#i haven't gotten any comments on my last two fics

[annewritesfic]

hello!! i don’t have anything new to share, but i just wanted to make a post of some of my favorite fics (all watt) i’ve written that i think deserve some attention!!

you’ll never be alone with me - kate thinks about riley trying to kill her and then there’s the start of some kateva bonding

buffalord soldier - a race to the edge au where kate is infected with a deadly plague and eva, farrah, and clark have to find a dragon thought to be extinct to save her, with some kateva pining and eva and clark friendship

a team who’s got my back - finale squad fluff from reese’s pov

rabbits all the way down - evolution of kate and annleigh’s enemies-to-friends arc

#we are the tigers #this is absolutely me heavily suggesting that people give me comments #i haven't gotten any comments on my last two fics #and i'm not gonna lie #it's really discouraging! #i know the watt fandom is pretty empty #but if i can get a few kudos #i'd really really love to get a few comments too #seriously people!!!! tell your favorite fic authors how much you love their work!!!! #when someone comments on one of my fics it makes my DAY

[ellemj]

Needs & Wants - Sex Pollen Trope Pt. 2

Bucky Barnes x Reader

**If you haven't read Pt. 1 yet, READ IT FIRST.**

Summary: You fight the effects of the chemical compound for as long as you can, until Bucky makes you an offer that your body can't seem to refuse. But, you each have a rule that the other has to follow.

Warnings: this one is a huge fucking tease, I'm so sorry (I won't be sorry when I release part 3 tonight), masturbation, talk of unprotected sex, profanity, use of y/n, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!

Feel free to comment and let me know if this requires more warnings.

Word Count: 4k (I just couldn't stop the build up)

Author's Note: I cannot believe the overwhelming response on part one of this, I was just in a silly goofy mood and decided to finally use my Tumblr for something other than reading y'alls AMAZING fics every night before bed. I didn't expect anyone to really even see it. My heart is racing as I get ready to post this rn lmao. PLEASEEE tell me what your fav part of this one is, I have to know. Part 3 will be out tonight, I can't make you guys wait too much.

            Bucky’s resolve has been steadily crumbling for the past hour, and truthfully, he’s barely placing any blame on the chemical compound that’s interacting with the serum coursing through his veins. He’s placing the blame on you and the needy, whimpering noises that you’ve been making for the last forty-five minutes. After the video conference with Bruce and Tony ended, you were quick to lock yourself in one of the bedrooms of the safe house. You didn’t even say another word to Bucky, you just stood up from the couch with one hand clutched over your stomach, and hurried off down the hall. He wanted to say something to you, but what the hell was he supposed to say? I’m sorry that we’re in this situation? That wouldn’t help a damn thing. You’re in it and there’s nothing either one of you can do except pray that you’ll have enough self-control to make it through the night with your doors still locked.

            Bucky sat on the couch for a few minutes after you left, replaying Tony’s last warning to you in his head. You won’t feel relief until your body thinks it has a chance of reproducing, until semen is introduced into your system. It made him feel like shit. He can find relief on his own, he can take care of himself tonight, but you? You’ll suffer for a minimum of eight hours, possibly nearing death, alone behind a locked door. It’s not that he thinks you can’t handle yourself. He’s perfectly aware of how capable you are at handling practically anything. He’s been your partner in the field for two months now and he’s never once had a doubt about your skills, your ability to tolerate pain, or even the split-second decisions you have to make sometimes during missions. You might give each other shit the majority of the time that you’re working together, but when it comes down to it, you trust each other with no reservations. So, why then, does he find himself so fucking worried about you?

            He’s been locked in the bedroom across the hall from yours for the past hour now. He thought maybe things wouldn’t be so bad when he heard you tucking yourself away into bed, when he heard you go still and silent for a few minutes. It was smart of you, trying to sleep as much as you could before the chemical fully set in and began to wreak havoc within your body. But after only fifteen minutes, he heard the faintest sound carrying across the hall. He wasn’t sure what it was at first, thinking maybe you’d gotten up to use the bathroom and it was the creak of a floorboard or maybe a door hinge. It was wishful thinking. The second time he heard it, he was sure. You were whimpering in your sleep. For a few moments, he was able to deceive himself into thinking it was whimpers of pain, maybe from your stomach aching in your sleep. When you grew louder, the sounds of your soft, breathy moans mixing with the sound of the sheets rustling as you tossed and turned restlessly, that’s when his resolve began to break apart piece by piece. He sits on the side of his bed in total darkness. His shirt and tactical pants are strewn across the floor where he previously discarded them when the heat emanating from his body became too much to bear. His hands grip the edge of the mattress with enough force to break through the layers of fabric there, but he fears that if he lets go, the next thing his hands will grip will be either his cock or the two door knobs separating you both. Focusing on your suffering is keeping him from feeling his own pain, but the noises you’re making are making it significantly harder for him to ignore the needs that are bubbling to the surface within him. Shit. How the fuck did he end up in this situation with you?

            You awake suddenly, drenched in sweat, your sweats especially making you feel like damp towels are wrapped around your legs. You waste no time throwing the covers back and ripping your sweats off, tossing them onto the floor and moving your hair to lay it across your pillow so it’s not sticking to your neck. Fuck HYDRA. Fuck Zemo for killing Dr. Nagel. Obviously, you wouldn’t have wanted him running around recreating the super soldier serum either, but if he was still alive maybe you wouldn’t be lying here in this state. You take a deep breath in, counting to three in your head as you breathe it back out. Focusing in on your symptoms, you try to make a mental list. You think that maybe if you can remind yourself of the science behind the symptoms, you won’t become an irrationally horny mess, you can just reason your way out of the most intense arousal you’ve ever felt in your life. Sweating, tachycardia, abdominal cramping, bone pain…you stupidly let your right hand slide down between your legs. Your fingertips briefly grace the exterior fabric of your black boyshort panties, feeling how wet they are adds another symptom to the mental list, not that you needed to feel it to know. Arousal.

            You lean over to the bedside table and feel around blindly for your phone. The screen illuminates and you see that it’s only 10 pm. You’ve only been sleeping for an hour. The chemical compound isn’t even at its peak activity level yet and you’re already beginning to feel a type of desperation that you haven’t felt before. You need relief. Tony’s words swirl around in your mind, making you feel lightheaded and making you want to hunt him down and make him take the words back by force, like that would change the reality of the situation you’re currently in. You won’t feel relief until your body thinks it has a chance of reproducing, until semen is introduced into your system.

            You could try finding relief on your own. Tony isn’t lord over all things scientific. When has he ever dealt with a compound like this before? Never. He doesn’t know shit. You’re trying so hard to convince yourself that he could be wrong. Sitting up in bed, you reach over and flip on the lamp that sits on the bedside table, casting a pale glow across the room. You will yourself to think clearly, to make a plan and implement it. You can fight this. You need something that’ll take down your body temperature, slow your heart rate, and ease some of the pain you’re feeling everywhere. A cold shower.

            Bucky listens intently as you open your door and your feet patter softly down the hall. He listens as you shut and lock the bathroom door behind you and then as you turn on the shower. He mentally curses his heightened sense of hearing when he hears the tussle of your clothes hitting the floor. He’s been ignoring his hardening cock as it grows beneath the black fabric of his boxers. He’s been ignoring it because he feared if he tried to relieve himself, you’d likely hear him across the hall and he’d never let himself live it down. He can’t be the first one to break. But maybe, with you being in the shower, you wouldn’t be able to hear anything coming from his room. Why the hell are you even in the shower? He imagines the pain you’re in would make it hard for you to stand in there for very long, and it’s not like a shower is going to give you much relief at all. He can’t wonder for more than a quick moment, before the chemical begins to really cloud his mind, his clear thoughts becoming hazy behind thoughts of chasing relief. Fuck it. You won’t hear a damn thing.

            Bucky sighs deeply as his lays back on the bed, still in darkness, pushing his boxers down a few inches and freeing his hard length. His flesh hand quickly wraps around it, giving it a slow stroke from base to tip, pre-cum quickly coating his fingers.

            “Oh, fuck.” He groans lowly. It’s never felt like this before. It’s as if every nerve in his body has shifted, has traveled down to embed in his cock. His head falls back into his pillow, his eyes squeezing shut at the sensation of his shaft finally being handled. He works his fist up and down, picking up speed and reveling in the feeling of temporary relief. As he strokes his cock, he feels the pain throughout his body slowly dissipating, easing up but not fully disappearing. Before he can stop himself, he’s picturing exactly what you’d look like right now. Your perfectly toned body standing under a stream of water, your hands running down your smooth skin, your eyes closed as you let the shower wash away your discomfort. He feels guilty. Truly, he does. But it's as if he has no control over his thoughts when his hand is on his cock and his veins are corrupted with a potent chemical from hell. Especially not when you’re naked a mere ten feet down the hall. As Bucky nears his climax, his balls tightening and his cock twitching in his hand, a loud crash resounds throughout the house and he’s brought back to reality. He’s on his feet, his boner tucked reluctantly away in his boxers, and his bedroom door flying open in less than two seconds, fearing the worst. He thinks you must’ve passed out from the effects of the chemical, fallen in the shower, maybe split your head open. When he reaches for the bathroom door knob and finds it locked, he’s giving no second thought to breaking the door down. Hell, he decided he was going to break it down before he ever left his room. He takes one step back, ready to use his leg to kick through it, when he hears the shower water cut off and the curtain pull back.

            “Y/n?” His voice is laced with concern and it takes you by surprise. You’d only been standing in the ice-cold shower for two minutes when you realized it wasn’t going to do shit for you. You aren’t usually one to lose your temper, but feeling so hopeless and helpless, your only plan failing to provide you with any relief, you ended up slamming your fist into the tiled shower wall out of pure frustration. You didn’t do it hard enough to really hurt yourself, but apparently hard enough to alarm Bucky.

            “You’re supposed to be locked in your room.” You call out, your voice coming out a little timid and quieter than you intended. Wrapping a towel around yourself, you step out of the shower and examine yourself in front of the bathroom mirror. Your cheeks are still flushed, your pupils are dilated so much that you’re surprised the lights aren’t hurting your eyes yet, and your rapid pulse is nearly visible in your neck. You let your hair down from the bun you threw it up into for the shower and then pull on the same shirt and damp panties you had on moments earlier.

            “I thought you fell.” Bucky says quietly, barely above a whisper. You can tell he’s standing close to the door. You’ve never heard him speak so softly. You freeze, your hands clutching the edge of the bathroom sink as your body responds to his voice, against your rational mind’s will. You feel a familiar heat gathering between your legs and you squeeze your thighs together. He needs to go back to his room. Now.

            “Bucky, go back to bed.” Your voice is firm, without a single hint of hesitation. Bucky knows that he should heed the warning. He knows he should turn around right now and go back and lock his door. Instead, he stands there in the hallway with his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers and a conflicted expression on his face. You said earlier that your only option was to lock yourselves in your respective rooms and ride it out until morning. Was that really the only option though? He could easily think of a few more options, though admittedly, he might not be thinking with his brain anymore.

            “You have to go back to your room before I come out.” You’re starting to sound like you’re pleading with him. As much as you want to act strong and like you have all of the self-control in the world right now, you’re worried that if you step out into the hall and see him, you won’t be able to stop yourself from reaching out for him. You want to feel his skin beneath your hands as you run your palms from his shoulders, down his chest, straight to the waistband of whatever the hell he’s wearing right now. You want to have him completely bare in front of you, with nothing stopping you from dragging him straight to your bed to find the relief that you both so desperately crave right now. A sharp pang in your lower stomach causes you to let out a soft groan, and the sudden inhale you hear from Bucky through the door doesn’t go unnoticed.

            “Not until I see that you’re okay.” Bucky says, still worried that you fell in the shower or hurt yourself somehow. Not wanting to waste any more time letting the chemical stew in your reproductive system, you flip the bathroom light off so you’re thrown into darkness, before unlocking the bathroom door and pulling it open slowly. You can just barely make out his form in the dark hallway, the curve of his broad shoulders, the glint of the black and gold vibranium making up his left arm, and fuck…the ripples down his abdomen. You’ve always thought he was frustratingly attractive, but now? Just looking at him has you insatiable. You realize quickly that he’s not wearing anything except a pair of black boxers and his dog tags. He’s really not making this easy on you. Your eyes flutter closed and you sigh, telling yourself to suck it up and walk past him. Just walk past him. But now you what he looks like with nearly no clothes on, and he’s so close to you. So. Damn. Close. A foot away from you, to be exact.

            “I’m fine, just go back to bed.” You whisper. You don’t trust yourself to speak any louder, worried that raising your voice might awake something much more primal within yourself.

            “Look at me.” He says, matching your whisper volume. Shit. Shit, shit. Shit. No.

            “Don’t—” You’re cut off by the feel of his cool vibranium fingers wrapping around your right hand, lifting it so he can see it better. You suck in a harsh breath at the contact. It shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does, it’s not even what you need. You need skin. You need him against you. But something about the cool metal contrasting against the warmth of your heated hand feels electrifying.

            “Did you punch the wall?” He questions, examining your reddened knuckles with narrowed eyes. Your eyes remain closed as you nod your head, and he takes the moment to scan his eyes down your body. Your t-shirt skims along the tops of your thighs and he knows if you turned around, it wouldn’t even fully cover the curve of your ass. Fuck, he wants you to turn around. He drops your hand as quickly as he first grabbed it, letting it fall back to your side as he begins running his flesh hand through his disheveled hair.

            “On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it?” Bucky has to know. He knows how high your pain tolerance is, he knows how good you are at putting on a brave face in the worst situations. He has to know how much you’re really suffering right now before he makes an offer that he can’t take back.

            “Four.” You fib, pressing your lips together and daring to open your eyes and look back at him. Your eyes have adjusted to the dark a little more and you can see the sweat glistening across his chest, his quick breaths drawing your attention straight to his pecs.

            “Don’t lie to me.” His gaze hardens. He hates that you’d try to lie to him. Do you really not trust him enough to just be open with him? Jesus, he’s standing in front of you in his fucking boxers with a hard-on that you haven’t even noticed yet and somehow you feel the need to keep things from him, like he isn’t just as vulnerable as you are right now.

            “Seven.” You admit truthfully. The pain in your stomach has intensified, and all you want to do is curl into a ball right there on the floor. You feel like you’ve been doused in gasoline and lit on fire, you feel like someone attempted to extinguish that fire with a gallon of hot sauce, and then ran you over with a semi-truck. You reach out for the door frame with your right hand, using it for balance as your legs begin to feel weaker.

            “Y/n-” Bucky starts, ready to make you an offer, but you don’t let him continue. He knows it’s crossing a line. He’s fully aware that if he offers and you say no, things could just get weird between the two of you. He’s even more aware that if he offers and you say yes, it could effectively end your working relationship. But he can’t stand to see you like this. You might give each other shit more often than you’re civil with each other, but something about you being in pain has always sat wrong with him. He worries more about you in the field than he worries about himself.

            “Don’t say my name, just…” You cut him off, but your voice trails off as your eyes wander down to the front of his boxers, finally noticing the way he’s straining against the fabric, his tip resting just barely under the waistband. “If you keep standing here, if you keep saying things to me, I’m not going to be able to go back to my room. I need you to walk away before I lose the power to let you.” Your warning should be clear as day now. He needs to leave you alone.

            “No.” His refusal hits a nerve, angering you more than you would’ve thought possible. You feel a rush of adrenaline surge through you as you lose control of your actions. You place your hands against his chest, shoving him back, hard. He barely moves, which just further enrages you. “Y/n, we can fix this. I can fix this for you.” His offer is out in the open now. He holds his breath as you freeze in front of him, your hands falling away from his chest and your eyes squeezing shut in contemplation.

            “Do you even realize what you’re offering?” Your question hangs in the air between the two of you, and the tension in the hallway makes it feel as though lightning is about to strike the tiny cobblestone house that you stand in. You wish lightning would strike. When you open your eyes this time, the look in Bucky’s eye has changed. There’s something in place of his usual hard gaze, something that nearly draws you in.

            “Yes.” He’s offering to fuck you. He’s offering to give you the relief that you so badly need, the relief that can only be found when he finishes inside you. You’re hallucinating. That’s what this is. Because there is no fucking way that he’s standing in front of you right now, the six-foot tall super soldier who you can barely get along with outside of mandatory missions, offering to fuck you raw. “I know what I’m offering.” You only take a moment to weigh your options. Go back to your room, lock the door, and suffer for the next 7-10 hours or have sex with him and hope that it doesn’t ruin your entire life. Why would it ruin your life? Because he’s the only partner that you’ve trusted enough to work with since Nat passed, and there’s no way that things can just be fine and normal after you’ve seen each other naked. Things would get awkward, it’d be hard to look at each other, hard to see each other as professionals anymore. And your work, your job, is your life. Outside of this you have nothing. No family, not a single friend that isn't connected to this damn line of work, not a damn thing to turn to when this inevitably goes to shit.

            “Stop overthinking it.” Bucky’s voice breaks you out of your whirlwind of thoughts. Against your better judgement, you make eye contact with him and the way he’s looking at you gives you butterflies. Butterflies? Who the fuck are you right now? “Close your eyes.” His voice is low, making the butterflies in your stomach explode and spread outward until it feels like your skin is tingling. You don’t know why you do as he says, but your eyes close and you stand there with bated breath as the floorboards creak. He’s stepping closer to you, stopping when you feel his breath fanning across your face. He trails his flesh fingertips from the back of your left hand and up your arm slowly, drawing goosebumps to the surface of your overheated skin but leaving some kind of calmness behind. You relish the way your left arm becomes the only part of your body that isn’t in pain, the only part that he’s touching.

            “Okay…” Your voice is raspy as you cave to his touch. “But I have a rule.” He pulls his hand away and you wince as the pain quickly returns to the bones deep within your arm. He raises an eyebrow at you as he waits for you to continue. “You can’t kiss my lips.”

            Bucky hesitates for a second, caught off guard by your insane rule. No kissing? During sex? Do you hate him that much? Fuck, he shouldn’t have offered to do this in the first place. It’s obvious that you really don’t want this, and he won’t be able to get off knowing that.

            “Who’s overthinking now?” You laugh out, brushing past him and heading straight for your bedroom door. You took his hesitation as a rejection of your rule, and if he rejects your rule then you’re not doing this. If he kisses you, you’re scared you’re going to feel something. You can have sex and find absolutely zero meaning in it, that’s not that hard. It’s just a physical act. But kissing? Kissing makes it too intimate, too much of a real connection. You won’t give that away so easily. Just as you’re nearing the door, you feel Bucky’s hand wrap tightly around your wrist and pull you back, spinning you around so you’re facing him. In less than a second, he’s walking you backwards until your ass hits the wall and your hand is pinned above your head, with his body pressed firmly against yours. His nose brushes over the tip of yours and you shudder at the feeling of his skin, his body giving off so much heat that you’re regretting having put your shirt back on earlier.

            “Fine, I won’t kiss you.” He rasps. His vibranium hand is gripping your hip, holding you solidly against the wall as he moves to run his lips along your jawline. He doesn’t kiss your skin, he simply lets his lips ghost over it, making you tilt your head to the side in anticipation. “I have one rule of my own.”

            “What’s that?” Your voice sounds a lot more confident than you expected it to, like you’re not fighting to hold yourself together inside. He nips at your earlobe softly and you feel the tip of his tongue against it so lightly that you’re not sure if you imagined it or not.

            “You’re going to wear these while I fuck you.” He guides your right hand up over the perfect ridges of his abs, across his chest, and straight to the dog tags that hang around his neck.

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[shuaflix]

driving lessons for dummies (preview)

PAIRING ▸ kwon soonyoung x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ fluff, humor (i am bringing back romcoms), smut, strangers to lovers au, college au (WHO GUESSED IT)

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, so much pining, mc has the worst luck imaginable, soonyoung is down horrendous, he is also an olivia rodrigo stan, there is a minor car crash, there is also a very minor description of blood, almost car sex at some point, probably sex that is not in a motor vehicle at some other point if plot allows, pet names (but not in the sexy genre sorry), friend group shenanigans (ft. mingyu, seungcheol, jihoon, junhui) bc im a my little pony friendship is magic type bitch, and other warnings tba bc i haven't finished writing

SUMMARY ▸ you've finally passed your written test and gotten your permit after six failed attempts. eager to get your license while attempting to avoid overpriced driving lessons, you enlist the help of kwon soonyoung, who only requires a STIIZY pod as payment.

RELEASE DATE ▸ out now!

WORD COUNT ▸ around 12k (hopefully......)

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ i was actually very on the fence about who this fic should be for at first, but...... it was destined to be for hoshi :') also this preview is kinda short because there's so much i don't want to spoil! anywho send an ask or comment to be added to the tag list !! ♡

KWON SOONYOUNG.

Junhui sent you his number after he dropped you off at your apartment. Apparently, Soonyoung was one of his good friends, who also happened to have a side gig where he gave out driving lessons at a discounted price. Of course, the downside was that Soonyoung wasn’t exactly certified to teach people how to drive, but he was allegedly a good driver.

His lessons were normally for high schoolers, and he charged their parents around a hundred. For adults over the age of 21, though, he had a special offer that you couldn’t resist. 

You texted him to ask if he had any open spots for you. He took a few days to reply, but you eventually got a two-hour slot for the next week. You weren’t sure how effective his lessons would be, but you figured you would give it a shot since he was your age and giving out classes for cheap. 

When the day of your lessons rolled around, you were slightly anxious while you were waiting for him to arrive. You needed Junhui to reassure you for hours last night, promising that no, Soonyoung was not going to kidnap and murder you. He was a student at your university, actually, and he was a public health major who never had a murderous thought in his life.

soonyoung (driving instructor): i’m outside your house 

Okay, if he wasn’t a murderer, then the least he could do was not text you like one.  

