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Post Space Tension | Charles Leclerc x McLaren! Reader

Summary: Struggling with the new frame of her relationship, Y/N decides a visit to her sister is in order. Charles realises that not having you close is even worse than you beating him.

Warnings: Swearing. Female reader. Verstappen! Reader.

I know you guys wanted angst but the doe eyes got to me.

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YourUserName a lovely visit with my favourite sibling @ victoriaverstappen, and an even lovelier surprise (p.s. Max already knew so no, I'm not spoiling it for him)

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User 1 charles in the likes but not in the comments

maxverstappen1 stop trying to get our nephews to like you more than me

→ YourUserName they already do (even the unborn one)

maxverstappen1 also, how am i not the favourite sibling. i listen to all your boy troubles

→ User 2 boy troubles!!!

→ User 3 all??? how many boys are there 😒

landonorris can't believe you had lunch without me

→ georgerussell63 really don't help yourself, mate

lance_stroll not the burger a week before a race

→ YourUserName don't tell my trainer

→ lance_stroll too late

mclaren future papaya racer

→ maxverstappen1 no.

User 4 so, are you and charles still together? the world is dying to know if he was caught cheating or not

→ User 5 apparently they're still together but taking time apart

→ User 6 source: trust me bro

victoriaverstappen we loved seeing you but he keeps asking for uncy sha so maybe bring a visitor next time?? 🤍

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→ YourUserName can't believe i'm not enough :( but at least i'm introducing him to disappointment early on

→ User 7 not her sister spilling the tea

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User 8 so, does this mean LeStappen are back in the same country?

User 9 how's he going to keep his distance when they're on the same track

User 10 i feel tension brewing

User 11 anyone see arthur's latest tweet?

→ User 9 no why?

→ User 11 he posted that pic of charles and that woman but from another angle. arthur was with them that day and it looks like arthur's holding the woman's hand?

→ User 8 so charles wasn't on a date with that woman?!?! chay/n shippers rise!

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YourUserName 'cause i'm back in the saddle again tagged: landonorris, danielricciardo

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danielricciardo alternate caption was 'me and pookies' but lando and i talked her down from that

→ landonorris you're just jealous that i'm pookie #1

landonorris 🔥🔥

redbullracing we still think you'd look better in navy

→ mclaren back, back, i say 🤺

→ scuderiaferrari please, we all know red is her colour

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→ User 12 we see you charles

landonorris @ redbullracing stop trying to steal my teammate

→ arthur_leclerc stop trying to steal my brother's girlfriend

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→ User 13 we saw that, arthur

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skysportsf1 read the latest interview from the Verstappen twins, and how racing helped strengthen their bond

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f1 our favourite twins

YourUserName wow, we look good. thanks for having us, it was so nice to be able to hype each other up and get paid for it

maxverstappen1 can't believe they left out the part where i said i only like you because i beat you

→ YourUserName because you told them not to? stop trying to make out like you hate me so people think you're tough. everyone saw you cry when i won

danielricciardo alternate caption was 'join us as we chat with racer, y/n verstappen and her lesser-known brother, max'

→ YourUserName he threatened to sue if they used that title

→ maxverstappen1 i hate you both

lance_stroll only read for y/n

alex_albon love how they tried to make max sound good at padel

georgerussell63 does anyone know who either of these people are? it's amazing who they class as celebrities these days

User 13 living for the grid picking on them (max)

mclaren going to need these pics blown up and hung in my living room

→ charles_leclerc agreed

→ redbullracing charles is all of us

User 14 not charles trying to hide in the comments

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Part 4 will be the final part. Thank you for coming on the journey of self-indulgent fics x

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blixssily · 9 months

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Hey!! Congrats on 100+ followers 🎺🎉

Not sure if your requests are open, so feel free to ignore this if they’re not! <3

Can I request some JJK headcanons. Specifically Geto with a younger sibling? (They’re also a jujutsu sorcerer).

And can this be one where he doesn’t turn into the cult leader?

This new season of jjk has been ROUGH and I just need some fluff content😭

Thanks! Have a great day/night!

💜

"stop growing up so fast."

| you're their younger sibling!! how do they treat you?

| gojo satoru, geto suguru included

˓ ꒱ notes and disclaimers: characters might be ooc (especially nanami), reader is their younger sibling and is gender neutral. apologies for any spelling mistakes!!

˓ ꒱ authors notes: thank you so much for this request!! honestly i haven't been writing jjk that much so i apologise if these are ooc :( my requests are always open as of now so please feel free to send some in!!

| gojo satoru *◞

i feel like he'd make a really fun big brother, the type you can joke about anything with. you two would always end up a little late to class, you always blame it on his antics but he insists that you were the main cause of why the two of you were late.

he'd be the type to steal your snacks and a) insult you for your tastes in snacks/sweets or b) he would steal more when you weren't looking.

"did you. just take. another one of my snacks behind my back."

"no i didn't." whilst he's literally chewing on the said snack he stole.

i can kinda see him being a little protective of you too, not in an overbearing way but more of a "i'll look out for you" kinda way. like in a scenario where you two get sent on a mission together, he's more likely to be more observant when it comes to you. he'd still tease you if you got scared by something but when he senses that you're stressed or anxious he'd give you a light pat on your shoulder.

"there's no need to be scared." you look up at him as he lightly patted your shoulder. "your big brother is the strongest after all." he'd say in his usual light hearted (cocky) tone, and suddenly all admiration you might've had for him has been throw away as you kick the back of his knee a little. you laugh in his face as his stumbles a little.

i feel like whenever the both of you go out for lunch or dinner together he always insists on paying, in the most asshole way ever.

"i could never let my baby sister pay for my meal!" as he jokingly pushed the bill closer to your side of the table. yet before you can grab it he snatches it out of your reach. "it's ok, you're probably too poor to even pay for me." even though he knows you're just as rich as him.

yet if he ever got the sense that he went too far in his antics he'd apologise, maybe not in the most forward way but you'd know he means it. he'll buy you either something that you've been wanting for awhile or just some of your favourite snacks.

id like to imagine that whenever you go on solo missions, he'd secretly be really worried for you. he knows you can fight amazingly (having learned from the best) but he just can't help that uneasy feeling. suguru and shoko can sense when he's anxious, his leg is bouncing up and down as he's waiting for you at the entrance of jujutsu high. when he sees you he acts like he hasn't been worrying over you at all.

"fiiiiinaly you're back, i was stuck here waiting for you." he pretends to act annoyed at having to wait there for his younger sibling and you just roll your eyes and flip him off.

whenever you're sad or in need of comfort he honestly wouldn't know what to do. sometimes he walks past your room and he can hear the faint sound of sniffles. he stops in his place, contemplating if he should go inside your room or act like he never heard you at all. ultimately he usually sends you a text saying that he's proud of you, that you deserve a break and that you two should go out sometime to relax.

[tooth brush 8:47 a.m -> you] "hey, you've been going on a lot of missions lately. wanna go out to relax a little? my treat."

[tooth brush 8:48 a.m -> you] "i'm proud of you yk?"

you leave him on read but he knows you appreciated it, he goes up to you after school asking where you'd like to go out for dinner.

he'd introduce you to his friends, namely suguru and shoko. you guys actually spend some nights together playing games or watching movies. you guys aren't in the same year (reader is one year younger than gojo) but when you pass by the trio in the hall you sometimes like to mess with your brother by only greeting suguru and shoko.

"morning getou, morning shoko." you bow slightly to them, blatantly ignoring your older brother.

"hey! what about me??" he stops as he turns his head back to you. "oh sorry, didn't you see there." you say as you snick your tongue out at him, sprinting forward as he starts chasing you down the halls. shoko immediately pulls out her phone as suguru just leans against the wall and laughs at the two of you.

| geto suguru *◞

amazing older brother, very chill with you. honestly he lets you do whatever you want as long as it's not harming you in any way. you guys don't often go out together but i feel like he's the type to just send you funny pictures or videos.

he's the kind of older brother who would, after an afternoon of going out with satoru at the arcade, would come back with a plush of a character you liked or something you've said that you've wanted for awhile.

"hey i got you something" and it's this ginormous plushie he's somehow managed to fit through the door.

"you don't have to always bring me back something whenever you go out with gojo. i barely have any space left on my bed." you laugh, taking the huge plushie from your big brother. "just put some on the floor then."

"has going out with gojo so much caused you to go dumb??" you stare at him. "i'm gonna tell that to him." he sighs as he pulls out his phone.

when you two go on a mission together, it's usually pretty casual between the two of you. you both have the same calmness about you when on missions, only engaging in light conversations and mild teasing. you bullying suguru and he bullies you back but you end up complaining that he's so mean to his baby sister, that as the big brother he should be nice to you. you laugh as he rolls his eyes.

if he notices that during the mission you seem a little uneasy he'd ask if there was anything wrong or if you had noticed something.

"what's wrong? is something wrong?" he asks, slowing down his pace as you walk next to him. "nothing. it's stupid." you sigh, trying to put on your best nonchalant face but you know it won't fool your brother for long.

"try me, i spend almost everyday with satoru." you both laugh at this. "i'm just feeling a little nervous that's all." you huff out after a few more moments of silence.

"hmm, i can't help much with that to be completely honest but i know you'll be fine in this mission. you're strong, if you need any help, i'll be right behind you." he assures you, going deeper into the dark building you two were assigned to.

i feel like he'd also be a little protective of you like satoru. if you have any guy friends come over to your room or you go out with a guy he'd interrogate you on what happened. and if he ever found out that someone hurt you or you got hurt during a mission, you wouldn't even dare tease him about this protective side of him.

"who did this to you?" he'd ask with an eerie calmness in his voice as he's dressing your wounds. "it's fine really, i exorcised the curse already. i just got a little clumsy is all." you laugh it off, wincing as he dabs on some ointment on your arm.

"tsk, be more careful next time." he'd sigh, more relieved than annoyed actually. he's proud you defeated such a powerful curse but he still worries about your safety.

if he senses that you've been losing motivation to go to school or not talking to your friends much he'd come into your room unannounced to make sure that everything was ok. he's been through what you're going through right now and he doesn't want you to go through such a dark place.

"hey, i noticed you look kinda out of it recently. what's going on?" he asks, sitting next to you on the floor while you're sitting on your bed, his back is turned to you.

when you don't respond he speaks up again. "it's fine if you don't wanna answer me or even talk right now. i want you to know that no matter how busy i am or how much time i spend with satoru or shoko that i'm always here for you. you're my favourite sister after all." he adds in the last part to try to get a laugh out of you.

"i'm your only sister." you slightly smack his shoulder as giggle. he's glad he's able to make you laugh in times like these.

you always ask him where he buys his shampoos or hair masks and he just smiles at you, pretending like he never heard you at all. you've ask him the same question for years now and he's never given you the answer.

[you 2:54 p.m-> big brother ru] "if you don't tell me where you get your shampoo from i'm gonna cut your hair in your sleep."

[suguru 3:03 p.m -> copycat] "kys."

i imagine that whenever you were younger you'd always look up to suguru as your inspiration. kinda following what he would do when you both were just kids. hence the contact name now

you're actually good friends with shoko! you meet up with her sometimes for lunch after school. you like bullying gojo with your brother but when you're alone with him you get quiet cause you're only able to insult him casually when your older brother is around.

"why are you so quiet when suguru isn't around??" gojo asks, suguru left to get you guys some drinks from the vending machine (he lost a scissors paper stone match..) "dunno, you scare me." you shrug causing shoko to laugh.

