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sweet leaf: older!eddie munson x reader

words: 4,961

warnings: older!eddie munson, afab!reader, reader is in their early to mid 20s, eddie is in his early 40s, age gap, modern!au—2006, weed smoking, hand job, first time blow jobs, deepthroating, mild face-fucking, daddy kink, ddlg kinda vibes, aftercare, so many pet names this was Very self indulgent,

notes: absolutely obsessed with older!eddie and had this sitting in my brain for so long i needed it Out <3 this was also crossposted on ao3!

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“C’mon, kid, just a lil’ hit.”

His voice is teasing and you quickly avert your gaze, focusing on the way your fingers pick at the threads at the hem of your dress. He presses his lips to the mouth of the bong to clear the rest of the bowl before adding, “I’ll pack a small one—just for you.”

The way his voice deepened, a rasp underlying his words when he talked around the smoke in his lungs, had a shiver going down your spine, settling in your lower belly. You watched as he blew the smoke out of the corner of his mouth, his lips tugging up into a wry grin. Gray was intertwined in the curls that spring free from the low bun he had them pulled back in.

This wasn’t exactly what you had planned when you knocked on Eddie, your neighbor and local dealer’s door. He sold psychedelics—mushrooms, acid tabs, ecstasy—but he also sold weed, dabs, oils, and edibles. Quite a few of the older people in the park went to him for medicinal stuff, like ointments and tinctures. You had planned to just stop by, buy a small baggie of some good bud, and then retreat to your room to cough embarrassingly loud with your music up high enough to cover the sound. It’s not that you didn’t want to smoke with him, but you had never smoked before, and with your stupid crush on the older man, you didn’t want to embarrass yourself by coughing up a lung on his living room carpet.

Having moved to this trailer park with your dad and his new wife in middle school, you had lived here for just under a decade before Eddie moved in. He lived alone, the sound of his music often bleeding out from his open windows. By the time you would get home from work, he was usually sitting on his couch, guitar draped over his lap with his door open enough to let in a breeze. You would steal glances anytime you got, watching his fingers move along the frets, wondering if he would give you lessons if you asked.

He lived here for nearly a year before you even worked up the courage to speak to him.

Once you did, though, you saw just how nice he was—even if he was a bit flirty, he always kept his hands to himself, a comfortable distance between you two, and didn’t ask any probing questions. He was older, having at least a good fifteen years on you, but you enjoyed his company. He ended up giving you guitar lessons, noticing your interest in his guitars whenever you would sit and watch him play. He refused to take any money despite you offering it, and you had resorted to leaving it tucked under a couch pillow or in the case of his guitar when he wasn’t looking.

That’s how you ended up here, sitting on his couch after buying weed from him at the end of one of your lessons. You don’t know what made you think he wouldn’t have invited you to stay for a sesh, or what made you think that you were strong enough to say no when he leaned against the doorway of his room the way he did, muscled biceps exposed by the denim, patch-clad kutte he wore, even around his house.

“I have a brand!” He would say when you would tease him about it.

Opening your mouth to speak, the sound caught in your throat when Eddie dropped onto the seat next to you on his couch, arm slung over the back and his other out-stretched with the bong in hand, gesturing for you to take it.

“I know s’your first time,” Eddie said, the playful smirk on his lips telling you he was all too aware of the double meaning to his words. A flush painted your face as you willed yourself not to squirm in your seat. “But don’t worry, princess—I’ll take care a’ya.”

His words are playful, but there’s a soft sincerity in his eyes that has you smiling back shyly with a roll of your eyes before taking the bong from his hands. “Like this?” you ask, hesitantly pressing your lips to the mouthpiece, trying to ignore the way your lips tingle at the thought of Eddie’s lips having been here only moments before. You glance back up at him, his dark brown curls pulled back and away from his face, showing off the strong slope of his shoulder that disappeared underneath the black tank-top he wore.

“Jus’ like that,” he affirms, reaching over to pick-up the lighter on his coffee table. Scooting closer to you, he angles himself so he’s facing you. “I’ll spark it for’ya, just make sure you take a slow inhale, okay? Too fast and you’ll cough—and not in a fun way.”

Nodding with your mouth pressed against the bong, Eddie’s eyes quickly dart to the way the plush skin is pressed against the glass before his eyes return to yours, and he lowers the flame of the lighter to the bud. Doing as he says, you inhale slowly, the thick smoke unfamiliar to your lungs and throat but you try your hardest not to cough as Eddie pulls the bowl from the stem, letting you inhale the rest of the smoke before you pull your mouth away to exhale.

Eddie’s eyes darken with something unreadable as your watery eyes meet his, eyebrows pinched as you tuck your face into your elbow to cough a couple of times. You can already feel the effects of the weed, your eye-lids feeling heavy as your head threatens to float off into the clouds. A relieved sigh leaves your lips and you can already feel your shoulders relaxing, a small smile curving at your lips.

“Can I do another?”

Eddie chuckles, reaching over for the bag of bud he pulled your cut from and pulling out a small nug to break apart. “As you wish,” he retorts, packing the bowl without taking the bong from your hands.

“Are you quoting The Princess Bride?” You ask, a teasing tone to your voice.

“Maybe,” he says, throwing a sideways glance at you. “What do you know about The Princess Bride? You weren’t even born yet.”

“I was three,” you reply, kicking his shin with little conviction. “And I happen to have a thing for the classics.”

“Oh yeah?” His tone is light, teasing, but the arch of his eyebrow and the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips tells you he sees right through you, and the thought has heat engulfing your face. “What other classics do you have a thing for, hm, princess?”

His voice lowered in a way you never heard from him before that had an ache growing in your core. You tried subtly rubbing your thighs together before stopping, too nervous that Eddie would see and catch on. “Oh, y’know, t-the usuals like…16 Candles and…uhm, The Smiths…stuff like that.”

Internally you cringed at the way you stumbled through your reply, your effort of trying to sound blasé completely backfiring. Lucky for you, Eddie is a true gentleman, and instead of pressing it further, he hums in a way that tells you ‘you’re a bad liar’ and changes the subject, “Want me to light it for you again?”

“Please?” you ask shyly, still trying to dampen down your racing heart as you peek up at him through your lashes to find his eyes already on you.

He shakes his head, a playful scoff leaving his lips as he brings the flame to the bowl once again. “You really are a princess, huh? Sure are spoiled like one.”

The blush that had just begun to fade to pink started to creep back to your cheeks as you inhaled, unable to respond with your lips pressed to the bong. After a couple of seconds, he pulled the bowl away just as before, you held the smoke a little bit longer before blowing it out to the side like you had seen Eddie do.

“See? Not so bad, right?” Eddie asks with a knowing smile.

Nodding slowly, you close your eyes briefly as the feeling washes over you, head swimming as the high settles in. “Feels good,” you murmur, bloodshot eyes connecting with Eddie’s. You’re not sure what prompted the next words from your mouth, surely you could have worded your appreciation better, but you couldn’t help but test the waters, just a bit. “Thanks for takin’ such good care’a me, Eddie. Knew you would.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard at your words, fist clenching then relaxing where it sat on his thigh. If you had blinked, you would have missed the way his eyes widened slightly before returning to normal, as if he was surprised that you would flirt back. If you’re being honest, you surprised yourself. You’re usually too flustered by him to flirt back, but with the weed in your system, you find yourself overthinking your words less.