After replying with an omw that autocorrected to On my way! and left you feeling very distressed that your communication sounded overly-enthusiastic, you worked up the courage to walk outside to his Honda Accord. 

“Hi,” you greeted shyly when you opened the door. “You’re Soonyoung, right?” 

Honestly, you didn’t care if he was Soonyoung or not. The man sitting in the driver’s seat was probably one of the most attractive people you had ever laid eyes on. Even if he wasn’t Kwon Soonyoung, you would happily let him kidnap you. Maybe you’d even blush a little because he picked you of all people to kidnap. 

He turned to look at you, seeming a little surprised that you opened the door but smiling nevertheless. “Yeah, that’s me. You’re Y/N?” 

When you nodded, he got out of the driver’s seat and motioned for you to take it. You skirted around the car to sit inside while Soonyoung took the passenger’s seat. 

You also got a glance of his off-brand, beige Fear of God Essentials sweater that read M.I.L.F. Hunter instead. Classy. 

“So, you came to me because you didn’t wanna give up your semester’s worth of college tuition for driving lessons,” Soonyoung said with an overwhelming air of confidence. 

“Yeah, pretty much.” You huffed. “Here, I heard this was your payment.”

You handed him a paper bag, not bothering to take out the receipt from the dispensary. Inside was the King Louis XIII STIIZY pod. One gram. 

“Ah, good. You know your stuff.”

Soonyoung hummed as he examined the box, and you were just wondering when he would get to business and start showing you the controls in his car. You were slightly overwhelmed by his impressively relaxed demeanor. Maybe it would have been better if you settled for an uptight woman in her sixties. Pretty boys were always trouble. 

“You made the right choice coming to me. I’m a much better driver than those hags from the driving schools around here,” he continued. It was like he could read your mind; it was almost terrifying. “Plus, way less likely that I’ll get a heart attack in the passenger’s seat.” 

He was a total weirdo, but he was hot, so you supposed it canceled out in some obscure, mathematical sense. 

"That’s… good to hear, I think,” you replied. “So, are you, like, good at this?”

“Are you kidding? I’m basically the Lebron of driving.”

“I see.” You nodded along, unsure. “I don’t watch football, so…” 

“He plays basketball, but close enough.”

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[crimeronan]

On the topic of How Do You Handle XYZ Comment, I've always wondered how you handle terrible responses on your toh takes. Like I know the toh fandom doesn't lack piss on the poor reading comprehension and they also really enjoy wildly out of touch takes, but I've never seen any comments on your princess luz stuff of that nature. I'm sure they must be there but maybe I'm too early? But anyway, how do you tend to deal with the "acktually shipping luz and Hunter is incest" and the "ur not a real lesbian because putting amity in a poly ship is lesbian erasure" and the "as a white person kinda sus you make the poc woman an empress" kind of responses? Ones that are technically not hate and maybe if you squint could be from people who aren't inherently trying to do bad but just lack the maturity needed to engage with the internet at large?

this ask made me giggle. honestly, i haven't received as much pushback as you might expect! way less pushback than i expected. in the princess AU, i've gotten a LOT more "this is actually too grotesque for me to stomach" comments than "this is problematic" comments, which is fine. horror-thriller isn't for everyone, those comments do not upset me.

i have had a Few run-ins with bad faith people, whom i mostly block. there's one prolific commenter in toh tumblr fandom who would repeatedly write angry essays on my humor meta posts -- essays that were all about how belos is too evil to be sympathetic and/or about how hunter is a soft gentle boy who shouldn't be jokingly referred to as evil. then they'd go "i can't help my active and conscious decision to type a bunch of rude fucking words and then my active and conscious decision to send those rude fucking words because i'm autistic :(((" around the fourth or fifth time this happened, i was fucking done with that nonsense and finally blocked them. shoulda done it after the first comment tbh!! no more autism exceptions.

as for the rest of it, my main management strategy is to simply.... preempt the bad faith comments?

i had a LOT more unpleasant and conflict-filled fandom experiences when i was in the raven cycle fandom. that was my first exposure to "you can't ship multi-gender polycules if anyone involved is gay" and "queerplatonic het relationships are just heteronormativity shipping that you're trying to get away with." having dealt with those takes before, i've found a few different ways to disarm bad faith readers before they get started.

first is to be super open and honest about my interests. i talk about what i find compelling in different relationships All The Damn Time. it's really hard for anyone to accuse me of only wanting hunter to fuck amity if they've seen, like.... anything i've said about hunter and amity.

same with hunter and luz. the only negative reactions i've really gotten to how they're written in the princess AU is like.... two people being squicked by camila thinking they're romantically involved. i REALLY expected more pushback on the touchyfeely bed sharing stuff, but from what i remember, there's never been Any....? not even from people who consider them siblings.

i expected a lot of pushback on how mean hunter and amity are to each other, since it's taken So much farther than the canon. but it turns out that there's a very large overlap between people who like dark horror AUs and people who like hunter and amity murdering each other. (in a fluffy fic i don't think this characterization would fly Nearly as easily.)

i find that being funny really disarms people, too. when you look at any of my toh meta posts that could be controversial, they're basically all funny. people are a lot more willing to listen to what you have to say if you make them laugh, and it's harder for them to get angry at you.

and then the last thing is that i think i'm in sort of a privileged position in toh fandom. i've written a lot of controversial subjects and relationships and characterizations.... but i've also written some WILDLY popular mainstream fic. and people who like the mainstream fic don't really want to beef with me about differing niche opinions, bc there's a level of respect there. which they might not have for a writer they don't like.

but anyway. when things Do happen, i almost always just block and move on. there are so many people here who get what i'm talking about that there's no need for me to try to convert people who don't, you know??

#also the 'making a character of color an empress is problematic' thing made me laugh aloud #as for THAT... i don't think i've ever been accused of racism in how i write luz (or camila or raine or darius or hennessy for that matter) #i'm obviously imperfect and have blind spots as a white writer. but i also like to think i do my due diligence #at the Very Least i have Black and latine friends willing to sensitivity read for me & i've gone to native spanish speakers for camila's #dialogue. etc. if anyone has a take that's THAT bad faith about how i write women of color i'm just gonna uh..... #assume that what they really mean is that they want me to write white boys exclusively. #and well. i will not be doing that! #replies #toh #princess luz au #long post #if there are typos in this i apologize. i was out again all day and i am Le Tired

[meraki-yao]

I wanted to get your point of view on an issue. I've just been reading you, but your answers are always precise and intelligent, so I'll proceed! I'm not someone who likes to compare different works, or who gets stuck in one thing while denying the rest or what a biased part... but let's face it: the TIOY will probably only be saved due to Nicholas' singing performances. The plot is really obvious and banal (and I won't go into comparisons with Harry Styles because it's a real minefield) and honestly I haven't even seen this incredible chemistry with Anne (which was missing from the RWRB trailer immediately outside). I'll get to the point: I noticed that the two times Nicholas talked about the

project (the last one just the other evening) he seemed not totally at ease, contracted, not enthusiastic in short. The narrative of calling on his co-star Annie to show off the chemistry (I remember he didn't answer the famous question promptly, but said "I should probably say her") is obviously a PR move so I expect them to try to make pass it all off as something it isn't. So I think he is aware of the mediocrity of the product. I also found him cold for M&G but in that case it was clear that the matter had involved him anyway. I won't say anything about rwrb because his eyes speak for themselves. What do you think of all this? Thanks for the reply ❤️

Firstly thank you for the compliment, that's very kind of you 💕

I don't think it would be fair to judge TIOY so soon since the trailer's barely been out for a week, but I will say my own opinion on the project first:

I haven't read the book, frankly I don't have access to it, but while I don't hold any really negative thoughts regarding the premise, it isn't ... that exciting to me? Like it sounds fun, but I've read a fair amount of fics across fandoms with the same/similar premise. Plus from my Chinese celebrity experience, it kind of feels like it's feeding into the "dreamgirl" mindset which I feel iffy about

I also don't see the "incredibly chemistry"with Anne, it's better than what I saw in Cinderella with Camila (that was really freaking felt like besties) and it's there, but it's not what I felt with rwrb (then again I'm not sure how objective I am) but then again, we only have the trailer, so we'll have to wait and see to make a fair judgement

I actually got an ask about Nick answering the chemistry question that I haven't gotten around answering (I've gotten a lot, and I mean a lot of asks these couple of days and I'm also a full time student 😅) so I'll probably answer this point in more detail in that ask, but basically while I don't know it's a complete lie and he did have some genuine connection with Anne, it might be slightly exaggerated because of promo/PR reasons.

Forgive me, but I don't really look too much into how they talk about their work unless it's blatantly obvious, so I won't comment on what you said about him being tenser.

As for M&G:

I don't think Nick's acting cold when it comes to M&G, but also please keep in mind that M&G is something VASTLY different to any of his previous projects.

I actually have thoughts on what M&G means to Nick: it was a really, really hard job, arguably his hardest to date, but he's happy with what came out and has a sense of satisfaction from the work done: Nick often describes the process of shooting M&G as "gruelling", and he got hurt a lot, A LOT on that set. Also a lot was demanded from him in that role: (mild spoilers for M&G till *) a complex character who's recognizable from who he was in the first episode, sleeping with a lot of people, fencing, dancing, speaking French, horse riding, falling off a horse and deliberately running into a tree, filming in a flaming forest, etc. It was a lot, and a job like this doesn't come with entirely happy memories. Like I do believe the cast and crew were great, and Nick made really good friends, but just what entailed definitely took a lot out of him. So I think he's happy with the final product, but if you have him summarize the project, I think he'd say something along "learned a lot", "fulfilling" rather than something like "a joy", what he used for rwrb. So Nick might have a little more complicated feelings towards M&G, but I really don't think it's entirely negative.

But rwrb is something entirely different. It arguably gained the most traction and caused one of the biggest positive changes in his career, and there's also a bunch of personal, private connections and emotions there that we don't know about. So while M&G is a roller coaster, RWRB is a mostly happy experience.

Althought disclaimer, all of the above if my observation from what Nick has said, posted or done, and my own understanding of it. I do not or cannot actually speak for Nick.

I hope this helps? I think I might have gone off a tangent (I'm answering this while taking notes in a law lecture, fuck yeah multitasking 😅) so let me know if I missed something

#anon ask #answered #nicholas galitzine #rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #the idea of you #mary and george

[trulybetty]

Sunday | Week In Review I

So in order to try and be consistent with this, I’ve kept a running Notes page open to keep track of my week.

As I mentioned last week, I don’t expect this every week, I am me. But I am going to keep trying to make an effort to support my fellow creators.

If there’s something you’ve enjoyed this week, please feel to reblog this and tag me so I can check it out and share 💙

Also, not that I feel it needs to be said, but this is a reflection of what I have personally read and enjoyed.

B x

Truly Betty Updates This Week…

New York Part I (Marcus Pike x f!reader)

Fics I Enjoyed This Week…

Conversations with a Movie Star | Chapter 1 by @gnpwdrnwhiskey Even if you’re not a fan of Dieter Bravo, the dialogue in this alone is worth checking out this opening chapter for this new fic. Ava is an OFC down on her luck after being fired, from her families paper no less, and has stumbled across the Bravo Inn… I’ll let Lellen’s writing do the rest

Stripper Jack Trilogy | P. III by @psychedelic-ink The conclusion of maybe the definitive trilogy of trilogies? I don’t think anyone had Stripper Jack on their 2023 bingo cards, but he’s earned his space and I won’t have any arguments on it. 

Hungry Hearts | Chapter by @atinylittlepain Not many Joel AU’s I’ll jump into, but Bruce Springsteen and Joel Miller? Signed myself the fuck up for that as soon as it was announced. The unfolding of Joel and Cherry's relationship in the summer of '86 against them running back into one another 17 years later is such a great dynamic. 

Fall Apart Again | Chapter 1 + 2 by @wildemaven Heidi spoiled us this week, with not one, but TWO chapters of her new Joel fanfic. I don’t think I’ve gotten so emotional over an opening chapter to a fic before like I did with this one! Then the second chapter? Just bury me now… but actually don’t, I want to see the end of this fic first!

The Layover | Chapter 9 by @goodwithcheese How did Megan describe her fanfics? Hallmark movies with smut? She's not wrong. This whole series so far has been a rollercoaster of emotions and keeps delivering each week without fail. Not only are you rooting for Reader + Frankie, but Jules and Santiago anyone? Or maybe just Jules herself because she's just the boss.

Late Night Texts | Chapter 9 by @mvtthewmurdvck I think it's safe to say it's fanfics like Late Night Texts that have got me back in my rom-com/hopeless romantic era. I don't want to give too much away if you've not had the pleasure of reading this - but it has all the hallmarks of a good rom-com set on the backdrop of the early 2000s and with Javier Peña. If you're like me and still trying to make your way through Narcos or haven't watched it yet - please don't let it stop you, you won't be sorry!

A Little FaceTime by @stardustandskycrystals I’m still thinking about this fic days later and may have gone back to read it again. Trust me, just read this - you don’t need an explanation or reason, just read it. Even if Javi isn’t your jam (wasn’t on my list before, that’s all changed now) - it won’t disappoint!

Things I’m Looking Forward to Starting…

Decoherence by @prolix-yuy Westworld and Jack ‘Agent Whiskey’ Daniels crossover, yes, please! It is also reminding me that I never finished season one and should do something about it…

Pleased to Meet You by @intheorangebedroom This is a constant on my dash and on my TBR pile for a while with so many good comments - also getting into my Frankie era, so it’s perfect timing!

The Pilot & His Girl by @avastrasposts Been waiting to savour this one! So you’ve got the Last of Us and you’ve got Triple Frontier, two of my favourite things… what happens when you mush them together? You get a wild ride through the outbreak with Frankie & Reader - I cannot wait to get into this!

Visiting by @ladamedusoif This is another regular on my dash and on my TBR that I’m hoping to get stuck into this week. A college AU of Mr. Ben from the SNL sketch. Fully fleshed out and on the backdrop of New England, I’m ready to get swept away with this promise of a slow burn.

The House by @gemmahale A Jack Daniels x OFC (Best Friend) series coming soon focusing on a long-lost friendship, an inheritance, and Jack sounding like the scallion he is? Cannot wait.

Posts I Enjoyed This Week…

@rhoorl’s announcement of their Triple Frontier AU, Delta Landscaping with mood board and logo! The residents of Tumblr won’t know what’s hit the neighbourhood when they roll into town! 

Thanks to @gnpwdrnwhiskey I will never look at baby hippos without thinking of Dieter Bravo

Everyone’s participation in the WIP poll tag game, it was so fun to see my dash just filled with so many creative people and so many amazing ideas! It was a neat peek into everyone’s draft folders!

Things I’ve Enjoyed This Week…

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse - FINALLY got to see it this week, and it did not disappoint. Have not stopped thinking about it since!

My rom-com era has returned, and I’m deep into embracing my forgotten love of a good rom-com. So far this week it’s been The Lake House, You’ve Got Mail & Always Be My Baby. Also it gave way to a Keanu Reeves appreciation post, come share your favourite Keanu!

This Week’s Song… Went waaaayyyy back for this one, an amazing album too - the Sterephonics are one of my favourite bands of all time 🩶

Hope everyone has a great Sunday & here's to a new week!

Please feel free to share your own favourites from the week or what you're looking forward to this week - not a tag game, so no pressure for you to share if you're not feeling it ❤️ xx

#betty's sunday in review #not sold on the name #but I have a touch of sun stroke #so this is as imaginative as we're getting right now #Spotify

[cacodaemonia]

20 questions for fic writers

Thanks for the tag, @flowerparrish! :D

How many works do you have on ao3? 213, but somewhere between like 85 and 100 of those are just images.

What’s your total ao3 word count? 1,049,952

What fandoms do you write for? Clone Wars

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Many of the top works are art-only, but if I sort through, looks like most of the fics are those that I have never reread or re-edited, so 😬

That’s Not How It Happened (This Is How It Happened) - My first fic, which I have re-edited since first posting it. Chip arc fix-it

Orbital Decay - Haven't touched this since I posted it. Codywan

Modulation - Also don't think I've re-edited this at all. Echo/Fives

Will You Walk With Me? - The only one of the top five that I care much about XD; Waxer and Boil (platonic or pre-relationship)

Kintsugi - Not re-edited. Codywan

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes! I love replying to comments with my usual unhinged yammering :D

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending You're Just Harder to See Than Most, but it's part of a larger series where the sad stuff in this gets better. As a stand-alone, though, it's very angsty 🙈

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Hah, so many XD Maybe Count Every Beautiful Thing?

Do you get hate on fics? No, I've only gotten it for art, and thankfully AO3 isn't infested with pearl-clutching busybodies like Tumblr is, so I've only had one (honestly hilarious) hate comment there. It was on like the 6th chapter of a a very clearly tagged sketch dump in which several of the previous chapters were fairly explicit smut. And then on that last chapter, the person was like "Ew, they're brothers! This is disgusting." Hah, okay pal, seems like you were really enjoying it if you got to chapter 6. 🤣

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Sure do! Uh, a variety, I guess, though I suppose I haven't written anything that would be considered heavy kink?

Do you write crossovers? Nope

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of, but I've had TONS of art stolen.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes!

What’s your all-time favorite ship? This is very hard to answer because I tend to latch onto ships for many years at a time. But no other characters before the clones ever inspired me to write fics, so I'll go with Waxer/Boil 🧡

What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? I have an AU fic where the war ends shortly after Geonosis that I really want to write but can't make the brain go very well on it, for some reason. I have pages and pages of notes, some sketches, and like a chapter and a half drafted, but I keep getting stuck. I wouldn't say that I doubt I'll ever finish it, though. I probably just have to shake things around to knock loose whatever is gunked up.

What are your writing strengths? Maybe natural dialogue?

What are your writing weaknesses? I want to describe all the things. I want to put what I see in my head into your eyeballs. But I also tend to over-describe like, logistic-type stuff, I think—stuff that no one but me cares about XD

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Like a real language or a conlang? I don't know any of either well enough to include much of them in my fics, but when I use a bit of Ryl (which I've largely made up), I really limit it because I get annoyed when there's a ton of conlang in fics I'm trying to read. Scrolling to the end notes constantly is not very fun.

First fandom you wrote for? Clone Wars

Favorite fic you’ve written? Hmm, well I have a soft spot for Will You Walk With Me? but I think my two objectively best fics are My Heart's Red Muscle (78K Waxer/Boil cyborg AU) and We Could Breathe Underwater (5K Force-sensitive Waxer/Boil).

That was fun!

No-pressure tags: @lizardberries @elismor @valkeakuulas @blackkatmagic @amukmuk

And because I always long for a blank version of these tag things to copy/paste, just the questions below the cut:

How many works do you have on ao3?

What’s your total ao3 word count?

What fandoms do you write for?

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending

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

Do you get hate on fics?

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Do you write crossovers?

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

What are your writing strengths?

What are your writing weaknesses?

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

First fandom you wrote for?

Favorite fic you’ve written?

#tag game #20 questions #fic writer tag game

[the-ravening]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @zsparz and @six-demon-bag for tagging me! ❤️

1. How many works do you have on ao3? Only 12, because I am a baby writer.

2. What's your total ao3 word count? 86k

3. What fandoms do you write for? Winterbaron, or more accurately, Zemo/everyone

4. Top five fics by kudos: Let's do a top 3, since top 5 would just be like half my fics.

Something Sweet to Eat (142 kudos) Extremely underage Halloween fic, bunny boy Zemo shows up trick or treating at Bucky's house Adopt, Don’t Shop (123 kudos) Omegaverse, bratty teen Zemo is for sale at an Omega kennel and Alpha Bucky goes shopping Gift-Wrapped (113 kudos) This was the first fic I ever posted (just a few years ago) and I'm still pretty proud of it. Just a silly Winterbaron rimming PWP, but it's hot

5. Do you respond to comments? I try to, I always mean to, but I think I'm a bit behind right now. I know there are some amazing comments on Home to Me from last year that I still haven't replied to and I feel bad about it all the time.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably Under Lock and Key (what a mess we’ve made), the Heinrich/Helmut Zemo dadcest fic I wrote for @ex0rin where I followed her hurt/no comfort philosophy of leaving him on the floor crying.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I don't know if I really do happy endings? I have PWPs where the happy ending is they both come, if that counts. 😅 Let's say... Ink Kissed (with violent precision) where tattoo artist Bucky gives his client Zemo a dick tattoo, and Zemo ends up quite happy with the tattoo as well as the rest of the service.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I've only gotten one or two of the world's mildest hate comments. I guess my ships are sufficiently niche that no one cares about them.

9. Do you write smut? Yeah! Do I write anything other than smut? No.

10. Craziest crossover: I've only written one crossover, A Suitable Course of Treatment, Bucky Barnes/Laszlo Kreizler from The Alienist, which isn't crazy at all because as we all know, Laszlo has Zemo's face. (If it counts, I once started a Dir en grey x Sailormoon fic where the band members magically turned into Sailor Scouts, but I did not ever get far on it.)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, the aforementioned Adopt, Don’t Shop was co-written with @violenciorp and @tales-from-a-maphia-don, because Vio lovingly bullied us into it, despite me and Mel ostensibly not being into Omegaverse.

14. All time favorite ship? I've jumped ship a lot over the years, but it's gotta be Winterbaron, since this is the ship that finally got me writing and posting and getting really involved in a fandom.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? The first serious attempt I made at writing in this fandom was this teen Zemo necrophilia thing, and I wrote the necro part but none of the plotty stuff leading up to it. I still dream of finishing it, in an abstract way where I have no motivation to ever work on it.

16. What are your writing strengths? I think I'm pretty good at rhythm and flow and making my prose sound musical? That's something I focus a lot on and I tend to read aloud while editing to make sure it sounds good to my ear.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Probably plot and dialogue, and figuring out how to include technical details of things I know nothing about. But most of all procrastination, my arch-nemesis.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language? I personally avoid it, because I find it annoying to have to look up the translations in the middle of reading. I prefer to just say they're speaking in whatever language but write the dialogue in English.