"yea stop scaring our poor junior." the arm that shoko has around your shoulder tightens. "satoru tends to scare people like that." suguru sits back down in the space between you and satoru. "stop scaring my sister will you?" "i wasn't even doing anything!" while you and shoko just laugh at them.

notes and reblogs are heavily appreciated !!

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #should this even be considered x reader if reader is their sibling.....

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piratefishmama · 6 months

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I got tagged in a questions thingy.

by: @w1ll0wtr33 thanks sweets!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope, my name was in fact a mistake made by a nurse! It was supposed to be a hyphenated combination of my first and middle name, but the person doing the birth certificate made an error.

2. when was the last time you cried?

Like… fully? Uhm. August? The day before my dad got out of the hospital I had a full blown panic attack cause I knew I’d be alone in taking care of his asshole self and wasn’t prepared to do that. There was crying involved in that.

3. do you have kids?

I would sooner rip my own uterus and womb out, Netflix Witcher style than have children.

Storytime: My mum once bought me a £75 stroller and doll, an this was years ago, like, single digits age range so that was EXPENSIVE for the time (fuck man, it’s expensive now lmao), I… left it out as far away from the house as I, at my age, could... in the rain. An it was all silk and satin material so it was well and truly fucked.

They stopped expecting eventual grandchildren from me very early on in my life.

4. What sports do you/have you play/played?

Does archery count? I feel like archery should count lmao I do archery, and I used to do ju-jitsu, I have medals somewhere for ju-jitsu, god knows where though my medals were never worth keeping track of apparently. My brother's are in his old room.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Fluently.

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

That they’ve invaded my carefully curated alone time and thus have become my enemy.

7. what’s your eye colour?

Hazel, with more green than brown.

They're also my favourite eye colour too! there’s so many variations of it, do you have more green or brown in it? is there a ring of darker colour around your iris or not? Hazel has so many variations it’s such a pretty eye colour to have and it changes. Hazel eyes are magic.

8. scary movies or happy endings?

Thanks to my truly stellar vivid imagination and Childhood Trauma™️, I cannot watch scary movies. At least not ones that have plausibility. Like they could happen. Because for some reason, everytime I watch one of those, my brain ever so lovingly decides to recreate the movie in the form of a nightmare where all the starring cast are people I actually care about an I’m just. watching them all die.

It's never fun. And I can never escape it. Even waking up, if I go to sleep, I will go right back into that nightmare, there’s no escape.

9. any talents?

Many! i have ADHD and autism, I have so many random skills. The only one I can reliably do on command though is writing. I can draw, paint, sew, sing, dance, and many others… sometimes, but the only one I can reliably do without fail, is write.

10. where were you born?

Britain. You don’t get closer than that I ain’t about to dox myself.

11. what are your hobbies?

Writing, reading, video games, creating shit.

12. do you have any pets?

Hope and Shadow are my two dogs, you all know them by now I’m sure. I have a shitton of tropical fish in tanks both upstairs and down, I did have a very smol bird but I had to put him up for adoption as unfortunately he and Hope simply did not get along, she made him very anxious and he made her hungry for bird.

13. how tall are you?

I’m tiny, 4’11.

14. favourite subject in school?

English. I had a great teacher. It would have been art but unfortunately I hated my teacher, and my teacher hated me and that made the lessons very uncomfortable.

15. dream job?

I would love to work with animals. Animals are easier than people.

And no, i'm not tagging people.

#tag games #personal

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little-tyrant-gortash · 4 months

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Oathbreaker

Pairing: fem!Tav x Enver Gortash, fem!Tav/Astarion

Tags: Emotional Manipulation, Manipulation, Manipulative Relationship, Paladin Tav (Baldur's Gate), Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Drunk Sex, Unrequited Love, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Scars, Blood and Injury, Injury, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Torture, Psychological Torture, Implied/Referenced Torture

Word count: 1,448

Ao3 here.

Chapter 1.

Chapter 2.

Chapter 3.

Chapter 4.

Chapter 5.

Chapter 6.

Chapter 7.

Chapter 8.

Chapter 9.

Chapter 10. ⬇

Chapter 11.

Chapter 10: Misread

"Why is it so light? I thought it'd weigh me down."

Gortash silently adjusted the armour on her body, making it fit her form as snugly as possible to prevent injury from the material in the future. At her question, he smiled to himself.

"That is", he murmured, as he lowered himself on one knee in front of her to adjust straps underneath the armour, "because I altered it."

Tav looked down on him as he was working. She felt heat rise to her cheeks as she observed his kneeling form; concentration drawn over his features as he was gently tugging and adjusting the armour around her. It was an excellent fit. Ketheric seemed huge compared to her and Gortash could alter the armour so well that it fit her perfectly.

"How?"

"My dear, we'd be here until dusk if I started to explain it", he chuckled, finishing to adjust one last strap.

He wanted to get up when he felt her fingers in his hair. As he glanced up at her and saw her beautiful, soft smile, he could feel that stirring again in his chest. He shoved it away.

"You look good down on your knee, Your Grace", she teased him, and Gortash grabbed her arm with a bit more force than he intended before he got up.

"Savour the memory. It won't happen again."

She looked confused, then slightly sad at his words. He wondered why, but it quickly went right over his head. Gripping a clean cloth from the desk from behind himself, he gently rubbed the purple stone within the golden claws that sat over her heart.

"Is there anything else?" Tav muttered without moving an inch, her arm still in his grasp.

Gortash pressed his lips together as he glanced up in her eyes again. He pulled her closer by her arm until the cold metal touched his bare chest.

"Yes."

"And what that might be?"

"Don't die."

"That'll be impossible in this armour", she rolled her eyes.

"I hope so." He huffed, placing a small kiss on her forehead. "I went through a lot of trouble to keep you alive. I need you for our Grand Design. I'll be annoyed if you somehow managed to get yourself killed now."

For some reason, his grumpy voice made her smile.

"Don't worry. I wouldn't want to annoy my favourite Archduke."

He needed a moment to collect himself. He wouldn't get her words get under his skin, he couldn't allow them to. Not now. Not yet.

"Bring Karlach here tonight. I'll see what I can do about her engine."

Tav bit her lower lip as Gortash let her arm go. He shifted away from her, stopping just next to the desk again to look at the drawings he left there hours ago. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

"Karlach can't know", she muttered quietly.

"Hmm?"

"Karlach can't know", she repeated herself, causing him to look at her again. When he said nothing, she swallowed, looking away, flustered. "I mean… about us."

"Why?" Gortash cocked a brow, slightly amused. Warmed, from the inside out. "What are we, other than business partners?"

Tav concealed all the hurt she felt at those words. If it was all he felt towards her, then she really must keep her emotions under lock and key. She couldn't let herself feel too excited around him, because she was sure he'd use it – just as Astarion used her own emotions against her.

"All you had to do was fall for it."

And fall she did.

I better keep myself distracted somehow, she thought as she watched Gortash cock a brow at her when she didn't reply.

"Nothing", she shrugged, turning her back on him. "We're nothing."

As he watched her walk to the door, he tried his best to ignore that stab of pain. It was frightening how the warmth she conjured within him was taken away just as fast by her reply. Did she just... brush him off? Their meetings meant nothing to her? Their discussions? The sex? Their touches and kisses and plans? At that point, he was certain he wouldn't sleep that night. These thoughts would definitely keep him awake.

For a moment, he believed. For a moment, he hoped. And that moment caused him a world of pain, now, because none of it was true.

We're nothing. That meant that to her, he was nothing. Compared to when she said he was her favourite Archduke, this felt so much more real and true. Of course he was nothing. Always had been. Always will be.

The void he'd been trying hard to fill up in the past few years remained. Trying to prove himself to others, over and over again, taking what he wanted if it wasn't given freely – and nothing was ever given freely –, he's failed again. If he thought he had something special with Tav… he was wrong, then. He felt like a fool. And he hated to feel like a fool.

He let her leave without another word. And she did.

She felt awful as she was walking back to the camp to join the others. Karlach was the first who spotted her.

"Hey, soldier!" She flashed a smile at her, then it froze on her face when she saw what Tav was wearing. "Wait a second. Is that…?"

"Yes, it is", she begrudgingly walked up to Karlach and looked up in her beautiful, glowing eyes. It was best to keep it honest with Karlach, especially if she wanted her to agree to the plans she had for her. "I'm wearing it because… I've made a bargain with Gortash."

"Bargain?" Karlach echoed, looking suspiciously at her already. "Was that the wise thing to do?"

"I'll be honest. I need you to fight Orin, Karlach. I can't do it without you. But we both know that your engine might give up at any time here." Tav glanced down, eyeing Karlach's glowing heart, before she looked back up in the tiefling's eyes. "I've promised myself that I'd do everything in my power to save your life, because you've done it countless times when we were in battles together. You've watched my back for as long as I can remember, and I wouldn't be here without you. I owe you so, so much. More than I can ever even begin to repay."

"Soldier…"

"We need to wipe Orin off the face of Faerûn, but I need you to be able to do that. We can't be sure what she's capable of. So… I asked him to fix your engine, and he agreed."

"On what conditions?"

"I have to wear the armour", Tav sighed, motioning at the piece shielding her body, "and I'll report to him every day how we're proceeding with our mission."

Karlach stared at her for a few long, long seconds. Tav could almost hear the cogs working in her head as she was trying to understand Gortash's motives. But Tav couldn't think of those anymore; she just wanted to get Karlach's engine first, finally find the Temple of Bhaal, send Orin to her death – in as many pieces as possible for giving her so much trouble –, then shove the stones in Gortash's hands and leave Baldur's Gate for good.

She wouldn't let someone weaponize her emotions again.

"How can we be sure he keeps his word?" Karlach finally asked and Tav shrugged.

"We can never be sure in anyone's word, Karlach. During our travels we've seen some outrageous shit. Think of… think of him." Tav didn't want to say Astarion's name out loud, lest he materialize behind her. She nervously checked the camp to make sure that this was just her imagination. "I never thought he'd tell me what he said on the day he left. I thought… I thought he'd be with us until the end."

"So you don't trust Gortash?"

I wish I could, but I mean nothing to him.

"I don't trust anyone. But what other choice do we have? He's damn good at what he does, he's the only one who has the materials and skills to help us, and I'm willing to give it a shot to save you."

This finally made Karlach smile, but her eyes remained sad for her.

"We never talked about this", she tentatively started, "but I'm sorry about what happened with you and As-"

"No", Tav cut her off, then spun on her heels and turned her back on Karlach. She started to walk back to her tent, but she kept talking over her shoulder. "I don't want to talk about that. We leave at dusk, so prepare yourself, okay?"

End notes: Wow. 🥲 I broke my own fucking heart with Gortash's reaction when she said they were nothing. 🥲 Ouch.

#Oathbreaker #little tyrant [enver gortash]#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg 3 #enver gortash #archduke enver gortash #lord enver gortash #fanfic #Oathbreaker fanfic

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voylitscope · 6 months

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20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @somanywords and @zenaidamacrouras1 💞 Thank you both for the tag! 💞

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

34.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

438,009

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Primarily MCU (17). I've also got Original Work (12), and there are a few fandoms I wrote one/two fics for.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

All Stucky:

1. There Are Strangers I Have Yet to Become

2. We Set a Precedent, and Now I’m Living With It

3. I Held You in Gloved Hands (And I’m Not Letting Go)

4. There’s a Light (I Find It at Your Side)

5. If I Could Stop the Clock With You Tonight (Technically, this isn't true. There is a fic I wrote in 2015 that is my Fic That Blew Up fic. It is my all-time most kudos'd fic by quite a lot. It's a one-shot I wrote in about four hours. It is in pretty small fandom. This fic is, to do this day, one of the top fics when you sort by kudos both for this ship and in the fandom in general. I still get kudos on this fic all the time. I got 5 overnight last night. So, unless I write something else that completely blows up, nothing will ever catch this fic. There's no chance. It will always actually be my number one most kudos'd.