He reaches out with a hum, fingers grazing your cheek as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his voice a low murmur when he says, “Pretty lil’ things like you need to be taken care of, ain’t that right, bunny?”

You find yourself leaning into his touch slightly, nodding as your eyes glance at his lips before coming back to him. His hand rests on your cheek, heavy against the side of your face, as his fingers card through your hair with his thumb rubbing against your cheek softly. You’re chasing his touch, craving his hands elsewhere as your eyes flutter closed, feeling the edges of your thinking get fuzzy.

His thumb traces the slope of your cheek, trailing down to your lips and settling on the plush bottom lip. Tugging your lip down with his thumb, it bounces back into place and he’s immediately pressing his thumb against the seam of your lips. His eyes leave where they were fixed on your mouth and meet your gaze, as his thumb presses more insistently to your lips, in a silent demand to open for him.

Heat over takes your cheeks, your lids drooping at the visage of Eddie in front of you, pupils blown wide and eyes darkened with hunger. It’s like something from your filthiest wet dreams, the lustful look on his face one you had dreamed of fixed on you as your hand traced the slick folds of your core. Never, not once in the almost two-and-a-half years you knew Eddie, did you ever think you would be here, on his couch, his thumb prodding at your lips and his heated gaze fixed on the plush skin.

Slowly, your tongue peeks from between your lips, flattening against the pad of his thumb before taking it further into your mouth. A deep groan leaves his throat at the feeling of you closing your lips around his digit, circling your tongue around the tip as if it were the tip of his cock. Becoming more bold in your actions, you take more of his thumb into your mouth, bobbing your head subtly before taking it to the knuckle.

Removing his thumb, he quickly replaced it with two of his fingers when you whined at the loss, shushing you as he watched you eagerly take his fingers into your mouth. He wrapped his free arm around your waist, fingers pressing deliciously into the plush skin at your waist as he helped you situate yourself in his lap, fingers never leaving the warmth of your mouth.

“That’s it, bunny,” he mumbles under his breath, eyes fixed on where his fingers disappeared between your lips. “Show Daddy how you’d take his cock in your pretty mouth.”

A moan leaves your throat, thighs attempting to squeeze together at his words. Bobbing your head a couple of times, you pull away with a string of spit still connecting you to his fingers. “I-I’ve never—”

“That’s alright, baby,” Eddie says softly, hand softly petting the side of your head. “You don’t haf’ta do anything, you’re bein’ so good f’me already.”

Shaking your head, you can’t help but press yourself closer to him. This was all new territory for you. You had never gone past kissing and light groping over clothes. You had never been in someone’s lap, never felt the growing bulge of their arousal nudging against your aching core, but you wanted him to show you how to be good for him.

“I want to,” you finally blurt out, quickly hiding your face in the crook of his neck. He smells like faded cologne, weed, and sweat, and the combination of that and the feeling of his hard cock pressing against your panty-clad core through his jeans had you subtly rocking in his lap.

“Nuh-uh,” Eddie chides, coaxing your head from his neck with his fingers tangled in your hair. “You’re gonna look me in my eye when you ask to suck my cock, princess.”

His words had your head spinning, the feeling of his hand tugging gently at your hair to get you to move your head sent a dull ache through your core. Conceding to his urges, you move your head from the comfort of his neck, hesitantly meeting his gaze and being pleasantly surprised at the gentle look in his eye and the soft smile on his lips.

“There she is,” he cooes, bumping your nose with his. The hand that was in your hair comes around to rest on your cheek, the other that was in your mouth comes to rest on your hip, absently squeezing the meat of it. “Now, c’mon, bunny. Use your words for Daddy, hm?”

“Can I—please, can I suck your cock?” Stumbling over your words, you force yourself to keep eye contact with him, seeing the way his eyes narrow in satisfaction.

“Can I please suck your cock, what?”

A groan rumbles in your chest, frustrated at him making you repeat what was already hard enough to say the first time. He was a filthy old man and you had half a mind to tell him so, but thought better of it. Clenching your jaw with a pinched brow you stare down at him from where you’re perched on his lap, his teasing grin making you melt and even more annoyed at the same time.

“Don’t gimme that look,” His voice was firm as he spoke, the grin never leaving his face but the playful edge was slowly disappearing. “Ask properly. You’re lucky I’m being nice and not making you get on your knees and beg for it.”

A small gasp leaves your lips at his words, teeth sinking into your bottom lip to stifle the sound. You see the stern role falter slightly, that gentleness, as well as a hint of sheepishness returning to his eyes as he gives a reassuring squeeze to the love-handle at your side. “Too much?”

Shaking your head quickly, your hand comes up to his face to rub softly at his cheek the way he had yours. “Not at all…you’re so hot, Daddy.”

He groans out a curse, hips bucking up into yours at the sound of the title rolling off your tongue. His other hand drops to your waist, squeezing the plush flesh and relishing in the way his hand sunk into the pillowy curves. His reaction sent a wave of confidence through you, seeing that he was just as affected by this as you were. Your next words fell from your lips, demure and coated in innocence.

“Can I please suck your cock, Daddy?”

“Fuck, princess,” he grunts, holding you still by your waist so he can grind his dick onto your clothed pussy. “Makin’ me feel like I could cum in my pants like’a goddamn teenager.”

Rubbing your core against him, you find your rhythm, grinding down everytime he ruts up into you. Your breath is leaving your lips in whiny pants, electricity shooting up your spine from the way the zipper on Eddie’s jeans was catching your clit at the right angle. “Mmm, not in your pants, Daddy, in my mouth—please, teach me how to suck you off.”

His hips stutter against yours before coming to a stop, grip tightening enough on your waist that you briefly think there will be bruises—you hope there will be bruises. “As you wish, princess.”

He pressed a feverish kiss to your lips, hand weaving through the mussed up hair at the nape of your neck and using it to drag you closer to his mouth. A groan rumbles in his chest at the taste of your lipgloss—something fruity, strawberry maybe? He licks at the seam of your lips, desperate to get another taste.

Definitely strawberry.

Upon his insistence, you open your mouth, meeting his tongue with yours. A moan tickled your lips as your mouth swallowed the sound that came from Eddie, the arm around your waist pulling you impossibly closer until your breasts were flush against his chest. You were sure he could feel your nipples as they hardened underneath your sundress, the friction of them against Eddie’s chest causing your panties to stick to your wet core.

Pulling away reluctantly, both of your chests heave with the breaths the kiss had stolen. Eddie’s eyes are wild, his cheeks flushed and lips pouty and pink from your kisses. “On your knees,” he orders, pointing down at the carpet in front of his seat on the couch.

Quickly, you leave his lap, settling on your knees at his feet. You look up at him expectedly, waiting for his next orders and the eager look on your face has him palming himself over his jeans. “Take my cock out, little bunny. Hop to it.”

A giggle bubbles from your lips at his pun as you start with his belt, you unfastening it before pulling it out of the buckle. Moving onto the button and zipper, you return your eyes to his, as you hook your fingers into the waistband of his jeans, finding no boxers underneath, and tug slightly for him to lift his hips. He lifts them enough for you to slide them down to his thighs, his hard cock slapping against the trail of dark hair on his tummy that led to a trimmed patch of hair at the base. A sharp breath falls from your lips at the sight of his thick cock, the head an angry red, pre-cum already beading at the tip and rolling down the side as his cock twitched under your stare. Your eyes followed the trail it left, but your lips ached to trace its path.