19. First fandom you wrote in? J-rock RPF in the early 2000s, but I mostly just did a bit of RP and never got far with any fics I started.

20. Favorite fic you've written? Sometimes it feels like every new thing I post is my new favourite, haha. But I thiiiink my fave has been Something Sweet to Eat since I wrote it (the Halloween fic mentioned earlier), because it's probably the most self-indulgent thing I've written to date. I am truly the main audience for that fic and I'm very happy with it.

No pressure tagging: @violenciorp, @tales-from-a-maphia-don, @thepiper0fhameln, @ex0rin, @unlikelymilliner, @evenmyhivemindisempty, and anyone else who sees this and wants to join in!

#this was fun but wow I ramble #tag game #writer asks #ravening writes

[viola-ophelia]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @curufiin <3 thank you!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

36! that sounds like a lot, but they're almost all oneshots and twoshots lol

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

145,180

3. What fandoms do you write for?

my three main fandoms are turn: washington's spies/amrev/18th century history, tolkien (silm, lotr, and the hobbit), and pirates of the caribbean, but i've written for a handful of other fandoms too. i've pretty much retired from marvel fic, but i've written a bit of that, and i've also written one (1) bridgerton and one (1) avatar: the last airbender fic lol.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

grieving for the living (273)

life is beautiful, but you don't have a clue (210)

lightning strikes (maybe once, maybe twice) (119)

never seen a love as pure (95)

be earnest and repent (88)

but these numbers don't reflect that the majority of my fics only have around 10-20 kudos! that's just the nature of writing for small fandoms like turn lol :3

5. Do you respond to comments?

i try to respond to every single comment, including on fics from years ago! i haven't been perfect at it this year since i've been so busy, but know that i read and deeply appreciate every single comment.

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

oh gosh, this is a hard question because i'm an angst writer at heart. i do tend to prefer writing angst with a happy ending, but i've definitely written a few fics with purposefully devastating endings lol. i think i'd probably say the crown hangs heavy on either side - a turn AU that explores the idea of john andre and ben tallmadge switching places in the narrative - has the angstiest ending, since it actually has two alternative endings, and they're BOTH sad af lol.

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

either the second chapter of sweet nothing (where i attempted to write a happy ending for jpeg) or never seen a love as pure, which is a very silly celegorm/aredhel fic where i imagined them both surviving the first age and ending up becoming tom bombadil and goldberry (i know it's a crazy concept but trust me, it kinda works lol).

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i've never gotten any legitimate hate comments, luckily! the closest thing i've gotten to hate is that i have gotten a handful of comments nitpicking canon/historical accuracy, which used to annoy me (because when i deviate from canon/history, whether in a big or a small way, it's almost always intentional and for the sake of the story rather than me just being a dumbass who didn't realize haha) but now i just ignore them. but i will say, the funniest/most memorable one of these i've ever gotten has to be the time someone commented on my a:tla fic (bury it and rise above) to inform me that "jeggings don't exist in the avatar universe" HAHA.

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

i do sometimes write smut, but i almost never publish it because i generally prefer my published work to be PG-13 lol. (i think only maybe 2-3 of my published fics have some hints of fairly tame smut in them?) when i do write smut, it's usually M/F with a focus on reversing/subverting traditional gender roles.

10. Do you write crossovers?

i'm not the biggest fan of crossovers (i find that they're generally a bit unwieldy since merging two universes and two casts of characters into one is A Lot, and they're also pretty hard to do in a realistic and serious way - they tend to read as/verge toward crackfic territory for me) so i've never written one personally.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

*knocks on wood* no lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no!

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

not really, but i have co-brainstormed fics before - particularly the two silm AUs in this series, where @areyoutrueorfalse was instrumental in shaping the plots lol. (and of course the legendary harpson & caroline turn verse, which has yet to see the light of day but is one of my favorite things i've ever written!) @curufiin has also helped me craft some great fic ideas, especially with figuring out simcoe and andre's dynamic in power and control.

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

either jpeg (john andre/peggy shippen) or celegorm/aredhel for canon ships, but for oc/canon, anne/beckett, aka anntler (iykyk @ chaos clan lol)

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

ugh... the john andre turns au ;-; idk if that thing is ever resurrecting at this point but i wish i could magically complete it lol

16. What are your writing strengths?

characterization!! i really take pride in getting my characterization just right, and i think it's definitely the aspect of my writing that i've gotten the most positive comments about. i also famously write a LOT of character studies (i'm pretty sure it's my most-used tag on ao3 lol).

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i'm not very good at coming up with creative original plots, which is why i tend to write canon-compliant or slightly canon-divergent stories rather than full-on, innovative AUs (unless i have someone to brainstorm with <3).

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

i'm generally not a fan because i feel like it makes fics less accessible and more clunky to read. however, i also don't personally speak any other languages (except for some really rusty french) so i don't think it's something i'd ever do anyway lol. when i write a character who speaks another language (or tolkien elves, since they all technically speak various forms of elvish lmfao) i prefer to use dialogue tags, like

"'[english sentence],' he said in spanish."

"he said something in spanish that [MC who doesn't speak spanish] couldn't understand."

19. First fandom you wrote for?

in terms of published fic, it was lotr, but in terms of (thankfully) unpublished fic, i believe it was hamilton HAHA

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

it's like 3 years old at this point, but i will always be so proud of grieving for the living :)

i'm tagging @deathicus-sling @tallmadgeandtea @musicboxmemories and anyone else who wants to do this! sorry if you've already been tagged haha

#tag game #writing

[faejilly]

writing patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

tagged by @junemermaid, no-pressure tagging anyone who would like, because I have no idea who's seen and either done or passed on this one lately. PLEASE PLEASE DO IT AND BLAME ME IF YOU HAVE EVEN THE SLIGHTEST INCLINATION, I love seeing these things, I'm just brain-dead re: tagging today. 💙

1. Vakarian makes Shepard feel old.

Chicory, Mass Effect, Weaver Shepard, not on AO3 yet because I'm trying to turn it into a series of first/early impressions of the ME1 crew from Shepard's perspective. But then I've done Kaidan's first impression of Shepard already, so I can't decide if I should do her version of that or figure out another one. But also should I add Joker? I should always add Joker. But then in what order? (You can see the overthinking process here, can't you?) SOMEDAY I WILL WRITE WEAVER & TALI AND IT WILL BE DELIGHTFUL. She adores Tali. But also wishes to keep her safely in engineering 99% of the time. BUT ALSO...

anyway. back to sentences. ->

2. Emmett had known that he would see her.

Almond Blossoms, 7kpp, Emmett/Sheltered Princess & a lot of chaperone POV's. Also I posted that in September last year so this is clearly going to be a little depressing in terms of my ongoing 'am I a writer anymore?' existential crisis

3. “Don’t move.”

Never Again, Shadowhunters, Malec, sort of omegaverse, sort of weird magic bonds, a very belated prompt fill from the @knotinmyname anti-ai-scraping event.

4. The Matchmaker may have announced them, they may consider themselves engaged, this might be exactly what they should be doing as these connections are exactly what the Summit claims to be for… but Nathalie’s a 'known’ seductress and suspected murderer, but Clarmont’s only 'allowed’ here for the Royal Family to keep an eye on him, to make sure he knows how generous they are being with their mercy.

Relief, 7kpp, Clarmont/Ambitious Widow (Revaire feels!). Yes, that is just one sentence. Yes, I did that on purpose. No, I probably shouldn't have, but idc. 😅

5. Alec hasn’t even been Marked, still technically a fledgling rather than a Shadowhunter, when he learns that most nephilim can’t hear their weapons sing.

untitled eldritch angel powers prequel, Shadowhunters, Alec Lightwood & Politics is my jam, even when he's like 10 or something. As is weird magic and angel lore that I get to make up! Not on ao3 because I think it's going to be in a bigger thing, but I haven't actually done it yet, but I also get really tired of trying to rearrange my AO3 stuff because then I lose links and comments and brain power that should have been used for maybe writing something again some day.

6. All the dealers know Magnus’ name.

Fluff for @foodsies4me! Malec Auctioneer AU on the floor because it made me smile. (I used to be an auction block clerk.)

7. A familiar flare lit up his apothecary, and Magnus reached out to catch the fire message.

working title is 'wtf the clave is competent' and this is another playing-with-lore Shadowhunters prequel (that will eventually be Malec) started off via a Tangential Tuesdays prompt (which is a thing I would like to properly do again, but I keep not writing which makes it tricky)

8. An Omega heir to two old bloodlines in line for a Headship was something the Nephilim hadn’t seen in almost a century, and ought to have been prestigious enough for Alec to have chosen any path or mate he wanted. [x]

9. That was Magnus. [x]

These are both omegaverse prompts for the aforementioned anti-ai event and actually posted on time last June. Both Shadowhunters and Malec and just little bits and pieces of almost things. And fun on their own, imo, but. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

10. Cullen thought he’d gotten used to seeing this new Hawke in Haven.

Gladiolus, Cullen/Hawke, Dragon Age: Inquisition (Hawke as Inquisitor). Another prompt fill, a ficlet for a collection I have on AO3; its continuing existence is almost entirely @jadesabre301's fault.

Well, picking chapters and scenes posted on tumblr rather than my ao3 was probably good for my sanity, since my ao3 is a bit of a mess.

I seem to start with very declarative sentences this past year or so: we are here and this is what we're dealing with. Which is not... how I have previously concluded this meme, but I'm not sure that it's really any different than usual, just more obvious. It's a habit developed, I think, in writing relatively short-fic and also playing with lore or setting, because I very much need to set up my framework if I want anyone else to follow it.

I definitely should try and play some ME and/or watch some Shadowhunters and clean up some of the bits that I would really really like to have as finished stories though. This has successfully reminded me that I do, in fact, usually like writing and still think like a writer, so that's probably good!

/thank you june 🥰

#writing memery #junemermaid #10 first lines #writing patterns #I know I've done this one before #but can I tag consistently? #no #on writing

[seventhstrife]

I saw a post of yours from a while ago and now I'm curious...

Just WHAT were people tagging 'Fantasma' as in their bookmarks that made you hold off on posting part three? I'm DYING to know.

(It was probably filthy, right? That's my guess.)

I haven't looked at tags for a while now for that exact reason, but it was a lot of the usual passive aggressive feedback haha. Complaints that there wasn't more, lots of frustration being vented there. There was one or two that were tagged something weird, like "I hate omegaverse but ONE DAY I MIGHT try to stomach this fic" something like that LOL

Luckily, any comment I've gotten on the series in the last year or so has been nothing like that! It might be because it's been so long since the last update, but now I'm finally in a place where I can think about fantasma and not immediately want to delete the series haha, and that's definitely because of the kinder feedback I've gotten 🥰

But no matter how bad the bookmark tags had been, that's NOTHING on some of the ruder comments I've gotten LOL. the sheer audacity...😂

[bippot]

Hi I really like your work I was wondering in you could write a one shot with an Eddie Munson x F Reader where both of them have been friends for a while and things started to change between them (sexually) the reader begins to fall in love with Eddie and the reader sees Eddie flirting with Chrissy and brushes is off. Eddie and the reader meet up at his trailer and one thing turns to another and while they are having sex Eddie moans another girls name (like Chrissy) and she gets really upset (could it possibly be and angst 🙂)

I really enjoyed your last Eddie Munson fic I was hoping that you could write this one I understand if you can’t have a good day :) ❤️

Summary: There's a secret that Eddie holds close so people don't bully him more, so when his best friend offers to help him out with it, he can't decline. Only an idiot would do that.

Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Friends With Benefits, Idiots in Love, Jealousy, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Angst

Song Recommendation: It's The Same Old Song by The Four Tops

Stranger Things, Eddie Munson Masterlist - here

ps. another long one lads

A whole two weeks. For two whole weeks Eddie arrived at school on time. It was a record. From Monday to the following Friday, he hadn't been late or overslept at all. Not once.

Why? Well, it wasn't out of a new sense of hope in the education system. Or a sudden need for academic success. This change came about like most changes in male behaviour: a girl. Y/N's car was in the shop getting fixed up, so Eddie jumped at the chance to be her chauffeur. She didn't even ask. He insisted.

"I'm your best friend! Let me do best friend things," he declared as they walked to the parking lot at the end of school on the Friday before his record. He held out his pinky and reached it out towards her, claiming, "I pinky promise that I won't be late."

"We live on opposite sides of town. I'll just walk. It's super easy. I've been doing it since I was a tot."

"You'll have to walk in the same direction as Cooper. We both know how much you love all of his flirting."

Giving in, Y/N hooked their pinkies and shook on it. With a chuckle, she teased, "Jesus, Ed, you just want to hover a favour over my head, don't you?"

"Yeah."

"What favour do you want?"

"Haven't thought of it yet," he lied with a wink. They reached their respective cars and turned their radios on - both were tuned into the same station so the sounds of ACDC could be heard by all they passed by on the way home.

Without fail, Eddie was on time every morning with a (slightly grumpy) sleepy smile on his face as he pulled up on her drive. In the moments before he saw her, he would be totally confused why he agreed to this. He was not a morning person. Never had been, never will be.

Then he'd catch a glimpse of her coming out of her front door and, boom, that's why he did it. He'd watch her climb into her car, his heart fluttering as her hair blew in the wind, and for a moment, he'd get all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

Sure, he pretended it was a 'favour'. But, deep down, he had to admit, he loved it. He loved being able to pick her up and being the first person she saw every day. It made him feel more special than he could explain. She was that special. She was the one, he was sure of it. She was the be all and end all.

Honestly, it wasn't that much more time. Maybe half an hour every day. More if there was traffic. But, Eddie would take it. Any more time to spend with Y/N, he would take.

She opened the passenger door and hopped in, exclaiming, "Hi, loser."

Now, he didn't know why - it could've been that he hadn't fully woken up yet so he didn't have the restraint to stop himself - but he let the words, "Mornin', beautiful," past his lips.

There was no denying how warm her cheeks had gotten as she blushed. She whipped her head around and gave him a shy smile. "Wow, you really do know how to wake a girl up," she joked, trying to hide how bashful his comment had made her.

He reached his hand out and grabbed the steering wheel, pretending to concentrate on getting off her drive and onto the road. He wasn't. That's definitely not where his mind was. He was thinking about how fast his heart was beating, how it felt to have made her blush.

Because despite how she tried to conceal that beautiful sprinkling of pink across her face, he obviously noticed and made it his mission to make it so much worse.

Pink was good. Red would be better.

"You look pretty today." He watched her face flush again, the shade visibly deepening on her cheeks. If she hadn't grown used to his chivalrous ways, she'd probably be a mess, but he kept his tone casual. "Really pretty."

Completely turning to face her, he beamed as she smiled. This was his favourite smile. It was a small, soft, sweet smile. A smile that always made him think that she was the kind of beautiful that only existed in fairy tales.

Tales of Princesses with silky, soft hair that are known throughout the kingdom for their kindness and beauty, only to fall victim to the treatment of misguided and, at times, uncouth princes that failed to consider the fact that the maiden was a feeling, capable human (who probably wouldn't want to be kissed when she was passed out. Yeah, take that Prince Florian and Philip, you weirdos.)

But this wasn't a fairy tale. This wasn't about princes and princesses. This was about the truth. The truth that Y/N was a beautiful girl who made his heart skip a beat and his mind short circuit. It was the truth that, despite his many shortcomings, he was the luckiest guy in the world that she even hung out with him.

In a voice that portrayed none of the mushy thoughts that were swirling around her head, she swallowed her emotions and playfully warned, "Keep your eyes on the road."

"I can't." His eyes flickered up and down her body, taking in every inch of her. From her sneakers to her hair. He knew he should concentrate on driving, but his body - well, his body was feeling rather flustered. It was starting to be hard not to stare. "You're a lot more interesting to look at."

Holding in a squeal, she reached up and twirled a lock of her hair, grinning as she pulled it free. Her eyes twinkled and she teased, "I'm more interesting to look at than that wide stretch of tarmac? Your sauve words have my panties soaked."

Scoffing, he retorted, "Do not leave a wet patch on my seat."

"Too late."

Y/N rolled her eyes and shook her head, but couldn't resist smiling at him for just a moment. After all, it was his sense of humour that she loved the most about him. Just the way he could make the simplest of things sound completely hilarious was the trait that had endeared him to her the most. He radiated that carefree quality that reminded her of when they were kids.

"What is up with you this morning?" she joked, even though her heart was fluttering. "Did you forget to have your evening wank yesterday? What's with all the flirting?"

Oh shit. She'd actually called him out on it. Eddie just shrugged, feigning confusion and mumbled, "I don't know what you're talking about, sweetheart."

"Sure you don't."

The car was quiet. The kind of quiet that you don't mind. The kind of quiet that lets you think about nothing and everything at the same time. The kind of quiet that makes you want to crawl in and settle into the comfiness, close your eyes, and...

A song she hated came on the radio and immediately jolted to reach out to change the station.

🎵'Cause we are living in a material world

And I am a material girl

You know that we are living in a material world

And I am a material girl🎵

Immediately, the van was filled to the brim with the intoxicating sounds of Material Girl by Madonna. Eddie threw his hands up, exasperated, and fully expected her to continue on her search for a good song, but she stopped.

🎵Some boys romance

Some boys slow dance

That's all right with me

If they can't raise my interest then I

Have to let them be🎵

No fucking way! She was singing along. Y/N was actually singing along to Madonna as if she liked it. She knew the lyrics, which was crazy to him because, like, why? She was a firm lover of rock and metal like him, so how the hell did she know the words to a pop song?

🎵Some boys try and some boys lie but

I don't let them play (no way)

Only boys who save their pennies

Make my rainy day🎵

The look of disgust soon faded as he watched as she very dramatically danced along, goofily flailing her arms around to the rhythm and occasionally pointing at him whilst shimmying.

Still, that didn't mean that he didn't try to change her mind. "This song promotes superficial views of relationships."

"What do you know about relationships? You've never been in one."

🎵Cause we're living in a material world

And I am a material girl

You know that we are living in a material world

And I am a material girl🎵

Y/N took his hand off the gearstick when he didn't need it and swung it around to the beat, making him laugh. Hopefully none of his bandmates would ever find out about this. A Corroded Coffin x Madonna collab would be the worst thing he could think of.

"It's pushing the sexist idea that women are just after a man's money."

"Maybe I am."

🎵Living in a material world

And I am a material girl

You know that we are living in a material world

And I am a material girl🎵

The rings on his fingers cast a chill against her skin that was hard to ignore, and found that her eyes were twinkling as they stared back, completely captivated by his rebellious boyish charm.

"We are stuck in this capitalist hellhole of a society and this song just proves it."

"Ah, comrade Munson," she taunted, saluting him to add the cherry on top. He rolled his eyes and shook his bangs out of the way, so she leant over to sort them out for him, gently brushing her finger over his forehead.

At her touch, he swallowed heavily, but couldn't help but smile as she continued to hum the song. He began to feel a warmth of it spreading through him, from the pit of his stomach to the tips of his toes. And just like that, he was entranced. He was really captivated.

"Are you trying to make me crash?"

She laughed and tilted his face so he'd look back at the road, cooing with the glowing embers of a mischievous smile on her lips, "Oh no, sweetheart. I wouldn't dream of it."

Eddie felt his breath catch in his throat as she reached up and twirled a lock of his hair, causing the butterflies to flutter madly in his chest.

"You need to brush your hair. It's a mess."

"Got a brush?"

Indeed. She did have a brush. They spent a few minutes before they entered the school with Y/N gently untangling his hair. A goofy grin stretched across his lips as she placed her thumb and forefinger on his chin, slowly moving his head side to hide to examine how well she'd tamed his mane.

When she was done, she annoyingly pinched his cheek and declared, "There we go, my little loser's all ready for another day at big school."

"Shut it." He swiped at her hand and trapped it in his grip. The pair stared at their touching hands for a moment, then looked back at the other. The grin on her face was nothing short of radiant and when he looked into those eyes, he felt like he could melt into a puddle of goo.

"Are you okay? You seem, I don't know, different," she had to ask, stepping back and trying to gauge his expression. All he seemed to be projecting from his face was that his brain was clearly elsewhere. "You look a bit like you're planning your entire next campaign in your head."

Using the excuse of his campaign would've been easy, but Eddie could only stare back at her for a moment as his mind raced. He had to respond, but he was at a loss for words. How could he even begin to explain the swirling mess of emotions in his head?

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. I'm good." He glanced back across to their conjoined hands and noticed that she had placed her fingers in between his, squeezing gently to get his attention. That, in itself, was insane to him. She hadn't pulled away. She hadn't reared back in disgust.

In fact, she'd continued to hold him there. She had even altered how her hand was placed so it was a more comfortable embrace for the both of them, so it would last longer.

"Are you sure, Ed?" she asked, her voice soft and dreamy. His eyes drifted to her lips as she spoke, and he tried to catch up with his thoughts. He wanted to kiss her, of course he did, but this wasn't the time.

"I'm fine. I swear. Just forgot to have breakfast." he croaked, nodding his head. That answer seemed to be sufficient to her as she accepted it and pulled him into the school gates, dragging him to their lockers before the bell went.

Obviously, the next day when Eddie's van arrived at her house Y/N exited with a mug of coffee and cereal bar in hand, handing the drink to him when she got in. "For you, loser."

Without knowing why, he took the mug from her and started sipping it. He had to admit, it was pretty good. Well, he was enjoying it so much that he'd downed it by the time she'd buckled her seat belt.

"Jesus, Ed. You thirsty?"

"Not any more."

Now that it was empty, he turned the mug on its side, surveying what was on there. As he trailed his finger across the image, she stated, "I couldn't find one of those travel ones so I stole my dad's New Hope mug because he never uses it."

