hears footsteps near him when he's in the garden he'd always push his tail away and make room because to skip class you'd always go and cuddle up next to him but when he doesn't smell you his nap is ruined and he'd go to his room and just lay there.

When Ruggie goes to eat lunch he always looks for you so you two could go and steal stuff and when he plays with the dog of Savannaclaw alone he remembers that you left :(

When Jack would go on his morning runs he would hope that you would join him or send him one of those little motivational quotes like he would always send because you found them funny but when he doesn't hear from you he'd try and call you and when it went to voicemail he remembered that you went back

Whenever Azul worked late at night you'd drop by and sleep in his office to keep him company or tell him weird ass facts and mess with the fish but when he looks up with a hopeful face to Jade and not you he had to bear the fact that you'd no longer be there

When the twins would work they'd hope to see you join them but when they close up the lounge and have to feed the fish alone they get reminded that you left

When Kalim gets lonely he'd always call you but when it went to voicemail he'd get just a thought and when he looks at your room in the Scarabia Dorm only to see it cold and filled with extra junk that the other dorm members were too lazy to put away properly he gets sad

When Jamil would make food and serve it to Kalim he'd expect to see you there sometimes but after a month he would lose hope and he would brush it away so he could tend to Kalim

Vil would expect to see you around the halls at least twice a day but when he doesn't see you be would ask but then he would get told that you got sent back and he'd have to hide his sadness for later

Rook would always be tracking students around you to look for you but when he overhears a conversation about your leaving he would remember and would just look at the pictures that he took of you over time and at the bow and arrow he wanted to gift you.

When Epel overhears a fight going on he'd always check to see if it was you but it would always be another student and when he gets into fights you wouldn't be there or join him and cheer him on so he ends up losing his motivation and would leave the beat up students.

When the shroud brothers are hanging out in their room and hear a knock on their door they would think it was you but it was just another student calling them because they had to go to a meeting or something and it wasn't you just wanting to join them

When Malleus walks to the dorm he would hope to see you outside already waiting for him but when he sees no one he would walk inside to dorm only to see Grim on the bed cuddled up in a blanket he'd leave and stay in his room for hours at a time as the sky turns dark and stormy

When Lilia plays games late at night and he sees someone join him he'd always look at the user to see if it was you but it would always be someone else. And when he tries to scare what he thought was you it would always be someone else and he'd have to just put away his sadness and try to bring up the other threes mood while he's mourning the absence of who he felt was another child of his :(

When silver falls asleep sometimes he'd mostly hope to see you wake him up and bring him to where he needed to be but it would always be another student or a teacher and he'd always sleep with a plush you got him nearby or else he'd be tossing and turning all night

When Sebek goes around after he'd finishing his duties tending to Malleus and he hears yelling he'd think it would be you and would run over with excitement only to see it was another student just being rowdy

Grim would always be cold at night by himself in the dorm and tried looking into books to make a portal and try to get into your world so he could be with you again

And then when you're out and about you'd almost always think someone from your world was one of the students but it was always just a stranger passing by and that would bring your mood down because you'd have no one to talk to and all the other kids would just push you away because you were 'too loud' or 'too weird' :(

(mc has magic here)

Imagine you get really sad and you accidentally open up a portal in your mirror so when you look at the mirror to see your current self you see the inside of Ramshackle and you don't believe it until you touch the mirror and your hand goes through :)

1 year ago

Since we have masquarade event ~

How about boys reatcing to y/n walking in looking all gorgous in aĀ  dress ?

+ they ask her to dance at the festival?? ♔♔

for:

Jamil, Duece, Malleus, Azul, Silver

Azul Ashengrotto:Ā 

Azul couldn’t ignore what was right in front of him. The person he had grown into was one with a sharp eye for golden opportunities and seeing you as the most beautiful person in the room that night, he knew he couldn’t resist asking you to dance. You think it’s cute when he tried to hide his real intentions by acting extra shady; if he really had an ulterior motive he wouldn’t look so embarrassed when you called him out, taking pleasure in the way he nervously pushed his glasses back up his face before rescinding his offer. You don’t allow him to as you considered it a contract, just an invisible one, and if he tried to get out of the deal he would not like the consequences.

Deuce Spade:Ā 

Deuce is a mess. He doesn’t know how to articulate the way he feels when he sees you in your dress, heart tight in his chest, muscles spasming as you approach and he nearly kneeled out of respect for someone who was clearly royalty. Seeing your easy smile made him remember you were still you despite the fancy upgrade you’d taken, and it sets him a little more at ease when you speak. He started to stutter again when he wanted to ask you to dance with him, mumbling something about two left feet and not making a good argument for why you should be his dance partner (but you accept anyway).