Sure, you were a virgin, but you were also a twenty-something-year-old with the libido to rival a hormonal, teenage boy. Tucked away in a box under your bed you had a dildo, but it was nothing compared to Eddie. He was slightly longer, but that’s not what had you salivating at the sight. His was thick—you were sure your fingers wouldn’t meet around his width and you let out a small moan when you wrapped your fingers around him and found that you were right.

“Look at you,” he coos, heavy hand resting on the crown of your head, black polished nails scratching your scalp gently. “Moaning at the sight of my cock? Kinda slutty for a virgin, don’cha think, princess?”

Glaring up at him from where you sat on your knees, your lips form a petulant pout, grip tightening enough around his cock earning a hiss from him. “Don’t be mean, Eddie.”

“Aw, c’mon, bunny,” he croons, his voice strained as you slowly begin to pump his cock, experimenting with your grip and the twist of your wrist. “Think s’cute how eager you are for your first cock. Jerkin’ me off and I didn’t even haf’ta ask, such a good bunny for Daddy.”

His words are followed shortly by a moan at the feeling of your tongue meeting the side of his cock, following the trail of pre-cum back to it’s source and suckling there. You’re surprised that you’re not put off by the taste, pulling away with a hazey look in your eyes before you’re going back down, taking a little more of him in your mouth and bobbing your head experimentally.

“Y-you sure you haven’t—ah—done this before,” he asks with a chuckle, fingers tightening in your hair, urging you down to take a little more of him in your mouth. His hips kick up at the feeling of you swallowing around his length before you’re pulling away, using your spit as lube to keep stroking his cock.

“I practice on my toy at home,” you reply, a shy look in your eyes despite your hand wrapped around his cock, still pumping, occasionally swirling around the head. “I read a lotta smutty shit and got curious. I…like the way it feels…in my mouth.”

“Just a natural-born cockwhore, huh, baby,” he says sweetly, as if he was giving you a compliment. His nails gently scratch at your head, the way you would scratch behind a dog’s ear, and it was embarrassing the way you melted into his touch, thighs rubbing together, searching for some friction to relieve the throbbing in your core. “Now, make Daddy cum with your mouth so he can get a taste of that sweet bunny-cunt.”

“Oh my God, how do you even think of this shit?” You question with a whine as you press your lips to the head of his cock, letting your spit run down the shaft before you’re taking him further into your mouth, gagging as you take him to your throat.

“Easy there, baby, take it slow,” he guides, smoothing his hand across your hair before following your head back down with his hand, feeling your mouth take in his cock and the suction you applied to his tip before answering your question around a groan. “I do—on’t know, I just start runnin’ my mouth when I get’a pretty girl on my cock.”

Getting comfortable with the amount of his length that was in your mouth, you pull back just enough to take a breath before returning your mouth to his cock, humming around him as you relax your throat, bobbing your head in a steady rhythm. Your toy at home had lulled you into a false sense of security regarding how easy deepthroating was. Eddie’s cock stretched your mouth a near-uncomfortable amount, but the feeling of him heavy on your tongue had you relishing in the ache.

Pulling off of him, a string of spit and his arousal stretches between you and his cock, snapping once you pull away too far. Licking from the base to his tip, you lap at his slit before looking up at him, slowly pumping his cock. “Teach me how to deepthroat, Daddy, please. Want to so bad, but you’re so big.”

You don’t need him to teach you, but god the look on his face when you say it was so worth it. His eyes widened a fraction, the flush that was dusting his cheeks deepening as his cock throbbed in your hand. “Fuck, anything for you, princess. I know it’s a lot, but you’re gonna be a good girl and take it all, right?”

“Yes, Daddy, I’ll be so good,” you promise, a whine behind your words as you speed up your strokes.

Lowering your mouth to his cock again, you work him into your mouth unhurriedly, not wanting to rush but feeling confident in your ability to take him. You feel him near the back of your throat and you stop before you feel yourself gag, drawing back slightly before pressing just a little bit further.

“That’s it, baby,” Eddie says, a moan slipping through his lips at the feeling of the opening of your throat contracting around his cock. “Relax your throat f’me, take me a little bit further…atta-bunny. Nearly halfway there.”

A soft moan vibrates around his cock, his hips bucking just a fraction at the feeling. Nearly halfway, you thought to yourself, wondering if you would even be able to take it all. You promised him though, and you would at least try for Eddie.

Relaxing your throat around his length, you feel him slip deeper, your nose almost brushing the short hairs at the base of his cock. You look up at him excitedly, hands gripping his thighs hard enough that your nails were beginning to leave little red crescents in his pale skin. He chuckles down at you softly, hand petting your hair with a tenderness that didn’t fit the way his cock was sitting snug in your throat. The hand that wasn’t on your head trails down to your dress, quickly yanking the top down, exposing your breasts to the cool air of his trailer.

“Just a little bit left, baby,” he encourages, thumb brushing a stray tear away from your cheek. His hand rests on your cheek, his other dropping to your tit to play with your nipple, rolling the hard bud between his fingers before repeating the action on the other. You hum around him, that fuzzy feeling coating your thoughts, making your vision a little fuzzy. “Think you can take it all?”

Nodding as best as you can around his length, you swallow as best as you can before you’re slowly inching the rest of his cock down your throat, wiggling your head side-to-side to get that last little bit in. Your nose is firmly nestled in the hair at his base, the smell of his body wash and natural musk leaving you to wish you had something to rut against.

“Atta-fuckin-girl,” he moans, the feeling of you swallowing around him once again nearly driving him to the edge. He thrusts his hips gently, testing the waters a bit before moving more properly, pulling your head back an inch before sinking you back down to the base. He feels your throat fluttering around his cock, your breath coming out quicker through your nose, and knows it’s time to ease off a bit.

“God, you look so dumb, not a thought in that pretty head’a yours,” he groans, cock dragging slowly along the walls of your throat as he slowly pulls his length out of your mouth. Your mouth hangs open as you catch your breath, makeup streaked down your face. “Daddy’s dumb bunny. Takin’ my cock so well for her first time.”

“Y-You get off on knowin’ this is my first time suckin’ dick, don’t you?” You ask, stammering through the revelation as you try and catch your breath. Spit and precum drip from your lips, throat sore from how deep you managed to take him. “Dirty old perv, gettin’ me high then fucking my face.”

“Fuck, bunny, call me a perv again and I’m gonna cum,” he groans, jerking himself off over your face. Mouthing along his cock, your mouth finds his balls, sucking one into your mouth while you play with the other in your hand. His voice is rough, almost sounding like a growl as he orders you around. “Say it again, so I can paint your pretty fuckin’ face.”

“Such a fuckin’ perv, Daddy,” you say immediately. “Teachin’ your lil’ bunny how to take your cock the way you like.”

The words have barely left your mouth before you’re meeting his eye, taking the head of his cock between your lips again. You take as much of him in your mouth as you can, stroking the rest with your hand as you swallow around his cock. His groans, the way they increase in volume, tells you he’s close.

“F-fuck!”

All it takes is a twist of your wrist and you hollowing your cheeks for Eddie to cum, pressing his cock to the back of your throat as he releases as close to your throat as you could take him.

“Good fuckin’ girl, princess,” Eddie praises, breathing quick as he comes down from his high. He cards his fingers through your hair, helping you stand and fall into his lap. He lets you catch your breath for a second before he’s pressing his lips to yours in a deep kiss, his tongue licking into your mouth to taste himself on yours.