Carefully, she ripped open the wrapper of the cereal bar and shoved it towards him. He took it, staring at it for a moment, then dug in. "Why are you providing me with food and coffee?"

The answer was simple.

"Breakfast."

Oh, how his heart swelled at her kind gesture. She was looking out for him, and that was one thing he always appreciated. His eyes softened as he gazed at her, and a smile formed on his face. "Thank you."

Y/N leaned her head back against the headrest and finally took her bag off to place at her feet as he started their journey. He kept stealing glances at her, and she couldn't help but mirror his shy behaviour.

"You're weird," she said, watching as he chewed like a llama. Somehow he'd managed to get a hefty chunk of the cereal bar in his hair, so she picked it out for him and fed it to him. "And apparently you can't feed yourself."

"I'm multitasking. I've got to drive, eat and deal with you."

She swiped some of the crumbs that still remained in his hair out of the way, lightly raking her hand through his curls and brushing his hair off his shoulder. She teasingly wiggled her fingers against the skin of his neck, softly tickling him as she questioned, "Deal with me? What on earth do you mean by that?"

"Stop," he chuckled, his eyes darting to her hand for a moment before looking back at the road. Y/N laughed at his reaction and leaned back in her seat, putting her feet up on the dashboard and using the van's heater to warm the cold morning air.

All over her arms were little goosebumps that had formed and a shiver ran down her spine. Without looking, he held the cereal bar between his teeth and darted his hand behind the seat, grabbing the first article of clothing he could find. Luckily, it was the garment he thought it was and threw one of his jumpers on her lap.

"Put it on," he instructed, and when she was about to refuse, he added, "I can see how cold you are from here."

Why not? Why not, eh? She pulled it on, revelling in being surrounded in him, feeling the softness of his jumper against her skin and sighing in contentment as she closed her eyes. His jumper felt so good against her skin, so soft and warm and…well, she didn't know. It just felt right. His jumper smelled like him, and she let herself take in the scent, trying to memorise the smell by bringing it to her nose when she needed to take a break from the overwhelming feelings coursing through her.

"Are you sniffing it?" He asked, amusement colouring his voice.

Her lips twitched into a grin as he copied her. She opened one eye to look at him but quickly closed it again when all she saw was his beautiful face staring down at her. The way that his eyes were shining, the way his smile had softened when they made eye contact, those perfect features that she could stare at for hours if given half a chance.

"No."

"Liar."

That cocky bitch. She shook her head, unable to keep it up any longer. "It's nice," she admitted, and when he didn't say anything immediately, she continued, "It smells really good, okay?"

"Whatever you say, princess." Then he thought about the implications of her words for a moment and nervously tapped his fingers against the wheel, stating , "So, in a roundabout way, you're saying I smell good."

This was where her cheeks flushed red once again, and she looked away from him, focusing her gaze straight ahead. Her voice became slightly husky as she uttered, "Well, maybe."

"Maybe?" he repeated, his tone playful.

"Yeah, I guess you do smell good to me."

"Okay, then."

They fell silent after that, and he found himself glancing over at her every now and then. She was staring out of her window, her gaze focused intently outside but at the same time, she seemed lost in thought. That's when he truly saw what was in front of him. Yeah, that definitely was his jumper. That, for sure, was his clothing on her. And there was no doubt that it looked so good. Stupidly good.

When his gaze travelled along the length of the jumper, taking it in, the sight brought a small blush to his cheeks but he fought it back and concentrated back on driving. He needed to focus on something else. Something besides Y/N and that damn jumper. If she didn't look at him, he wouldn't get caught staring.

But she did look at him. Looking out of the corner of her eye, she watched him as he stared at her. He was biting his lip and shifting uncomfortably in his seat, as though he was waiting for her to turn back around to face him. After a few moments, she sighed softly. "What?" she quietly inquired.

He blinked, startled for a second until realisation dawned on him - he'd been caught. He swallowed the lump in his throat and blurted out, "Nothing, I--uh...I was just thinking about the weather."

A smirk appeared on her face as she nodded her head. "Mhm, sure." She looked at him once more, turning her body to the side so that she could lean comfortably against the door. A small chuckle left her as she teased, "You're really bad at lying, Ed."

"Hey!" he protested, his cheeks flushing red in embarrassment. When she continued to stare at him, he groaned, giving in, "Fine, I was wondering why you looked so good in my clothes, alright?!"

Taken back, she cocked an eyebrow at him, studying him intently. "You like it that much huh?"

Naturally, he rolled his eyes at her comment, although there was a smile tugging at his lips as he muttered, "Shut up."

Throughout the entire school day, he was in a little bit of a daze. None of his teachers noticed a difference. Neither did his classmates. Only the Hellfire lot noticed a change. And the explanation for his demeanour was revealed when Y/N joined them at lunch and ruffled his hair as she walked past him to her usual seat.

Gareth was the first to notice, raising his eyebrow questioningly at Y/N who merely shrugged in response. "I recognise that sweater. Eddie's?" he wondered out , leaning forward in his chair, elbows resting on the table.

"It is," she confirmed as she placed her bag on the back of her chair and sat down opposite him. Sitting back in his chair, Gareth turned to Nate and gave him a knowing nudge. "I was cold. That was it. Isn't that right, Ed?"

No response. None. Eddie was staring into space, completely oblivious to anything around him. He was too busy thinking about how cute she looked wearing his hoodie and he wasn't sure whether it was his imagination or not, but he swore he even felt her warmth next to him.

"Is he drooling?" Jeff declared in disgust, pointing to the line of dribble in the corner of Eddie's mouth.

"I think so," Y/N replied, leaning over and grabbing a napkin to wipe the offending dribble away. She gently brushed the cloth against his skin, waking him from the trance he seemed to be in.

Oh shit. He'd really zoned out.

"Ed, hello? Anyone home?" she called, waving a hand in front of his face. He blinked rapidly, clearing his vision of the haze that clouded his thoughts and looked up at them. As if sensing something amiss, he glanced at Y/N, finding her observing him closely. It didn't take long for his heart to beat faster under her intense scrutiny and he tried desperately to look everywhere but her. He failed, unfortunately, and she raised her brows, greeting him, "Good morning, sunshine."

"Hi," he breathed sheepishly. He avoided her eyes as he reached for the apple juice carton on the table in front of him. He took a sip, pretending to be preoccupied with drinking rather than watching her. His friends were watching each other with curious looks on their faces as they observed her interactions with Eddie. They were enjoying this, watching them interact. This wasn't unusual, of course; whenever they saw them together, they were always like this - blatantly oblivious.

"Hi. Where did that brain of yours go?" she asked teasingly, grinning as he looked up at her.

The corner of his lips tickled up as he gave a half shrug and dismissed, "I…I don't know. I was daydreaming, I guess."

Soon, they had a little routine. She'd bring him breakfast in the morning with her father's mug and he'd use the excuse that he had to return it to invite himself into her home. He'd walk in, take off his shoes, hang his jacket on the hooks by the front door, and hang out for a few hours. Then, she'd discover him sprawled across her bed or thoroughly searching through her belongings. Sometimes, she would find him sitting on her desk, looking through her books, or even reading through the notes she had made the night before.

On the first Friday, they were in her room and he kept looking at all the posters on her wall. She couldn't help but giggle at the expression on his face as he stared at them, his lips pursed tightly as he inspected each piece of art in front of him. It was almost as if he was judging each one individually for some reason. She chuckled when he finally looked over at her and smiled at her, commenting, "Two Van Halen ones and only one Dio," as he ran his finger over the paper, racing a line to the Van Halen logo. "Think Eddie is hotter than Ronnie? Do you kiss his paper forehead before going to bed?"

Jokingly, she exclaimed, "How did you know?"

"I'm observant," he answered with a shrug, a grin on his face, causing her to roll her eyes at him. It took all his confidence to playfully jeer, "You've clearly got a thing for Eddie's with dark luscious locks."

"Shut up."

For some reason, he judged that if he tackled her right now, she'd fall safely on her bed and land below him. That was fine. If that happened, he wouldn't mind one bit. Not one bit. Actually, maybe he'd like it. Maybe. Just maybe he'd like it more than he was willing to admit.

So, that's exactly what he did. With a chuckle, he dipped his shoulder and ran into her, knocking her off balance as he grabbed her arm. She let out a yelp as she toppled backwards onto her bed, landing on her back. For a brief moment, he held his breath as he waited anxiously for her reaction, expecting her to retaliate. But surprisingly, she remained still beneath him, staring up at him and laughing quietly.

Eddie grinned mischievously as he said, "Gotcha." And proceeded to pin her wrists on either side of her head, making her laugh harder. He pulled back a little to check her expression, to see if she was hurt. But her eyes sparkled, her cheeks flushed red, and she was smiling widely. His heart skipped a beat as he gazed at her, mesmerised.

"Fucking hell, you could be on the football team with a shove like that."

"Me? With those meathead jocks? No thank you."

"You should try out. I think you'd make the cut," Y/N joked, trying to figure out a way to get him off of her. She knew the game was set up for them to wrestle. And he had pinned her hands above her head with such ease she couldn't hope to break free no matter how hard she tried.

A chance appeared as he declared, "Maybe, but I'd prefer to be a cheerleader," and waved his hands in a semi rhythmic fashion, shimmying his shoulders and shaking his hips slightly. She snorted and shook her head at him, his little performance giving her the opportunity to flip them so that she was on top and he was underneath.

All he could do was look up at her, his eyes wide and filled with wonder as she straddled his waist, his hands coming to rest on the mattress next to her thighs. He gulped loudly, his gaze roaming down her body before returning to hers.

In a sudden fit of silliness, she flopped down, letting her chest fall against his and hugging him, resting her chin in the crook of his neck as she laughed softly. At first, he just lay there, stunned, his arms limp at his sides until he slowly brought them up around her.

Then, gradually, they began to move, circling her waist loosely, pressing their bodies flush together. The butterflies in his stomach were fluttering wildly, and it took everything in him not to give in, to allow himself to lose control, to lean forward and kiss her senseless because holy fuck she smelled so good.

He was pretty sure he stopped breathing altogether as she pressed herself against him. Her breasts were squashing against his chest and the feel of them rubbing against his torso caused him to shudder slightly. He couldn't stop himself from touching her, running his fingers over her soft skin and brushing against the curve of her hip bones. He wanted her so bad, and it wasn't just physical lust. The feeling of her pressed up against him was intoxicating, sending sparks flying through his veins.

Shit. It was very clear how much he wanted her.

Honestly, he had intended to use his favour as a cheeky way to ask her out on a date, instead, "Y/N? Can I cash in that favour now?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, sure."

"Can you pretend that you don't feel, uh, me?"

Fuck, in all the excitement and the feeling of their bodies moving against each other, his body decided to become way more active than he could control. He was suddenly hyper aware of her movement against his body, her breaths fanning over his neck. He tried his best to ignore that sensation and focus on something else, but then, he heard her mumble, "Oh, I thought you had something in your pocket."

They laughed lightly and he felt the vibrations of her laughter through her whole body and it sent shivers all over his skin. She lifted herself up slightly and leaned back, taking a moment to come up with how the hell she was going to phrase what she wanted to say.

"I could always, you know, help you out. If you want?" The words came out a lot less confident than she would have liked them to. When she looked at him, he found her expression somewhat apprehensive. Her mouth opened and closed a couple times, trying to gather her thoughts before repeating, "Only if you want to."

Their gazes locked, and he didn't move for a few long moments. Neither did she. The silence was painful to endure as they just stared at each other, both not wanting to make any sudden moves and spook the other. Their breaths became shallow as they inhaled and exhaled heavily, and the air in the room seemed thicker than before. He watched as she nervously bit her lower lip as she studied his features.

"You're sure?" he asked, almost in a whisper as he searched her eyes intently. There was an unmistakable glint in her eyes that he hadn't seen in a while; an emotion he'd never been able to identify.

"Yeah. I mean, I've always wanted to do... stuff with someone I trust, and I trust you."

She nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving his. His heart pounded rapidly and his throat constricted as he responded with a shaky voice, "Yeah, I want to."

And with that, she reached out with her hand and placed it softly over his cheek, brushing her fingertips along the edge of his jaw as she spoke in hushed tones, "Okay then."

With this, he felt a rush of relief wash over him, which quickly turned to panic as he felt the overwhelming need to blurt out, "I lied about losing my virginity to seem cool. I'm a fucking loser who's twenty and still in high-school. So yeah, I didn't really want to add 'virgin' to the list of names people call me." His voice got quieter as continued to admit, "Nobody has ever even kissed me. I'm a big ol' nerd-virgin-loser."

Shocked to silence, she blinked a few times. How the hell had nobody kissed him? He was hot. And cute. And in a band. Nobody had even tried?

He paused for a moment before saying in a voice barely above a whisper, "It's okay if you think I'm lame or whatever. Just..." His brows furrowed as he trailed off. Then he looked away from her and muttered, "Just take it easy on me. Please."

Her heart squeezed painfully as she heard the desperation laced in his tone. This guy, who was usually so unnecessarily energetic and thoughtful, sounded so vulnerable. So insecure. So lost. She knew he had been through a lot in his life, a lot more than she could comprehend. And, inside him, she knew he had a lot of love, and compassion. And kindness. And loyalty. And determination.

Why hadn't she said anything yet? He felt himself go red. He didn't know why he'd said that, or what he was trying to prove except that it felt good to get it off his chest. Now she knew that he was a liar and a coward and a godforsaken virgin, but she didn't care.

"Hey," she called gently, drawing his attention back to her as she smiled reassuringly. He swallowed thickly, his mouth dry and his heart pounding erratically in his chest. She moved her hand to brush her index finger over his forehead, tucking some hair behind his ear and letting her hand rest against his jaw. "Take it easy on yourself."

Before he'd internalised what she said, she slowly pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, lingering there for several seconds, revelling in the warmth it radiated and taking all the time he needed to become accustomed to the feeling of her lips against his skin. He blinked at her, his lips parted slightly as he let his eyes roam over her face, the curves of her mouth, the shape of her eyes, which were full of tenderness, caring, understanding.

Sitting up, she pulled him up with her and gently placed both of her hands on his chest as she spoke, "I'll admit I have kissed somebody before, so-"

Interrupting with a playful taunt, "Alright, no need to brag," he gave her that signature boyish grin and beamed when she let out a chuckle. He watched her roll her eyes and playfully punch him on the arm, causing him to laugh as he rubbed the spot where she had hit him.

As soon as he seemed comfortable, her hand was cupping his face and tilting his chin up, her thumb caressing the corner of his mouth. The butterflies in his stomach flipped again, a mixture of shock and excitement flooding his system as his lips parted slightly. He didn't expect her to move closer to him, didn't even realise that she was closing the gap between them till she tilted her head.

Quickly, he had to inquire, "Uh, what do I do with my hands?" with a sheepish grin, feeling so stupid that he even had to ask that. He waved them about in the general shape of her body, weirdly making sure he didn't touch her yet.

Laughing softly, she replied, "Anywhere you want to put them."

"I don't know where I should want to put them."

Taking his wrists, she placed his hands on her waist, holding him steady as she moved hers up to grip the back of his neck. He was acutely aware of every movement she made as she brushed her fingertips across his skin, sending a shiver racing through his entire body as goosebumps appeared along his arms.

When their noses grazed slightly, she asked, "Ready?"

"Ready." She hesitated momentarily before pressing her lips firmly against his own, and his world instantly froze. Everything else disappeared, everything except the way Y/N was kissing him. Her lips felt like velvet on his, softer than anything he had ever encountered before.The touch of her tongue against his sent waves of ecstasy through his body and he pressed his hips against hers, desperate and eager and needy.

His brain shut down, unable to process anything, as he allowed her actions to dictate the course of their kisses, following her lead as she guided him through the movements. She pulled back after a brief second, smiling softly, her cheeks glowing and her eyes looking glossy.

The praise fell from her lips seconds after his brain came back online as she commented, "You're a natural, Munson."

Confidence: boosted! At her words, he tugged her closer and initiated the smooch. He was a natural, after all. Their bodies became closer together until he found himself lying on top of her, her arms wrapped around him, and his fingers tangling into her hair. He kissed her hungrily as her tongue sought entrance to his mouth. His tongue met hers in a slow, rhythmic rhythm as his hands roamed across her body, touching every inch of exposed flesh he could reach.

How the fuck had he gone so long without this? It felt so good that he wanted, no, needed more. He moved his lips from hers to trail along her jawline and down her neck, sucking on her collar bone with nips and little kisses here and there. He breathed in deeply through his nose, relishing in her smell; her scent, her warmth, and her taste.

After a minute passed, her breathing hitched as she said, "Eddie," her voice sounding breathless. He felt her body soften underneath him as he continued trailing his lips down her neck and onto her shoulder. The feeling only added to his already heightened arousal.

Pulling back slightly, he took in her appearance for a brief moment as he leaned forward to place another soft kiss against her lips, his hands moving to cup the sides of her face. "I see why people do this now," he mumbled against her lips, his heart beating rapidly as he noticed how flushed and swollen her lips were, and the pink tint painting her cheeks. His hands slid up towards her hair and tangled themselves in the silky strands, pulling her impossibly closer.

A faint moan escaped from her mouth before he silenced it with his lips. As they kissed languidly and deeply, one hand slipped down his torso and reached his jeans, caressing his hardness through the fabric desperately as he groaned quietly against her mouth.

Suddenly breaking apart, he whispered her name again, the sound reverberating in his mind with urgency, "Y/N."

As her eyes fluttered open, she murmured softly, "Mmmhmm?"

"I...I..." He tried to form coherent words without ending up sounding like a deranged lunatic. "I...I need you," he growled before kissing her, hard, desperately, almost savagely. His tongue delved deep into her mouth, and he held her tightly to him while exploring her mouth with increasing fervour. His hands moved to her hips and lifted her up slightly so he could deepen the kiss as they sat back up.

Withdrawing, he rested his forehead against hers and gasped out raggedly, "Fuck." He ran his fingers through her hair. "This is so new and different and really fucking good," he stated simply, feeling the heat rise into his cheeks as he remembered how many times he'd fantasized about doing this with her.

She giggled lightly and said, "Well, I guess we can make it a regular thing then."

Regular thing? Meaning she'd let him do this more often? His expression grew serious as he gazed intently into her eyes. "Do you mean that?" he asked carefully, his eyebrows raised questioningly.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course I do."

He smiled, relieved beyond belief, the corners of his lips quirking upwards as his eyes crinkled in amusement. That amusement turned to a look of pure anticipation as she shuffled backwards to perch on his thighs and began to undo his belt. He glanced down quickly at his lap to check that he wasn't wearing anything embarrassing.

Thankfully, he wasn't. For a moment, he was sure that he'd put his Kermit the frog boxers on. But, no.

"Are you a hundred percent sure?" he checked nervously, his eyes flickering back up to meet hers as she undid the button of his trousers and slid them down, her hands resting delicately on his bare thighs as she stared at him intensely.

"One o o percent." He looked away, a blush spreading across his features as he felt her hands rub soothing circles into his thigh. "Are you? Cause say the word and we can forget all about this."

His voice was grave when he replied, "You can see how much I want this."

That was true. She could. Still, she stated, "Anytime you want to stop, promise me you'll say."

"I promise. Fuck it, i'll even pinky promise." He held out his pinky finger to her and nodded reassuringly when she hooked hers around his, sealing the deal.

With a chuckle, he watched her face as she danced her fingertips across him, testing how sensitive he was to her touch. A light moan left him at the sensation of her delicate fingers tracing over his penis, as he instinctively jerked his pelvis up. He could feel her smile, hear the laughter bubbling in her throat as she said, "You okay with that?"

"Yes. Oh God yes!" he exclaimed enthusiastically, reaching up to tangle his fingers in her hair once again, bringing her closer to him, their foreheads brushing together as she finally took him into her hand and began stroking him slowly, not too fast. With every movement, he felt himself tense up more, his muscles tightening at her ministrations. She smiled at his reaction. "Fuck, Y/N. You feel amazing."

Chuckling lightly, she responded teasingly, "I've just started and you're already talking dirty, huh?"

"Shut up," he muttered lowly, his gaze fixated on her face, drinking in her expression; the playful gleam in her eyes as she bit down on her bottom lip to hold back her grin, her chest rising and falling as she inhaled deeply. The sight of her was intoxicating, making his head spin, his legs tremble, and his cock throb. She moved her hand faster, stroking him more vigorously, and the pleasure was almost unbearable. He was trembling with need, wanting more; needing her more.

"Please..."

"Please what?" she whispered against his lips, genuinely a bit confused about what he was asking for.

"Please, make me come."

As though knowing what he wanted, she brought her other hand around and cupped his balls as she continued to stroke them, causing a low growl to fall from his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut. When she released him, he sucked in air greedily, panting heavily as he opened his eyes to watch her continue to stroke his dick. "Oh god," he groaned, unable to contain the loud moan that escaped his lips as she stroked his length steadily, her hand rubbing the tip gently with each stroke. "Y/N…"

"I know," she replied huskily, leaning forward to capture his lips with her own once again.The pressure inside of him built up, threatening to burst free from within him as she continued playing with his shaft, driving him crazy. Her lips never stopped moving as she trailed light kisses down his jaw, biting down on his neck softly as he whimpered softly and his eyes rolled upward.

It wasn't long before his whole body tensed and tensed as his orgasm neared, the wave hitting him hard and fast. As he came, he let out an incoherent string of what could have been swear words and she could feel his muscles tense then grow lax all at once. She continued to pump until he became fully limp and she could tell he was completely spent. He buried his head into her neck and gripped her tightly, the grip tightening around her waist as his breaths stilled.

After a few minutes, he pulled away from her and stared at her lovingly, brushing her hair aside to press a gentle kiss against her neck. She sighed softly and sofly brushed her fingers through his hair with the hand that wasn't covered as he nuzzled against her.