There are two other older fics of mine that would slot into my top five by kudos -- one would actually be two all-time currently. But in the case of those two, that's largely because they've got time on their side.)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always! Sometimes it takes me a little while, but I always do. I love comments.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I was going to say I didn't really have fics with angsty endings, but that's a lie. I forgot about these two pre-war, unreliable-narrator-Bucky one-shots: But You Can Hold Me (Only 'Cause It's a Cold Night in Brooklyn) You're a Gem but Not a Saint

And thinking about it, I guess Darling, Let's Take Our Time (While It's Still Ours To Take) is probably also pretty angsty, just because of the circumstances.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I think some of my fics are just really happy overall, tone-wise, so the ending hits happy, too. Most of all We Set a Precedent, and Now I’m Living With It, I think? And i feel like the ending of I Held You in Gloved Hands (And I’m Not Letting Go) really cements the rom-com vibes there. Also, in my original stuff, people seem to really like the ending of Secretly, I’m Hoping for the Dare Again, and I completely get that. It's a very happily-ever-after sort of ending. So, I'd say those three.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I don't. I occasionally get comments that make me uncomfortable, but nothing I'd call hate at all.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I very much do. As for kind, I use the porn with feelings tag a lot, if that counts as a kind, ha. I think. I do get a lot of comments about my smut being sweet, or romantic, or sometimes even oddly wholesome, ha. I mean, like I said, Secretly, I’m Hoping for the Dare Again, has one of my very happiest endings, and I wrote that as a gift fic for the 2022 BDSM exchange. So, that probably says something about my smut style? I think?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven't. Unless you count putting characters into other universes as a crossover, even if they don't interact with that universe's characters? But I feel like that's more just an AU than a crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not one that's on my currently being-used AO3, but yes.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, a few times, but not in years.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Honestly, it's Stucky.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I hate to say never on anything, but there are several things sitting in my drafts that I haven't touched in so long. It's probably equally unlikely I'll ever finish any of them.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Tone/mood-setting and character voice, probably?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I find describing some actions so difficult, especially when specific things need to happen for plot purposes. Like, any sort of action sequence/confrontation/athletic event/etc sequence is a struggle. It's harder when there are more people involved. Transitioning in and out of scenes is also Not My Favorite.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've done it, most heavily in Will You Keep a Candle Burning? (Will You Let Me Come and Stay?) and its prequel one-shot. Although, there were also several more Wanda lines in my earliest draft of I Held You in Gloved Hands (And I’m Not Letting Go) but I think only... one? two? of those ended up in the final version. I enjoy including it, and I think it can really add a lot for characters/characterization.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

This was a question on a similar meme months ago, and I honestly didn't remember. I've Wayback Machined myself since then, and my very first fic ever up on fanfiction.net (in November of 2006, apparently) was a Harry Potter fic. I'm not positive it's the first thing I ever wrote, but it is the first fic I ever put up online, so.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

This is so difficult! I am always tempted to just say that Will You Keep a Candle Burning? (Will You Let Me Come and Stay?) is my favorite/the best thing that I've written. It's 116k! There is a lot of plot! There is so much character development! It's also the story I wrote and liked so much that it pushed me to get back on AO3/sharing my writing on line. Because I just wanted someone else to read it. So it's hard to separate it from the way writing it has impacted my life over the past couple of years.

But there are a few others I do like. For two that aren't in my top five by kudos or mentioned anywhere else in this post so far -- I'm so fond of the Steve and Bucky in We Were Strangers for Far Too Long, and I loved writing this one. I also really like this The Secret Garden fic I wrote for an exchange: So I Could Blend in With the Sky.

No pressure tags for @dharmasharks @sparkagrace @dontcallmebree @musette22 and @thisonesatellite

#thank you for the tag!#my fic #my writing #tag games

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itsoneofthemuses · 1 month

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tagged by the one and only, the inimitable @rememberthismomentx

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

225 819

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Generally only one at a time, but I've technically published fic in five fandoms: The Rookie, Community, Supernatural, Archer, and Thor.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

if you smile at me again i may do something stupid (The Rookie)

don't wanna stop just because people walking by are watching us (The Rookie)

let me go under your skin, let me find the demons that drive those heavenly limbs (The Rookie)

you be screamin' now they banging on our door (The Rookie)

i've got time, i've got love (The Rookie)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do! As much as I can! You could probably rope me into a whole ass conversation because I don't know how to end the call and response.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The as of yet publicly unpublished "random angst prompt" which will breach containment eventually, after I clean it up.

As for published fics, angst is not my forte, so I don't do it often, and it's rarely actually that angsty... But maybe a tie between we drank a toast to innocence (The Rookie) or between the drinks and subtle things, the holes in my apologies (The Rookie)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uh... Hmm. 95% of my fics have happy endings so it's hard for me to judge. Maybe my recent one, she's just a girl and she's on fire (The Rookie)?

I also took a few steps past sappy in you're one of the few things that i'm sure of (The Rookie) and Life Lessons in Absurdist Storytelling (Community)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

All my good luck must get used up here, because I really don't.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do write smut! And I guess it's mostly the cishet kind because those have mostly been my ships (special place in my heart for Troy/Abed).

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I've dabbled, on occasion, but it's not really my go-to. I have an unfinished Supernatural/Community crossover and that's about it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Don't think so!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've riffed back and forth in comments and on discord or email, but no, never a properly co-authored fic.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Oh gosh, well, I'm still here with chenford but Jeff/Annie will always have my heart even if I'm not involved in the fandom anymore.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

The only WIP is the aforementioned Supernatural/Community crossover and, like, sorry... It's probably never happening. I do have a jucy lay-turned-chenford fic that has been under construction since 2021-ish.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I'm funnyish and can get some decent banter going. Not totally sure what my writing strengths are... Entertaining myself, most probably.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Ha, well, this I could write an essay on. Occasionally my worst impulses run away with me and I try to be really poetic and it just comes off cloying, I think? Or incoherent, maybe.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I can passably write some French and I might occasionally, if the situation calls for it, use google translate (Community was initially centred around a study group for Spanish, for instance) but I typically stick to English as it's the language I know best and the one, usually, that my characters know best too.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Ha, I don't know if I want to admit this... But X-Men (the comics, not the movie, my fics predated the movies 😅)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Ooh, I'm terrible at picking favourites, but I enjoyed both of my vampire slayer AUs: 'cause i know you and you know me (The Rookie) and Special Topics in Demonology (A): Vampire Basics (Community).

And, fine, fine, not popular in a shipping community obviously, but as the founding member of the Let Lucy Get Laid Brigade, I wrote a few fics featuring Lucy with other partners for #30daysoflovingforlucy and cast various Canadians, and it was just fun. All five fics are part of my series but baby it's okay if i am still the best you had

Obviously, anyone who would like to participate should (would love to see gif makers like @detectivechen or @relentlessescapism answer these kinds of questions...), but for the purposes of spreading the joy far and wide (no pressure), @dollsome-does-tumblr, @write-or-wrong88, @doomedship, @jakelovesamy, @universallongings, @farfarawaygirl

#chenford #lucy chen #the rookie #lucy x tim #sixseasonsandamovie #yahoo community #nbc community #jeff x annie

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crispy-chan · 2 years

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heat waves ∿ h.js

pairing. han jisung x f.reader

genre. fluff, established relationship!au

word count. 1.8k

warnings. mildly suggestive, jisung's hands wander lol, mentions of insecurities (PG-15)

summary. jisung's favourite past time is kissing you.

a/n. kinda nervous to post this cause it isn't exactly my turf lol. it's my first time dipping my toes into these kinds of drabbles @_@ but oh well, i wanted to try something new :P this is also my entry [6-7pm] for the 24/8 collab by @neo-shitty, tysm for letting me participate, toffee! i honestly had a lot of fun writing this (minus the cringing) and it was oddly liberating since it's the first time i wrote something so short for a collab lol. don't forget to check out all the other works <3

playlist. heat waves (glass animals) ･ back to you (selena gomez) ･ levitating (dua lipa) ･ into your arms (witt lowry, ava max)

masterlist

Sometimes all I think about is you. Late nights in the middle of June. Heat waves been fakin' me out. Can't make you happier now.

With the Sun beginning to set against your back, and the waves crashing against the sandy coast, you feel as if the entire world is in the palm of your hand.

The June air is warm, soaked in summer, contrasting the gentle breeze of chilly air that visits you every few minutes, tousling the strands of Jisung's hair.

“Jisung,” you whine when you feel his hands slide around your waist, pulling you closer to his side. He nuzzles his nose into the dip near your collar bones, groaning, “stop tickling me.”

You're referring to his mop of curls that're stoking the side of your neck, barely able to hold in the giggles as the locks brush over your sensitive skin. You love it when he lets his hair grow out like this, the shabby look paired with his hooded eyes gazing at you from under his long lashes making your heart skip a beat.

“Only if you let me kiss you,” he breathes out, rolling over on the towel you two were laying on. His lips gently brush against the side of your neck, “otherwise I'll tickle you to death.”

You laugh, the sound so light and airy it fills Jisung's heart with pure, unfiltered joy. He groans when your hands slide into his hair, beginning to tug at his locks as he peppers kisses down the column of your throat. You're teasing him, he can tell by the way the pads of your fingers gently press into his scalp — it's something you do whenever you want to rill him up.

Well, two can play this game.

Pressing his lips to your neck for the last time, he lowers himself until he's facing your navel. A gasp leaves your parted lips when his hands slide under the hem of your shirt, pressing against your sides causing a shiver to run down your spine.

“J-Jisung, what are you,” you squeak, unable to finish your sentence as your boyfriend presses a rather sloppy kiss to your belly button. You can feel his tongue poking out from between his plush lips as he trails kisses up your stomach, a cry leaving your lips.

“–ah, w-what are you d-doing?”

Parting his mouth from your tummy, a lopsided smirk appears on his face before swiftly being replaced with a gentle, almost apologetic smile. “I'm sorry, baby. Got carried away.”

You immediately reach out to grab his hand, interlacing your fingers. “Don't apologize, Jisung. You did nothing wrong. It's just that…”

“It's just that what, princess?” he inquires, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles as he patiently waits for you to voice out your thoughts. He knows how much you struggle to vocalize your needs so it's important for him to always hear you out.

“It's just that… uh, could you maybe… could you kiss me on the lips more?”

The corners of Jisung's mouth turn upwards at your bashful question, his heart swelling at how unapologetically adorable you are. Immediately, he sits up and faces you, gently cupping the side of your face with his right hand.

“You know you're the prettiest girl I know,” he whispers, gazing into your eyes with what could only be described as desire. You feel the heat rising to your cheeks—Jisung always knew how to make you flustered.

“S-Stop it, Ji,” you mumble, looking away as your unoccupied hand fumbled with the towel. “Don't say things you don't mean.”

A frown worms its way onto Jisung's face, brows creasing at your hasty dismissal of his well-intended compliment. Has he made you uncomfortable? Or is it just your insecurities speaking—do you really not believe him?