Pulling away, he pulls up the top of your dress to cover your breasts again, gently pulling the straps over your shoulders and patting them once they were to his liking. He smiles softly at you, placing a lingering kiss on your forehead before wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Wha’d’ya say we put on a movie, let you settle down a bit, and then I make you cum on my tongue,” Eddie says, boyish grin settling across his lips. “Does that sound good, princess?”

Rolling your eyes, you press a quick to his lips before getting off his lap and settling in front of the DVDs he has next to his TV set. “Fine, but after the blowjob I just gave you? I think I deserve to pick the movie.”

“You say that as if I didn’t just say I would make you cum too!”

“Yeah, but that’s a privilege for you, not me.”

“God, you’re so hot when you’re bossy,” he says with a groan, leaning his head back against the couch.

“I’m glad you think so,” you reply, plucking a DVD from the stack and waving it in front of his face, the Barbie Mermaidia cover that his niece had left there after her last visit taunting him. “Because I just found what we’re watching!”

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #older!eddie munson #my writing #eddie munson smut #if you know me no you dont #honestly that tag could be used on any piece of my writing

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niceminipotato · 3 months

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What are some of your favorite Lady D fics? I just saw your post and it's a fic I've never read before! Do you have any other (perhaps ones that aren't as popular or that are older) that you recommend?

Anon!! Hi 👋🏻

I shall absolutely share some of my faves. I only say some because I know I’ll forget some. Have a new phone so my open tabs were sent to the ether. My tablet has them but I don’t have it on me right now.

I will separate by Completed vs In Progress. Make sure to read the content warnings just in case. Gotta always take care of yourself. Also these include Lady D x Reader and Lady D x OC. Oh and these are all in AO3 😉

Ok here we go…

Completed:

Bewitched by Soft_astral

I'm Begging for Mercy on my Mind by AYeti (remember to read the warnings/tags)

Found by WitchyLove14

Safety by DemonOfPuns (I know it’s better known but still a fave so I gotta ya know)

Has Anyone Ever Held You? by theacerbicace (short and sweet)

Different Blood by Miss_V_257 (I remember finding this one and being like, where the hell have you been? lol)

The Photographer by ZeroInvador

In progress:

Some Monsters Are Born by Wolfsbane14

Queen of the Damned by Wolfsbane14

Shield Me also by Wolfsbane14

Maiden of Thorns, Countess of Blood by Radioactive Paws

The Lord’s Cook by Spurs_That_Jingle

The Devil’s Den by littlelesbinonny

I’ll Make You Sing by tabtab317

Alcina’s New Maid by WillaLove75

The crystal is not for display by LadyOrlando (I read this whole thing last night lol and yes it has made it to faves)

The Fake Maid by decapitatedlegume

Untamable by Miss_V_257

Always Faithful by BlueFalcon (I know this one is the one that prompted you to ask but I shall say it again)

A Villainess' Perfect Partner by thesilverawooooo (this may have been discontinued but what is up is pretty good so I don’t mind it I can make up my imaginary endings until the author comes back 😉)

Failing Grace by me 😉😉😉 nah just kidding. Wow I gave you 20 lol guess that’s a lot lol. I hope you find things you haven’t read before. Let me know if there’s any you think should also be on my list. I’m always down for more Lady D amazingness.

#anon ask #ask reply #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 alcina #resident evil village #re8 #lady alcina dimitrescu #resident evil #lady dimitrescu x reader #lady dimitrescu x oc

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kirathehyrulian · 16 days

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ForWonderfulWetSammy: 🍊Tangerine Dreams🍊

| Ao3 Collection | Ao3 Art Post | (Please do not edit/alter. Feel free to reblog, but please do not repost. At the very least, please give me credit.)

for @wetsammywinchester Enjoy, if you can!♥♥♥

(For better viewing on desktop, click the image, then right click the enlarged image, and then click “open image in new tab”.)

For more stuff from me please check out my “myart” tag here on Tumblr or my AO3.

👇( wip screenshots and notes below the cut) 👇

Art Notes: (more detailed notes will be on the AO3 post)

Around March 12th, @quickreaver made a collection for Paula over on AO3 and asked me if I'd like to participate and make some new works dedicated to her, preferably before March 25th. I told QR I'd try, but I was still in the process of finishing my last project the mer!Jared au.

But after I finished up with that, I looked at the list of likes and dislikes given to me and I went for a mob au set vaugely in the 1920's, because when I think mob I think of the roaring 20's.

I started this project March 14 and finished April 3rd. So I worked on this off and on for 21 days. Nine days over the due date, sadly. But, I wanted to finish what I started, so I continued. It's a collection that's supposed to stay open and added to indefinitely anyways.

The title of the work is taken from the lyrics in "Salvatore" by Lana Del Rey.

Dean does have freckles they're just very faint.👍

WIP Screenshots:

#forwonderfulwetsammy #wincest #gencest #or #weirdcest #you decide #mafia au #myart

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quicktimeeventfull · 13 days

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please stop worrying about your hit:kudos ratio

broadly speaking i really do not think people should worry about their ao3 stats BUT it's human nature to think about numbers and so it's worth understanding how they actually work. the tl;dr is that the hits:kudos ratio is simply not a useful metric. i do not mean that you shouldn't base your self-worth on it. i mean it literally does not work the way people think it does. why? simple answer: ao3 counts TOTAL hits, unique hits. therefore, a high hit kudos ratio does not indicate that your work is bad or that people are abandoning it before finishing it. it literally just means your fic is receiving more hits (not more viewers) than kudos.

here are some reasons your fic may have a high hits:kudos ratio:

people are returning to your fic multiple times because they like it. if someone reads your work 20 times, they are producing a hit: kudos: ratio of 1:20. certain genres of fic are likely to get a higher hits:kudos ratio. for obvious reasons, pornographic fic tends to get more repeat views, but this is also true of genres such as h/c. (this is ftr extremely common -- ff.net does count unique hits, so you can see this elsewhere.)

people may click in to get an idea of what it's like, then return when they've got time to finish it. this is especially common with long fic

your summery may be unclear, so people don't realize what it's about until they start reading. this doesn't mean it's bad, just that they aren't interested in the content

multichapters only allow one kudo per visitor, so they're necessarily going to have a higher hit:kudos ratio

you have posted the fic offsite and/or it's getting shared offsite, so a disproportionate number of people without ao3 accounts are reading it. (technically they can kudos as visitors, but people are often unaware of how the site works and/or don't want to provide an email address)

your fic is about a taboo subject and people do not want their usernames connected to it. this frequently happens with sexual content and content about mental illness

your fic is new. ao3 does not update hits and kudos live. new stories are also disproportionately affected by time of day -- fics posted before work hours or late at night are going to get more people who sample the fic to read later

someone has your fic open in a tab and it's getting refreshed frequently

fandom norms -- some fandoms just don't kudos often

here are some reasons your fic may be getting a low hits:kudos ratio:

people are downloading the fic so you're only getting one hit even though they're re-reading often

you've posted the fic offsite, so people left a kudos on ao3 but are re-reading offsite

so you can see there are so many variables there's just no way to know what's going on. i wouldn't go so far as to say the hits:kudos ratio is literally useless -- if you're getting an unusually low number of kudos it's worth checking to see if it's getting minimal views because people obviously can't kudos without entering the page -- but it's not sensible to place a significant amount of stock in it and it's DEFINITELY not sensible to worry about getting a specific ratio.

#ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction #.txt #mine #i will make more posts re: other metrics but like this is the Big One i feel

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somewhereapart · 4 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for tagging me @revolutionsoftheheart! 💋

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

230

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 1,851,307

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently: SVU (EO), MCU/Marvel (Steggy), Once Upon a Time (OQ) (shut up, i'm calling it current bc I intend to continue, I've just been taking a little break....)

Over the course of my fandom life: Battlestar Galactica (Lee/Kara), Private Practice (Charlotte/Cooper), CSI:Miami (Calleigh/Eric), and if you count all the writing I did in notebooks during my teenage years Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel: The Series (Buffy/Angel, Buffy/Spike, Angel/Darla).

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Couches (SVU)

Breaking In (Once Upon a Time) (** This one would absolutely have the top spot if the OQ fandom had made the shift to Ao3 sooner. Baker's Dozen would probably be in the top 5 as well, so... honorable mention. lol)

Lip Service (SVU)

Convalescence (SVU)

Mistakes Were Made (SVU)

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

I used to respond to every single comment, years and years ago. Now I am terrible at responding to comments, for a number of reasons. 1) I just don't have the spoons I used to have, and oftentimes I will start out replying to all the comments and then the day will pass and the next day I maybe don't have the time/energy for it, and then I worry people will think I'm intentionally ignoring their comments, which I am very much not, so I kind of adopted an "if I can't get to everybody, I just shouldn't do anybody" mentality which is probably not the greatest and I am trying to work on... 2) I tend to keep the tab open for my latest fic/update for a day or two to see what comments roll in but then after that, I close the tab and I forget the inbox on Ao3 actually exists so I'm reliant on my email alerts to know when there's a new comment, and I don't check that email every day so sometimes it's dayssss after someone leaves a comment on a not-quite-brand-new work before I see it. And then I feel like I've accidentally left it too late? 3) I feel like I should have more to say than just replying to everyone with "Thanks!", or I feel bad when I have more to say to some reviews than that (because they ask a question, are more specific about something, etc.) but then reply to some of the others with only "Thanks!" Like I feel like the people who just get "thanks!" are gonna feel like I don't value their reviews as much as the people who get a longer response, and then they'll feel bad or like they wasted their effort reviewing and then I'll feel bad bc that is very much not the case. (See above re: "if I can't do it for everyone, I'll just do it for no one.") This is the (one and only) downside to me of the Ao3 comment reply format vs. FFNet review replies -- I LOVE that the Ao3 comments format lends itself better to conversation, but the FFnet review replies went to people's DMs so nobody knew if they got a "Thanks!" on this one and someone else got a paragraph. 4) I feel like it pads the Comment count? Like it looks like the work got double the response that it did, it feels a little like I'm cheating? So in summary, I have Comment reply anxiety, clearly lol. But I love receiving everyone's comments, and I hoard each and every one like a dragon with their treasure, and I appreciate everyone who takes the time to leave one. Maybe in 2024 I should make it a goal to reply to all of them idk...

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

Mmmmm.... Hexes, maybe? I was scrolling down the OUAT fic memory lane last night and hit OQ Angst Week, that had some doozies. Maybe Sing A Song of Forgetting, that one was rough.

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

Baker's Dozen, probably. (Which, fun fact -- I put the OG version back up on Ao3 a few years back "temporarily" and then forgot to take it down, so if you have that and the published book version, now you can compare, I guess 😂)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not much these days, but I have a few times in the past. The one I got the most hate on is actually not on Ao3 because when I moved over my Private Practice fics from FFnet, I didn't move anything incomplete that I wasn't expecting to finish. But it was a Charlotte King fic that dealt with her fiance coming back into her life (before we actually met him on the show) while she and Cooper were broken up, and I was very clear that it was a Charlotte fic not so much a CharCoop fic, but oooooh people were mad that there was a love triangle going on and it was unclear who she was gonna end up with. LIVID. FURIOUS. That's the fic that made me turn off anon reviews for the first time bc I had someone who would just troll me with hate reviews and blow up my DMs. It was a time....

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

Indeed, and pretty much... whatever's clever. lol I need more specifics on the last question.

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

Not really, no.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes! Someone swiped a chunk of one of my EO fics and reused it like word for word (with the names changed, obvs) in their Jopper fic this summer! And someone linked me to it and I blew up their Comments section on the chapter and they deleted their entire internet presence, it was wild.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, because every time someone asks me for permission to translate one, I say no, bc I am very protective of my work. lol I don't like not being able to vet the translation and know that it comes across the way I want it to. I've talked in the past about having a friend of mine do a Spanish translation of Baker's Dozen, but she literally does translation for a living and she's so familiar with my writing and my writing process (and I'm so familiar with hers) that I can trust the end result would be what I'd want it to be. Also, in my experience, folks who want to translate my work also want to repost it somewhere themselves, and I haaaaaaate that. I'm a control freak about my work, I want it to be where I want it and have control over the managing of it at all times. (I get annoyed when people repost my work to other fic archives/collections, or have it bound in print for themselves, etc. I don't like that. What if I want to go back and change something? Just leave it where I posted it and link back to there, please and thank you!)

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

Yes, but never to completion.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? It's like choosing between children, I can't.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

If Every Road Led Back Home (the aforementioned Charlotte King fic). Everything else, I am still convinced I'll finish it someday. lol (But if we were gonna be less optimistic than that, What Happens in Vegas, and L'ébauche probably)

16. What are your writing strengths?

Porn with feelings. lol Sex scenes with what I call "heightened realism" -- it's probably consistently better sex than real-world sex, but never so much that it seems implausible or too exaggerated, and I like to include little mishaps, or imperfections, or the real things that often get skipped over (hey condoms, hey lube, hey peeing after sex) because when you've been writing sexy fanfic for two decades, quite frankly it's boring when it's perfect and shiny every time. I have a Steggy fic planned for sometime this year that is basically "their sex life has one consistent and inconvenient obstacle and here's all the ways that works out (and sometimes doesn't work out) for them." I haven't flexed my angst muscles in a while, but I used to absolutely love writing stuff that wrecked people until they were yelling at me in the comments. I miss doing that.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Rampant abuse of grammar (I know I'm doing it, I just don't care), overuse of the word "just", and too many parentheticals. Also knowing when to stop. I will use 18 words when 3 would do, and I can very easily write myself into the weeds instead of staying on target and writing every scene with intent toward a goal. (Hi, Breaking In.) Also, finishing things. (Hello again, Breaking In, and every other unfinished WIP both on Ao3/FFnet and in my Google Docs graveyard.)

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

If it fits the fic, absolutely, but only a language I can find a native speaker to check and correct for me before I post it. I don't wanna be the one out here with the wonky Google Translate French that makes people who can actually read the language cringe.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically, Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The first fanfic I ever published on the internet was a Spuffy fic that is now lost to the ages because it was on some fic archive that no longer exists, but I did a lot of pen-and-paper BtVS fanfic writing in middle and high school.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I'm gonna go with Breaking In, because it's my baby. My Beast. The big guy. My Everest. And also Baker's Dozen because it's Baker's Dozen.

tagging in a no-pressure way (and sorry for any double tags): @goodthingscomeinthrees @behindthelabels @rahleeyah @roboticonography @doctorhelena @lyricalviolet @audreysl0ve @ninzied @somuchwhatever and anyone else who wants to do it!