Jamil Viper:Ā 

Jamil didn’t plan on dancing, he didn’t entirely plan on being here or dealing with this either, but life seemed to drag him around as it pleased. Ā Seeing you was the only highlight of his night, watching from the shadows with stars in his eyes as he wondered what it might be like to be even considered as your (dance) partner. He’s a little surprised that as much as he tried to hide in the shadows you always sought him out, as if you had a radar just for him. He holds out his hand without uttering a word and you return the comfortable silence, your smile nearly causing him to take after that age old fairy tale of that princess who ran from the ball when the clock struck midnight (except you’d be coming with him, to a place he could admire you in peace).

Malleus Draconia:Ā 

Malleus can’t keep his eyes to himself. He normally thought you had a certain beauty about you but seeing you all dolled up in an elegant dress… It made him want to tap in to his more jealous tendencies, locking you away in a tower for only him to admire. Alas, he can’t imagine your relationship remaining positive should he try to force your hand like that but he knows one other thing he could do to assure others kept their distance. He approached you with an extended hand, taking yours in his own and pressing a kiss to the back of it before wordlessly leading you to the dance floor; you can’t deny Malleus, not after seeing the bright smile on his face as he enjoyed twirling you around in the middle of the masquerade.

Silver:Ā 

Silver’s gaze sends a shiver down your spine, the unreadable expression on his face making you a bit anxious. It was always so hard to fully understand what was happening in his head, and you felt yourself holding your breath as he silently approached you. You’re stunned when he held out his hand and asked you to dance, head tilting to the side as he told you it seemed like you wanted to ask him. You’re embarrassed at being read like an open book but Silver’s small smile sets your heart at ease, a clear sign that he had the same wish as you or he would have never approached you.


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1 year ago

Edit (18 Nov 2033): Amazing news everyone! The case has been solved! The author of this fanfic is @lemony-snickers. Here’s the link to their work: https://www.tumblr.com/lemony-snickers/680068516103274496/imagine-that-after-jirayas-death-there-will-be

Thank you!!____________________________________________

Original post:

Hello y’all!!!

God, it’s been a while since I posted & it feels like a crime lololol šŸ’€

Anyways, I need some help finding this one Kakashi fic on tumblr. Basically, reader & Kakashi are in a relationship & she secretly writes erotic novels. The novels get to the same level of popularity as the Icha Icha series except it was catered to a more female audience. Eventually, Kakashi finds that she was the author of it & that’s basically it.

If anyone is able to locate this gem, I would appreciate it greatly!!! Tysm!!! <333

Edit (18 Nov 2033): Amazing News Everyone! The Case Has Been Solved! The Author Of This Fanfic Is @lemony-snickers.

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2 years ago

How would the guy that seem more unsure about biting the MC (so for example Silver, Epel, Deuce/Ace & co) react if the MC actually asked, for whatever reason, to bite them?šŸ¤”

help i thought at first you meant if mc can bite them-

Silver would be shy about it, but he’s grown up around vampires his whole life so the idea isn’t really ā€˜taboo’ to him. He definitely views it as a pretty intimate act, but a normal step in a relationship. Thus, Silver would only do it if he was close to MC. If you ask him to, he’ll probably make a big deal out of making it a nice + comfortable bonding experience.

Epel would also be shy initially, but he also wants to prove to you that he is able to take initiative and fulfil your requests. He would try to act confident but really he is pretty nervous since it’s his first time biting anyone as a vampire. Obviously he likes you and would love to bite you, but he cares about you and doesn’t want to mess up by accidentally hurting you. Communication is key here, you have to meet him halfway and he will try his best for you.

Deuce is so nervous, constantly asking you if it feels okay or if it hurts. No matter how many times you tell him that you’re fine, that he’s being very gentle and you’re all good, he’ll keep checking. He insists on only taking a little blood, disinfecting and bandaging the tiny wound on your neck, and treating you like you’re dying for the next few hours. He’ll force you to stay in bed even though you’re fine (he insists you need to rest and recover) and will bring you food and snacks to help keep up your strength.

Ace acts unfazed by your request and will even flirt back, but he’s pretty much bluffing. His blush completely gives him away. Similarly to the others, he’s never bitten anyone before, but he’s not going to let you know that. He’ll probably just tease you whenever you bring it up until you let him know that you’re very serious about it. He’ll agree and exhibit more restraint and care than you’ve ever seen from him before. He’s patient and checks in on you, making sure he doesn’t take too much. He will also stay and cuddle with you as you recover (ā€œgotta make sure you don’t pass out, dummyā€)


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1 year ago

The Widow's Keeper

The Widow's Keeper

Marrying again after losing your husband in Shibuya was never part of your plan. Then, Higuruma Hiromi came along.