Jokingly, she couldn't help but declare, "It kind of looks like a fountain that doesn't have enough water when, you know, it spurts." He chuckled loudly at her comment as he leaned back, propping himself up on his elbow and gazing at her tenderly.

Gently running his hand along her cheekbone, he grinned and asked playfully, "Is that your way of saying that I don't blow my load as powerfully as you expected me to?"

Her lips curled upwards in an amused smile as she replied, "Something like that." Then she leant forward to brush her lips briefly against his before giving her room a quick once over to spot something to clean him up with.

Nothing was standing out. Her father must've done the laundry. That's okay, she opened the top drawer of her bedside table and wiped up his semen with a pair of her underwear. Her underwear? Was this one of his fantasies? He watched with wide eyes as she used the fabric on her panties to wipe up the fluid on his stomach and groin area. It seemed so intimate, and he wondered if he should feel embarrassed or not.

"Hey, uh, Y/N?"

"Yeah?" she asked, turning her head from the cleaning attempt to his eyes.

"This is going to sound weird, but can I keep those?" He gestured in the general direction of her panties, which she nonchalantly stuffed in his jean pocket. He had originally thought he'd have to make up some sort of explanation for why he wanted them, but she hadn't even asked. It was pretty clear why.

Very clear why.

Now it was her turn. Or was it? She kindly redressed him and mentioned, "Do you mind if we do this step by step, like, over a few days? I think doing everything in one day will be overwhelming."

"That sounds good. I'd like that too."

"Great. My hand is still...covered, so I'm just going to wash them."

"I'll be here." Eddie watched as she climbed off the bed to hurry to the bathroom, leaving him lounging on her bed, staring after her curiously. After a few moments of silence, he heard her come rushing back into her bedroom, nearly tripping over her feet as she made it back to him.

When he heard her coming back, he placed his arm under his head and shifted one foot by his knee, pretending to pose sexily as she entered the room.

"Is this enticing to you?" he asked her with a sly grin, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. She simply rolled her eyes at his comment, but she did smile, despite herself. "Is this turning you on?" he continued, lowering his tone as she approached him.

"No." she replied bluntly, placing her hands on either side of his chest, pushing him back against the pillows as she sat beside him. He watched her intently, noting with amusement that her lips were slightly pursed, as though she was trying very hard to hold back a smile.

Day two of their experiment was unsuccessful. Despite it being a Saturday, Eddie still arrived at her house in the morning and didn’t expect another member of her house to be home. It was the weekend so she was still asleep, but her father opened the door when he knocked.

"Hi, Ed. Y/N didn't say you were coming over."

"Yeah. Uh, hi there." Eddie glanced at her bedroom window, wondering if she was awake. "Uhh... she probably forgot to mention, Mr. L/N."

"Come on in."

Eddie stepped in as he waited for her father to close the door behind him. Seeing Y/N's dad was weird. They'd met before, so many times before, but now it was sort of like talking to your new girlfriend's parents. Not that Y/N was his girlfriend. Not yet. But they sure had become very comfortable with each other. Way more comfortable than he father would want them to be.

"I thought you'd be working today. Uncle Wayne is."

"Supervisor privilege, you see. I get weekends off." Mr. L/N gave him a questioning look as he walked towards the kitchen. He followed suit. "How are things with you two lately? How's school?"

"School's fine. I'm getting passing grades." Mr. L/N nodded approvingly, opening the fridge and grabbing a bottle of water. He offered one to Eddie who shook his head politely and said, "Thanks anyway, Mr. L/N."

Mr. L/N took a swig from his bottle and then turned to glance at Eddie, raising a brow in confusion. "And you and Y/N?"

"We're good. Good friends." Mr. L/N raised both his eyebrows and nodded slowly as though expecting Eddie to elaborate, but he remained silent, opting to remain silent instead. He knew her dad knew he was lying. Well, not lying but not telling the whole truth.

They fell into a brief awkward silence that lasted a couple of seconds before Mr. L/N spoke again, "I think I heard her walking about, but maybe that was just the old floorboards. Just remember to leave the door open, okay?"

Shit. That killed any chance that they could do anything.

"Yeah, okay," he said, nodding stiffly as he headed towards the stairs and began climbing them, awkwardly waving to her dad as he left. When he reached her bedroom door, he knocked on it softly. There was no response. She was probably still asleep.

So, he opened it to find her sound asleep and soft snoring coming from her mouth, her face relaxed and serene as she lay in her bed. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful. He found himself smiling fondly at her before he quietly closed the door and tiptoed closer to her, watching her sleep. The sound of her breathing brought a sense of tranquillity to him as he stood there admiring her, a warm feeling spreading throughout his chest and making his heart pound.

Slowly, he slipped in the other side of her duvet and placed his arm around her waist, pulling her closely against him as he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head. She stirred a little bit as he nuzzled his nose against her hair, sighing softly when she recognised the rings of her hugger.

"Morning, loser."

"Morning, beautiful."

She shifted to curl up against his chest, her head laying on his collarbone, and he rested his chin atop her head, smiling gently down at her as he ran his fingers lightly through her hair, enjoying the sensation. She mumbled something incoherent as he started kissing her forehead, pressing light kisses against her hairline.

He felt her struggle to drift back off, so he carefully moved his arm from her waist, placing a hand on her bare hip instead, stroking circles into her skin, hoping to lull her back to sleep. Her eyelids fluttered shut and she hummed contently, leaning into his touch, and eventually drifted back off to dreamland peacefully.

As she slept in his embrace, his eyes slid closed and his own breathing steadied. In the moment, they were content. Nothing could ever take away the peace and contentment that came from being wrapped in her arms, surrounded by her smell and warmth. It was just what he needed to calm his racing thoughts, because they always returned to her. They always circled back to her, and the longer he held her, the calmer he became until he finally fell asleep with her in his arms.

The pair were awoken by a bright flash and an annoyed "Oh, shit," as her father had come to ask if they wanted anything to drink (also to not so subtly see what they were doing) and had to run to find his camera because they looked so cute. They didn't know how long they had fallen asleep, and they weren't exactly complaining about the extra sleep either.

But, they could complain about their rude awakening. "Dad! What are you doing?" Y/N asked, her voice laced with sleep as she sluggishly lifted her head and rubbed her eyes. Eddie grunted and tried to hide by burying his face in her shoulder whilst groaning into it in embarrassment.

Her dad chuckled, "Sorry, kids. Didn't mean to wake you. But you looked really adorable."

"You didn't have to snap a picture!"

"Yes, I did. There's a picture of you two like this when you were kids and I thought it would be nice to get an updated version."

Y/N pouted childishly and grumbled something unintelligible as she crossed her arms. Eddie couldn't help but laugh as he peered out from behind Y/N's shoulder to look as Mr L/N rushed off and came back with an old picture of the pair of them cuddled up when they were six and eight respectively.

"There!" he cried, thrusting it into their faces excitedly. Y/N squinted at the photo, looking confused as she examined it. She'd never seen it before. In the image a tiny version of Y/N had fallen asleep against Eddie with the teddy that he'd got her for her birthday squidged in between them. A couple of strands of her hair had made their way onto his face as he stretched his little arms across the teddy to hug them both.

"Huh. You were right. We did look cute." she said honestly, smiling as she handed it to Eddie, who accepted it without hesitation and opened one bleary-eye to scan the picture. His hair was short and, honestly, the only thing that would point out that it was him was his cute little nose. He looked completely different back then. He flipped it over and read the line written on the back.

Y/N, Eddie and their new friend Mr. McBear - 74'.

"Do you still have Mr. McBear?"

Moving before he had even finished his sentence, Y/N's dad reached on top of her wardrobe and brought the teddy bear in question down, tossing the bright pink bear to Eddie, who was obviously very happy that she'd held onto it.

"Oh, he hasn't aged a day," Eddie joked, examining the bear. It seemed like just yesterday that he'd saved up his pocket money to buy her it for her birthday. And she kept it all these years, even after he'd forgotten all about it.

After snapping more pictures, Y/N's dad was soon whined at by his daughter to leave the room. He walked out with a playful and dramatic, "Fine. I'll go. Your dear old father just wanted to reminisce with his little one and she's thrown him to the curb after all he's done for her." He returned to fake plunged a sword into his chest and jokily slumped against her doorframe. "Eddie, watch your heart. Y/N may stab it."

"I'll keep an eye out."

Then he sighed as if he was a lovesick teenager and continued dramatically, "If you don't love me anymore, my sweet Y/N, I'll go!" With that, he spun round and began strutting down the hallway, whistling a tune that vaguely sounded familiar.

It wasn't until he'd disappeared out of sight that she realised what song it was.

"That man..." Eddie whispered, shaking his head in amusement. "Was whistling material girl."

"It's his favourite song."

Now alone together, Eddie had nothing but a smile as he stared down at Mr. McBear and the photo, his eyes lost in nostalgia. "I can't believe you kept him all these years," he muttered as he gently caressed the bear's fur.

"I'd never get rid of good ol' McBear," she whispered, gently rubbing Eddie's back as she rested her head on his shoulder. "He always was my best bud."

"Are you talking about me or the toy now?"

"The bear. I can't stand the sight of you."

Tauntingly, he let the teddy drop to the mattress and attacked her with a kiss, pouncing on her due to that comment and wrapping his arms around her waist, cradling her in his embrace. She giggled as he lightly nipped her bottom lip, smirking when she squealed and squirmed.

It turned out that the weekend was a total write off in terms of their new arrangement as they didn't want to get caught by her dad, which was understandable.

Monday, however, wasn't.

There was no denying that people who bothered looking saw a change in how the pair interacted. At any chance he got, Eddie was touching Y/N in some way. The occasional peck on the cheek. He'd try to hold her hand whenever it was free. If she happened to be standing near him, his arms were firmly locked around her waist. And in any lesson he sat in the seat in front of her, she'd lean forward and plait his hair when she got bored. She knew that they were getting attention, but she didn't care. If it made him happy, and she loved seeing him happy.

All she cared about was his happiness, even if he did act like a child at times.

Hell, he even brought her up onto his lap during lunch once. She'd walked back from the bathroom and was startled when she went to ruffle his hair like she usually did, but found herself being tugged on his thighs. She gave a surprised yelp and fell heavily against him, giggling happily as he wrapped his arms tightly around her and squeezed the life out of her, much to her dismay.

When she regained her breath, she rolled her eyes and smiled softly. "You're such a dork," she laughed, trying to pry her hands from his.

"You love it," he replied with a grin, squeezing her tighter, as if he didn't want to let her go anytime soon.

"Do you two forget that we're here sometimes?" Jeff spoke up from beside them. The duo pulled away quickly and blushed deeply. Jeff shook his head, chuckling as he took another bite of his food, but stopped mid chew when he saw them blush.

Gareth glanced over, curious and raised an eyebrow at his friends before turning back to his food. Y/N noticed and gave Eddie a light punch on the arm. He glared playfully at her, causing her to giggle. It was obvious they'd been caught, but neither felt bad about it and instead decided to start eating.

"So are you two finally dating or what?" Dustin inquired. He was just asking what everyone else wanted to. He knew the answer already. All he wanted to hear was an excuse.

The pair looked at each other then back to Dustin and shrugged.

Who knew the answer to that?

Later that day, they arrived back at her house and prepared for the next step of their experiment. As Y/N kicked her shoes off, she watched with amusement as Eddie slipped on his own sneakers. She laughed as he almost tripped himself up and fell on his face, but managed to catch himself, though not without making a fool out of himself. He huffed while he straightened his shirt out and fixed his hair.

"Smooth." Y/N giggled, leaning against the wall with her arms folded, watching as he shuffled towards her and stood directly in front of her with a goofy smirk on his face. She smiled amusedly, waiting for his next move. "What is it?" she questioned.

"Do you mind if I pick you up?"

"Pick me up?" she repeated incredulously. "Why do you need to pick me up, loser?"

Eddie blinked innocently and shrugged. "Because I want to?" he replied. He moved closer to her so he could rest his forearms on the wall either side of her hips, leaving no space between them. He grinned mischievously up at her as he pushed himself up a bit further to tower over her. "Well?"

"Eh, why not?" He moved in an attempt to lift her but she stopped him. "At least wait until we get up the stairs, stupid," she chuckled, pushing his chest so she could walk up the steps ahead of him. The moment they both reached the top step, she held out her arms and let him hoist her into the air. He caught her easily as she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, laughing happily.

"Thanks for the lift," she joked as casually started biting and smooching his neck, making all kinds of giggling noises as she did so. "I'm surprised your lanky frame can carry me this far," she teased, leaning forward to give his lips a quick kiss.

Luckily, they'd made it to the bed and he just dropped her as a response to that jab. To show off, he managed to keep a straight face as he flexed his biceps at her, posing stupidly like a bodybuilder. "See, there's some muscle there. Some have actually called me the strongest nerd in the world."

"Was it Dustin?"

"Nope. But he would say that about Harrington though."

Further attempting to annoy him, she looked off in the distance dreamily and breathed out, "Steve Harrington. Now that's a man. A real ladies man." She then snapped back to reality when Eddie threw a pillow at her face.

"Shut it," he said, slowly crawling on top of her.

"Come on, I know you like it when I tease you." He rolled his eyes and grabbed her face, pressing his lips against hers forcefully as his other hand ran through her hair, tangling itself with strands and pulling roughly. With a mischievous twinkle, she put on a fake moony voice and mumbled, "Oh, Steve. You're killing me..."

"Stop," he murmured, his voice soft but his hands playfully pinching her hip, causing her to squirm. She snorted a laugh and tried to grab one of his hands, to no avail. He then flipped her over onto her back and straddled her, pinning her wrists above her head and smiling smugly down at her as he leaned his face close to hers. "Not so tough now are you?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

She pouted and asked, "Forgive me?"

"Never."

"I'll let you see my boobs."

"You're forgiven." He took one of restrained hands and shook it. "Pleasure doing business with you."

Y/N giggled as she playfully slapped his arm and shoved him off her. With one fluid motion, her fingers found the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head. She coyly smiled as she tossed it on the floor beside her clothes.

The boy was dumbstruck for a moment, staring intently at her breasts that were still covered by her bra. Her cheeks flushed red under his intense gaze and she nervously scratched the back of her neck.

"Those are your tits."

"Uh-huh, these are my tits."

Nervously, he raised his hands and inquired, "Can I? Can I touch them?" His cheeks were pink and he stared hopefully at her. Y/N nodded, causing him to break out in a huge smile and reach out to touch her breast. She shivered from the coldness of his hands, feeling the slight tingle that shot up her spine. He rubbed circles on her skin, causing her to shudder more. When he pulled his hand back, he asked, "Are you alright?"

"Cold hands."

He looked at his hands again and gasped slightly. "Right! Sorry!" He then proceeded to vigorously rub his hands together, causing Y/N to burst into laughter as he did so.

She reached behind her and went to undo the clasp, but he stopped her. He hadn't taken his eyes off her chest since she'd revealed it, yet his gaze moved to her eyes as he pleaded, "Can I undo it?"

Reassuringly, she nodded and he hesitantly moved for the clasp. At first he looked confused on how to open it but she mimed the action for him, and with a quiet ping, her boobs were released from their prisons.

"Oh," he muttered in awe, his eyes travelling between her nipples and her soft, smooth skin. Weirdly, the first thing he did was give her a thumbs up as if to say 'Well done. Spectacular job.'

Cackling, she teased, "Oh my god, you are such a virgin," and placed his hands on her bare skin. "Grope away, loser."

With a groan, he complied and ran his hands all over her breasts in slow, steady motions, making sure not to hurt her. His palms glided across her curves, causing her skin to tingle and her breath hitch as goosebumps spread across her body. She felt herself growing hot beneath his touch and had to resist the urge to jump up and wrap her legs around him, wanting nothing more than to pull him close.

After a few more seconds of rubbing, he removed his hands and looked up at her. His eyes widened and mouth hung agape, as he stuttered, "Wow.. You really are-"

Before he even finished his sentence, Y/N jumped up and grabbed his shirt, pulling him close to her and kissing him harshly. His mouth kissed further down, dancing across her collarbone and down her sternum. Her breath caught in her throat and she felt her panties start to dampen.

"Eddie?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Can you touch me?"

"I am," he replied, gesturing to his hands on her boobs.

Taking a deep breath, she clarified, "I mean can you touch me, like, down there."

His eyes widened in understanding and he smirked before leaning down once more and placing kisses from her collarbones down to her stomach, teasingly trailing down her jeans. He paused momentarily to look back up at her face to gauge her reaction, and after seeing her expression soften, he resumed his exploration.

With little warning, he tugged at her jeans, opening the buckle and sliding them down her legs. As soon as her pants dropped to the floor, he comfortingly offered, "It feels a bit unfair that you have to be fully naked and I've got all of my clothes on. Want me to take stuff off?"

"You just want to take your shirt off."

"How else am I supposed to show off my tattoos?" he chuckled sarcastically.

Y/N laughed quietly and reached her hand out, grabbing his and pressed her lips to his palm. "Just strip," she whispered.

Without another word, he stood up and stripped himself off his shirt quickly, showing her everything that he had been hiding. "Thank you," he grinned proudly as she gawked at him. Her hands roamed over his chest as she revealed his ink. She knelt on the mattress next to him and kissed every tattoo she saw on his torso.

Finishing with the one upon his heart, she beamed up at him, her lips puffy and her eyes unknowingly doe eyed as he realised he was lost in admiration of her. "You're almost a cliche of a bad boy," she teased, tracing the fine outline of one of his stick and poke that went across his lower abdomen.

"You know it, baby."

He'd never called her that before. Over the years, so many nicknames had passed his lips, but never that. Her face softened and she ran her hand up his arm, feeling how warm he was. He immediately cupped the back of her head and drew her closer, planting kisses all over her face as she leaned back against the pillows.

Suddenly, Eddie began peppering kisses along the inside of her thigh. Y/N tensed and bit her lip, her eyes fluttering shut as she arched her hips towards him, allowing him access to her most private part. She couldn't help but whimper as he lightly traced her sensitive skin with his finger, sending shivers down her spine.

"You sure about this?"

"Pinky promise sure." She held out her pinky and another promise was made.

Once it was clear she was comfortable, he trailed his hand down her thighs and started gently caressing her over her underwear. She moaned softly, relaxing into him.

But before he tried anything else, she instructed, "Give me your hand," and when he did, she took the rings off his fingers. There was a warthog or boar shaped one that she examined closely, her finger tracing the metal tusks as she commented, "This one would actually rip me to shreds."

Just the thought of that made him let out an "Owch."

"Owch, indeed."

De-ringed, she slid his hand into her panties, placing his finger on her clit and guiding it to move in slow, circular motions, which sent shivers all over her body. He pulled them further down her leg with his other hand so he could actually see what he was doing. "That's it," she gasped, reassuringly nodding and indicating he was doing well. "Gradually increase the pressure and, uh, slip one finger - just one at the beginning - and well, do a mixture of this," Y/N instructed, making pumping and curling motions.

Eddie followed the instructions eagerly and soon enough his finger slipped into her, finding her sweet spot. The feel of him touching her there was like a dream come true and she sighed deeply in bliss. It wasn't long before Eddie's finger was buried deep within her as he continued to pump them slowly, drawing more moans from Y/N.

He then added another finger to the mix, causing her to moan loudly. This time he didn't hold back and pushed two fingers inside her, causing her to arch upwards, gasping in pleasure. Just as she was about to fall completely over the edge, he withdrew his fingers, bringing her crashing back down, causing her to cry out in frustration.

"Fuck!" She glared at him, her brow furrowed and her arms crossed defiantly. "What was that for?"

"Sorry," he apologised sheepishly, "I got distracted by the idea of using my mouth instead."

"Do it and I'll forgive you."

Smirking, he leaned down and tugged her panties all the way off, throwing them somewhere on her floor. Y/N closed her eyes while biting her lip, waiting for whatever he was going to do. She felt a cool breeze hit her exposed body and she cracked an eye open, watching as he lowered his head between her thighs, giving her a glimpse of his face as he licked his lips and swallowed nervously.

Without hesitation, he swirled his tongue around her clit in circular movements, causing her to gasp loudly and involuntarily bite her lip. After some time, he finally inserted his tongue, swirling it around the inside of her. The sensation caused her to squirm as her back arched upward. As he laved at her clit, she began moaning loudly.

When he finally lifted his head to watch her, his fingers taking over as he rubbed her clit with his thumb, he found a certain type of satisfaction when her eyes rolled back in her head and she let loose a loud moan. "Oh, shit," she muttered, her words laced with lust, and with her eyes still shut tight "Keep doing that, please."

His smirk grew wider and he nodded his head, continuing to swipe his tongue around the area until he found a particularly sensitive spot, causing her to rock against his tongue, making noises of enjoyment and ecstasy, which got even louder when he fucked two fingers into her, eliciting an even deeper moan from her.

It wasn't surprising that his own hips had begun to move against the mattress, getting himself off; he was so hard that it was impossible not to. He moaned against her clit as her breathing became ragged and her body shook violently, causing her to grip the sheets tightly in response.

"Are you gonna cum? Are you gonna come for me?" he growled playfully, teasing her.

Y/N whimpered and threw her head back, her voice shaky as she cried out, gripping onto him as she squeezed herself around his fingers, grabbing onto his hair desperately. She dug her nails into his scalp, causing him to groan and thrust his hips faster.

In a matter of seconds, she came undone. Eddie beamed at her, admiring her beauty - the way her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen, her breathing shallow, and her hair splayed out on the bed - and continued to lick her, enjoying every last drop as he let himself be overwhelmed by pleasure.

After their orgasms subsided, they lay together with Y/N clinging onto Eddie tightly. His hand rested on top of her shoulder as his other hand trailed soothingly through her hair. "Oh shit, I've just wiped your cum in your hair."