#writing #memes #writing memes

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I grow weary of the HP/JKR discourse.

Honestly HP - Dramione to be exact - is my first fandom, and my oldest. I’ve read for it for 20 years, over half my life. I used to be more involved, and when I was younger I bought some merch, but I haven’t bought anything new for HP in over 7 years, and I won’t in the future because I don’t want to monetarily support JKR.

But I bought the films 10 years ago. My books are older than that. JKR doesn’t get any money from me re-reading once every 5 years or watching physical media I have owned for decades. HP got me through some really rough points in life, when all I wanted was to escape. I grew up with Harry and the rest. My best friend, who is the 1 person in my life that I trust to share every part of myself with, we became friends at first because neither of our friend groups were into HP and we could talk about it with each other. We’ve been best friends for 20 years now, and I wouldn’t have her without all the bonding we did through our shared love of HP at first.

I get why people cut it out entirely, I can understand why some people choose not to engage with it at all. However, I don’t agree that creating or engaging with fan works means implicit support of JKR or her beliefs. Sorry not sorry, but me reading fic and leaving kudos and liking fanart of a non-canon ship gives nothing to JKR. The argument that free fan works are keeping HP alive and giving JKR money simply through “exposure” doesn’t ring genuine for me, not when there’s literal theme parks and public channels play the movies and businesses pay for licensing to make HP costumes, and mugs, and bedding, and dishware, and watches, and everything.

There are plenty of fandoms that survive and thrive that have no or very little merch available, it isn’t necessary, and people can really just stop buying HP stuff - like I did. And some companies have stopped their HP stuff, and I’m sure that trend will continue, but I doubt they will ALL stop, because in the end JKR isn’t the only person with shitty beliefs.

HP isn’t my only fandom, it’s not something I give 100% of my attention to, and I fall into new stuff all the time, but this whole idea of recommending other things to replace HP in peoples’ lives? Regardless of how many other books I read or shows I watch, HP is irreplaceable in my life. That ship has sailed. It sailed over 20 years. I don’t go on about it all the time or even recommend that people read them now, I tend to talk about more relevant media on a day-to-day basis (House of the Dragon, superhero stuff, Star Wars, Doctor Who, The Queen’s Thief books, All Souls books-and show, etc). But none of those can replace what HP was for me, and still is to a degree. I have to scroll down to see all the Ao3 bookmarks when I open a new tab because I have so many, but nothing else will ever comfort me like a fluffy Dramione one-shot after a truly awful day. Because they were the first ship I really fell in love with, and it’s been 20 fucking years.

I’m just tired of seeing posts about how people should read The Magicians instead (which, there was a rape scene and pedophilia - in the show at least - so not something I would put in the same category as HP) or Warrior Cats (please). By all means, recommend media you like to people, recommend new things and don’t engage with HP at all if you don’t want to. But please stop acting like it’s as simple as liking something new will make people stop liking HP, or that they’ll get the same things out of them. Sorry, this turned out way longer than I planned.

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duplicitywrites · 6 months

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Tagged by @racfoam and @the-paper-monkey, thanks!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

183. Technically, I have a second separate account with archived older works that would add on top of this total. It's not really hidden, I just pretend it does not exist.

2. What's your total A03 words count?

1,693,656. Same thing as above. Some of these are from collabs, but most of it is mine.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Harry Potter, exclusively at the moment.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

But For You, I Did (20,976 words)

Harry James [Redacted] (23,832 words)

Sugar, It's Cold Outside (14,548 words)

Thanks for Harry (4,313 words)

Ripples Across the Water (95,453 words)

Personally, I find the top fic to be insufferable in the position that it's at. I have any number of works that I'd consider better 😔

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

I try my best! Currently I'm sitting about 100+ in the hole. If your comment is nice, I will endeavour to eventually respond 💝

Some people leave a bunch of emoji comments on chapters as they go along, and in that case I usually just respond to the last one rather than each one individually.

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

We Still Have Time (9,053 words)

On Samhain, the veil between the physical and spiritual world weakens enough for the living to speak with the dead for a brief period of time. Tom and Harry are graced with twenty-four hours together before one of them must return to the other side, only— Which one of them is it?

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

I write a lot of happy endings, but I don't think I could pick just one, or even a few.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I'll say I give as good as I get.

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

Made a pseud — pwplicity (duplicity) — just for the smut. I think my favourite genre of smut to write is smut crack.

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

Not my cup of tea.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

On Wattpad, yes.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Plenty! All the translators who I've spoken with were lovely people, and I really truly appreciate all the hard work they put into making fanfic accessible.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Most people, I hope, are familiar with The Immortal Duties of Lord Voldemort. I have collabs outside of that, most notably with @dividawrites and @cindle-writes 💘

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I'd say this one. Older fandoms hold nostalgia for me, but I've never created as much as I have than for this ship!

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

I have a gen fic one-shot that involves terminal illness of sorts. I started it during the pandemic, and it will likely never be completed due to the overall depressing nature of the story.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I like to think I'm funny and I have creative ideas.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm a pantser. And I always have a dozen gdoc tabs open at a time because I keep starting new ideas.

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

In moderation, unless we're actively providing translations. Even so, it can break up the flow of reading if I have to dump entire paragraphs into a translator just to understand what's going on.

In certain fandoms, there may be canonical language elements that are frequently used and thus become colloquial in a way — I used to read/write in the Les Miserables fandom, so there was a lot of French.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter... so we've come full circle!

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

This is the question I hate the most because I never have a real answer. Either they're all the best, or I hate them all. Take your pick.

Anyone who wants to answer these, please feel free! 🎃

#tag game

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beatrice-otter · 2 months

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From that one 'love your fandom' ask post which I apparently opened in a new tab and instantly forgot about lol, numbers 2 (a headcanon you weren't sure about at first but have come to like!) 7 (your favorite tropes to read/write/draw) and 18 (a fandom tag that you track). I'd link the post but tumblr doesn't allow that lmao.

Headcanon I didn't initially like: I'm sure that in the 20 years I've been in online fandom I must have had one that I was "meh" about at first but came to like? But that's not the way it tends to go for me. (I'm assuming we're talking about other peoples' headcanons, since I pretty much like all of mine :D) I'm much more likely to go from "meh" to "ugh, that's awful," if something that I'm meh about becomes fanon and I see it a lot. I've even gone from things I liked becoming things I didn't like, because they got to be too popular and crowded other takes out of fandom. But in most cases, it's not enough to ruin my enjoyment of a fanfic those headcanons/fanons appear in.

If we're doing it the opposite direction, headcanons that I was initially indifferent to which I have come to dislike, I think it's "Elizabeth Bennet is determined to only marry for love." Because that's something the adaptations add! Book!Elizabeth doesn't really have much to say about it one way or the other, in the book Jane is the one who cares about marrying for love. Book!Elizabeth's goal seems to be a husband she can respect. She's fine with people courting or marrying for practical considerations, as long as they're compatible enough that the marriage is not going to end up like her parents' marriage.

Favorite tropes: a tough one, because I have pretty varied tastes. What draws me to a story isn't generally the tropes, but the worldbuilding and the characterization. I do tend to love time travel and crack taken seriously. Genderbenders can also be a lot of fun.

Tags I follow: on tumblr I don't really follow tags, just people. As for "what fandom tags do I browse on AO3 a lot" the most common are probably Star Trek, Rivers of London, the Goblin Emperor, and Jane Austen.