“Y/N,” his tone is laced with worry as he gently motions for you to sit up to be face to face with you. “Do you think I don't mean it when I compliment you?”

When you look away shyly, hair covering your eyes as you gently shake your head, he feels his heart shatter. Immediately, his hands slide around your waist and the way he effortlessly hoists you up in the air before seating you in his lap makes your heart skip a beat.

It seems like all those hours at the gym have finally paid off, you realize when his hands automatically wrap around your waist. The bulging muscles pressing into your body are causing you to get all hot and bothered.

When did he get so… broad?

As soon as he feels the comforting weight of your body against his, Jisung lets out a content sigh, nuzzling his nose into your chest. He always felt at peace when near you.

“I meant every single thing, you know? It's not just baseless flattery, I genuinely think you're the most amazing person to walk this Earth.”

“I-...” the words get caught in your throat as you try your best to avoid Jisung's piercing gaze. But your boyfriend isn't having any of that, his thumb gently rubbing circles into your jaw as he angles your head.

Moving his face until his lips are hovering above yours, he whispers, “I truly think you're breathtaking in every sense of the word. And if I have to remind you of it every day, then so be it.”

Jisung always had a way with words, that much you knew, but hearing him speak like that, his tone so genuine and emotions so raw… you feel like your heart is about to leap out of your chest. Your eyes fill with tears as you lean down to press your lips against his, hoping to convey the jumble of emotions swirling inside of you with a kiss.

Your boyfriend groans like a man starved when he tastes your lips, his large hand splaying across your back as he presses you closer to himself. Your hand fists at his shirt, desperately clinging onto your last bits of sanity as Jisung devours your mouth with so much hunger it makes your head spin.

Kissing Jisung is almost overwhelming in a sense. It feels like your body is on fire, every nerve tingling at the sensation of his lips against yours. If it weren't for his hand steadying you, you doubt you'd be able sit up straight and not fall into his chest.

“Mnm– Jisung!” you mewl, feeling his heart beating rapidly against your chest. Well, at least you know that you have some effect on him…

“Yeah?” Jisung pants after disconnecting your lips, groaning when he sees the thin sheen of slick that formed between you.

“I-I love you.”

You say these words so quietly you question if he even heard you, but the way he grins makes you believe he did. He gazes at you with nothing but fondness as he caresses your cheek, “I love you too.”

When you connect your lips once again, you can almost hear the fireworks going off behind you.

Just like before, you're perturbed. Jisung has managed to light the candle of passion somewhere deep within you, making you feel things you've never felt before. Your hands have moved from their previous position, one of them gripping onto his bicep while the other splays against his toned chest.

And in this moment, you truly feel like everything falls into place. The evening breeze ruffles Jisung's hair and you giggle when you feel the strands brushing against your neck.

Hearing your laugh, Jisung can't help but smile too. You have that effect on him—like a sunset on a summer evening—all he feels is warmth when he's around you. And desire.

“The things you do to me, princess,” he murmurs against your lips. You can feel his breath against your lips when he snakes his hand down your waist, his palm gently caressing the swell of your ass.

Heat rises to your cheeks as you struggle to hold in the whines threatening to spill from your lips. Jisung, albeit a bit sad that you decided to muffle your sounds, recognizes that the two of you should probably stop before one of the glaring mothers calls security on you.

And at the beach, security translated to lifeguards and Jisung certainly isn't in the mood to get reprimanded by a bunch of shirtless gymbros in swim trunks.

He squeezes your bottom one last time before retreating, pecking you on the forehead. Cheking his watch, he grins, “it's almost seven o'clock, we can still get some ice cream if we hurry.”

Your eyes immediately light up at the mention of your favorite dessert and Jisung nearly pouts.

How come you had bigger heart eyes for ice cream than for him?

“Let's go!” you squeal, swiftly standing up and running towards the small path through the woods that lead to the ice cream cart you discovered on your way to the beach. Jisung can only smirk as he watches you beam with excitement, throwing the towel over his shoulder before breaking into a sprint to catch up to you.

As the two of you later sit on the rocky coast, your feet dangling in the air with an occasional wave crashing against the shore, Jisung can't help but watch you hungrily devour your ice cream, and idiotic smile plastered across his face.

This is going to be your daily routine now for the next two weeks, and to say that he was enthralled would be an understatement. You had insisted on organizing a trip like this for months, claiming that the two of you should enjoy your last summer break before college to the fullest.

The prospect of waking up by your side every day till the end of the month, and eating a homecooked meal together before heading to the beach was picture perfect in his head, all the domesticity making his head spin.

When your hand sneaks around his waist to pull yourself closer, Jisung knows he's a goner. His mind immediately wanders back to kissing you; specifically the way your hands curled into his hair, tugging at it whenever he let his wander more than usual. The weight of you body against his is wonderful, almost like a weighted blanket, and the way your thighs press into his tummy makes him feel all warm and fuzzy.

Whenever he's around you, he feels at peace, your touch soothing him like a lullaby but simultaneously leaving him wanting more.

“Thank you for agreeing to come,” you suddenly whisper, halting Jisung's train of thought. You sound sleepy, he notes, and when you curl up to his side, a soft blush coats his cheeks.

A few minutes later, you're yawning, and Jisung decides that it's the perfect time to swoop you up and carry back to your little house on the beach. As he's tucking you to sleep, he leans down to peck your forehead.

“I'll go wherever you want me to if it means I get to be with you.”

a/n ∿ i have nothing 2 say other than that i'm cringing on the inside T_T but to be fair, i'm a romantic at heart so yeah @_@ as always, i'd appreciate if you let me know your thoughts <3 stay safe, guys :)

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luvfae · 2 years

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Hi! Can I please request for your 3k Requests, an Eddie Munson x Reader with prompts 8+14 please? (If you’re only allowed one prompt, then prompt 8 please [enemies to lovers] one, please!)

Also, congrats on 3k angel! I’m so so happy for you, nobody deserves it more than you! :)

IN YOUR DREAMS

fandom: stranger things

parings: eddie x f reader

note: i already did 14, so i just did 8! it also just alludes to enemies to lovers, i’ll make a part 2 if you guys like it! enjoy xx

warnings: swearing, slight smut

8: enemies to lovers

part two

Eddie Munson had hated you ever since your first day of high school, you were two years younger than him and you were the biggest bitch he had ever encountered. But for some reason only he saw you as a bitch, the rest of the school sat you on a pedestal. And that’s why you hated him in return because he was rude and abrasive and he had never even given you a chance to be his friend.

So the pair of you spent your entire high school careers teasing each other. But now, you had caught up to him. Eddie didn’t get to graduate again last year, so here he was, sitting in your classroom with your class.

You had a huge smirk on your face as you sat next to him and he rolled his eyes at your presence.

“If it isn’t my favourite person,” you cooed, teasingly.

“Fuck off, Y/L/N,” he said, clearly not in the mood for your antics todays. You laughed, your eyes remaining on him. Until he told you to stop fucking staring.

This went on for the rest of the week, the teasing, name calling, annoying the shit out of each other, it got so bad that the teacher ended up giving the both of you an after school detention.

Which is where you were now, sitting alone in a room with Eddie Munson and the teacher. You were pretending to do homework and Eddie was scribbling in his notebook, also pretending to do homework.

“I’ll be right back,” the teacher said before standing up and rushing out of the room.

You smirked, standing up and closing the classroom door. Eddie looked over at you and you smiled at him, causing him to roll his eyes.

What could you do to torture him today? You wondered, thinking long and hard about your options. It was just the two of you, so you didn’t have to hold back. You could say anything you wanted.

You walked over to him, shoving his notebook away, sending it flying across the room before taking a seat on top of his desk.

“Can you fuck off?” He snapped. “You’re the reason we’re stuck in here.”

“Hey, I don’t get the blame. You are also the reason we are in here,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

You watched as his eyes flickered down to your breasts, lingering for a little too long and you burst out laughing.

“Did you just check me out?!” You exclaimed.

“In your dreams,” Eddie said, rolling his eyes, his cheeks turning red.

“No, in your fucking dreams Munson,” you said, narrowing your eyes at him. “You wouldn’t even know what to do with a girl.”

You gasped suddenly as Eddie’s hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing tight against your air pipe. Your eyes widened, looking down at him.

“Want me to prove you wrong?” Eddie asked. You gulped, skin heating up at his words and you rubbed your thighs together, which he immediately noticed. In your defence it didn’t take much to get you going. Eddie smirked, pushing your legs open with his spare hand. “Look at you, so needy, I bet you’re soaking wet,” he said, standing up, pushing your skirt up.

His fingers ran over your heat, the fabric of your panties being the only thing stopping him from touching your skin.

“You gunna let me finger fuck you, Y/N?” He asked, his tone menacing.

You gulped, rutting your wet pussy against his fingers and you nodded. Eddie smirked, slapping the palm of his hand against your panties, making you gasp.

“In your fucking dreams, Y/L/N,” he said, mocking your words from earlier, walking away from you, grabbing his notebook from the floor and taking a seat as far away as possible.

You remained seated on the desk, ashamed and embarrassed for letting him get to you. And Eddie sat at his new desk, head down, pissed off knowing that later on tonight he’d have to pump one out over the thought of you yet again.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader

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lothcatthree · 6 months

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Fic Writer 20 Questions

thank you for tagging me @forloveofcodywan (i've been wanting to do this one for a while)

under the cut so i don't plague your dash

1.) How many works do you have on ao3?

16 (i used to have >30 but i orphaned half of them bc i wrote them when i was 14 and nobody needs to see that)

2.) What’s your ao3 word count?

162,724

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

star wars all day babey. i dabbled in steve x bucky from 2017-2018 ish, but star wars has had my brain in a vice grip since 2015 (i was another victim to the sequels causing a sw renaissance).

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

the right feeling - from my finnpoe days :') this is part 1 of a soulmate au series. this one has 4.7k words.

i think i was blind before i met you - steve x bucky (damn we're going way back, this is 7 years old) modern au with barista steve and college student disaster bucky. 15k words.

please stay for awhile now - finnpoe, again for the win. this is part 2 of the soulmate au series. 5.6k words.

we should just kiss like real people do - finnpoe. this is the fourth and final part of the soulmate au series. hurt/comfort, recovery, all the good stuff. 8.2k words. (i suppose we all needed the soulmate finnpoe fluff in 2016, judging by these stats).

but through it all, i will need you anyways - current codywan WIP!! fix-it fic with just an insane amount of disgustingly tooth-rotting fluff. no clone death, just good feelings. this has been ENTIRELY self-indulgent and i started it when i got initial codywan brain rot. 64k words and counting!

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

oh my god yes, i love comments and it puts the biggest smile on my face knowing that people took time out of their day to write something nice for my little ramblings :')

6.) What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

jesus, literally none of them. i have to do happy endings, i'm too fragile. closest would be i hate you, fuck you, please never stop looking at me which is wolfwren PWP, except they still kinda hate each other at the end. (this barely counts because i am writing a follow-up that explores more of their feelings for each other and has a happy ending)

7.) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

ALL OF THEM. idk what to tell you. probably the cheesiest ending is the dinluke modern soulmate au i just wrote - how did i ever live without you?

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

no, thank god. i keep things pretty vanilla and i tag very thoroughly to do my best to avoid any hurt feelings. (also i've just simply been lucky to never experience that)

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

oh fuck yeah. 2/3 of my fics are explicit. mostly m/m, one f/f and two m/m/m. we have fun over here.

