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bartxnhood · 1 year
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love you need | s.h
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shawn hunter x fem!reader
summary: you notice shawn distancing himself from you and the group until one night she shows up at your door hoping to talk it out.
warnings: angst! both shawn and reader have some self doubt.
a/n: this is my first time writing for shawn, and tbh it’s been a hot minute since i’ve rewatched bmw so😭 but i really miss shawn and i relate to his character sm. so i might start writing for him now, this is just to test the waters. enjoy !
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you stand at your locker rummaging through your books searching for your history book. “hey!” topanga hollers, followed by cory. you push you locker door inwards revealing the couple. “have you seen shawn?” cory questions, you simply shake your head and close your locker. “no, why?” you ask, leaning against the metal. “i haven’t heard from him over the weekend. totally unusual, normally i csnt get rid of him” cory answers, your eyebrows raised. now that you think of it, he hasn’t called or stopped by to see you either.
shawn was the type of boyfriend to check in occasionally, even out of school. he’d often surprise you with small gifts just to lighten things up if you were having a bad day. so this was out of character for him, if he was sick or something came up he’d always tell you or cory. something wasn’t right.
“wel..” you trailed off, furrowing your brows. “we can call if he doesn’t show. surely he wouldn’t not show up and not have a reason or tell us” the other two agrees and decided to let it go for the rest of the day.
but a day turned into two, and next thing you knew he never showed that whole week. you tried desperately to call but each time it went to voicemail. you felt frustrated, why did he disappear all of a sudden? why didn’t he tell anybody? you were high strung for the remainder of that week. snapping at people when you didn’t mean to but, nothing was as important as shawn was to you.
“did i do something to upset him?” you’re laying on topangas bed. she invited you over to work on a project, but after you stayed for dinner. “what if he doesn’t want to be with me anymore? what if he found someone else.” your mind is racing, why else would shawn not come to school or return your calls?
you hear topanga sigh, and came to your aide. “y/n, look at me” you sit-up, looking at her. she puts her hands on your shoulder, “he loves you, y/n. i’m sure he has a reason for why he’s been gone.” you groan, she was probably right but it didn’t your heart from aching. “now, cmon. let’s go eat dinner, okay? get your mind off things.”
it wasn’t unusual for you to be home alone as your parents were typically on work trips. you had your own little routine after school. you’d come home, make a snack, do some homework, maybe read for a couple hours, shower, then go to bed. but today was different, after doing your homework you were pretty exhausted so you had just planned on laying down. thank god you we’re graduating in a few months, the work was beginning to run you down mentally.
it seemed no matter how hard yo supplied yourself, you always came in last. you were barely making the grades to pass your classes, but you were trying so hard.
as you were entering the bathroom, ready to brush your teeth and wash your face you heard banging at your door. of course, you didn’t want to answer because who would be banging on your door at this hour? but, something told you to answer it. you cursed at yourself mentally, you were too nice for your own good and your kindness would be your demise. but when you opened the door you didn’t expect to see him. “shawn?”
“i’m sorry for coming here so late but i just didn’t know where else to go.” shawn states as he runs his hand through his hair. your heart broke just looking at him. it looked like he hadn’t slept in days, his eyes were so dark, he looked beyond exhausted. “shawn, you don’t have to apologize. you know you’ll always have a place here.”
shawn took a seat at the edge of your bed he feels like his heart has been ripped out, all he wants to do is sleep and probably never wake up again. “i just” he rubs his eyes. “i got left alone again, dad went out. i just i didn’t have the guts to face you.” he feels so little, sitting in front of you like this on the verge of tears. “oh, shawn..” you cup his face making him look at you. “it’s okay, you know i’ll always be here. no judgement, shawn. it’s just you and me” you offer a smile.
you see the tears swell in his eyes. shawn wraps his arms around you and rests his head on your stomach. “i’m sorry” he says just above a whisper. “shawn, you didn't do anything wrong. there's nothing to apologize for." you feel him shake his head against your, “no, y/n. i’m sorry i’m not good enough for you.” tears begin to fall from his eyes and he hold on to you as if you were about to be ripped away from him.