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urchintoast · 5 months

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I was tagged by @colettebronte and @fayes-fics! Thanks for thinking of me darlings!! 🫶🫶🫶

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

40,668

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently: Bridgerton and Fellow Travelers. But I’ve also written for The Umbrella Academy, Star Trek, Harry Potter, MCU, and Kingsman (though I don’t have any fics on ao3 for the last 2)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ooh by Kudos?

It’s Not Saturday with 565

I See You with 452 (ooh this one’s moved up! TUA had been my top 3 for the longest time!)

Blush with 416

The Last Man with 415 (very close!)

His Everything with 410

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

I try to! If someone made the effort to leave a comment for me, the least I can do is thank them for taking the time to read my silly writings 🥹 I have a lot of kudos/likes but the comments are rarer and mean the world to me 🥹

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

Probably Milk? It’s in Hawk’s pov and I just find it very hard to not be angsty in his voice. Idk.

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

I love happy endings (don’t we all? 😜) so I tend to write happy endings for most of my fics. The absolute cheesiest is Pebble, although the relief in Fear is a great pay off in my opinion.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I did. I had some really mean comments a few years ago and that’s why I took such a long break from fic writing. A few people told me that my fics made no sense and told me to stop trying. It’s taken me a while to build my confidence back up after that, and I’m still really struggling with writing smut again after that.

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

I used to write some mlm and omegaverse fics but as previously mentioned, got some hate on them and stopped. Currently no, at least not that I’m comfortable sharing yet.

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

I’ve never written crossovers, though some AUs are fun!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of 🤔 hopefully it stays that way! Please don’t steal! 🥺

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

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

Not that’s been published, but with friends in discords over the years we’ve written some fics for ourselves. Always befriend authors, you get the best riffing!

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I can’t pick just one!! Ummmm. Nope, I can’t even pick just one for each fandom lol. I like different ships for different reasons, I can’t choose just one!

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

I’m determined to finish it! But right now Surprising seems like it’s not gonna be finished any time soon, just cause it’s been a published WIP since May, and then life happened and I just lost inspiration for it. Hopefully my muse will return soon once work and things settle down 🤞

16. What are your writing strengths?

Oh this is hard. I’m so critical of myself. Umm I’ve gotten some nice comments about funny dialogue so I guess that?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Besides finishing them? Length. Smut.

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

Please just have the translation available at some point (like a footnote) so I don’t have to open a new tab to look up what they’re saying because then I get distracted and forget that I was reading something lol

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter is the first one I published on ao3. No clue what the real first one is 🤷🏻‍♀️

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I don’t really have a favorite? I’m pretty proud of them all for different reasons. Ease My Mind cause it was omega/omega and I’d never seen anyone do that before. Surprising because it got me back to writing. I See You because it’s the longest fic I’ve ever finished. Milk because I was the first one on ao3 to write for that pairing!

Really I could go on and on about why I’m proud of each fic 🥹

Thanks for tagging me!! 💗

#adventures in fanfic writing

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msmargaretmurry · 8 months

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11, 18, 20 please?

11. Link your three favorite fics right now.

augh okay so, i have not been reading a ton of fic this summer? i've been in a big books mood. i have like 50 hockey fics open in tabs that i will very likely be injecting directly into my brain the moment grad school kills the part of me that can read books for pleasure. i share this because i assume the people want hockey fic recs but tragically i don't really have any i haven't linked before, so this these are some old non-hockey favorites that i've very recently revisted for reasons.

By Small and Small by luxover — band of brothers, babe/roe, teen, 43k, constantly returning to this fic to bask in how masterfully done the modern au is in a fandom where i usually hate modern aus!

And like the cycle of the year, we begin again by katherynefromphilly — bbc merlin, arthur/merlin, mature, 207k, the ending to that godforsaken tv show that we deserved, once every 2–3 years i go into a fugue state and reread this whole thing and apparently that is where i am right now 🥴

Hunger by Helenish — the bear, carmy/richie, mature, 3.3k, obviously after s2 of the bear i had to reread!!

18. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

usually during the writing process, but sometimes after i have a draft, and sometimes when i have opened the ao3 new work page to post. for short fics it's usually just a lyric or quote that i think kinda encapulates the theme of the fic (a time-honored fanfic tradition). for longer fics, i usually have an idea of what kind of vibe i want the title to have long before i'm done writing, so workshopping title ideas becomes a fun little procrastination activity for when i should be writing but am not writing. with tnno, i knew all along that the title would be tnno; with haw, i didn't title it until i had the ao3 posting page open — both of those have titles that are references within the fics themselves as opposed to references to outside things (although "the next next one" is obviously also stolen from the hockey media). i don't know whomst among my tumblr friends has read any of my non-hockey stuff but "come and make the hymns of you" is a walt whitman reference and one of my favorite titles i've used. "the very best of" is a reference to career retrospective albums (e.g. "the very best of fleetwood mac").

20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

oh yes very much so, haha. my characters love to have important conversations in the kitchen or in the middle of the night or in the kitchen in the middle of the night. i love metaphors, i love symbolism. there's always gonna be some fuckin symbolism. weather metaphors. themes-wise, my characters are constantly learning to trust themselves and trust the people who love them. they're always convincing themselves that they're content with what they have while actively drowning in yearning. i KNOW i have words/expressions that appear a lot but i'm kind of blanking right now. probably like, the physical sensations of emotion. tightness in the chest and lumps in the throat and turning stomachs all that 😂

#ask #writing meme

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justsome-di · 10 months

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Nobody Ends Up Dead In a Bathtub, Everyone Keeps Their Organs: Chapter 22

Summary: Alex is an ordinary, highly-introverted office worker. He clocks in and out and goes home to his little apartment he shares with his younger sister. He hasn’t dated in years by the time his co-workers set him up on a blind date.

The only issue is he and his date are not on the same page. At all.

While Alex thinks it’s a normal date, Damián is under the impression Alex is a client who paid to be there. No-so-quickly, they realize something is up. It’s all a prank. Damián is a sex worker Alex’s co-workers hired as a sick joke.

After reassuring that they’re both okay, Alex decides he wants revenge for both him and Damián. The plan is to use the stigma of sex work and start a 6-week, scandalous fake dating scheme with a big finale at the office Halloween party. Alex’s co-workers will be too horrified to try to prank him again. At least, that’s the plan.

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Damián was true to his word. They arrived at Dorothy’s before there was a large crowd.

Alex could feel the music through the floor, up through his legs and into his chest. It made him slightly nauseous. His teeth rattled. He didn’t know a gay club would fill him with such sensory issues.

Damián took his hand and weaved them through the crowd. He shouted something at Alex which he couldn’t hear over the music blaring through the speakers.

Alex shook his head and shouted back, “What?”

“Do you want to get a drink?” Damián repeated, pointing behind him to the bar.

“Oh. Yeah. Sure.”

“What do you want?”

“What do people drink at clubs?”

Heavy bass started again with a new song seamlessly beginning a few seconds before the second one ended. Another widely-acclaimed gay anthem. Another song that made Alex walk a little off balance up the few stairs to the bar.

Damián got them close to the bartender. All of the seats were occupied by people at least 10 years younger than Alex. He began to wonder if he had missed out on something during his younger years. Maybe he had missed out on some major queer developmental stage because he hadn’t had any other gay people around him. No one besides his younger sister.