"Eh, I was planning on washing it tonight anyway," she dismissed, giggling as he started kissing down her jaw, drawing her neck into his mouth. "Don't leave any hickeys where people can see them."

Hickeys? He hadn't even thought about the concept of that yet. There was no questioning how excited he was when he inquired, "But I can leave some where people can't see them?" and attached his mouth to the lowest part of her collarbone, sucking on the tender skin. "Like here?"

"Like there."

He nipped at her collarbone as he pulled away, whispering, "Oh, and here," as he moved to another spot. "That's the spot." And another. "Now that one is also good." And another...

"How many do you want to leave?"

"As many as I can, babe."

Chuckling, she thread her hand in his hair and let him leave as many marks as he wanted. She didn't care as long as her dad wouldn't be able to spy them. That would mean a grounding and a definite limit on the amount of time Eddie was allowed over to hang out without supervision.

"Can I leave one on your boob?"

Maybe they did need supervision.

"Go for it."

Almost immediately after she gave her consent, he cupped her breast and brought her nipple into his mouth. He sucked gently, letting her nipple harden. "That feel good?"

"Yes," she groaned, her grip on his hair on the back of his head tightening, gently pushing him further into her skin. He could feel her pulse quickening, and a moan was the only thing he could manage to say as his hand came up to knead her other breast. "Can you take your jeans off?"

"Sure."

In the fastest burst of movement she'd ever seen from him, he obliged, getting off the bed and shimmying his trousers down. She ran her hands over his stomach and down his thighs, bringing him closer.

There was no denying that both of them were clearly still very horny, so she declared, "Do you want me to suck your dick?" Blunt. Straight to the point. Short and simple. He was a little lost for words at her forward nature. "Or do you want to continue tomorrow instead? I totally understand either way."

Whatever resolve he had completely vanished at her words. "No. I mean, yeah," he mumbled, throwing her the sexiest smile he could muster up. "I would like you to put my, uh, my penis in your oral orifice."

"Why the hell did you say it like that?"

"Sweetheart, when you act all, you know, confident and sexy and shit, my brain goes -" He made an incredibly wet sounding demon noise and continued, " I have to rely on my instincts... and they usually suck."

Dumbass. He was a complete and utter dumbass, but hey, that's why she liked him. She let her head roll back as she laughed at him and got to her knees to pull his neck down to kiss her. "Would you prefer to be seated or standing, loser?"

That was a good question. He knew his answer was sitting because what if she was too good at it and he lost all balance capabilities. That was a one way ticket into making a fool of himself and having his dick out. Yeah, that would be a two for one. So, he perched down with his back resting against the headboard, and soon her knees were flush against his thighs.

Taking a minute to compose herself, she imagined the best course of action on how to do this and then placed a kiss under his belly button, reminding him, "The moment you free any discomfort -"

He hooked his pinky around hers and shook. Oh, that was a thing now between them. Cool. So they had this little, secret gesture between them. Like a best friend handshake but for sex things. You know, what typical (not totally in love with each other) best friends do.

Slowly trailing her fingertips down his torso, she reached the waistband of his underwear and glanced back up to his eyes, waiting for him to give the go ahead, which he gave with a swift nod.

With one final kiss on hip hip, she slid his underwear down and was just about to open her lips when the door downstairs whooshed open. "Hey, daughter of mine! Guess who gets to come home early for the next three days because there's a pipe that burst at the plant. That's right! Your old man."

Whoops. They were about to be in a lot of trouble if they couldn't get their clothes back on quickly.

"Shit."

"Oh shit."

Frantically, they found each article of clothing and haphazardly threw them on. For a moment, Eddie couldn't find his tshirt, but she found it and chucked it at him, managing to step into her jeans and pull them up with one hand and throw it with her other. He kicked her bra under her bed when she'd already got her shirt on and slipped her panties in his back pocket when his trousers were tugged up.

Thump, thump, thump as a pair of feet plodded up the stairs. There wasn't enough time to do his belt up and he decided to sit on her desk chair, bringing Mr. McBear to hide the tent in his jeans as she found a book and pretended to be reading out loud to him as she lounged on her bed.

"Did you hear what-" Mr. L/N's head poked into her room. "Oh, hey Ed."

"Hi, sir."

Y/N waved at him, a small smile on her face. "Hi Dad."

"Hey." The older man looked between them suspiciously and grinned widely. "What are you up to?" he asked, leaning against the doorway.

"We're just reading," replied Y/N, trying to look innocent while pretending to be engrossed in the book. it was clear that he was unconvinced. Maybe he was thinking about something else? "So... how was work today?" she asked, hoping he wouldn't catch on.

Work now wasn't something he wanted to talk about, so he dismissed it. "Yeah, it was fine." He leant against the doorframe and joked, "Ed, do you live here or something? I swear you're here more than I am."

To which, Eddie chuckled nervously and shrugged. Excuse. They needed an excuse. And they needed one now. Quickly scanning the book in her hand, Y/N came up with the perfect idea. She tried to be casual as she stated, "I'm helping this dumbass finally pass chemistry. He's not taking senior year again on my watch."

Her father raised his eyebrows, but didn't seem the least bit concerned. "Well, that's good. I believe in you, kid."

"Thanks. Ninety-eight is going to be my year. I'm sure of it."

A few seconds later, Mr. L/N cleared his throat. The couple looked at each other briefly and knew that he was about to ask something. "Uhm, Y/N, I was going to ask you something, but I'm just going to do it now because it's about the both of you."

They exchanged glances again, and Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. What's going on? Mr. L/N seemed to notice her apprehension because he hastened to add, "It's nothing bad, don't worry, it's just that, uh, I gotta ask: are the two you dating or 'going steady' or whatever you kids say these days?"

In shock, they both looked at him like he'd grown another head. It was weird. They'd never discussed this sort of thing before.

"No."

"We're not."

"What made you think that?"

"Us two? No."

"Me and Eddie? No. Us?"

"Y/N and me? That's weird."

"So weird. Like, so weird."

"I've never even thought about it." Lie.

"Me neither." Another lie.

Pretty big reaction from two people who 'weren't' into each other. Throughout the exchange Y/N's dad was pinging his focus from the one to the other, his head flitting between the two. Yeah, he didn't believe that there was nothing between them. After that, even a blind person wouldn't see how into each other they were. "Well, I'm an idiot for even thinking that was a possibility," he replied, smiling so so smugly as he exited her room and before he was downstairs, he called back, "Are you here for dinner, loverboy?"

Both of them froze where they sat. Loverboy?! Was he implying...? Of course there was nothing between them, but Eddie found himself blushing and averting his eyes. "No, I better get back to my Uncle by then. Thank you though."

Tuesday was Hellfire. The day had passed as usual. Breakfast. Class. Lunch. Blah, blah, blah. Just another day. Until the campaign commenced and it was revealed that a Tarrasque was what they had to fight. Well, not 'a', there is only one. It has a challenge rating thirty gargantuan monstrosity that stands a whopping fifty feet tall. Some of the members of the club had been getting a little confident as of late and Eddie decided to knock them back a few pegs.

"Engelbert Humperdinck, what is your move?"

Honestly, Y/N was scanning her character sheet in the hopes of an idea of what to do. There weren't a lot of options left. She had so few spell slots left. Two, to be exact: a fifth and sixth that she'd been saving for when shit hit the fan. Soon, she'd be rendered useless. "I'm going to use my final 5th level to cast a mass cur -" Finally, an idea. "Wait, Mike, how many hit points have you got left?"

"Twenty."

Never one to admit it, but currently Mike's paladin had the best chance at killing this thing because he'd cast holy weapon, meaning that every hit was doing full damage and a lot of it because he was rolling annoyingly well today. "Okay. I change my mind: a sixth level heal is going Sir Timonds way; you lose the blindness caused by Sight Rot and, therefore, you no longer have to take two away from rolls, plus add seventy hp so you don't die."

Why did that turn Eddie on? The biggest grin appeared on his face as she declared her turn. That was his little nerd.

Turns out that was a great move as on the next round Mike got a natural twenty and did a truly insane amount of damage, meaning that the creature had a quarter of their health left now.

Dustin's bard was bound to go down on the Tarrasque turn. "Surrender, you loathsome, disgusting abomination, or I will destroy you," Eddie chanted in a deep, funny sounding voice, which was a strange choice (mostly since the Tarrasque doesn't have a high enough intelligence score to be able to actually speak).

"Eat my ass, you fugly bitch," was the remark that fell from Dustin's lips. Eddie had to bite the inside of his cheek to not laugh. And eventually, the whole table was cheering, "Fugly bitch," everytime the Tarrasque said anything.

Just before the monster took its turn, Y/N slyly winked at Eddie causing him to let the d20 slip out of his hand and clatter to the floor. Fuck. She had such an effect on him sometimes. She knew it too. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as he picked up the d20 and smiled at him.

Trying to ignore the heat rising up his neck, Eddie glanced around and the other members looked at him expectantly. He swallowed thickly. Shit. "What?"

Gareth had to ask, "What did it land on?"

"It fell off the table, it doesn't count."

No. That wasn't one of the rules. Just by the way he said it, they knew it was a low role. Jeff nudged Y/N as if to say, 'you ask, he'll tell you'. So, she did. Resting her head on her hand and leaning closer to the DM screen, she coquetted, "Eddie, what was the roll?"

Eddie's cheeks started turning red, his eyes flicking between the faces staring at him. He hadn't planned on telling her that, so it came out a little stilted and forced, "Two."

"That's a miss on Strange Adrian Yikovich!"

Henderson's bard would be on his feet for another round. Additionally, his time was expanded even more when Y/N used her final slot to cast mass cure wounds and made it so that all members of the party within thirty feet (everyone but Mike) had a nice amount of regained health. n the end, Sir Timonds did drop the Tarrasque to zero and Mike felt very proud about his murder. The session was over and the boys left the room with a bunch of excited chatter, leaving the couple to pack up.

"Did you enjoy the battle today, my fair maiden?" he inquired, bringing her knuckles to his lips to kiss them gently as he spoke. As he did so, Y/N smiled warmly and found his other hand, placing them in her's to sway them.

"Yes, loser. I did, very much so." He couldn't stop himself from grinning in triumph, feeling incredibly happy that he had managed to convince her to join Hellfire in the first place.

As long as she was still beside him, he was winning. She pulled her hands away from his and instead cupped his face softly, giving him a light peck on the cheek, which clearly wasn't enough for Eddie as he took her chin between his fingers and held her in place as he gave her a proper smooch.

"I knew it!"

Busted.

"What did you forget, butthead?" Eddie huffed out, taking his focus off Y/N and glaring at Dustin.

"You guys are totally dating."

There was an awkward silence. Did the kid have to point it out? Did they really have to keep making everything difficult for him? Y/N coughed awkwardly, trying desperately to cover up whatever else she was thinking, and said, "Oh, is that your hat?" She removed herself from Eddie's clutch, retrieving the cap and giving it to Dustin, squashing it on his head and turning his shoulder to push him towards the door. "You don't want to keep your mother waiting now, do you?"

Smugly, Dustin curtsied as a response. He was rewarded with two blank faces, which just made him feel like he was more right. As he got closer to the door, he teased, "Stay safe. Always use protection, kids."

"Get out of here."

He did leave. Eventually. He kept poking his head up to look through the window pane of the door, hoping that they hadn't noticed him to see if they'd return to the previous activity. Now, the thing about Dustin Henderson is that he's very noticeable so they knew he was still lurking. Dustybun soon got bored of watching them chat as they returned the game pieces to their out of game home.

When the coast was one hundred percent clear, Eddie slumped down on his DM throne and made grabby hands at Y/N so she'd sit on his lap. She obliged, turning her upper body sideways so that he could wrap his arms around her waist. "So.... butthead knows about us."

"I'm sure everyone does. You slapped my ass as I walked past you in the hallway earlier."

"That could've been a friendly spank."

Y/N slid her hand around the back of his neck, pulling herself down just enough for him to kiss her. "Was it a friendly spank?" She flirted when they were millimetres apart, her tone teasing.

"It was very friendly."

Before he could close the gap, she slid off his lap and knelt on the ground, looking up at him as she reached for his belt and undid it. Breathlessly, he asked, "What are you doing?"

"Being friendly." She pulled the zipper down, exposing his underwear. Eddie's mouth dropped open, prompting her to smile mischievously. "We're alone here. No father's or uncle's or butthead's. I could continue what I started the other day."

Eddie thought about it for a moment, before accepting her outstretched pinkie and wiggling it. She released him from his boxers and seductively traced the side of his shaft with her fingertip, teasing him with her hand before she sucked him off.

"I overheard Susan Potterspur say that if I hold my thumb like this -" She tucked her thumb into her palm and bent her finger over it. "It lessens the gag reflex. Interesting, huh?"

"Yeah, uh, really int- oh fuck!" She licked the tip and slid his cock into her mouth. Y/N looked up at him with those beautiful eyes of hers, her tongue swirling against his shaft, her breath hot against the sensitive skin on his shaft, and a devilish smile playing on her face as she continued to tease him with her tongue, causing Eddie to moan and grind his hips against her lips.

His fingers dug into the hard wood beneath his fingers while he tried not to buck himself inside of her too far, but failed miserably when she suddenly wrapped her hand around his balls.

Taking a little breather, she pulled back from his cock, her face flushed with excitement as she smirked up at him. He was a mess. A beautiful mess. His forehead was laced with sweat and his cheeks blotchy and pink, but not as pink as his lips, which had firmly been bitten down on so he didn't make too much noise.

"Any feedback so far?"

"No. Yes. Fuck. I don't know. Keep doing what you're doing," he grunted out between breaths. She chuckled at him and decided to move his hands to her hair. He obediently held them there, knowing full well they would stay idle for long.

When she got back to it, she placed both her hands on his thighs as she moved her head downwards to lick the tip of his dick again and again, working harder each time she went down. The sight caused him to groan loudly and he grabbed fistfuls of her hair tightly as she continued working him to orgasm with her mouth. His breathing became heavier, louder, quicker and faster as he tried to control his desire, to control his moans and growls and grunts and whines that erupted from his throat at any second, but every inch of her ministrations, and every single lick of her tongue, brought forth waves of pleasure that crashed through him and threatened to break him completely.

His whole body trembled with each thrust until he couldn't take anymore and came into her mouth with a guttural cry. He panted heavily, feeling his heart race, his eyes shut tight, his teeth forcefully biting his lip to keep from screaming out her name, cracking the skin and drawing blood. The feeling subsided and left him limp on his chair.

Swallowing and taking a minute to compose herself, Y/N carefully redressed him as he regained his breath. He reached and grabbed her bag off the floor to rifle through it, retrieving her water bottle and taking one huge glug to remove the taste of blood from his mouth. She watched as he held it out to her and asked, "Does it taste bad?"

"It's salty, not bad." She accepted his offer of her own drink and took a swig. "So how did it feel getting blown on a grand ornate throne like some spoiled mediaeval king?"

"All high and mighty." She extended her hands to help him to his feet and he trailed a finger down her cheek and down her neck, stopping to lightly trace her collarbone before trailing it back up. "We should go before the janitor locks us in."

Wednesday and Thursday was actually beneficial as she forced Eddie to actually study for once in his life. She had to remind him every five minutes to do his homework as she sat opposite him in his desk, her legs folded underneath her. After that little incident, he was extra attentive to whatever she wanted him to do, and even started taking notes during class.

Well, they were mostly doodles but still... he was trying.

But Friday, there was another complication. Not complication. That implies that it genuinely was a problem and it wasn't. It totally wasn't. He could talk to other girls. Fuck, she'd be concerned if she was the only female he spoke to.

Did he have to be talking to 'little miss perfect' Chrissy Cunningham though? What on earth would they have in common? Everyone knew that she was a nice girl (well, compared to her friends) and was pretty smart and was dating the captain of the basketball team. So, yeah, she had it all. Maybe Y/N was a bit miffed because she had everything she ever needed, and if she didn't know any better, she might have thought that Chrissy Cunningham was perfect.

So, leant against the wall and waited for them to finish their conversation. At first she pretended to be busy with something but eventually gave up on pretending. The moment Eddie noticed Y/N out of the corner of his eye, he stopped mid sentence and gestured for her to walk over, holding his hand out for her to take as soon as she was close enough.

"Y/N, Chrissy. Chrissy, Y/N."

Chrissy smiled brightly at her and said, "Hey."

Y/N returned it politely back and awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck. "Hi." She could tell by the way Eddie's grip on her hand tightened that he wanted her to say something else so she racked her brain to think of anything that didn't sound stupid. "I like your hair. And your nails. They're really pretty."

The blonde's smile grew wider as she replied, "Thanks! And yours is really pretty too! It matches your eyes perfectly!"

"You think so?" Y/N asked hopefully. It's funny, but Y/N always felt a little insecure when people complimented her appearance. Even though she was usually quite self confident, she couldn't help but worry that someone would see through her facade and realise who she really was.

Eddie, however, always reassured her.

"I know so." He cleared his throat, bringing them both back to reality. "So, anyway, your boyfriend is glaring at us over there, probably wondering why you're talking to the freaks." He gestured towards Jason who was standing, arms crossed, his head tilted slightly to the right.

As Chrissy caught his eye, she waved shyly back at him with a smile, earning her a glare. "I better go before he comes over here. Bye Eddie. Nice meeting you, Y/N." Y/N nodded, and Chrissy skipped away, her ponytail bouncing behind her, a smile still plastered on her face.

When she was gone, Eddie turned and gave Y/N a playful nudge. "Oooh. You made a friend."

"Shut up," she retorted, shoving him back. "She doesn't seem as annoying and bratty as her friends."

He yanked her by the waist against him to tease, "Annoying and bratty? Why aren't you friends with them? You'd fit right in." He moved closer to kiss her, but she pulled away. "Please?" He begged, "Just one?"

Giving in in an instant, she grinned. "Fine. One," she conceded. "But only one." He sighed happily and kissed her softly, running his fingers through her hair tenderly.

"You two are gross."

Gareth and Nate had been walking past as they saw the couple kiss. They looked a little disgusted at the display. Gareth scoffed, "Pussywhipped or just too good to hang out with us, Ed?"

"Too good for you idiots." Eddie smirked. "Go home and die. And stop staring at me like that." Both of them laughed, not bothered by the fact that Eddie was clearly Y/N's bitch.

"See ya, saliva swappers," Nate called out as they walked off. Gareth turned and blew a kiss to Y/N and got two sets of middle fingers in return.

Eddie rolled his eyes and muttered a curse under his breath as he glared after them. "Assholes," he mumbled jovially. Y/N let out a laugh and leaned into him as they began their walk towards his van.

"Come on, let's get you home," he smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to her temple before they climbed inside.

The moment Y/N made it to her room she expected Eddie to attack her with smooches or a tackle or a bombardment of questions. But, he didn't.

Instead, he merely walked over to the bed and dropped onto it, sighing happily as he stretched his limbs, his shirt riding up his stomach. He closed his eyes, resting his head on the pillow. Y/N glanced over, her eyes scanning his frame as she took in his beauty once more. A few strands of hair fell from the messy bun he had put it in earlier, framing his face.

She stared at him quietly, watching him breathe slowly with his eyes shut. Then, she walked closer to him and placed her hands on either side of his face. She brushed her thumb along the corners of his lips, then slowly stroked his jawline, caressing him softly with affection. Her other hand gently ran her fingers through his tousled hair, untangling the knots she found there. Finally, she cooed, "Tired, baby?" His eyes opened lazily, and he gazed at her sleepily.

"Yeah, tired. Tired," he murmured dreamily, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to her palm. "Thank you."

Her fingers traced his jawline again and she whispered, "For what?"

Sluggishly, he stared at her with such longing that it nearly overwhelmed her and she swallowed hard. "For caring about me." He gave her a lopsided grin and lay back, letting his eyes slip shut again.

Y/N's heart fluttered. She planted a light kiss on his forehead and crawled into bed next to him. "Of course I care about you, loser. How could I not? I love you."

Shit. Shit shit shit. He can't hear that. Shit. He has to be asleep.

Nope. Not yet. She felt him roll towards her and wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her body closer to his. "I know you do," he replied softly, nuzzling his nose into her hair and inhaling deeply. "l love you too."

It was a simple statement, uttered in such a calm sleepy tone and it warmed her to the core and caused her cheeks to grow warm. After he drifted off to sleep, Y/N laid awake in bed, unable to fall asleep due to the loud pounding of her heart in her chest. She kept turning her head to look at Eddie's sleeping face and admiring his features and how beautiful he looked.

Even while sleeping, his mouth curled up in an adorable little pout and his brows were furrowed. She watched as he breathed slowly and evenly, his mouth slightly open. She couldn't believe she was looking at this guy, the boy of her dreams, whose lips were almost touching hers.

Was she ready? Yes. Did she want this? Absolutely. Wasn't she nervous? No. Yes. Sort of? Maybe? She had no idea. It was hard to think when he was like this; lying next to her, breathing deeply and peacefully, and so gorgeous.

Mr L/N was the one to wake Eddie up. It was an accident, as it had been the first time. He'd arrived home from work and, like usual, wanted to go up and annoy his daughter before dinner, only to find her shushing him as soon as he entered her bedroom.

"Do not go and get a camera," she joked, gently running her hand through Eddie's hair and smiling as he whined in protest.

"Why not?" he asked indignantly. "I'm only here to document your 'friendship'." He made sure to fully emphasise 'friendship' for obvious reasons.

Y/N chuckled, knowing exactly where this conversation would lead. "We're not dating," she reminded him. "We're just... uh, you know, spending some time together. Like friends do." He raised an eyebrow at her but remained silent. "And, I mean, don't act like you don't already have a bunch of creepy pictures, dad."

"You wound me, my little princess." Mr L/N pretended to be wounded by her words. He dramatically placed a hand over his chest. "My own daughter is calling me names."