10.) Do you write cross overs? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

no, this would break my brain. next question.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no, unless it has been and they're very good about hiding it (doubt it, tho. i'd be a weird choice to steal from)

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

no, but i would love it!

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

no, but i have been thinking more and more that i would love to do this!!

14.) What’s your all time favourite ship?

this is so hard. . i think codywan has been the one ship that has just slapped my across the face and gave me stockholm syndrome. I think about them.... All the Time. second closest would be finnpoe, judging on how many stories i wrote about them. and they just fit so well together and i adore their characters and they had so much chemistry and. (i'll stop now)

15.) What’s a WIP you’d like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

my brain will simply not allow me to leave a WIP uncompleted. by god, it's going to happen even if i am chaining myself to my laptop and typing through tears.

16.) What are your writing strengths?

i have received many compliments about my dialogue and smut scenes flowing very naturally :) i try to make them play like a movie and have it immersive enough that a character doesn't do/say something unnatural to make the reader stop and say wait what?

16.) What are your writing weaknesses?

oh god, PLOT and ANGST. can't do it for the life of me. i work best in oneshots so i can brain vomit and move on. i have a hard time planning out fics and i deeply envy writers that can create beautiful long fics in a timely fashion. i deeply lack the patience for something like that.

as for angst, yes i can technically do it, but it pains every cell in my body. just let the sad old gay men be happy.

17.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

closest i have ever gotten is mando'a, but it's been very fun to learn!

18.) First fandom you wrote for?

oh boy. one direction (the aforementioned orphaned works).

19.) Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

i am cursed with "i immediately hate everything i write as soon as i release it" syndrome. recently, though, i was particularly proud of safe. warm. mine. because it was very outside of my comfort zone due to the involvement of three people and it was the first a/b/o i have written!

no pressure tags for @veelawings @apricusapollo @shy-wookiee. these are all the mutuals that write (that i know of) and haven't already been tagged (i think)! but please, anyone who i missed or who sees this and wants to chime in and tag me, please do!!!

#this prompted me to see when i made my ao3 account and it was september of 2013.....#when did i get.... Old #my writing #finnpoe #stucky #dinluke #codywan #bobadinluke #wolfwren #fic writing #ask game

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sherifftillman · 2 years

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An Unambiguous Love [5/10]: Drunk on You

1 :: 2 :: 3 :: 4 :: 5 :: 6 :: 7 :: 8 :: 9 :: 10 ::

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson x f!Reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: Your favourite customers really make it easier returning to the town you never went to school in. If only your friends at work would stop trying to play matchmaker between you.

Chapter 5 word count: 3684

A/N: Whoooa, we're halfway theeere~ Big word count only means big things happening in this chapter! Another warning for underage drinking in this chapter, folks. Also thank you for the surge of love for my baby, I appreciate it heaps!

“Yeah, yeah,” Nancy pulls a face as she takes the bottle from Steve’s grip and holds it high. “Who wants to play Spin the Bottle?!”

Nervously scrambling to stand up and reach for the bottle, Steve laughs, though it’s awkwardly forced. “Hey, c’mon, we still got all night for that!”

Eddie frowns at Steve’s absence, but quickly looks over to see you and grins, “Hey, there she is! C’mere,” he gestures down towards the floor where he’s sitting, and in your less-than-sober state, you sit right where you decide would be most fitting - in Eddie’s lap. He takes to it immediately, wrapping himself around you in a way that just feels… Safe. “You know,” he murmurs, quiet enough for only you to hear amongst the commotion Steve is causing by kidnapping the bottle, “I’ve never been the type to… cuddle when I’m drunk. But this has been nice.”

“Yeah! It’s nice to make your friends feel loved too,” you smile, before realising that you’ve never had any actual confirmation from Eddie that he feels that way, too. You look up at him and ask tentatively, “W-We are friends, right?”

He smiles down at you and squeezes you tighter for a second. “Absolutely.”

You settle back happily until you remember something about the conversation you and Steve had had earlier. “Were you really that set on not showing up tonight?”

“Yeah, well…” Eddie sighs heavily, and you feel your head rise and sink against his chest. “I’ve never been one for parties. Not since…” He stops, and you look up at him again. With a single, defeated chuckle, he continues, “It was my 16th, and my uncle and his friends, they made a big deal about all pitching in to book this place for me to invite all my classmates. Only thing is, they didn’t realise that my classmates, how can I put this… Fuckin’ hated me?” He rubs his face with his hand, causing some of his rings to twirl around his fingers. “Thought I was Satan himself for liking metal music and Dungeons & Dragons, my whole freshman year. Still, it was sophomore year, a whole new start, and I somehow convinced myself that maybe the promise of some free food and something to do for a day would have been enough to convince somebody to show up and give me a second chance. But, uh. They didn’t. And the only other one I’ve ever been invited to, it turned out to be a joke, so…”

You struggle a little, but manage to find a way to wrap your forearms around Eddie’s enough to squeeze them into a hug. “I don’t think Steve would do that to you, though! He seems like a good guy,” you look over at him with amusement as you watch him finally grab the bottle from Johnathan’s grip.

“Yeah,” Eddie smiles wistfully, leaning his head on the top of yours. “Yeah, he’s not as bad as I thought he might be.” Steve looks over to catch both yours and Eddie’s eye and looks at you both curiously. Even though you can’t see it for yourself, you can hear the grin on Eddie’s face as he speaks, “Hey, Harrington, are your ears burning?”

Steve, giving up on fighting, walks over to you both. “That can’t be good. You two look comfortable,” he gestures up and down your bodies.

“Aww, is Stevie getting jealous?” Eddie teases.

You frown, “There’s no need to be, I can make space, look!” You wriggle yourself to sit on the floor, still between Eddie’s legs, and stretch yourself out to make room.

With a soft chuckle, Steve shakes his head. “Might as well, since this is clearly where the party’s at.” Placing his bottle down carefully, he sits between your legs and you make quick work of pulling him close to you. While it feels nice being held, you’ve also missed the comfort of holding someone else, especially as fully as this. Your hands find home nesting in his hair, your fingers gently combing his head. After what feels like a long amount of time - but honestly, in your state of inebriation, could be any - Steve hums with delight. “Yeah, alright, I get it.”

“It’s good, right?” Eddie chirps. “Kinda jealous of Y/N though, getting the best of both worlds there.”

You laugh, “You just want Steve in your arms, don’t you?”

Eddie cackles, “You know it!”

Steve chuckles, trying to lean up to look at him. “Oh, you want some of this, Munson?”

Eddie puts on his infamous over-the-top dramatic voice, “Uh, I’ve not been gazing lovingly at you from afar for nothing, have I, pretty boy?!” The three of you laugh until it fades into a comfortable silence, and the music fills the air instead. You move your head from side to side in time with the rhythm, much to Eddie’s amusement, but he’s far more thrilled when he notices Steve tapping his feet to it, too. “No. Freaking. Way, Stevie.”

“Oh, oh, okay, what now? I can’t just like the beat that’s playing right now?” Steve asks with as much sass as Eddie delivered earlier.

“Not when it’s KISS, my dude,” Eddie smirks.

Feeling a certain vibration against your arms, you decide to chip in. “He’s humming along to the words, too.”

“What?!” Eddie yells gleefully, not quite loud enough to drown out Steve calling your name out, too. You fall out of the pair’s embrace, rolling on the floor with laughter. Steve swivels around to look at Eddie, who is looking straight back at him and pointing. “Do you actually know the words?”

Steve bashfully admits, “Only the chorus.”

Eddie grins, rushing to grab his empty beer bottle as the first verse comes to an end. Holding it like a microphone, he starts to sing, “’Cause girl, I was made for you… And girl you were made for me…”

You watch in glee, wishing more than anything that you had a camcorder to record the two of them jumping around Nancy’s living room, belting out the words into their beer bottles at each other: “I was made for lovin’ you, baby, you were made for loving meeee! And I can’t get enough of you, baby, can you get enough of meeee?”

Now that you’re sat up to watch them, Robin sits behind you. “Having fun?”

You laugh, “Yeah, a ton. Sorry I’ve kind of taken them up all night, did you want to talk to Steve or -?”

“Oh, no! Not at all! Please, I am… So glad to have a break from him,” she reassures you with a soft laugh. “Uh, I know Nancy kind of… Sprung… Spin the Bottle on us, but would you actually be cool if we did play it?”

You watch the two jumping and dancing around, then look at Robin. “Is everyone else cool with playing it if I am, too?”

“Nancy and Johnathan are happy enough with each other that they realise this is just a dumb game. I… Am happy enough that I do not want to kiss anyone, that I could do it just this once.”

“It looks like those two are one bottle spin away from going at each other,” you comment with laughter, pointing at Steve and Eddie.”You know what? Sure, what’s the harm.”

“SHE SAID YES!” Robin shouts, causing you to cover your ears. There’s a rumble from underneath as Nancy and Johnathan emerge from the basement where the younger ones had also been congregated for most of the night so far.

“Alright, Harrington, majority rules, we are playing Spin the Bottle!” Nancy points at him, and Steve stops, hurriedly looking over at you with concern.

You reassure him, “I’m… I’m with them, I said I’m cool as long as they are, it’s fine. I promise.”

Whether it’s because you haven’t had any alcohol for a good few minutes, or because of the situation at hand, you do start to feel your own heart beating as you sit between Eddie and Steve, with Johnathan directly opposite you.

Johnathan volunteers himself first. He lands on Nancy. Eddie and Robin jeer about being boring and predictable. Johnathan makes a cheesy remark about “fate” as he kisses his girlfriend. Robin and Steve lean in close together to mimic throwing up.

Nancy lands on Robin. Both she and Steve have very similar expressions of shock. Nancy bites the lower lip of her smile as she leans across her boyfriend to press a sweet, gentle peck to Robin’s lips. Robin’s face remains unmoving the entire time.

Eddie lands on… Steve. Everyone seems both shocked and also not. You can’t help but giggle, “What was that about fate, Johnathan?” You don’t notice that he’s paying more attention to the stairs.

Eddie shrugs as he grins, “Well, Stevie? It’d be rude for us to lean over Y/N, you gotta come on over, big boy.” Steve briefly feigns an expression of annoyed disgust before making his way over to Eddie, desperately fighting off a smile while the others can’t see his face.

“I don’t see why I should be the one to come all this way over,” he mutters once he’s on the move.

“But you’re doing it,” Eddie singsongs. You shuffle back and to the side to give them both space. Once Steve is knelt, completely on the other side of Eddie to you, Eddie pulls him in close by the sweater, still smiling. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll make this quick.”

Steve seems to be portraying both his fake disgust and secret elation at the same time in the flash of a second before Eddie closes the gap. You expect Eddie to kiss him in some big, elaborate way, but he softens at the last minute. It lingers for a beat longer than the others had, even Nancy and Johnathan’s. Steve pulls away slowly, and they both share an awkward laugh.

As Steve moves to retake his old place, Eddie holds him by the back of his sweater, pulling him down. “Nah, you don’t get to just run away, c’mon.” He shuffles closer to you, winking. “Like that?”

Flustered, you reply, “I don’t really… Feel any type of way about other people kissing.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’ll feel it if you land on me, though,” he mutters so only you can hear, smirking the whole time. Something about kissing Steve has really bolstered Eddie’s confidence.

Now it’s your turn. You reach out, willing every ounce of energy into keeping your hand still as you spin the bottle around. It seems to spin a lot faster than you had swung it, but perhaps you’re still drunk enough that you’re more heavy-handed than you realise. It spins for what feels like hours, before settling on…

“Well, well,” Eddie grins. “Guess fate really is smiling down on the six of us tonight, huh.”