“i live in a trailer park, i have nothing to offer you, you could do some much better than me..i don’t deserve you, y/n. you need someone who can provide and give you what you need..i don’t know if i can be that person for you, y/n” you can feel his tears staining your shirt. you remove his arms from your waist as you fall to your knees so you could be eye level with him. “shawn. listen to me” you wipe away his tears, smiling sadly. “you are good enough for me. in fact, i often think you’re too good for me because sometimes i think you could find someone better than me.” now you begin to tear up, confessing all of your bottled emotions.
“shawn, i have felt this toward someone as much as i have you. you’ve saved me so many times and you probably don’t even know it. i promise, you are good enough. you’ll always be good enough,okay? i’ll always be here for you, just let me be the love you need.” tears begin to fall from your eyes, so now the both of you are a crying mess.
“don’t cry, i hate seeing your cry” shawn hums, he wipes away your tears and rests his hand on your cheek. you nod, “i know..” sniffling.
there’s a moment of silence between you two, a comfortable silence. shawn is staring at you. admiring you, puffy eyes and all. he realizes how in love he is, that no matter what life throws at him that he will always have you. shawn softly rubs the pad of his thumb over your check.
“i love you.”
you blink, a few seconds of silence fills the room. he hadn’t said that to you yet, in your years of dating he hadn’t said he loved you, once. shawn was too afraid to love anybody. afraid that he’d ruin the person he wants to love. shawn was like that most of his life, until you changed his mind.
“what?” you feel all the air leave your lungs, your emotions were all over the place now. from crying to now feeling this warmth in your chest as you heard him say the words you had been waiting so long to hear. “say it again”
“i love you, y/n.”
instinctively you wrap your arms around his neck, embracing him in a tight hug. “i’ve been waiting to hear that for so long” you sniffle. shawn rubs you back, you feel him nod. “i know, i should’ve said it a long time ago.”
hours later, after the both of you had spilled your hearts to each other, you offered him dinner but he denied claiming he just wanted to lie down.
you rested comfortably on his chest, he drew circles on your spine. both of you enjoying the silent. “i want to spend the rest of my life with you.” you say. shawn is taken aback, looking down at you. “what?” you look up, smiling softly. “i know we’re still young, but there’s no one else in my life i’d want besides you. i want to be with you forever.” you see him smile, and he tightens his grip around you.
“i like the sound of that…y/n hunter…that has a nice ring to it”
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boymeetsimagines · 8 months
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Crazy Luther | Eric Matthews x F!Reader
Summary: On your first day of orientation at Pennbrooke, an old friend helps you out of the unwanted attention of Crazy Luther.
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It was your first official day at Pennbrooke and you couldn’t have been more excited. You’d found a great apartment within walking distance from the campus after running into a former classmate at John Adams High a couple days before orientation. Even though Topanga was a year younger than you, you'd always managed to have a couple classes together every year before your parents moved to New York your junior year. You knew it had to have been fate to run into her right after she’d run into Jack, Shawn’s long lost brother who was in the need for some new roommates.
Even though there was apparently a lot of drama going on between the two brothers, Shawn had agreed to be the fourth roommate and you were excited to live with at least one friendly face.
You expected to see more former classmates at orientation, since the campus was so close to your former high school, but found yourself disappointed when you didn’t recognize a single person.
You did, however, attract the attention of one student. He’d introduced himself as Luther, but a friendly girl pulled you aside after and warned you that the guy had a bad reputation and even a nickname already.
Determined to give everyone the benefit of the doubt (plus you had to admit, the guy was handsome), you quickly found yourself less and less flattered as he continued to become more forward in his flirting. He was grabby and possessive in a way that made your bad vibes bat signal go off. You’d been in a bad relationship before - you knew the signs. But he wasn’t backing off.