Warnings: Character death, grief, angst, fluff

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A hysterical shriek-- a frantic cry for a man long dead-- rang through the bedroom, enveloped in the dark warmth of night, and broke down into anguished sobs. A soft shout of alarm, and hurried reassurances, sobs muffled, hands stroking, soothing, kisses on foreheads.

Hiromi held you to his chest, his pyjama top damp with your grief, his eyes gritty from sudden wakefulness. You cried away your grief, still so raw, replaying over and over in your dreams-- taunting you with 'what if's and 'if only's. Hiromi's nose nuzzled into your hair, both arms tightly holding you lest you fall apart against him, mumbling his sweet love in humid little breaths to your head.

It had been a while since you had dreamed of Nanami Kento, he pondered, rocking you gently from side-to-side. Dead and buried for almost 4 years now, Hiromi had married you and your trauma, your loss, your fallen love. He had taken you as the package you were, a complex parcel, and the mother of the second love of his life.

Little footsteps approached the door; little hands, cautious against the cool wood, pushed it open with a squeak.

"Mummy? Daddy? Is it a bad dream? You woke me up," grumbled your little girl, blonde and brown-eyed, with sharp delicate features. You sat up hurriedly, wiping your eyes and plastering on a damp smile. As you began moving to get out of bed, Hiromi laid a gentle hand on your thigh, kissing you on the temple.

"I'll take it from here," he hushed, and you sniffled, threatening tears again, "go back to sleep. I love you."

Planting a watery kiss to Hiromi's lips, you laid down in bed, burrowing your nose into his pillow, his smell, always feeling your adoration for him with the sting of guilt.

Hiromi scooted to the door, his loud shuffling footsteps pretending to be sneaky as he scooped his daughter up in his arms, nosing at her with deliberate snuffles. She giggled, batting him away, capturing his face in her little hands, slanted eyes narrow and delighted.

"Back to bed, little one. Your teddies can't sleep without you." Hiromi's playful bargaining wasn't needed, his daughter half-asleep in his arms already, while her arms wound around his neck to snuggle her head under his chin. By the time he had tucked her back into bed, she breathed soft snores, her bed still warm from the nest she had made.

Hiromi crouched by your daughter's bed, watching her, committing all of her features to memory; never this small, ever again, he thought, bittersweet as she grew, blooming. He stroked her hair, nursing the stale guilt of feeling he had stolen this life from another man, and feeling so deeply undeserving, so ashamed because of it.

While Hiromi knew his daughter-- your daughter, Kento's daughter-- more than Kento ever would, there felt to be an impenetrable wall to his love, an absence of a blood bond, stolen away from a man who did not want to leave his wife, and had not even known he was to become a father. Hiromi felt responsible, as if he had spirited you both away himself. He did not deserve to hold you through your grief; he did not deserve to be daddy.

Planting a last kiss to his daughter's forehead, a long-fingered hand stroking blond flicks out of her eyes, Hiromi tiptoed to the door. He hesitated for a moment, then tiptoed back. A brown teddy with its familiar, well-fiddled-with and far-too-large-for-teddies yellow leopard-spotted tie, belonged in his daughters' arms, and not on the floor.

Padding back to your bedroom, a thief in the night, the sheets played a gentle susurrus over your bodies as Hiromi tangled his legs through yours, lying on his back so you could tuck across his chest. You slipped a hand under his t-shirt, travelling up to his chest to stroke its patch of downy black hair. Hiromi's fingers tangled through your hair, examining the whorls of your ear, rolling your earlobe in thought.

"I'm so sorry," you hiccuped into Hiromi's chest, and you heaved with sobs when his reassurance began before you had even finished apologising, his arms tightening around you. He cupped your face in his hands, tilting it, look at me, come on darling, please, look at me.

Hiromi held your face, your cheeks squashed and blotchy with tears in his palms. He felt a trickle of disgust with himself run down his throat, as he stole his role as your hero from Kento, "None of that. You know you don't have to apologise for anything--"

"But I love him," you sobbed, voice cracking with devastated guilt, feeling like a filthy liar, a cheater, a bigamist, "I love him so much and I want him back, but I want you, Hiro, I-- I--" Hiromi nodded, still gazing into you, hooded dark eyes like little embers in the night. You felt a surge of appreciative, grateful love as he drank down your proclamations of love for another man, and wanted you anyway.

"If it were the other way round," Hiromi started, slow and deliberate, "if it were me who had died, and Kento loved you after...I would trust him completely to carry the torch for me. To give you two everything that I wouldn't be able to give."

You wept again, your face and chest aching, loss heavy in your soul. Hiromi kept you close, tethering you, repeating in a tender mantra; "You can love us both. You can love us both, because we both love you. You can love us both."

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"I...I'm not very good at this sort of thing."