You swallow hard as he grabs you by the back of your neck. Trying to embody the same amount of confidence as the others, you manage to tease, “That won’t work, I know you’re a soft kisser.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows and drawls, “You… Know… Nothing.” before crashing his lips against yours with fervour. You’re able to recompose yourself for long enough to retaliate with the same energy for a moment before pulling away, not wanting to pull too much focus on the two of you. You simply look back at the bottle, suddenly very aware that all eyes are on you.

“Alright, Harrington, you’re up,” Johnathan calls, bringing everyone back into the game. Steve spins it, and it lands pretty quickly on you.

You look up at Nancy, “Is this floor slanted or something?”

Nancy, Johnathan and Robin all simultaneously yell out a, “No!” with Nancy clarifying, “Uh, we’ve played a ton of games on the floor before, and it’s never been an issue. Just luck of the spins, I guess.”

“What’s up, Y/N, scared I’ll be better than Munson?” Steve smirks. “At least I’ll get my old space back.”

Feeling that feigned confidence from earlier kick in for round 2, you swivel round to look at Steve and push Eddie’s chest so he’s leaning back. “I don’t think so, Stevie.”

“First you shove me, and then you take my name for him?!” Eddie asks, faking offence.

“Yeah, deal with it, Munson,” you laugh before leaning over to Steve, who happily takes your face in both of his hands and kisses you with what you could only describe as a delighted passion. Deep in pressure, but you can still feel the corner of his lips turned up against yours.

You’re not sure whether it lasted longer than Eddie’s, but you tried to time it as closely as you could remember before pulling away. You return to sitting, adding a, “Sorry, Eddie,” as you do.

Sitting up straight again, Eddie shakes his head. “Don’t be.”

Robin lands on Steve, in the most awkward and stilted kiss yet. It’s over before you can blink, despite Robin now having to reach all the way across the group.

“Hey, here’s a fun idea,” Robin quickly changes the subject, “how about now we go the other way from me? So, Y/N, you’re up again!”

“Says who?!” you ask.

“Says us!” Nancy and Johnathan also chorus. Not wanting to argue with new friends, you shrug and take the bottle again.

—[ meta ]—

“Are we really just watching people kiss?” Lucas asks in a hushed tone as six children all huddle in the space on the stairs that overlooks where the older kids are sat.

“Shhh, yes! It’s part of Robin and Nancy’s… Plan, I don’t know, you should have been listening earlier,” Mike hisses back.

“I’m telling you guys, the way Y/N was looking at Eddie, that was for more than just drawing, and did you see them cuddling earlier?” Max points out.

Dustin shakes his head. “No, no, you don’t invite anyone to join you if you’re that into each other, much less someone like Steve. And he was letting her touch his hair, like it was nothing! He doesn’t do that!”

Will rolls his eyes, “Are we forgetting that Steve and Eddie were literally singing a song about loving each other, to each other?! Who knows what any of that means.”

“Guys, shut up! Let El concentrate!” Mike bats at all of them with his hand. “Alright, first up is… Johnathan, just have him kiss my sister, I guess,” Mike’s tone is laced with disgust. Eleven lets the second spin happen naturally, trying not to giggle at the sight of Nancy kissing Robin. Mike puts a hand on her shoulder after. “Okay, remember what order this goes in. Eddie kisses Y/N, Y/N kisses Steve.”

“I still think we should see if Eddie and Steve are the ones who really want to kiss, too,” Will puts his feet on the step directly beneath the one he’s sitting on, resting his chin on his knees. “For scientific purposes.”

“Yeah, but that might just be a drunk kiss, like Robin and Nancy, they’re not into each other,” Mike retaliates.

“Okay, but then you could say the same about all three of the others, and we’re still doing this,” Will points out. “It’s either legit for all, or bogus for all. Science.”

Eleven moves Eddie’s spin around and around to land on Steve, looking over at Will with a smile, which he returns fleetingly. All the kids are taken aback with how well-received Eddie’s kiss is. Will is especially happy at the sight, though thankfully nobody notices. Mike sighs, “Okay, fine, can you at least make sure these two spins make it fair for Y/N to kiss both of them now, like we promised?”

Eleven looks at Mike to roll her eyes jokingly, before having your spin linger - just to mess with Mike a little more - and land on Eddie. Max leans close, pressing her face against the railings and points at you both excitedly as you kiss. “See?! What did I say?! That was so much more than the last one!”

“Yeah, yeah, you know what to do next, El,” Dustin shuffles himself to shove Max out of her place. Eleven moves Steve’s bottle to land on you, and Dustin holds his breath. He flails around watching you and Steve kiss, waving his hands in that direction. “Now that! That is how Steve kisses the girls he likes!”

Everyone slowly turns to look at Dustin with confused disgust. “You spend way too much time with him, dude,” Mike comments.

“Yeah, that’s not normal,” Lucas shakes his head.

Dustin rolls his eyes. “Whatever. I’m right.”

Then Robin throws the curveball by suggesting they reverse the order. Eleven panics ever-so-slightly, and ends up pointing your bottle spin exactly between Steve and Eddie. She watches the three of you react carefully. She can’t hear you, but she sees you all smiling, laughing, flirting. Thankfully, you’re all so interested in the conversation, none of you notice the bottle swinging wildly between you.

It’s only when Nancy nudges Johnathan and starts to make her way up the stairs as Johnathan grabs the bottle that Eleven realises what she’s been subconsciously doing. Nancy chases the kids upstairs as Johnathan proposes a hydration-and-fresh-air break.

Once everyone’s safely on the second floor, Nancy holds Eleven’s shoulders. “Thank you for your help, but not a word of this to anyone. I am not equipped to explain any of that to Hopper.”

—[ meta end ]—

“Actually, I could go for a smoke break, you guys coming?” Eddie asks. Steve jumps up immediately, but you hesitate.

Steve pouts, “Are we that bad at kissing?” His tone is laced with sarcasm.

You laugh, “Not at all, I’m just not really a smoker.”

“But you can still keep us company, right?” Eddie holds his hand out, as does Steve. You take them both gleefully as they help you to stand up and lead you into the yard. “Oh, here,” Eddie takes the lead, walking you all over to a low garden wall and hopping up to sit on it. “Harrington and I can sit up here, and then you,” he takes hold of your shoulders and spins you round so your back is to them, “can stand here, and we’ll just blow the smoke away to the side of us. Right, Stevie?”

“I wish you’d be more consistent when you call me names,” Steve teases.

“Oh, you want to be called something else, big boy?” Eddie smirks, taking a packet of cigarettes out from his denim vest pocket and handing the box to Steve with a wink.

As Eddie also takes out a lighter and ignites it, the expression Steve had faked earlier returns. “Don’t know how to feel about that.”

“Eh, give it time, you’ll love it,” Eddie speaks through his teeth as he starts to puff his cigarette, handing the lighter over to Steve, too before taking the cigarette out of his mouth and blowing a long stream of smoke out far away from you.

“You good, Y/N?” Steve asks, stroking your head lightly. “Hell of a night, huh?” He adds with a grin.

You mirror him, “Totally.” The three of you sit in a comfortable silence as the two of them smoke, Steve’s hand still playing in your hair until they reach their end.

“Out of curiosity,” Eddie chimes in, tapping his last few embers away, “what would you have done if we’d have continued the game with the bottle between me and Stevie?”

“Well come on, Munson, that’s easy.” Steve puts his cigarette butt out on the wall, puts it aside. “She’s had no problem kissing us so far tonight, what’s one more?”

“Yeah, and it’s been pretty tame so far, so…” You shrug. “No big.”

Steve scoffs. “You wanna call me tame?” You feel his hand reach over to hold your jaw, pulling it towards him as he bends down to kiss you with much more passion than the kiss he gave you inside. His other hand reaches up into your hair to ball into a fist, and you can’t help but let out a little moan. In that instant, Steve takes the opportunity to quickly slip his tongue into your open mouth.

This time, interruption does not come from either of yourselves, but Eddie reaching over to hold your jaw in the same way, just from the other direction, to pull him over to you. “Don’t go hoarding our girl just for yourself now, Harrington,” Eddie purrs as he leans down to kiss you as well. His hand settles a little lower than your jaw, just pushing against your throat ever so slightly. You moan again, and this time feel Eddie’s tongue against yours.

Again trying to gauge equal time between the two of them, you reluctantly pull yourself away, but you do swivel round to look at both of them expectantly. Steve looks over at Eddie with an expression that silently asks, You want to? Eddie grins, shuffling over to him with a, “Get over here, big boy.” You await them finishing their own kiss with no ill feeling toward either of them whatsoever. It’s much more… Pleasant. You don’t feel excluded while they’re doing their thing.

When they’re done, they simultaneously hop off the wall and the three of you head back inside. The couch suddenly seems very inviting. Inviting and comfortable. You ask the boys to join you over there. “Sure, but if there’s more cuddling then I’m being in the middle this time!” Eddie holds a finger high in the air, and you nod with a laugh as you take his arm and lead him over.

Steve sits at one end of the couch, with Eddie tucked under his arm and you laying over Eddie to settle your head in his lap. Steve’s arm rests over the back of the couch as his hand slowly strokes up and down the part of your arm he can reach. Eddie’s hand finds your hair and starts to gently fan his fingers in and out. It’s the last thing you remember that night.

#steve harrington x eddie munson x reader #steddie x reader #steve harrington x eddie munson x you #steddie x you #steddie imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #fluff #aul #*myfics

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rafasbiscuits · 6 months

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you so much for the tag @yoellglia and @shambolicchaos !! always appreciate being remembered, love you guys xoxo <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

6 works, and it's probably going to stay that way for quite some time 💀

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

25k+ . I'm a very lazy writer, and I just write short fics tbh, there's only one fic that has alot of words lmao

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Publicly published? Only Tennis RPF and Beta Squad (on Wattpad) but I've written alot of fics for many fandoms that I write just for me to read to satisfy my imaginations. I write alot of Twilight, football RPF, Avatar fandom (not the blue people), and Teen Wolf, there's really a lot. I've been writing since I was a child so like💀

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Say Yes To Heaven, Say Yes To Me (god I really need to change the name💀) but yeah, this fic's alright.

He Who Chases Two Rabbits, Catches None. AKA Chasing Rabbits fic. yes the name is long, yes it's not the most beautiful. But this quote is really just, similar to my fic. I actually got inspirations for my fic from this quote itself.

Everything is different. My first ever fic!!

If I'm on fire (you'll be made of ashes too). Lmao this is just me trolling the readers by writing plain angst🙈 but hey! Taylor Swift inspired song!!