“Come on, sweetheart,” he coo’d, following you as you walked through the quad. “Have dinner with me tonight.”
“I can’t. I already have plans with my roommates,” you replied, thanking God that you actually did have these plans. Jack had promised tonight would be the first official roommate dinner and you were finally going to meet the illusive third roommate that you’d still managed to not run into.
“Skip it! Come on, doll. I’ll take you to places you’ve never been,” he grabbed your arm to stop you from walking, pulling you closer toward him as his grip grew stronger.
Out of instinct, you pushed him away, “Get off!”
“What’s your problem? You got a boyfriend or somethin’?” He continued to walk toward you, taking up more of your space than you were comfortable with.
As if out of desperation, you began to look around to see if there was anyone, anyone who could save you.
Low and behold, the first friendly face you’d manage to see from your former school appeared in the window of the student center to your left.
“As a matter of fact,” you said sternly, giving Luther your attention, “I do. And he’s right in there, so if you’ll excuse me.”
You pushed past him and walked through the student center doors, heading straight for the guy you hadn’t seen in two years as he sat by himself on a bench near the back reading a magazine. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Luther still standing by the doorway, watching you. So you knew you had to make this look convincing.
“Eric Matthews,” you said softly, standing in front of him to try and block his face from the doorway.
Eric looked up at you, his brow rising in both confusion and something else you didn’t quite recognize as he took you in. For a second, you feared that he didn’t remember you and your heart began to beat even faster than you thought possible.
When he finally greeted you in kind by saying your first and last name, your heart began to race for another reason. “What are you—“
“No time,” you stopped him, grabbing the magazine from his hands and settling down in his lap. You lightly caressed his cheek as he continued to peer up at you, and you weren’t sure if his face was purely surprised or if there was a small hint of awe in them. You whispered “play along” as you leaned in closely, his eyes flitting to your lips as you did before you dove in.
Cradling his face and pulling it to yours, you poured yourself in a deep kiss that was meant to convince Luther that this was your boyfriend. Eric jumped slightly at first from your abrupt action, then grew stiff, as if he were doing something wrong. But you were surprised to feel him very quickly give in to whatever it was you were doing here as he wrapped his arms around you and adjusted you onto his lap more comfortably, his left hand gripping at your back and the other on your hip. Deepening the kiss, your hands moved up toward the nape of his neck and moved up, diving into the silky soft curtain of hair that you’d always fantasized about in high school. A soft moan left his throat as your finger nails took on a mind of their own against his scalp and you felt yourself whimper at the sound, melting into his kiss. It was a perfect mixture of tender but demanding, controlled but completely fueled by reckless abandon.
The sound of someone clearing their throat harshly caused you both to jump, finally pulling away from each other to face the intruder. You were annoyed to see that it was still Luther. This guy just could not take a hint.
“So this the boyfriend, huh? I give it a week and you’ll be beggin’ me to take you out. See ya around, sweetheart.”
You groaned as he finally walked out of the room, feeling your body limp at the obvious defeat you felt.
“Boyfriend?” Eric’s voice brought you back as you felt yourself stiffen, realizing that you were still seated very snuggly in the lap of your high school crush.
But his arms hadn’t moved. In fact, you realized that you’d felt them tighten a little more around you when Luther had confronted you.
“Um yeah,” you said timidly, knowing that your cheeks had to be the brightest shade of red humanly imaginable. “That was Luther. Apparently he’s also known as Crazy Luther.”
His brow creased seriously, “Crazy Luther? Who sells the stereo products at low prices?”
You chuckled, shaking your head. “No, according to the rumors he chewed the fingers off his own brother.”
“Well he’s never gonna sell stereos with that kind of reputation.” He smiled at you in that all too familiar Eric smile and you felt your heart contract against your will.
You thought you’d gotten over your crush back when you were a junior and he was a senior, trying desperately to tutor him so he wouldn’t have to repeat his senior year. But he was just so charming and funny and so damn insightful when he wanted to be, you couldn’t help but fall for him.