Hiromi's words fell weakly, unanswered by the dead. Nanami Kento's grave was pristine under the hands of his many friends, his lover, his students, those he had saved. He was popular in death as he had been in life; not inundated with true friends, but awash with Bannermen and admirers, those who aspired to be like him, and those who aspired to be liked by him. An admission of guilt writhed in Hiromi's chest, bursting out in one strained cry.

"I can't feel sad that you died," Hiromi spat, disgusted not with Kento, but with himself, "because if you hadn't died, I wouldn't have them, and I'm a real piece of shit--"

"No you're not," a friendly voice drawled to Hiromi's left. Hiromi froze, eyes wide and paralyzed, dread creeping through him that someone had heard his biggest shame--

"-- and Nanami wouldn't have thought so, either. I bet she was the last thing he thought about-- worrying about her, who would look after her. He'd be happy. For her to have a good man. Like you."

Ino Takuma leaned down beside Hiromi, speaking a brief prayer above Kento, a wrapped, spotted blunt blade harnessed onto his back. Placing some fresh flowers down, he stood up again.

Hiromi and Ino were silent together amongst the rustling willows, the smooth dappling sunlight, the whispering babble of the shallow river. Ino rocked on his heels, smiling, hands pocketed. Hiromi hung his head in shame.

"You can...you can feel both, Higuruma. Regret for him dying and leaving her, and...and loving her, I guess. You're not a bad person. I bet she beats herself up for marrying again, right?"

Hiromi swallowed, nodding quickly after a breath's pause. Images flitted across his mind-- you, resplendent in your gown. Your daughter, so solemn on her big day, scattering petals down the aisle. Your earnest kiss, your joyful dancing, your gracious speech. Your wedding night breakdown, holding you in a hot bath in innocent intimacy, folding your lingerie away in favour of a soft nightdress, nothing expected, nothing lost, in life and in death, in sickness and in health.

"You've just...you've just got to be his wingman, y'know?" Ino stated, arms crossed up behind his balaclava'd head, "You and Nanami...you're both her husband. You're both my niece's dad. So big him up a bit for us, huh?"

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"Hey, dad?"

Hiromi leaned round the fridge door, crows feet crinkling around his eyes as he popped a cube of cheese into his mouth, busted.

His daughter smirked at him, fine eyebrows raised under a smooth honey-blonde fringe. As tall as Hiromi, leggy and sarcastic, Hiromi didn't so much tell this young woman off now, as get savagely roasted by her dry wit. Hiromi took it with all of the frustrated joy of a father trying to parent a young woman with unparentably excellent traits.

"Cheese?" Hiromi offered, flicking a cube deftly at his daughter. She caught it, seamlessly, eyes narrowing at him. For all the bravado she was putting on, Hiromi knew she was putting it on. He headed over, pulling her to him with one arm, blonde head against black-grey head.

"Penny for them?"

She sighed, and began: "Did you...meet him?"

Him. Ah.

"I did not," Hiromi admitted, "but I know he was exceptional. Your mother has wonderful taste." He accepted the slap to his arm, well-deserved.

"I can never...I don't think I'll ever be as good as him." Hiromi's heart swelled and ached for his daughter; he felt an odd kinship, one of them in such a powerful shadow, one of them in such enormous shoes. Hiromi nodded, his throat thick.

"You're right," he said, his daughter's lips puckering up in grim acceptance, looking at the floor, "your dad was a hero. He protected the weak when nobody else wanted to. He took on the messy jobs with nothing more than a glass of whiskey and your mum's love behind him. He was funny, kind, patient, empathetic... he was the best of the best. The best sort of man. He's a legend even now."

"So, no, sweetheart, you're never going to be as good as him," Hiromi turned to his daughter, cupping her high-cheeked face in his hands, pressing her to look at him, "you're going to be better. You have all three of us in you, and you carry it so well."

Hiromi's daughter let out a dry sob, refusing to let tears fall. She sniffled, pulling close to Hiromi, letting herself be held. Rubbing her nose and pulling her hair behind one ear, she reached behind her onto a chair, revealing a black, rectangular handled case.

"Uncle Ino gave me something, today," she started, unclipping the case, "he said it was dad's. I thought I...I want to use it. Like he did."

Hiromi gazed fondly down at the blade of legends, white wrapping yellowed at the edges with age, but still just as deadly. He smiled, and your daughter relaxed into his wordless reassurance.

"Yes. Absolutely. It's the only...you're the only one who could do this old thing justice, now," Hiromi pressed, eager to hold Kento and his child together across the impenetrable veil of death, "but I have to warn you."

His daughter glanced to Hiromi, anxious. He took a deep breath, and continued;

"Your mother will cry when she sees this."

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A few tears slipped out while I wrote this.


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