Heaven's A Heartbreak Away. Ruru fic!! It's like the only fic that's not fedal lmao XD

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Ofc I do!! Even if the comment's just an emoji. I'll reply, I always do. I love commenting, and I love when my fics get commented on. It's really really sweet, and the long ones especially just makes me go 🥺 like aww, you thought so much about my fic!! how awesome is that?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Angstiest ending? I wouldn't call it angst for this one but it's definitely not a happy ending. Can I call it ending? Cause the story is kinda like description-ish and there's not alot of plot but it's Say Yes To Heaven, Say Yes To Me. Unrequited love and all that stuff. But there's one fic where it's supreme angst, no happiness in it. Which is why I don't think it's considered an ending cause hey. The whole plot is angst so like- yeaa

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

It's either Heaven's A Heartbreak Away or And time can't stop me (quite like you did) but I'm going with Heaven's A Heartbreak Away. It's just Casper and Holger facing their own personal struggles, in the end they found each other and BAM fall in love. happy. And this fic actually has the ending I'm most proud of, I think I slayed on the ending but that's just my opinion.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No? Not necessarily hate, just opinions. I never take it to heart. I am my biggest hater anyways, so I'm always ready for any comments. (All my fics suck and I suck and no one can convince me otherwise)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nope. Maybe never, or maybe not yet. I won't write a one shot smut, but maybe I'll include smut in the long fic, aka Rabbits fic, cause that fic is long and angsty and there might be some scenarios where smut should be involved. But idk how to write smut, I read them, I don't write them. Feels awkward.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I do! But not the ones I publish, and it's never that crazy anyways. I had a fic between Shadowhunters fandom (Malec obv) and Harry Potter, with the Harry Potter AU, but every fandom has a Harry Potter AU so it's not crazy.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, no. My writing isn't actually Shakespearean level for it to be stolen. It's just....fanfiction💀

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Fedal!!!! Obviously, obviously. Their whole relationship irl is a masterpiece in itself, they're a piece of art just waiting to be looked upon and researched and just. They're the best. They're a walking fanfiction, they have the most beautiful concept and I love that they're actually real. FEDAL 🔛🔝. With a side of Cherik, Satosugu, Malec (also one of my oldest, iconicest, bestest, favourite ship ever. They're so sweet)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'm scared to say that this WIP might just be my Rabbits fic. I have this thing with consistency, and I can't keep my head straight and focused. But for now, that's not one of my WIPs (yet).

I have this Malec WIP, it's Harry Potter AU, and I really love it. I've written the plots and the process and wrote the ending, but I can't seem to bring myself to write the actual fic. It's a mystery-ish, action packed, romance with a side of dystopian too. And that fic is my baby, but I doubt I would continue it, despite being my favourite.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Idk, probably descriptive? Like, descriptions. I've received some comments in the past (during my Wattpad days) that I can make my readers clearly imagine what I'm writing and what they're reading and that my writing can be quite detailed. That was back in my days when I was just a child, I don't know about now cause I have a diff writing style now I think. I don't know, I don't really have anything extra on my writing, it's just plain fanfiction.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Consistency. I'm actually having difficulties rn with continuing the third chapter of my He Who Chases Two Rabbits, Catches None because I think my writing style has changed COMPLETELY. and I'm trying my best to get it back from the first two chapters, but I don't know how I wrote in that style. My writing style keeps changing, sometimes there's too much dialouge, sometimes there's no need for them. And sometimes it's just alot of descripting, and at times it's just alot of random things put in. Idk😭 and along with lack of consistency, there's also a side of procrastination. Fantastic. What a way to ruin a writer's writing.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

What does this mean? I don't get it. But hey, yeah, it's cool. I think. I've read a few fics that has diff languages in their dialogue and they're top notch. Probably too complicated for me, cause for me if it's another language I just write in diff font but everyone has their own style. I'm fine with it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

if it's published then it's Tennis RPF. But if it's not then I think..my first is definitely Twilight.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

All my fics are shit, I don't like any of them and if there isn't alot of reads and comments already I would delete them all. BUT despite the fact that I absolutely hate all my fics (I'm a person filled with hatred, I hate all of my art pieces too) I do have some fics that I hate on less.

It's definitely either one of the fics on my Of Paradise and Vicissitudes series. The first part, Say Yes To Heaven. I think it's a good start for the series, It's alright. And the second part, which is the Chasing Rabbits fic. It's, I put alot of thought and effort into the fic. Its a fic I really invest alot of my time on. The fic is a bit precious to me. I really want to see the fic end the way I pictured it, but it's a bit hard for me to continue and keep going. Hopefully this is just for a short time. Once I'm done with exams, I'm planning to get back on track and start writing the third chapter.

Idk. Who should I tag? I think everyone's been tagged already but let's go with @schumi-nadal @soronya @babygirlrafa @dillo-alla-luna and IDK- how many of u guys are fanfic writers??

TAGGING ALL OF YOU AO3 WRITERS🫵🫵. YEAH.

#i always end up typing too much words and it becomes a paragraph i need to learn how to stfu💀💀#fanfic ask game #yada yada #ao3

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lucero-is-here · 10 months

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Headcanons time! Émile Bardot. Requested by myself.

Anyways here’s a photo of this boy:

1 - He really likes dogs. He thinks they are adorable. But he’s a bit scared of the bigger dogs.

2 - (angst) he’s fatherless. His dad left him when he was 6 years old.

3 - he’s scared of unexpected loud noises. He has some noise cancelling earphones and also ear plugs in his bag and pockets in case he needs them

4 - aside from dogs, he likes most animals. Bunnies are his second favourite animal. While most cats are no for him. He finds them kind of scary.

5 - he likes hugs sometimes. Not all the times…So if you wanna hug him, you should ask him first.

6 - he’s pansexual.

7 - he got flirted with before, and he became so flustered it was hilarious-

8 - his hands are really warm…But his hands are also kind of rough.

9 - He tends to bite his nails and pick at his skin sometimes, cause he gets too anxious.

10 - he has a bicycle. It’s this light blue bicycle he really really likes. He cycles to work sometimes, other times he walks.

11 - he can cook and also can’t cook. He can make easy things. Also he nearly burnt down a kitchen once.

12 - he likes listening to rock music sometimes.

13 - Enzo is always crashing Émile apartment- and things are bound to get broken sometimes- (I see Enzo and Émile as these really close friends-)

14 - Émile had a guitar. He really liked it. He bought it for himself too. And then Enzo accidentally broke it and Émile cried about it- Enzo ended up buying Émile a new guitar as apology.

15 - Émile gets pranked by Enzo sometimes. It’s always those small harmless pranks, and it always annoys Émile a lot.

16 - Émile has these really nice socks he always wears to sleep- he also has cat socks and they are adorable-

17 - he has some stuffed animals. They are usually these really small keychains…But he also has an otter plushie that he absolutely adores.

18 - he paints and draws sometimes. Usually landscapes- he doesn’t have the courage to try to draw people, since you normally have to ask people for that and he can’t- he’s too scared

19 - he likes going to the park.

20 - low-ass spice tolerance. He can’t eat anything spicy-

21 - he likes kids, but is also scared of kids- cause I gave him a baby cousin who always randomly smacks Émile (gently) pretty much everywhere. This happened so much Émile cried about it- (yeah totally not based of my actual experience with my baby cousin-).

22 - Émile likes the book “the little prince”. He watched the movie before and absolutely loves it-

23 - he has a close relationship with his mom. He really loves his mom and they call each other every weekend to check in on each other. They don’t live so far away from each other (20 minute walk to each other’s apartments), and visit one another every now and then.

24 - gets very little sleep- he pulls a lot of all nighters, but usually sleeps about 3 hours when he does sleep.

25 - gets cold easily- so he’s either always wearing his jumper or always has his jumper on hand.

26 - His hair is fluffy, and really nice to touch. When he had first met Enzo and Nadia, the both of them wouldn’t stop touching his hair after getting permission too. Émile didn’t mind that- and then Hugo also learnt of Émile having fluffy hair and joined in on this. So every now and then someone is gonna he touching Émile’s hair with Émile permission.

Might post a part 2 for these headcanons lol- anyways I might have made an OC to ship with Émile and I don’t know about it AHA- should I post about the OC?

#criminal case #headcanons #Émile Bardot

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slutforsfender · 11 months

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𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐬𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚

November 11th. I had completely blocked out the date until Phoebe, bless her soul, sent me a message checking on me. I never knew quite what to do on this date. Is it okay to be mad? Is it okay to cry? Is it okay to miss him? Is it okay that twelve years later the only thing that would heal today is him?

I laid in my double bed, scanning my bedroom as if it had answers. It didn't. Instead my brain decided that drifting down memory lane was the answer. I replayed memories of him and everything over until eventually I sunk into a flashback. No surprise there.

I sat down in my new favourite lesson as he asked if I was okay, also taking his seat. We couldn't stop talking like usual but something felt different. It felt off. The look in his eye that I had memorised wasn't there. It left a pit in my stomach.

We were mid conversation as one of our mutual friends turned around, smirk on his face.

"Are you two breaking up?" He asked.

"No." Sam answered so quickly.

"Well your friends have been saying things about us breaking up so are you sure?" I questioned Sam.

"Yes. I am not breaking up with you"

I gave him a questioning look.

"I'm not I promise"

"Are you sure?" I asked, slightly joking but also trying to soothe the freaking out in my stomach.

"I'll talk to you after lesson" Sam said, making direct eye contact with me.

That look still wasn't there.

"Sam if you are breaking up with me, tell me now" I say, feeling my heart slowly break.

"Yes" He said, his face red.

Suddenly my body crashed. The final crack in my heart made it's mark.

"It's not you. I think you are great. I just don't know whether we work together. I don't see us having a future." Sam explains himself as I just nod.

He lied all along.

My world was gone. I kept the tears in, focused on the table. In one moment, my whole world, heart and life was crashed.

As I replayed the moment, I felt the familiar tingling in my body. My heart started pounding. My breathing soon followed. My body felt alive but it was horrible. Tears pricked my eyes. Then before I knew it, I was in a full blown heart attack.

My hands started shaking, my phone now impossible to be able to get to calm down. My vision went blurry causing them to full shut as I put my head on my knees. I was stuck with my own devices to calm me down.

In for 4.

Hold for 7.

Out for 8.

I repeated over and over, letting out shaky breaths after shaking breaths. It wasn't working. I was getting worse, now a pain in my chest.

Count from 1 to 5.

Breathe.

After a few sobs and shaking breaths, I felt the come down wave over me. I was back to reality. My mind and body felt drained as I threw a t-shirt over my body. Treading downstairs for sugar, knowing it's best after a panic attack like that.

I sat on our kitchen counter, eating one of those little chocolate cadbury bars.

"Russell, we've got a gremlin in here" My granny joked as she walked into the kitchen.

"Never let that joke go, do you Gran?" I roll my eyes.

"Call me Gran again missus and I will hit ya" She threatened, raising the back of her hand for affect.

I just smiled in reply, too weak at the minute. My granny took the hint that I wasn't okay and decided that playing our playlist through the Alexa would cheer me up.

"You need to start to wear your glasses child" She commented as I scrunched my eyes.

"Aye, I know. Don't worry" I start to say before my breath is cut short as the familiar intro played.

Dancing In The Dark.

"Alexa skip" I shouted in the room, not even having to think twice.

Gran brushed it off, going to make a tea as I played the video in my head that I watched last night of Sam singing it.

That one lyric cutting a line in my heart.

'You can't start a fire, sitting around crying over a broken heart'

I ran upstairs, grabbing my phone off my bedside. I clicked on the his account again, rereading that message.

I typed and I typed just like I had done since I first saw it. A part of me hoped, the words would just appear in front of me. A part of me hoped I could call him right and pretend nothing ever happened. That he would soothe me, just like he used to.

Instead I decided spending my day by my guitar with a record playing and cigarettes in my hand was the better option. Except I had no inspiration so wasting the day away watching crap TV and pretending that right now did not exist was the option I was going with.

I decided a late night walk would be nice since I have hardly left the house since being back home. Of course, I asked Phoebe if she wanted to join.