And here you were, two years later, giving in to that damn smile once more.
You realized again that he hadn’t moved his arms or tried to push you off of him, though you didn’t necessarily feel trapped. It felt comfortable, actually, and that feeling made you jump off his lap immediately and try to find your words again.
All the emotions finally caught up with you: violated by Luther’s disregard for you saying no; anger that he only begrudgingly respected your choice because of another man’s power; guilt over doing nearly the exact same thing to a former friend by pushing yourself on him; and complete and total embarrassment because holy shit you just made out with Eric Matthews.
“I’m so sorry,” you finally said, slightly pacing. “He just wouldn’t back off and take no for an answer. Finally he asked if I had a boyfriend and I saw you in the window and I don’t know what came over me. But I saw an easy out and I took it and I’m just so sorry again for doing that to you.”
Eric chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he shook his head. “Hey, yeah, no need to be sorry. I’m happy to help. Just to be safe, you should stay for a few minutes though until he’s left the area for good. Don’t want him thinking you made out with some stranger just to get away from him.”
“Heaven forbid,” you mocked, chuckling with him as you sat next to him on the bench.
A few minutes easily turned into hours as you and Eric caught up. He told you about his year off after graduation. You told him about your time in New York. He was teasing you about not going to college in the big apple when your watch beeped.
“Damn,” you cursed, realizing how late it’d gotten. “I’m sorry, Eric. I’ve gotta go to this thing—“
“Oh, yeah it’s no problem!” he said reassuringly, lifting up with you as he looked at his own watch. “I’ve gotta run too actually. But, this was fun.”
“The assault or the conversation?” you joked, a blush rising to your cheeks at the mention of the kiss.
He chuckled as you both began to walk out of the student center, running his hand through his hair. It was shorter than it’s been when you left John Adams, but it still looked just as luxurious. “Both, actually. I’ll see ya around?”
“Definitely,” you confirmed, sending him a smile as you parted ways. Quickly, you raced across the campus to the apartment building, disappointed to have cut your time with Eric short but ready to finally sit down with all your roommates. This was going to be your year — you could feel it!
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queermeetsthe90s · 6 months
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I Feel Your Love - A Jeric Oneshot
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Summary:
Jack's tongue darted out to wet his lips as his eyes stayed locked on Eric's mouth. He always wondered what those lips would feel like against his, what they would look like stretched wide and wrapped snugly around his hard, leaking co-
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
Or: Jack asks Eric to set him up on a few blind dates to try and find a girlfriend (and get over the feelings he’s not allowing himself to have for his best friend). Eric does so, but none of it goes the way Jack wants or expects. What happens after Eric decides to set him up with a guy one fateful day? There’s only one way to find out!
Warnings:
Internalized homophobia (Jack struggles with himself), small bout of arguing (nothing major), strong language, and eventual smut
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neytirisheaven · 6 months
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BOY MEETS WORLD MASTERLIST ் ༘
[ ↷ m. masterlist ]
[ ❏   legend   , ]
✿   fluff     !    ☁︎   angst    !    ★   smut     !
♥︎   personal favorite     !    ✓   complete     !
ᝰ   currently writing     !
❛ shawn hunter ❜
𓄼 oneshots 𓄹
ᝰ  |  my emotions feel like explosions when you are around:
( line without a hook,   ricky montgomery )
IN WHICH it's the last day of your senior year of high school, and your friends dare you to confess to the boy you've loved since the third grade
ᝰ  |  are we too young for this?:
( softcore,   the neighbourhood )
☁︎
IN WHICH spending all your time in college with your boyfriend has caused you to come to a revelation that you're afraid to say out loud in fear of it becoming true
𓄼 mini-fics 𓄹
tba
❛ jack hunter ❜
𓄼 oneshots 𓄹
ᝰ  |  know that you and i shouldn't feel like a crime:
( sofia,   clairo )
☁︎✿
IN WHICH your insecurities finally come to light during a date with jack, which leads to some time apart that only worsens everything. everything.
