#bittersweet thing

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David Gandy and Charlotte Pallister for Vanity Fair Spain May 2014 issue

📷 by Mariano Vivanco

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“His eyebrows sink together, Ellie wants to press her finger there, right in that little crease between his eyes and chase the look away, but it smooths out again before she can make her alcohol-loose arms work properly.” Excerpt From: sweetandsure. “Bittersweet Thing”.

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There Is No Grief

by @sophiehatt3r - Chapter 8 updated 4-May

fanfic of Bittersweet Thing by @sweetandsure

Chapter 8

This is the last update until @sweetandsure returns - I can’t do this without her for so many reasons. Thank you to all the loyal fans of Sergei and Cat (and Ellie and Nico).

on hiatus 😞

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Kolya and Sasha were all Sergei had in the world and, for them, he would do anything, be anything.

There was no room, he told himself, for wants or needs. Every day was a day to work off his debt to his boss, the man who owned New York, and his sister, dark haired with dark eyes full of grief.

There was no room for anyone else in his life, there was barely room enough for him.

Until one night, flowers brought him Koshka.

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Where there is love or advice there is no grief - Russian Proverb

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Around here, it’s writing research Tuesday.

Because of fanfic, I have the following browser tabs open:

Navigate the NYC Flower Market

Seasonal Flowers for NYC - November

Cooper S Mini

Emily Procter

Wladimir Klitschko

Russian Proverbs and Sayings

AND

I’ve signed up to Duolingo to learn Russian.

Fanfic writers aren’t dedicated?

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Bittersweet Thing by sweetandsure

Ellie straightens, shifting in her seat a bit, their thighs pressing together. And even through the three… alright, she thinks, maybe two and a half layers of fabric, he’s warm.

(In her head, for a second before she can push it away, she thinks about tucking herself closer, curving into his side until he curls an arm around her.)

But she doesn’t. Instead, she looks out over the glittering, towering lights that make up Manhattan in the distance, seeing more of it even as it shrinks as the ferry carries them off towards Staten Island. It’s beautiful. It’s… touristy and funny and she can’t believe he brought her here.