There was never anyone to talk to about how certain things worked. No one to ask where men met other men or what places other queer people liked to hang out. He couldn’t even ask anyone how gay sex worked, and his frame of reference only ever came from articles from gay journals and—though he knew it was totally inaccurate—porn.

He worried, as Damián handed him a whiskey sour, that he had missed his chance at being young and carefree. Sure, his 30s weren’t old. He wasn’t knocking at death’s door. But seeing the younger people surround him in rainbow tube tops and lace shirts, he felt there was never going to be a chance for him to experience that.

There had never been a group of 20-somethings that he had partied with and made dumb decisions only 20-somethings made. All Alex could do, with a little bitterness settling in his chest, was be with one other 30-something and make the dumb decisions 30-somethings made.

Damián led him towards the back of the club. The music was still loud, but it wasn’t deafening anymore. They slid into an empty booth together.

“I’m going to give you a second to chill,” Damián said. “And I usually don’t drink all that much, but I did open a tab. So, if you want anything else, let the bartender know it’ll be on my card.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! This is your first time out at a place like this! Let me take care of you!”

Everyone looked like they were having fun. Damián watched the people around them.

Damián reached out to lay his hand over Alex’s. He looked really nice. He did wear the promised crop top. It was tight and showed off the wonderful way his waist pulled in like a triangle.

He was gorgeous, who was Alex kidding? He was so beautiful, it made Alex’s heart ache.

Alex eventually felt the pleasant warmth of a buzz. He wouldn’t call himself tipsy, but he did definitely relax. Sometimes he felt like he was born with tension in his shoulders, like his the stress there rivaled Atlas’. But it was all gone then. And maybe it was because of the drink or maybe it was because Damián was rubbing his thumb over his knuckles.

“Want to check out some of the front?” Damián asked.

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t have to. But if you want to see what the other gays are up to, it’ll all be up there.”

“Can I get another drink first?”

They abandoned their seats, and Damián ordered him another whiskey sour and, at Alex’s insistence, closed his tab. Alex didn’t want the temptation of easily accessible alcohol there if he got nervous. He didn’t want to risk getting too drunk, too sloppy in front of Damián. It wouldn’t look good. Even worse, he didn’t want Damián to be forced into taking care of him.

Damián took his hand and led him through the crowd to the dance floor. Most of the “dancing” consisted of arms up in the air and butts to crotches. Alex thought he would be overwhelmed by the display, but he was intrigued.

There were two butch women with their arms around each other partially out of affection but also partially so they could support one another. They wore baggy clothing and clunky boots. One wore a bowtie that Alex really liked. Their beers sloshed around, and they sang into one another’s mouths.

A young man, thin as a rake with a binder visible at the armholes of his tank top, was grinding against another man. Laughing, the other man spun him around and pulled him into a kiss.

A handful of people had climbed on stage where drag queens were supposed to perform at later hours. They hyped each other up. They danced and screamed along to the song, absolutely not caring at all that they looked silly.

And then there was a streak of gray hair that shocked Alex. A streak of gray hair off to the side, nestled close to a salt and pepper beard. Textured hands held cocktails. Little, subtle lines creased when mouths laughed.

Alex held his breath. On the packed floor, they were the only people Alex could see. They were laughing and holding each other and enjoying themselves, firmly in the place they knew they belonged. Flashes of teeth pressed against each other, disappearing for long seconds at a time.

The bass thundered across the floor. Alex licked his lips. He tasted the sweetness of sugar and a touch of lime that sent a shock through his tongue.

Damián wrapped his arm around Alex’s waist and pressed his lips to Alex’s ear.

“It’s really beautiful, isn’t it?” he shouted. “I know that look you have.”

It was beautiful. The beautiful knowledge that Alex was having a moment every other queer person had and that knowledge that Alex belonged in that club. He hardly felt like he belonged anywhere and yet there he was. In his space. With his people.

The bass died under his feet. A new song began playing. Quick strumming, rapid lyrics, and then a dive into new a new bassline. Alex left his drink on an empty table, feeling sorry for the staff who would have to clean up after him, and they made their way into the crowd.

Damián had turned his head towards the sky and was singing. There was a large smile on his face. The spinning lights on the ceiling played around on his face. There was a blue cast over his features and then yellow and then purple and then blue again. It all made him look much softer than Alex had noticed before.

Damián was singing his heart out, and Alex was surprised to realize that he also knew the song. He had never sung in public before, but he started to. His voice blended in with the sea of everyone else’s. He knew he wasn’t a good singer, and it didn’t seem to matter. No one there was really trying all that hard.

He couldn’t even hear himself, but Damián still noticed he had joined. He looked down at Alex with pure glee and stepped around so that they were facing each other. A bachelorette party bumped into him while trying to slide through the congestion. He didn’t pay attention to them. He just re-adjusted himself so he and Alex were closer.

Alex didn’t know what to do with his hands. Clumsily, he reached for Damián. He held his hands and then, not letting himself think about it too long, moved them to Damián’s hips. Damián matched him, and it was like Alex’s body was on fire.

He continued to sing through his heart racing and his head spinning. The music slowed, the instruments dropped out, and Alex could hear Damián’s voice deliver the next lines, off-key. And then, Damián’s hands were on his face, fingers wrapped along his soft jaw.

And fuck. He loved Damián.

Weighing how responsible it was to fall in love with someone he had just met would come later. Now, Alex was wondering who was going to make the first move.

It would have been expected for Damián to lean down for a kiss first. But it was Alex to lifted his chin and pulled Damián towards his lips. It was Alex who pressed his body even closer to Damián, somehow finding little gaps the close. He moved his hands up to Damián’s chest. Now knowing what to do with them after that, he let them roam over a few inches in circles.

Damián tasted like the burning of whiskey and sugar and citrus of his drink. It was a little sickly-sweet. Alex could smell his aftershave—it was subtle but earthy. A solid earthy smell. Not something watered down with a sting of alcohol. Damián had chosen something classy for the night. Something he knew Alex was going to catch when they were so close.

All of Alex’s senses were devoted to Damián, and he was overstimulated by how splendid it was.

A little sweat made Damián’s shirt cling to him a little, and Alex wasn’t sure if he was supposed to find that sexy. Surely, he was also covered in a layer of sweat and surely, that couldn’t have been sexy.

When Damián’s tongue started poking into his mouth, he stopped thinking about sweat.

Damián pulled away first.

“Do you want to leave?” he shouted. “Head back to your place?”

“Yes!”

Alex wasn’t always great at taking hints, but he knew what that invitation meant. Damián took his hand again and pushed their way past another bachelorette party, earning dirty looks from the hoard of bleach-blonde women and a scoff from one in a sash that read Bride-To-Be. Fucking heterosexuals, Alex thought.

They made it outside to the almost-shady ally entrance to the club. The cold air was a relief, almost shocking. It brought Alex back to his senses just a little. Just enough to help him realize he was sporting a hard-on and that he was desperate for an Uber to show up soon.

“They’re seven minutes away,” Damián said.

They grabbed each other again and began a string of sloppy kisses. Alex had never kissed someone so much before. He hoped he was doing it right. He hoped it wasn’t gross to do it in an ally way where other people could see.

“Are you okay with this?” Damián asked, dragging his hand through Alex’s hair. “Are we on the same page?”

“Are we going to fuck?”

Alex liked the word “fuck.” It was good. It gave the impression he knew what he was talking about.

Damián laughed, and Alex’s lips were pressed against his teeth for a second. “I think we’re headed in that direction.”

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