Arabella: hey! feeling like exploring the places we wasted our teens, wanna join? love ya dickhead x

Phoebe: I can't tonight belle, another night? love ya too x

I brushed it off before that panic sinked into my stomach and sent a quick reply before chucking on some clothes and shoes. I grabbed my headphones and cigarettes before going on my way.

As soon as I started walking, memories played over and I felt like that girl again. There was that feeling again that I'm not the same girl, no matter how much my accent or appearance hasn't changed.

Memories with my mum. Memories with Levi. Memories with my grandparents. Memories with Phoebe. Memories with him.

This place is like a chapter of a book. That chapter you read but don't think about even though a part of your subconscious does because it hits a little different.

The shops and pubs that essence that I missed. That Newcastle essence that will never be achieved in London. The people are so different. Here everyone knows everyone. There you are a stranger to everyone.

I wandered down my favourite street of the whole place, even if it is his album cover now. I stopped and took it all in. The drunk and sometimes high memories. The laughter. The love.

I want to let him go and all that pain I carry from my teens but then I look down places like this and I don't. I want to do the opposite, I want to love him all over again.

I walked further down and noticed a figure in the darkness but ignored it, probably just someone having a late night smoke. I was correct, but not so much on the stranger aspect.

It was him and we made that eye contact. The one I cherished and now avoid.

"Want one?" He asked so casually, pointing the cigarette pack at my direction.

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hey guys! bit of a random update but things are coming. one more week of gcses then i promise updates after updates. so excited to start off this plot x

#sam fender #sam fender imagines #sam fender x reader #music #fanfic #i love you #imagine #imagines #one shot #request #sam fender smut #samfender #samfenderfanfic #sam fender concert

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HI CASTLE, WELCOME TO TUMBLR!! (thank the gods you made one, I cannot keep track of twitter to save my life) I considered sending this outside of anon but, I am not ready to be perceived. Anyway- hmmmm I wanted to know a couple stupid things and now I can ask them.

How bad is Celine at keeping updated with the times? We know she uses spectacles. Does she still use quills and ink bottles???? Can she at least use a brick phone?? Does she know what a tamagotchi is.

What does evie do for work? We know what Beth does for work, but as far as I can remember we haven't heard about what evie does.

What is Rose's favourite genre of book? We're certain that she reads in her free time but we don't really know what she reads. Is she into fantasy? Does she secretly have a taste for those mature books hidden in the back of the library that Chloe mentioned? or something else? I MUST KNOW

What name would Ro like to be their official legal name? I'm assuming Ro is short for something but, if I'm wrong just correct me.

I have no questions for Claire, she just deserves a hug.

Actually no, has she talked to ranger about what she's discovered yet?

Who got Beth into therapy? She's clearly grown a lot over the last few years, and her therapist definitely worked overtime for that first year, but I can't imagine that Beth was the one to first take that step.

Will Abby ever follow up on that story of how she felt drawn to glenwood? She seemed pretty excited about it

Speaking of that, is that whole "glenwood called to me" thing, something rooted in magic? Is it orchestrated, is it just things coming together coincidentally? Or things falling into place through some force.

I know you mentioned collabs in your q&a and, I won't rush you cause that's pretty daunting. But- have you considered who you'd want to voice Simon? I know that there's probably other characters who may show up in the future but, Simon is so cool and I would love to see who you envision playing him if you ever push through with a collab in the future.

Did you ever find that color palette of each character that you mentioned during your q&a?

Once again, you do such great work and all of it just brightens my day! I hope you have a good one -Arry

THANK YOU! And don’t worry, I’m still not used to being perceived, this shit is weird

But onto the questions!

1. She’s actually very good at keeping up with the world, it’s just the digital age that’s been so quick, plus the rest of the vamps saving her from the internet. Celine’s a collector by nature so she had every tamagotchi

2. Evie worked as a math tutor and at a grocery store to pay the rent, but now she’s on the pack’s payroll helping maintain the finances for the whole operation.

3. Rose is a sci-fi/fantasy reader and she most certainly knows all about that secret shelf in the back! Her favorite series is the original John Carter books, her most recent read was “The Fifth Season” by N.K. Jemisin

4. Ro is their full chosen name! They no longer go by their deadname and the whole pack has moved on from using it. All the paperwork was to simply make the change official on all their legal documents!

5. She does 😔

6. That little conversation will be next week’s audio! (1/18/23)

7. Beth has been in therapy since she was 13 years old. She stopped going for a while before reconnecting with a new therapist after the whole pack situation happened. Simon was the one to officially get her started and we’ll learn why in Beth’s next audio!

8. Yes, she will! There will be more explanation for what that “pull” is and why the Open Wielder felt it as well

9. I promise that Glenwood isn’t nearly as sinister as people are thinking.

10. Simon is a character who is very dear to my heart and will appears in multiple audios, so finding a VA who could be on standby for that has been tricky! I’d love to hold auditions for anyone who’d like to try out and play him. I always imagine Simon as just a brick wall of a man (think Sig Curtis from FMAB or Massimo from Luca) so I’d love to find a voice that fits that image. No VA’s immediately come to mind but I also wouldn’t want to put any pressure on any creator mentioned.

11. I… completely forgot about the color pallet… adding it to the To Do List!

Thank you for all your questions! I hope you have a great day as well 💛

#castleaudios #castlereplies

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5,8,17,or19! For the fic ask!

[from this meme]

I've done 5, but I'll do 8 and 17...and 19 again, because I am shameless.

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

At the moment, I'm plugging away at Fearleading Squad, Le Morte d'Artificial Intelligence, and Circus Luna. I did a post about my current ongoing original fiction projects here, and I'm just gonna link it because I'm lazy and also I think it's a pretty good summary of all three of them.

My current fic WIPs are:

the light of all lights: As mentioned in the previous post, I'm continuing this AU where the characters of Dracula get dropped into the events of Stranger Things season one.

tam lin's twin: The conclusion of the robber bridegroom and other stories, the one that grew out of a crackship challenge and turned into an AU where the Byers family have psychic powers and lab experiment trauma.

why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday: The post-s3, pre-s4 Steve/Nancy/Jonathan bodyswap fic. There's a bit missing in the middle but I'm damned if I know what it is, so that one's stalled out in the garage for right now.

that same small town in each of us (aka 'relativity falls but it's stranger things'): The one where it's Stranger Things season one, but Hawkins Chief of Police Nancy Wheeler is trying to find Jonathan Byers' missing daughter, sixteen-year-old Mike Harrington and Will Byers have found a psychic fugitive in the woods, and twelve-year-old Karen Harrington and Jim Hopper are hunting a monster that might have taken their mutual friend Joyce.

former heroes who quit too late: The third and final installment in the Hawkins, Indiana psychic baby boom AU, aka 'the one where (almost) all the kids have powers and (almost) none of them know it'. Despite being probably the longest fic on this list, it's the one with the most concrete outline, and probably the closest to actually being done.

annnnnd Something Borrowed, Something Blues (aka 'RB2: Electric Blues-galoo')!: Yeah, I'm still plugging away at this one. It's so close to done. I want it to be done as badly as any of you do.

17. What’s something you’ve learned about while doing research for a fic?

I've talked a lot about how I found out about phreaking and early hacker culture for what became a plot point in the road goes ever on. I don't think I've mentioned, though, that I learned about the Greyhound drivers' strike of 1983 when I was trying to figure out what parts of the American Midwest Greyhound would have serviced and what their average trip lengths looked like for don't let the sun go down on me. And then I obviously had to incorporate it into the fic, for period flavour. And to cause additional problems for Steve Harrington. Which, as you may have noticed, is one of my favourite pastimes.

19. Give us a small teaser from one of your WIPs.

Yanno what, have a snippet of a scene from Fearleading Squad.

...

When Avery finally got fed up with being avoided and tried to hunt her down at the lunch hour, Mallory wasn’t at their usual lunch spot in the entryway of the science wing. She wasn’t out on the front lawn by the sign with the interchangeable letters that the jocks were always rearranging to make rude words with, either. Or in any of the practice rooms off the band room. After some searching, Avery finally found her in the cafeteria, sitting at a long table under one of the windows.

With the rest of the cheerleaders.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Avery spat, marching up to the table and stopping right at Mallory’s elbow, glaring down.

Mallory took a long, exaggerated look at her hot lunch tray, before dragging her eyes slowly and judgmentally up over Avery’s black peasant blouse, the silver ankh and the length of huge-linked hardware-store chain dangling around her neck, her dark purple lipstick, all the way up to her black-ringed eyes. “I thought I was eating my lunch…?”

Siobhan, across the table from Mallory, giggled. When Avery whirled to glare her down, she just offered a bright, guileless smile. Jennifer leaned over to whisper something to Krista, neither of them taking their eyes off of Avery.

And from the head of the table, Tiffany watched the whole thing intently, with a perfect, slightly smug sliver of a smile.

“Bathroom,” Avery snarled, grabbing Mallory’s arm just above the elbow and yanking her up out of her seat, making her drop her fork with a clatter into her mashed potatoes. “Now.”

Mallory shook off Avery’s grip as Avery slammed the door to the seventh-grade girls’ washroom behind them, taking two big steps back away from Avery. “What is wrong with you, you psycho?”

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?” Avery looked Mallory up and down, from the toes of her sparkling white sneakers and slouchy white socks, to the glint of the tiny gold cross at her throat, to the bobbing pouf of her shellacked half-ponytail, throttled by a scrunchie exactly matched to the red of her cheer uniform. Her roots were still dark, Avery noticed, but the bleach-blonde woven through her hair looked more like intentional highlights than an overgrown all-over dye job. And was a soft, pale gold instead of the previous loud brass. Somebody had apparently also given Mallory a lesson or two in eyeshadow application, and must have finally told her to ease off the blush. “Who are you, and what have you done with my friend Mallory?”

“Excuse the hell out of me for thinking you might be happy for me,” Mallory spat back. “You know, I actually told Tiffany she was wrong when she said you’d be bitter and envious?”

Something cold slipped down Avery’s back, catching fire in the pit of her belly. “That bitch is talking about me?”

“She said you’d make this all about you. It’s not. You didn’t want the spot on the team. She gave me a chance, and I made the cut. It’s got nothing to do with you at all.”

Avery nodded, a prickling anger needling at her, just under her skin. “She said that, huh. Is she the same one who did your hair and your makeup? And bought your lunch? And gave you those new clothes you’ve been wearing?”

Mallory gave a little flick of her chin, so she was looking down her nose toward Avery. “As a matter of fact, yeah. She did let me pick some things from her closet. And helped me fix that awful bathtub dye job you gave me. She’s actually pretty nice, if you give her a chance.”

“She’s buying you,” Avery snapped back. “And you’re letting her! What happened to ‘I don’t need charity’?”

“It’s easy for you to say!” Mallory spat. “Some of us don’t get to just choose to shop at thrift shops because we’re oh so too cool for Benneton and Esprit -”

“God! So you just let a snob like her dress you up like her own personal Barbie, so you can be allowed to be seen with her and her crew? Play lapdog for her just so you can get some hand-me-downs with a more expensive brand name on the tag? When have I ever given a fuck that you’re poor?”

“You haven’t,” Mallory said, sharply.

She didn’t say another word, just pushed past Avery and out of the bathroom, letting the heavy metal door slam behind her with a hollow boom.

It swung open again a second later, to let in two chattering seventh-grade girls. They fell dead silent the second they laid eyes on Avery.

Avery bared her teeth in a snarl, glaring them down, and they both turned around and hurried back out the door again.

#chatter #mary writes #fearleading squad

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