if you ever doubt that your ao3 comments matter or mean something: i have been struggling with my writing for 6 months straight, crying myself to sleep afraid that i will never be able to write again, that the thing i love most in the world has left me, that my writing is just gone
this morning i got this comment:
and after i stopped blubbering over it, i picked up my writing notebook, and re-read all my fic research, and opened up my document again for the first time in weeks without being afraid of it
you have no idea how much writers treasure every single comment we get. you have no idea how big an impact you can have. sometimes, just sometimes, your one "insignificant" comment changes everything
content . . ৎ → in which you get possessive over them and they secretly love seeing you claim them ☆
ft. vivien hugo, sae itoshi, michael kaiser, julien loki, and bunny iglesias ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱
˚₊‧꒰ა VIVIEN HUGO
The little bell above the sweets shop chimed as the two of you stepped out into the cool evening.
A paper bag full of pastries swung from your wrist while Hugo casually walked beside you, one hand tucked into his pocket. Even after dessert, the ridiculously tall midfielder somehow looked composed enough to be walking into a press conference instead of down a crowded street.
"You've been smiling ever since we left the café," you pointed out, glancing up at him with a teasing grin. "Something must've put you in a really good mood."
"Hm."
You nudged his arm lightly. "Is it because you're spending the afternoon with me..."
You watched him pause, as if he were genuinely considering your question.
"...Or because you finally got your favorite éclair?"
"The éclair made me happy."
You frowned dramatically, narrowing your eyes at him.
"And what about me?"
He turned his head to look at you, his expression as calm and unreadable as ever.
"You made today worth remembering."
You stared at him for a moment before letting out a quiet, disbelieving laugh.
"...You really have a talent for saying the sweetest things with the most unreadable face possible, don't you?"
"So I've been told."
can we all just agree that pachelbel's canon in d is one of the most beautiful pieces of music ever written?
call me a basic girl if you want !! but this will always be my favorite classical piece. and you're talking to someone who's been obsessed with classical music since i was four years old. i grew up taking music lessons, listening to different composers, learning different periods, and somehow after all these years, after hearing so many incredible works, i still find myself coming back to canon in d.
there's just something about it like every single time i hear it, i get emotional and im not even imagining my own wedding...god, i don't even see myself getting married at all.
whenever it plays, i can't help but think about the beauty of two souls finding each other. out of billions of people in the world, they somehow meet, choose each other, and decide to spend the rest of their lives together. i don't know why that thought always gets me, but it does.
the music captures that feeling so perfectly. and yk sometimes i just sit there listening and think, "god, human beings are capable of something this beautiful."
i think that's why i love it so much. every time i hear it, it reminds me that love, in its purest and quietest form, is one of the most beautiful things we'll ever experience, whether we experience it ourselves or simply witness it in others !!
god, i wish this song was my dextrose. just hook me up to an iv and let canon in d flow through my bloodstream because i genuinely don't think i'd ever get tired of listening to it…
જ⁀➴ The King cries for the first time as you walk toward him at the altar ♡
˚₊‧꒰ა "You nervous?" BAROU SHOEI didn't even spare Isagi a glance. He stood before the mirror, fingers smoothing the front of his tie for what had to be the sixth time.
"I'm deciding whether I should throw you out before the ceremony."
"That's a yes."
"You've been saying that to everyone who's walked in here. Just admit it."
Barou finally looked over.
"The only thing I'm admitting is that you're getting on my nerves."
Someone let out an amused laugh. Bachira appeared in the doorway, resting his shoulder against the frame with a grin that looked impossible to wipe off.
"I've never seen Barou check a mirror this much."
"I've never seen him blink this much," Chigiri chimed in.
Aiku folded his arms, watching the scene with obvious amusement.
"I've never seen him willingly let someone else be the center of attention. Historic day."
"Tch."
Barou ignored them all and adjusted the cuff of his sleeve with practiced precision.
"My suit has to be perfect."
"Your suit already is perfect," Isagi said.
"And my shoes."
"They're polished enough that I can see myself in them. Trust me, you're not finding anything else to fix."
Barou shot him Aiku a flat look.
"Then stop looking at them."
A lazy yawn echoed from the couch. Nagi hadn't moved since he'd sat down twenty minutes ago.