In an attempt to look cool, her dad tried to lean on the bookcase to his left but hit the edge of a hefty book instead, toppling it over and not reacting in time before it fell on his foot.

"Fuck!" Mr L/N cried out in pain, clutching his foot as he stumbled back into the room, cursing loudly and waking Eddie up. Y/N titterd, covering her mouth with her hand to stifle the laughter bubbling up inside of her as she watched her father hop around.

On the other side of the movement spectrum, Eddie came out of his nap as a confused, sluggish state overtook him. He glanced over at Y/N, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Babe, what's going on?" he slurred.

"Nothing," she replied sweetly. "Dad just dropped a book on his foot and he went nuts."

With a groan, Eddie sat up and rubbed his eyes, trying to clear away the fog in his brain. When he finally succeeded in clearing the haze away, he glanced over to see Mr L/N sitting on the ground rubbing his foot and grumbling curses, glaring daggers at Y/N.

"Usually friends don't call each other 'babe', Y/N." Mr L/N pointed out. Shit. She hadn't even realised Eddie called her 'babe'.

"Uh…"

"No need to be embarrassed, darling. I'm not as stupid as you might think." He got up and hobbled out. "Y/N, ask your boyfriend if he wants to stay for pizza."

She turned to Eddie. "Do you?"

"Um yeah. Sure."

And that's what they did. The three of them ate pizza in front of the television and talked about random stuff. They talked about everything and anything under the sun. It was nice, actually. More than nice really. It was wonderful.

Everything was perfect. Everything seemed right. Nothing felt weird. She never imagined herself being in this situation. But, she wasn't complaining. Not one bit. In fact, it felt good. Really good.

"I better go before Uncle Wayne gets concerned," Eddie muttered as he yawned widely, stretching his arms above his head and grinning happily at Y/N as he did so. "Thanks for the pizza, Mr L/N."

"Don't mention it, son."

Mr L/N grinned as he got up from the couch and ruffled Eddie's hair on the way to his bedroom, giving the two some privacy to say goodbye. As Eddie stood, Y/N followed and they both walked towards the door.

"Remember that the garage said I can pick my car up tomorrow so I'll be at yours around six, okay?" Y/N questioned, trying to refrain herself from pushing him over as he did his laces up.

Eddie nodded. "Okay, sounds good." He finished tying his shoe and straightened up, placing a hand on Y/N's hip and pulling her close to him, "Bye, beautiful," he mumbled against her hair and pressed another kiss against her temple then his hand behind her neck, tilting his chin up and pressing a long, chaste kiss against her lips.

"Bye, loser. I love you."

He hadn't stepped that far away, but at her words, he hurried back for a moment for just one more quick kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist and holding her tightly. "Love you too," he declared against her mouth, feeling slightly delirious that they said that to one another now. He lingered there for just a second longer before reluctantly releasing her and waving as he walked to his van.

When he got back home, he threw his backpack down onto the sofa and flopped onto it with something that was similar to a squeal of pure happiness. He laughed to himself and buried his face into the pillow he was laying on, his eyes fluttering closed as he basked in the joy of finally saying those three little words that had been stuck in his throat for so long. It was liberating, exhilarating even.

The final Friday arrived and he pulled up on her drive, checking how good his hair looked in the rear view mirror, smoothing out his clothes as best he could.

"Long time no see, babe."

Shit. He'd been too busy in his own little world. Eddie jumped as he heard Y/N's voice calling his name from the window and smiled nervously. "Hey, you," he greeted, wondering why she hadn't just jumped in like she usually did.

"Unlock the door, dumbass." He rolled his eyes but obliged after hearing her order. He opened the door for her and took his breakfast from her hands once she was inside. "Your hair looks so good today." Her compliment caused butterflies to stir inside of him and he didn't bother trying to hide it.

"Well, I feel pretty."

"Oh really?" she said teasingly, raising an eyebrow as she leaned forward and raked her hand through his hair. "Ah, you actually washed it for once. Got big plans tonight?"

"Yeah." He smirked devilishly. "A date."

Could planning to fuck be classed as a date? Who knows. "A date?" she gasped playfully, feigning shock. "With whom?"

"Just one of many women who've taken a fancy to me recently, so yes, I may or may not be going on a date."

"What an unfortunate girl."

"That's what I thought too."

The date in question couldn't come soon enough as he waited impatiently, watching as the clock counted down the minute, watching as she got closer and closer. His heart was beating faster, pounding wildly in his chest, sending tingles throughout his whole body. He couldn't wait to make love to her. Make her scream and moan. And he knew exactly how to do it. Well, he had an educated guess.

At the time, Y/N believed that the garage finishing with her car earlier than expected was a good thing. They could spend even more time together, which would be great. But, as she arrived at half five, she noticed movement by a window and decided that she wanted to freak him out a little.

So, she crept up to the window, fully prepared to make some creepy noises and maybe the odd howl or two, and stopped in place.

"Fuck, Crystal, Take it, baby. Take it all."

Fucking excuse me? There was no doubt that it was Eddie's voice. That couldn't be possible! Did he seriously just… Wait? Yeah, right, that was definitely a woman's voice too. It sounded a little strange, but no, definitely a female that wasn't Y/N. So, did this mean that someone else was in there with him? It had to. It was impossible. Right? Unless, unless it meant…

"Oh, fuck, baby. Don't stop. Don't stop, baby."

Her mind raced. This couldn't be happening. No, it couldn't possibly be real. And if she looked further, she could confirm that it was. Yeah, it was best to run away. It was best to get in her car and drive home and pretend that she'd never loved him in the first place because, despite what he may have claimed last night, he clearly didn't love her.

But, as Y/N slowly backed away and started walking towards her car, hoping against hope that this whole ordeal was just some sort of sick joke of Eddie's, her heart sank as she realised that it wasn't. She'd fallen for his bullshit, for whatever reason.

Well, the reason was love. Pure fucking love.

As she drove away, tears pricked at her eyes but refused to fall. If they did, she'd be another heartbroken whiny teen. And she wouldn't stand for that. Besides, she still had to get home and not worry her father. So, she kept her eyes focused straight ahead and made sure to keep driving as normal and not filled with the unstable urge to go as fast as possible.

Still trying to pretend she was okay, she pulled into the driveway and let out a shaky breath as she quickly slammed her car door, sprinting into the house and ignoring her father's shouts of her name as she ran upstairs. Once safely inside her room she slammed the door shut, locked it and collapsed onto her bed.

Tears began rolling down her cheeks as she cried softly, her entire body shaking as she held herself. She wished, she wished so bad that she'd never loved him. It was better this way, right? She just had to ignore it. Ignore him. Ignore the feelings. Ignore them. And then they would go away. They would go away, and she would be happy again. Just as she always should be. Because of course, it had to end like this, didn't it? Of course. Why the hell wouldn't it? She was so stupid to believe otherwise.

All of the princes in fairy tales are douchebags, so why shouldn't real men be just as bad?

She wiped away the stray tears that fell from her cheeks and sighed deeply, trying to steady her trembling fingers and calm her frantic breathing. She needed to calm down. Get rid of the thoughts. The thoughts that were tearing her apart from the inside.

"You're pathetic," she murmured softly, turning her head to look at the photo of the Hellfire Club that she kept on her dresser and smiled sadly as she stared at her reflection in the pane. "How could you ever let yourself love him?" she asked it silently, shaking her head as she tried to convince herself that it was her fault.

Sleep has reparative properties. Rest would fix this, she was sure of it. She huffed out a deep sigh and got under the covers, spying Mr McBear facing her on the desk chair. She reached for the stuffed toy and hugged him tightly, closing her eyes and letting her mind drift off to sleep.

Back in his trailer, Eddie had no idea that he was seriously in the dog house. He waited and waited for her to show up that evening. After almost three hours of sitting around waiting, his patience finally wore thin and he had to take matters into his own hands.

Taking his keys out of his pocket, he drove to her house, parking a bit down the road so her father wouldn't know he was intending to stay the night. He managed to climb onto her garage and haul himself through her window. It wasn't easy. He had to use the windowsill to pull himself over to the top of it, but eventually he found it. He climbed over and entered her room quietly to find her asleep.

Yet, she didn't look happy like she usually did when he came round. In fact, she looked extremely upset, like she was having some sort of nightmare. He approached her carefully and placed a soft kiss on the side of her head. He felt her tense up as he stroked her arm lightly, looking over her with concern. "Y/N?" Her eyes snapped open and she looked up at him, a pained expression on her face. "Are you alright? You don't look very well."

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not." She glared back and roughly turned away from him, clutching the teddy a little tighter to her chest, refusing to make eye contact with him. "Are you sick or something? Did you get Sinclar's stomach bug?"

Frankly, she was not in the mood to talk. Not now. Not ever. She was furious with him. Furious that he'd hurt her. Furious that he'd used her trust and friendship against her like this. She was also pissed at herself. How could she have been so stupid?

"Just fuck off." He furrowed his brows in confusion before moving to sit beside her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close, forcing her to lean against his chest. He rested his chin on her shoulder as he watched her stare blankly in front of her. "Why are you here anyway?"

What kind of a question was that? "We had a date. Didn't we?" He kissed her neck lightly and quietly repeated, "Didn't we?"

"We did," she muttered bitterly. "Did, as in past tense."

"Oh, come on." His arms tightened around her waist and he rubbed small circles on her back as he spoke softly. "I thought you were excited about it."

"I was." She smashed her face further into her pillow and couldn't help the tears that began to stream down her cheeks once again. She really didn't want to cry. Especially not like that. Not in front of him, not like this. Not when she knew that everything was coming to an end and she couldn't do anything to prevent it. Not now. Not while her heart was breaking.

It took him absolutely no time for him to notice how uneven her breathing was and how her shoulders shook slightly as she cried. Gently, he pushed down on her shoulder in the hopes that would make her reveal her face to him but she remained unmoving.

"Y/N, please, talk to me." His voice broke as he spoke the words, a slight hint of panic entering his tone and making him shake her gently. Was he crying? It sounded as if he was about to cry too.

As she continued to cry, he pressed his lips against her hair, inhaling her scent deeply as he wrapped his arms firmly around her and held her tightly against his chest. Almost every fibre in her body told her to get out of his embrace, to push him off and yell, but she couldn't muster enough strength in her exhausted, emotionally drained state to do anything other than stay there.

Because maybe if she didn't push him off, she could feel what it was like to be with him for just a few minutes more.

She sniffled weakly as she continued to sob softly in silence. She had absolutely no interest whatsoever in talking about it. Talking would only bring out the pain she was feeling inside. Talking was not going to change anything.

"Eddie, can you do me a favour?"

"Anything. I'll do anything."

"For the first time in your life, shut the fuck up." His jaw dropped and he instantly closed it, knowing full well she meant what she said. He swallowed loudly and cleared his throat. He didn't say another word as she lay there against him, her sobs gradually slowing to quiet hiccups and breaths becoming steadier as she slowly cried herself to sleep.

Eddie stayed there for hours, allowing her tears to wash over him in silence as he just sat there and held her close, rubbing slow soothing circles on her back as his heart shattered beneath his fingertips.

He wanted nothing more than to reach out and wipe her tears away but instead he stayed silent and simply let her rest in his arms, hoping that she'd eventually feel better. Eventually. He hoped desperately.

Waking in the morning, Y/N expected to find herself alone. And she was. He'd seemingly left before she woke up. Which was fine by her. She wasn't sure how much longer she could handle seeing or speaking to him. But she did miss the sound of his voice. She missed the feel of his arms wrapped securely around her.

Or maybe it wasn't fine. Her hand brushed against the spot where he usually slept and she felt those damned tears wet her cheeks again. God, she felt so awful. How was it possible for someone to actually care for another person and leave them like this? Was it even possible? She curled up in a ball and just let it out, holding onto her knees tightly as hot tears streamed down her cheeks, dampening the sheets beneath her.

Now, Eddie hadn't left. She'd just managed to wake up in the time where he was using the bathroom. And, honestly, him getting out of bed was probably the thing that started to wake her up. So when he returned to her room and saw her lying there, he immediately felt his heart ache painfully in his chest. He couldn't even begin to describe how terrible he felt at that moment. Seeing her like that was like a knife stabbing right into his heart; piercing it straight through.

"Hey, hey." His voice cracked as he caressed her skin tenderly, watching as she flinched slightly at his touch, her breath hitching as she clutched onto the blanket tightly.

"Please don't touch me." Her voice wavered slightly and she squeezed her eyes shut, not daring to look at him. Her words hurt him, causing him to wince and bite his lower lip. He'd never seen anyone look so sad and broken before and it made him angry. Angry because he didn't understand why she was acting like this. Angry because he didn't know what else he could possibly do to comfort her without making things worse.

"Look at me, beautiful." He tried to keep his voice soft and gentle so that she wouldn't snap at him. "Please. Please look at me." Still nothing. "Y/N..."

Finally, after what seemed like ages, her teary eyes drifted upwards, meeting his gaze. There was such hatred there. Pure hatred. It was as if she wanted nothing more than to hit him in the face, break every bone in his body and send him flying across the room. This wasn't Y/N's usual self. This wasn't his Y/N.

"Do you know a Crystal, Edward?" she spat, anger clear in her tone as her fists clenched at her sides.

"Crystal?" He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, confused as to what she was asking him, why she'd ask him that. "No, can't say that I do."

Lovely. He had just said what she suspected was a lie. She sighed tiredly and ran a shaking hand through her dishevelled hair. Of course, he didn't realise what she was referring to.

"Please leave." Her voice was barely above a whisper, yet it caused his chest to tighten as he felt his heart shatter completely. He shook his head and frowned.

"But-"

"I said leave, Eddie." He looked up to see her eyes narrowed into sharp slits, staring at him angrily. He stared at her silently for a couple of seconds before reluctantly rising to his feet, giving her one last sympathetic glance before walking out of the bedroom.

As soon as he was gone, Y/N buried her face into her hands and groaned deeply as she cried into them. And she continued to cry for the whole weekend.

The amount of times Eddie called the house, only for either her father to answer or the phone immediately put down on him was immeasurable. It drove him insane. He was desperate to talk to her. To hold her. Or hug her. He just wanted her to open up to him. To tell him what was wrong. The more she kept pushing him away, the more he found himself wanting to hold her. And he hated that. He hated how much he needed her. How much he loved her.

And it drove him mad. Because all he wanted to do was kiss her. Kiss her until they were both breathless and sweaty. Kiss her until they forget their troubles and everything else. Just her and him together. He wanted that badly. He wanted it more than he'd ever wanted anything before.

School on Monday was...different.

There was something almost unnatural. The air surrounding Y/N seemed heavy and she refused to meet his eye when he walked into the classroom, sitting in front of her like he always did. She didn't want to be near him. Didn't want to speak to him. Didn't want to even look at him. Even though every cell in her body screamed at her that she needed to.

At lunch, she was nowhere to be found..He sighed heavily as he sat down next to Mike, stealing an apple from his lunchbox and taking a big bite out of it.

"Where's Y/N?" Mike questioned curiously, a frown marrying his features as he studied his friend closely.

"Yeah, Ed's, where is your girlfriend?" Gareth asked, hoping that teasing him a little would bring him out of whatever mope he was in. It didn't work. Eddie glared at Gareth darkly and shoved his hands in his pockets before shrugging, avoiding answering the question.

Y/N didn't sit with the Hellfire Club for three days. She also missed their session. Not that she'd admit it. She'd been too scared to. Scared to face Eddie again after everything that happened. But it didn't stop her from missing them, or even the sessions.

Weirdly, on the third lunchtime, an unlikely visitor arrived at the Hellfire table. Chrissy Cunningham. She tapped Eddie on the shoulder and asked, "Is Y/N okay? I see her in the library all the time, I -"

Rudely, he didn't listen to the last part of Chrissy's sentence. He didn't even respond. got up and rushed immediately to the library. She was left a little shocked and looked out at the other boys at the table, giving them an awkward wave before returning to her seat.

There she was. All hidden away in the library like some nerd, Y/N sat in the corner with her Walkman on and a book out. She looked utterly miserable. Eddie couldn't take his eyes off her. He wanted to get closer to her and pull her into his arms once more. He wanted to hold her close and never let go.

Instead he watched as she moved to pick up her pencil and opened her notebook, writing in it quietly. He stood there watching her intently for a few minutes, just admiring her, drinking it all in.

Then he sat in the chair next to her. She knew it was him without even needing to look up. She tensed slightly in his presence but otherwise ignored him.

When his fingers slowly snaked their way up her arm, his fingers gently pulling the pencil out of her hand and placing it aside, she remained completely quiet. That's okay, she just brought out another pencil. Then he took that pencil. So she got another one. And he took that one. And another. And another.

Fuck. She was out of pencils.

Fine, she turned her Walkman up, holding each earbud closer to her ears to really drown him out. He pulled her headphones out.

"Prick." She muttered, her eyes narrowing dangerously at him as she reached up to grab the headphones from his grasp. "Let go."

Eddie leaned back in his chair as he watched her carefully, looking up at her expression and then down at the headphones. "Were you listening to Joy Division?" She simply nodded, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at him. "You always do that when you're sad. Which album? Unknown Pleasures?"

Correct. She pursed her lips into a thin line, refusing to reply to him.

"So, you're not going to answer my questions?" Eddie asked hesitantly, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table. Y/N just continued to glare at him, obviously ignoring his question. "Come on, babe, I'm sorry. I don't know what I've done but I'm sorry." His voice softened slightly, the guilt seeping into his tone.

She looked down. "Whatever," She whispered.

"Y/N..." He murmured, reaching up to place his hand on her thigh, squeezing lightly. "Please. Talk to me."

Her eyes widened slightly at the contact but she remained staring determinedly at the floor as she admitted, "I got to your house earlier on Friday as a surprise."

"So you did come." He smiled softly, knowing that she was trying to avoid eye contact but failing miserably. "Why didn't you come in?"

"You were busy."

Oh. Oh, now he knew who Crystal was.

Unable to stop himself he let out a boisterous cackle, causing the librarian to shush him loudly. "Sorry!" He whispered sheepishly and turned back around to face Y/N. She wasn't there. She had gotten up and walked to put her book back when he laughed in her face.

"Shit. Shit. Shit," he cursed and quickly rose to his feet, rushing to scout for her. It didn't take long for him to find her. She was standing by one of the bookcases, trying to find the proper place for her books. As soon as he spotted her, he rushed towards her, practically tackling her into the wood of the bookshelves.

Each hand was placed on either side of her so she couldn't escape from what he needed to tell her. She was boxed in and forced to listen as he explained, "Crystal is a porn star. Crystal Palace."

"So you fucked a porn star. Good for you." She muttered sarcastically whilst rolling her eyes.

"No. Porn stars are in what kind of movie."

"Porn." The realisation hit. "You were jacking off." Then another one hit. "Why were you watching porn? Couldn't you have waited half an hour."

Nervously, he looked away and divulged, "I stole it from Family Video last week and I originally planned to use it as, like, a guide. But I forgot that it's made to turn people on and... and I couldn't help myself."

Now it was her turn to laugh, "You're an absolute loser," and shook her head in disbelief. Before he could refute that claim (not that he would), she tugged at his neck to bring his lips to hers. It was soft at first, almost hesitant, but the second that they started kissing, he responded. He kissed her like a man starved. Well, since he had been deprived of her for too long.

Despite being in a school library, the kiss got heated rather quickly. He wasn't sure how stable the bookcases were, but they'd soon find out as he pushed her against them, deepening the kiss and grinding up against her, desperate for any sort of touch that would make him close to her again. Any sign that would mean that she still wanted him.

Suddenly he heard someone clear their throat behind them. They broke apart instantly and Eddie whipped around to see the librarian glaring at them.

"Sorry ma'am." He muttered, running a hand through his hair. "We'll take this outside." He offered the librarian a polite smile before grabbing Y/N's wrist and dragging her outside the door, giggling as they walked past the students and towards the exit.

They ended up in the small clearing just outside school, which was empty except for them, the tall grass swaying in the breeze, the sunlight shining brightly through the trees above them as if it were trying to shine light on Y/N's face just for him. As they were alone now, he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly close to him again. Her body fit perfectly against his.

"Eddie, I swear to God." She murmured, playfully poking him in the chest. "Stop being such a horny idiot."

"But it's all I've ever known," he whined, pouting at her. She just rolled her eyes. "And I can't get enough of you! Every minute I spend not touching you is torture!"

She giggled. "Good thing I love you then, huh?" He grinned at her and grabbed her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting it up slightly so he could capture her lips again. He tried to deepen it. To show her that he loved her. More than anything. More than anyone else. And definitely more than porn. His hands slid to rest at the small of her back while hers reached up to tangle in his hair and pull him in deeper, moaning against his tongue.

It felt incredible. It felt so good to be able to touch her again. To feel her skin beneath his fingertips. He was starving for this contact. For her.

After what seemed like forever, he finally pulled away, gasping for breath. He rested his forehead against hers, feeling her breathe deeply next to him. "I'm sorry," she said, breaking the silence. "For thinking you cheated on me. I should've, you know, known you wouldn't do that."

He just gave her a warm smile and squeezed her waist again. "Yeah, it was pretty stupid."

A small smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Can I see this Crystal? What did you say her last name was? Palace?"

"I highly doubt that's her actual name." He chuckled, shaking his head slightly with his nose pressed against hers. "But I suppose I could show you the video some time."

"You suppose." Y/N mimicked. She paused for a moment before adding, "I really am sorry though. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions like that."

Waving it off, he squidged her hip and proclaimed that, "It's fine."

"No, it's not. If I had asked about it when you climbed into my window - I'm very impressed that you managed that by the way - it would've been so much easier. I wouldn't have depleted all the liquid from my body." She sighed, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. "Crying sucks."

"You're telling me." Eddie mumbled as he closed his eyes too. She never even considered that he could've been as much of a teary mess as she was.