ᝰ  |  i close my eyes and all i see is you:
( those eyes,   new west )
☁︎✿
IN WHICH you find yourself with the right person at the wrong time
𓄼 mini-fics 𓄹
tba
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oceangirl24 · 2 months
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That One WIP Tag Game
Many thanks to my sis @mrsmungus for the tag.
The rules are simple. Share the last sentence you wrote and tag as many people as there are words to play along, too.
From the upcoming chapter of Saudade (Shawn's getting a chance to just be a kid in this one. To the fullest):
It took a moment for things to settle in his mind and once they did, Shawn threw his hands up in annoyance. “If everyone here watches Power Rangers, why have I been hidin’ in the closet with the portable tv at seven in the mornin’ every Saturday?!”
47 tags? Do I know that many people to harass tag? lol
No pressure tag as always: @violetrose-art @winterlovesong1 @tsunderesalty @axolotlsupremacyowo @udaberriwrites @mikaharuka @hylianjo @sergeantneko @narcissasdaffodil @bleepbloopbotz @bees-and-sunshine @kayedium-writes @danceswithdarkspawn @fattybattysblog @sliebman10 @justanotherpersonwhowrites @ligerbombz @amberlide @the-orion-scribe
If you would liked to be tagged to play, please let me know and I'll get you the next time.
If you have already told me you want to be tagged and I forgot feel free to issue one of these:
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mutedkisses · 10 months
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i’m fr boutta start writing fanfic on here if someone doesn’t start making shawn hunter oneshots asap ☝️☝️☝️
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trekkiehood · 2 months
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Shout out to this LITERARY ESSAY someone dropped in my Ao3 comments today
It's so beautifully put that I have to share
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Link fo fic:
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stxrliasfics · 4 months
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Two of Cups - Jack Hunter x Eric Matthews Chapter 10
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Chapter 10: Upright
He continued flitting by, stopping on a page with big, bold letters. They were still barely readable. He brought the book closer to his face and squinted, mouthing the first sentence he could make out.
What did that mean exactly?
“Be careful agreeing to trivial requests,” he whispered to the ceiling in thought.
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ao3feedbmw · 2 months
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would you have me? would you want me?
Rating:
Not Rated
Archive Warning:
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category:
M/M
Fandom:
Boy Meets World
Relationship:
Shawn Hunter/Cory Matthews
Characters:
Cory Matthews
Shawn Hunter
Additional Tags:
Character Study
Canon Compliant
Compulsory Heterosexuality
Internalized Homophobia
Gay Male Character
Angst without a happy ending
(keep reading this series....and maybe stuff will change)
TW: Slurs
Language:English
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Shawn's life falls apart around him after receiving a letter from Virna stating that she isn't his biological mother. With his father dead and mother still on the run (and probably never coming back), Shawn submerges himself in the belief that everyone he cares about is going to leave. Except Mr. Turner is doing the opposite of running away, and Shawn doesn't know which is scarier. Diverges from the episode 7x12 Family Trees.
Happily ever after?
Hah.
How could anyone concern themselves with a happy ‘ever after’ when they couldn’t even have a happy middle?
My father’s dead.  
Of course. You knew that already.
I don’t have a mom. 
Oh, but you do…
My mom doesn’t want to be found—not by me.
Finally understand something, do you?
Shawn tried to clear his thoughts. Focus. But he couldn’t even do that. Couldn’t do anything.
Couldn’t stop his dad from dying.
Couldn’t find his mom.
The car swerved as his vision blurred. It baffled him that driving under the influence of alcohol was illegal, but driving under the influence of frustration wasn’t. And people listened to this system? It couldn’t even keep a madman off the road… 
or help someone find their mom.
Shawn should have listened to Cory from the beginning, should have put the letter away without looking at its contents. What had he expected? His mom to say that she was on her way back? Or that she missed him? Loved him? 
Yeah, right.
He should have listened to Cory and not searched for his biological mother after he’d read the letter. Accepted that he didn’t know who his mom was and move on with his life.