"He's been cleaning imaginary dust off himself for ten minutes."
"I'm making sure everything is in order."
"Uh-huh." Nagi stretched his arms over his head. "You keep saying that, but you've been fixing things that aren't even messed up."
For a moment, no one said a word. Bachira was the first to crack, doubling over with laughter. The rest quickly followed, and soon the room was filled with voices and snorts. Even Isagi had to rub at his eyes.
"You know," Chigiri said, "this is weirdly reassuring."
"What does that supposed to mean?"
"You've always acted like you're untouchable," Chigiri said. "It's nice knowing there's at least one thing that can shake you."
"It isn't shaking me."
"Of course it isn't," Isagi replied, trying not to laugh.
Aiku chuckled.
"That's the Barou we know."
˚₊‧꒰ა Dinner had ended almost an hour ago. The plates sat neatly in the drying rack, still glistening beneath the warm kitchen light.
The apartment had fallen into the silence you and SAE ITOSHI had grown to love over the years. Across the room, the record player hummed softly, Frank Sinatra's song drifting through the apartment as the vinyl spun beneath the needle.
‘I know I stand in line until you think you have the time to spend an evening with me’
You leaned against the counter, absentmindedly drying your hands with a dish towel, listening to the music more than thinking about it.
You heard Sae's footsteps approach from behind. By the time you turned around, he was already standing in front of you, one hand held out between the two of you.
‘And if we go someplace to dance, I know that there's a chance
You won't be leaving with me’
"Dance with me."
You stared at him, then at his outstretched hand.
"...You're telling me Sae Itoshi, one of the best football players in the world, is asking me to dance in our living room right now? Is the world ending?"
"The world isn't ending," he replied, unfazed. "I'm asking my wife to dance."
‘And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place and have a drink or two’
Sae had never been one for grand gestures or pretty words. Loving you had never changed the way he spoke, but it had changed the way he looked at you, the way his hand instinctively found yours, the way he lingered just a little longer before letting go. Marriage had softened him in all the quiet places no one else was allowed to see. You had long since realized that every small thing he did was his own way of saying I love you, over and over again.
So when he held his hand out to you again, you slipped yours into it without a second thought.
His fingers intertwined with yours before his other hand settled gently at your waist, drawing you close until there was hardly any space left between you. The two of you began to sway in slow, unhurried circles across the living room,
‘And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like "I love you"’
"I don't think I tell you enough." He looked at you for a long moment. "I love being your husband."
The words came quietly, without hesitation, as though they had been sitting in his heart for a long time.
‘I can see it in your eyes
That you despise the same old lies you heard the night before’
"I love coming home to you." His thumb brushed over the back of your hand. "I love having dinner with you. I love waking up beside you every morning and knowing I get to do it all again."
˚₊‧꒰ა MAY THE GOALS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR
summary . . ৎ → in which BLUE LOCK PLAYERS are pulled into another kahoot game but with a twist! a few unexpected football prodigies from germany, france, and ... spain join the lobby!
જ⁀➴ content: kahoot au :: crackfic :: profanity :: no footballs were kicked during the making of this fic :: everyone is yelling
Haiiiii!!! Hruuu okay so look I kinda have a problem Idk where to read bluelock manga and I already know some characters but I really want to catch up with everyone if u can tell me what app/website u use to read manga it would be so appreciated but if u don't want to that's totally fineeeee I respect your choice and thank you so so much for reading this till the end 🥹💗
HIII PLEASE DON'T FEEL BAD ABOUT ASKING! as someone who's a seasoned manga reader, finding the best site to read uninterrupted is really important, and until now the best site i use is https://comix.to/. for me it doesn't have any pesky ads + the comment sections are always filled with the most PEAK side commentary. basically the site is very straightforward so you can enjoy reading and catching up!! goodluck and have fun (^o^)
˚₊‧꒰ა MAY THE GOALS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR
summary . . ৎ → in which BLUE LOCK PLAYERS are pulled into another kahoot game but with a twist! a few unexpected football prodigies from germany, france, and ... spain join the lobby!
જ⁀➴ content: kahoot au :: crackfic :: profanity :: no footballs were kicked during the making of this fic :: everyone is yelling