Knowing who she was wouldn’t change his past anyway.
He should have listened to Cory, left his hopes in a bin and thrown his envelope of “answers” right in there with them.
Because Cory was right. Everything had been going well—for the most part. Everyone had been happy—for the most part. Shawn’s family always spelled trouble, he should have known an innocent letter wouldn’t have been so innocent coming from his mother. But that was the problem…everything was going well, everyone was happy, but he wasn’t.
It was selfish, opening the letter. He wasn’t anyone important, not like Cory and Topanga and Angela and the Matthews, he should have just dropped it.
Stop whining.
The car swerved again and this time Shawn couldn’t catch it. He bounced off the road, steering wheel spinning out of control. It was almost funny, how time slowed enough for him to count each rock he rolled over and each branch he snapped. And upon impact with the lamppost, the dented metal was perfectly accentuated against the gleam of his headlights.
Shawn’s head snapped against the headrest. He heard a buzz; it drowned out everything. In his haze he couldn’t tell if he was suffering from the crash or if being cut off from his own frazzled thoughts was causing it. He hoped it was from the crash. Maybe if he hit his head hard enough he could leave everything behind, float into oblivion, and find happiness.
Ao3 FFN
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takenbypeter · 1 year
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Boy Meets World Masterlist
Eric Matthews
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Being Rachel’s Friend
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mercedesaria · 9 months
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"Cult Fiction"
This episode just devastated 13-year-old me and kicked started Autumn in Philadelphia.
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queermeetsthe90s · 7 months
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!! Important Update !!
I know I’ve been kinda MIA in regards to posting my own content. I’ve had an emergency irl that I’m still working through and everything. So, please be patient with me! I have been writing the Jeric fanfic I said I would, it’s going to be a fairly good sized oneshot that’s easy to read. I feel like I’m almost done writing it actually so I should get to editing in a few days. Not sure when the release will be yet, hopefully in just a couple more weeks though! Thank you for your patience and support! Have a very Jeric day 🤭💖
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neytirisheaven · 6 months
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main MASTERLIST
— neytirisheaven 2023 ©
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( please do not steal my work, as i have worked hard on it and put a lot of effort and time into my writing. any similarities to other works on this platform or any other platform are simply coincidental and are in no way, shape or form an attempt to steal another author’s work. )
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✦ AVATAR masterlist
neteyam , lo’ak , ao’nung
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✦ BOY MEETS WORLD masterlist
shawn hunter , jack hunter
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✦ HARRY POTTER masterlist
james potter , sirius black , remus lupin , regulus black , harry potter , fred weasley , george weasley , draco malfoy , mattheo riddle , theodore nott
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✦ MARVEL masterlist
steve rogers , pietro maximoff , marc spector/moon knight
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✦ SCREAM masterlist
billy loomis , stu macher , ethan landry
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✦ STRANGER THINGS masterlist
mike wheeler , steve harrington , eddie munson
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✦ THE HUNGER GAMES masterlist
finnick odair , cato hadley
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✦ THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY masterlist
jeremiah fisher , steven conklin , cam cameron
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✦ MISCELLANEOUS masterlist
anthony lockwood , minho (the maze runner)
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oceangirl24 · 3 months
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20 Questions for Writers
Thanks @mrsmungus for the tag. ❤️
❣️How many works do you have on AO3?
13 total, including three fanart art gifts. The only writing I have is my current work. I'm bringing the old FFN stories over on another account.
❣️What is your total AO3 word count?
834,995- 1 million before the year's end would be nice.
❣️What fandoms do you write for?
So far only Boy Meets World. The fanart gifts have been in other fandoms.
❣️What are your top five fics by kudos? Autumn in Philadelphia Trilogy- 243
Flashbacks- 109
Christmas to Last a Lifetime- 94
Not too shabby for such a massive series with an OC as a main character.
❣️Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes. Eventually.
Ever single comment is incredibly important to me and I don't always have the spoons to respond the way I want to. Rather than rush a response, I wait until I can give it my full attention. There are times, however, when certain comments appear to go answered for months. Those are comments from people I am in touch with privately and have already thanked. I will respond to those in time as well.
❣️What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
The Darkest Night without question.
❣️What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
At this point, probably Christmas to Last a Lifetime.
❣️Do you get hate on your fic?
Is having someone throw a tantrum in your comments hate?
The writer who did this was upset over how the first part of AiP ended because they did not read the tags or summary. They also complained about my OC being better than theirs and whined about liking Audrey more as though at 11 years old I created with Aud malicious intent to hurt them 20+ years later. 🙄
This was the person who also tried to push me out of the fandom, harassed me, and stole my work.
So, hate, no. Immature, entitled behavior, yes.
❣️Do you write smut?
No it's not my thing to read or write. My story is canon compliant and I'm staying true to the content of the show as well. Since it's a 90s kids' sitcom, situations were only dealt with to a certain degree.
❣️Do you write crossovers?
Technically. lol The AiP trilogy is a crossover with BMW and its sequel show, Girl Meets World, but since it's in the same universe I don't count it.
I am in the works of doing a real crossover that I'm really excited about, hopefully soon.
❣️Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Yes. See the hate on fics response.
I debated how much to say since my socials are still being monitored but you know what, I don't care.
This person stole big chunks of my work from three of my stories and readers have noticed. That's how I became aware of it. Two readers brought it to my attention and just recently another mentioned it also.
I've dealt with it thanks to my dear friends who have had my back through this year + long ordeal.
And ngl, it was satisfying to see her panic and meltdown when the report was submitted and rush her ending. The subsequent attempts to cover her tracks have been popcorn worthy as they have been both comical and pathetic.
Anyone who knows me will tell you I'm too nice and give too much benefit of the doubt which is why no one outside of my friends' circle has seen the massive report on the theft and harrassment.
However, should you dear [REDACTED] try it again, I'm holding onto that report and won't be so nice the second time around. It won't be your friend who's been asking for the link since December 8th that I'll give it to either.
❣️Have you ever had a fic translated?
Not to my knowledge.
❣️Have you ever co-written a fic?
Not yet!!! But soon and I'm so excited.
❣️What's your all-time favorite ship?
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As for canon ship, they change all the time, but currently it's
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❣️What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
At this point it's looking like Birthday Wishes. lol I mean, I have it outlined to the end and the next chapter is almost ready to go, but I'm prioritizing Saudade and have little time for BW, unfortunately.
❣️What are your writing strengths?
I'm not sure. May be characterization? Possibly world building and character development.
❣️What are your writing weaknesses?
Conciseness. lol Also SPAG editing. My brain skips words like crazy when writing and even editing. No matter how many times I go over things, I miss so much.
❣️Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I avoid this personally because I know enough that I'd mess it up. And I only know Swedish which isn't really a language that figures into my work naturally.
As for fics I'm not writing, it really depends on how it's done.
❣️First fandom you wrote for?
Boy Meets World. First published was Labyrinth.
❣️Favorite fic you've ever written?
Ah, how to chose. Autumn in Philadelphia trilogy. I can't get anymore specific than that. lol
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barely-a-person · 2 years
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this is gonna be really rough but i'll refine it tomorrow
imagine you're friends with the trio (shawn cory and topanga, do they have a group name?) and you usually end up crashing at one of their places because it's just easier than being home. but there's a time when all three of them are out of town and you just can't deal with being home so you go beg eric and jack to let you spend the night at their place. eric says yes immediately, jack begrudgingly agrees. bla bla bla you fall asleep on the couch and wake up in the morning with a blanket on and a glass of water on the coffee table in front of you. when eric wakes up you thank him for it and he says it was jack who did it. you find this weird because jack had always been sort of cold and distant with you. you decide to not bring it up but you start noticing him being a little more caring, as if he's taking you in as another younger sibling
part 1/? of domestic jeric
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