The two of them sat like that for a while, leaning against each other, taking in each other's presence and enjoying the fact that both of them were here, together, and no longer separated by the mysterious Crystal.

Eddie's trailer was a welcome surprise when they arrived after school. He opened the door for her, smiling as he gestured for her to go inside.

"Thank you, Ed."

"Anytime, beautiful." He smiled softly, allowing his fingers to linger on top of hers before releasing her hand and walking in behind her.

As soon as the door shut, he pulled her onto him by the waist, wrapping his arms tightly around her and burying his nose in the crook of her neck. A happy sigh escaped her lips at the gesture. She knew what was coming and she couldn't stop herself from tensing up.

"Hey baby," Eddie spoke softly, gently pulling away and cupping her cheek. "You know I love you, right?" He spoke sincerely, making her heart melt a little bit at his words.

"Of course." She replied, smiling at him lovingly.

"Don't forget it." He pressed a quick kiss to her lips before pulling her to his room and pushing her gently down onto his bed.

Once her bottom had touched the soft mattress and her head was resting comfortably on the pillow, Eddie crawled on top of her, straddling her hips while he stared down at her adoringly. This was all that he could think about. The way she was looking at him like he hung the moon; the way her hands felt on his body, rubbing up and down soothingly as she caressed him.

"I bought some condoms, wanna test them out?"

"Did you buy them or steal them?"

"Does it matter?"

Definitely stolen.

To answer his original question, she stood up and yanked her shirt over her head, shimmying out of her jeans, letting them fall to the floor. He took a deep breath and watched as she slipped her panties and bra off, dropping them in a pile on the floor too. He let out a low whistle at the sight of her bare breasts and held out his pinky, which she immediately shook.

They were doing this.

"Fuck," he whispered under his breath as his gaze roamed over every inch of her body. All of her curves, everything about her was perfect, every flaw completely worth it to him.

"Want some help?" She questioned, snapping him out of his thoughts. Without even realising it, he began unzipping his pants. He hadn't noticed what he was doing until she helped him out of his jeans. Once his trousers were removed, she reached down and ran her nails lightly across his thigh muscles. It sent electricity surging through him, sending shocks of pleasure throughout his entire body.

"Baby..." He moaned as he continued removing his clothes. Then once they were both naked and lying down next to each other, he slowly reached over and trailed his finger from one breast to the other, tracing the outline. He didn't stop until he came across the nipple. He placed his mouth against it, sucking lightly as she arched her back and closed her eyes. "God, Y/N," he groaned, rolling the tip of his tongue around it.

When he saw her arch her back further, his hands moved to the other breast. He dragged his mouth and teeth along the soft flesh before sucking hard, leaving red marks in his wake. Y/N moaned loudly, the vibrations causing his cock to twitch in response.

"Fuck babe," he breathed out as she began tugging on his hair, biting at the skin on his shoulder. "Fucking hell." He was barely able to form a coherent sentence anymore. His lips travelled down her stomach, kissing and licking at every inch of her, leaving small marks wherever he went and leaving hickeys everywhere.

But there was no way he was going to be satisfied without touching every single part of her. Even the smallest spot.

So he trailed kisses and bites down her thighs, his hands travelling lower and lower until he found her clit. He smirked against her skin when he felt how wet she already was, the slickness coating her folds and sending tingles through his skin. He began rubbing circles around her clit, keeping pace with her moans, humming a soft tune that matched the rhythm of his fingers.

This bit he was fine with. The bit before he put his dick in her, yeah, he'd done it before. There were no worries about that part.

Slowly but surely, her breathing became heavier and deeper and he heard the hitch of her inhale as she gripped fistfuls of sheets beneath her when he began to finger fuck. Just hearing her like that made his own breathing grow heavy as well.

His fingers stilled for a second as he looked up at her face. She was flushed bright red, her expression contorted into one of utter bliss. She seemed to notice his staring, and smiled widely at him. He smirked back, returning to stroking her clit with his fingers. She whimpered.

That made him grin wider.

"Oh god, Eddie," she begged, her eyes fluttering shut and her voice hoarse. "Please fuck me."

"Sure thing, sweetheart." With an impish grin that tried to hide how nervous he truly was, he placed himself delicately against the entrance of her pussy. He paused for only a second, then slid in easily.

She let out a soft gasp at the sudden intrusion, and his eyes fell closed at the sensation, his hands reaching up to tangle in her hair. When he was fully inside her, he began moving, thrusting slowly at first, making sure he wasn't hurting her.

"Holy shit. Holy fuc-kin shit. Yeah, baby, take all of me," he muttered, his jaw slackening as he began moving faster. He buried his face into her shoulder, trying his best to remain steady. He began to feel dizzy as he kept fucking her with all of his might, unable to control himself. She gasped louder each time he hit her sensitive spot, moaning and writhing underneath him, gripping handfuls of the sheets.

Every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Every moan, every movement, every brush of her body against his caused electricity to travel from his toes to his brain. He clenched his teeth, fighting not to lose it. He was close. Too close.

And he knew she was close too. Her moans increased in volume, sounding like someone who was losing their voice. He could tell just how desperate she was getting. "Shit, baby... You're so tight. So, so tight," he groaned, feeling sweat roll down his forehead.

"Ed-" She called out, panting heavily. "I'm gonna -" He moaned deeply at the feeling of her walls clenching around him. After a few seconds passed, she pulled back, gasping for air as he continued to thrust against her.

"Shit, Y/N. Yeah, just like that," he breathed as she wrapped her legs around his hips and began moving them slightly. He was getting closer to his release now. He could feel the burning desire growing within him with every moment that passed. He grabbed hold of her hand and squeezed as he felt his release, letting out a loud moan as his orgasm took over.

Fully spent, he felt his arms go weak and dropped onto her chest, his breathing ragged and his head spinning. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed gentle kisses to his shoulder as he recovered, nuzzling his face into her neck.

"I think we forgot to put the condom on you," She pointed out, running her fingers through his thick dark locks. He lifted his head and gave her a lazy smile.

"Whoops." He chuckled, pressing a short peck on her lips. With his head resting on her chest, he listened to her heartbeat, enjoying the sound of her beating heart and the sound of her breathing. It calmed him down instantly. She was there. That's all that mattered.

That, and the fact that he finally got to see her naked. That was pretty cool too.

"How do you feel?" He asked after a couple minutes of silence.

"I see why people do that now," she responded, grinning brightly at him. "It feels pretty good."

He nodded in agreement as he looked up at her, admiring her beauty. Her hair falling gracefully down her shoulders and cascading softly across the pillow. Her eyes glazed over with lust, her plump lips pursed together seductively. And most importantly, he loved the way her cheeks blushed whenever he looked at her, how her eyes lit up whenever he said something especially sappy to her.

"Only pretty good?" He teased, then started mimicking her moans in a very annoying fashion that made her slap at his arm playfully.

"Ow!"

"Shut your trap," she chuckled as she snuggled closer to him and closed her eyes. She sighed happily, resting her head on top of his. "You okay? How did it feel for you?"

"I thought I was going to blow the moment I put it in." She laughed again, covering her mouth with her free hand. He raised an eyebrow, chuckling. "But no, I didn't. It was just really intense. Really hot. So hot that I completely forgot to kiss you during it."

Woah, she hadn't even realised that.

"You can always make up for lost time now," she flirted, seductively trailing her finger up his back.

Eddie didn't need to be told twice. He surged upwards, grabbing Y/N wrists so he could pin them above her head as he smashed his lips against hers, devouring her with all the passion that had built up within him. And she returned it eagerly, her fingers curling into his hair and pulling him closer as their tongues tangled.

"Damn," she murmured breathlessly once they finally parted from each other. "We should do that more often."

"Yeah, we should."

They were still losers and freaks, but at least they couldn't be called virgin's anymore.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson & reader

[lestappenforever]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you so much for the tag, @lattesqueeze. 🥹

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 31! I used to have a lot more on my old account, but I deleted them all and the account ages ago.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 182,588 apparently. Jesus fuck, I did not realize it was that high.

3. Which fandoms do you write for? These days? Only F1 RPF, but I used to write for several others, including (but not limited to) Cut & Run, Men's Football RPF, McFly RPF, and Teen Wolf.

4. Which are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Devils Roll The Dice (Angels Roll Their Eyes) - My first Lestappen fic, my baby, my pride and joy

2. 19 Times The Grid Saved Lestappen (And One Time They Didn't Need To) - My first collab fic with the lovely Ilse (@f1writingbyme) 💕

3. Something Unholy - Lestappen lap dance/dirty talk PWP

4. Speak Now (Or Forever Hold Your Peace) - A personal Lestappen favorite

5. No Time For Regret (No Time For Sleep) - Lestappen PWP set after the 2023 Belgian Grand Prix

5. Do you reply to your comments? Why or why not? Yes, I do! I've made it my mission to reply to every single comment I get on my work, because the fact that there are people out there who not only read my work, but they also take the time to leave a comment, is such a huge deal to me and it makes me so happy. The least I can do is make sure they all get a reply.

6. Which of your fics has the angstiest ending? Ooof, I guess The Last Straw? The ending itself isn't the angstiest part of the fic, but the entire thing is angsty as hell.

7. Which of your fics has the happiest ending? I'd say most of my fics have happy endings, but the happiest? Probably Devils Roll The Dice (Angels Roll Their Eyes), or the first sequel Like Snow At The Beach (Weird, But Fucking Beautiful).

8. Do you get hate on your fics? Haven't gotten any hate so far on my current AO3 account! I used to get a bit of hate on my fics when I used to write for another fandom (1D, despite not being a 1D fan myself, I only wrote requests from other people) years ago, though, because back then there was apparently a "right or wrong way" to write fics, and there were always people who thought you were doing it wrong.

9. Do you write smut? I do. Admittedly, it's my least favorite thing to write, but I do write it.

10. Do you write crossovers? I've never tried, and I've never had an urge to so far.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Only one! (That I know of.) It was the first 1D fic I wrote and somebody tried to pass it off as their own. Didn't work very well for them.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not yet, but I was actually contacted by a lovely person who wants to translate some of my F1 fics, which is a huge honor. So it's coming!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic? Yes, I have! I co-wrote a fic with an old friend back in my McFly obsession days, and I've co-written two Lestappen fics with my darling @f1writingbyme.

19 Times The Grid Saved Lestappen (And One Time They Didn't Need To), and Ride The Bull (Giddy Up, Partner).

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship? All-time? I honestly don't know if I can pick because all of my favorite ships have been my all-time favorite ship at the time I was hyperfixating on them. But, if I have to make a choice, I'd say it's a tie between Lestappen and Junes (Harry Judd/Danny Jones from McFly).

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but probably never will? Oh, man, I don't have one because my brain will not let me start a WIP without finishing it. Once I start writing something, my OCD and anxiety kicks in, and I just have to finish it. And if I can't finish it, I delete the whole thing and never think of it again. Which is both a blessing and a curse.

16. What are your writing strengths? Angst and endings, I think.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Smut, without a doubt. Despite having written a fuckton of smut in my life, there is nothing that stresses me out more than when I get to the part in a fic where smut belongs. Reading back my own smut makes me cringe.

18. What are your thoughts on writing in other languages in fics? If it's done properly, I say go for it! I personally don't mind it at all and find it adds depth to a lot of work. Just make sure you use something other than Google Translate if you don't speak the language, and preferably check with someone who speaks the language, to make it as believeable to a native reader as possible.

19. What was the first fandom you ever wrote for? McFly. God, those were the days. I was a literal child back then.

20. What’s your favourite fic that you’ve written? Definitely Devils Roll The Dice (Angels Roll Their Eyes). Writing that fic altered my brain chemistry, and I can still remember how I felt writing the different chapters. And also 19 Times The Grid Saved Lestappen (And One Time They Didn't Need To), because that was just so fun from start to finish.

Tagging @f1writingbyme, @nico-di-genova, and @f1posting (and anyone else who wants to do this and hasn't already been tagged!).

#Personal #My writing #Tag game #20 Questions for Fic Writers

[abovetherainandroses]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Storm here! 🌩 Tysm for the tag @27-royal-teas! <3 I haven't done a tumblr meme thing in forever! And I don't really have any friends on this blog so I don't have anyone to tag, but if you're a writer who follows me, consider yourself tagged! (And also come be my friend)

This got long! I talk too much! Answers are below the cut!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

So I have two accounts lol, because for some reason I decided to make a separate RPF account even though I have other embarrassing things on main account anyway?? Anyway, I currently have 100 fics on my main and 5 on my RPF account.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

Across both accounts, 379,693 words for an average of 3.6k per fic. Longfic? I don't know her.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I usually write for one fandom at a time, but I will revisit/cycle through fandoms. Currently it's Fall Out Boy. Previously, I was writing some MCU stuff (mostly Spider-Man). Also wrote a handful of Good Omens stuff back when S1 came out. I have the most fics posted for Haikyuu (volleyball manga/anime) lol.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Oops I only have 5 fics so far on my RPF account and I'm still debating whether I want this account directly linked to my main.

But I will take this opportunity to tell anyone who needs it not to put too much stock into kudos!! Kudos count relies on a lot of factors, but a big two are fandom/ship size and when you post the fic relative to the height of the fandom's activity. (Getting in early with a fic right after a new movie/season/etc. comes out so you're one of the first fics for the New Thing can be huge too.)

External validation is obviously very nice but if you rely too much on it, you're not gonna have a good time.

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

Comments make my entire life and I always want to respond to them, but I inevitably fall off because the brain energy isn't there, and I keep putting it off, and putting it off, and putting it off, and then it feels too late. But seeing as I only have 5 fics on my RPF account, I recently went and responded to everything, even if it was years late. In the past few weeks I've actually gotten responses to some comments I left on fics like 3 years ago so it inspired me, haha.

I myself am not always good at leaving comments (continuous goal to get better at it), so I really appreciate the people who take the time to leave kind comments for me and I want to express that appreciation.

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

I don't usually write angsty fic... I'm too softhearted. That said, I have made a few forays into angst, but Your Mileage May Vary on which one is the angstiest. Is it the major character death? Is it the one where they're soulmates with the last words they'll say to each other written on their skin, and in the end it's not death that separates them, but their own inability to have a functional relationship with each other?

Or is it the one I didn't even think was super angsty and tagged "bittersweet ending" but then it made a bunch of people cry? I'm still like "...my bad" about that one lmao.

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

Fluff is my lifeblood and almost all of my fics have a happy ending. I couldn't tell you which was the happiest, haha. Again, I'm incredibly softhearted, and also a big sap. I cannot deny this!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thinking very hard... I have been posting fic for............. several years so it is possible I am forgetting something but nothing comes to mind! I have always felt too relatively unknown for haters, which is just fine by me.

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

"What kind" lol. What does that even mean. Listen, my kink is holding hands during sex and being ❤️ in love ❤️ (I mentioned I'm a softhearted sap, right??)

Sometimes I might explore some light kink but nothing too hardcore imo.

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

Again, I've been writing/posting fic for several years, so I could be forgetting something, but I don't remember ever writing a true crossover. Though in my personal definition of fandom terms, crossover = characters from fandom A meet characters from fandom B. I have written a few fusion AUs in my time (characters from fandom A existing in the world of fandom B), which you could say falls under the crossover umbrella. For example, I've written Kingdom Hearts characters in a Pacific Rim AU and Haikyuu characters in Dragon Age AU.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. Though I did once see (this was a SUPER long time ago) someone repost my fic on tumblr the same day I posted it on FFN, even though I also posted the full text of the fic on tumblr myself. They credited my FFN account, at least, but like. Hey. Don't do that.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, I've had some fics translated into various languages! It's definitely an honor that people want to share some of my stuff in other languages and take the time to do that translation work. I try to ask people keep translations on AO3 but it hasn't always succeeded so there are some translations of my works floating around on foreign language fic sites... Ah well.

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

I successfully co-wrote one (1) fic with one of my friends years ago. I've tried a few other times to co-write fics (including with the same person) but none of them ever finished... Co-writing fic is hard! Idk how to do it effectively. I've done a handful of fic/art collabs with my wife though!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I don't know that I have a single all-time favorite ship, but Peterick is definitely the current fave. I........ adore them. So much.

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

Listen, I am a hoarder of WIPs and a clinger to delusions that they will one day be finished. But okay, one of my peterick WIPs from 2016-2017 that I really liked but highly doubt I'll ever finish is a no-band, dating show AU where Pete is the eligible bachelor on a queer offshoot of the Bachelor/Bachelorette and Patrick (through machinations by Joe) ends up as a contestant on the show. Patrick is camera shy and does not want to be there, but he made a deal with Joe to stay til he was eliminated. Pete, who just went through a public and messy divorce with Ashlee, does not want to be there, but he was guilt-tripped into using his moderate fame to help bring viewership to the underfunded little queer show.

Pete finds out Patrick never wanted to be there in the first place and offers to eliminate Patrick. I will copy/paste the next bit from my gdoc:

"[...] pete’s like what if…i didn’t eliminate you and we just stayed friends and hung out and stuff and patrick finds himself agreeing bc pete’s a really nice dude and they have a lot of interests in common

But then Patrick keeps sticking around through the weeks and Patrick and Pete fall in love and both end up having separate private crises because they agreed to be friends. Patrick sees Pete spending time with other candidates and clearly being attracted to them and it sucks because now Patrick is in love with Pete and Pete isn’t considering him at all. Meanwhile Pete is having a good time with the other candidates and sure there’s lust there and even some like but he can’t stop thinking about how perfect Patrick is for him except for oh wait Patrick doesn’t even want to BE here and Pete was the one who convinced him to stay and now he’s fucking in love with him."

Blah blah blah, stuff happens, Pete eliminates Patrick in the last few weeks then when he has to make the choice between the final two candidates, calls Patrick and confesses to him instead, blah blah blah, happy ending.

Anyway. I wrote 11k of that fic and I was about 1/3 of the way through. It will never be finished. But now I've told you all about it and that's good enough, right?

16. What are your writing strengths?

Internal narration and emotions. Tightly focused fics that span 1-3 scenes. Spelling and grammar.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Longfic or fic with several scenes that take place over an extended stretch of time. Related to that, coming up with external plot events rather than just internal conflict HAHA. Describing the setting/environment so the characters don't just exist in a nebulous empty space.

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

As with most of my preferences re: fic, it depends on the execution. It can feel clunky and maybe even cringey, or it can feel natural and realistic. Just be intentional about how you're using it. Also, it always helps if you know a fluent speaker who can review it for you but understandably you may not always have someone like that.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Warrior... cats...

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

This is impossible to answer hahahaha. Certainly if we look at my main AO3. But if we're looking at my grand total of 5 (as of yet) RPF fics, I can say that I'm still quite fond of get us right (quitters never win), a fob AU fic where everything is the same but they all have minor superpowers, featuring empath!Patrick and telepath!Pete.

Aaaaand we are done! If you got this far, I am giving you cookies.

#why do i talk so much #storm talks #genuinely feel like i owe anyone who reads all my rambling something #come talk to me about peterick and give me fic prompts or something

[auncyen]

tagged by @cateringisalie - tagging @darrelodin, @bad0mens (but don't feel obligated obviously!)

How many works do you have on ao3? 138

2. What’s your total ao3 word count? 434,082

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Persona 5, Octopath Traveler 2 are the active ones; previously wrote quite a bit for Bravely Default and some for Final Fantasy VII.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Perhaps unsurprisingly, these are all P5 fics. Also the top two really ARE the two fics I started on the p5 kinkmeme lol! (They had non-kink prompts as well)

When the Cat Dragged In the Trickster (2172) - AU where Ann is the PT leader; when Morgana runs away, he recruits the delinquent who sits behind her in class. Hiatus'd for way too long, I do want to resume it I just kind of. psyched myself out hard lol

Our Partner is Who? (1471) - no metaverse AU. Plays fast and loose with how Japanese school works to force Ryuji and Ann to work with "the scary delinquent" for a project. They realize he's not as bad as the rumors say.

Infringe (1039) - not all Joker Palace fics do this (or have a fairly ironclad reason for doing it), but a number have the thieves break the rule of a unanimous vote to investigate Joker's Palace behind his back. This is about how that could go wrong.

Stall and Crash (997) - Things go very wrong during a battle in Shido's Palace when a status effect sends Joker's mind back to the interrogation room.

Overload (623) - Minutes after summoning Satanael, Ren collapses in Shibuya square. Spurred by a prompt about giving p5 a p3-esque end (though, notably, Ren doesn't actually die...but at the point it leaves off, he's not in a good state, either)

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

I try to. I don't always. I have a bad tendency to overthink and so I can get myself with "am I saying this right/did I respond to everything/AUGH IT'S BEEN TOO LONG".

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

Oh gosh if you wanna go way back in time to fanfiction.net I feel like some of the Shadow Hearts fic might count lol BUT actually. In recent ao3 memory. Killing Hope is a fic that explores a timeline where Ren sold out his friends in the interrogation room, and now that he's dead and most of the Phantom Thieves are captured, Akechi is setting out to tie up one last loose end. It is 100% a bad time.

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

Heaven Never Could Describe reunites Maruki and Rumi. Like it could have been even sappier. But it's already pretty sappy.

8. Do you get hate on fic?

Not really. I've occasionally gotten overbearing crit or a backhanded bookmark ("not as good as [different fic with somewhat similar premise]") but in terms of getting outright hate I've been lucky.

9. Do you write smut?

No. Like I have, if you really dig through ao3 and ff.net profiles you can find it, but I barely read it and the stars gotta align for me to want to write it.

10. Do you write crossovers?

No. Occasionally I like to pitch an idea off the cuff but it's rare for one to compel me into writing. Do think p5 x aa fics are fun but I haven't had any particularly strong ideas for one myself.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not to my knowledge.

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

No, I haven't had the best luck with partner projects so I always feel like that might just drive me and/or the partner nuts lol

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

Tiznes is still pretty nice lol although I feel like OF ALL TIME it'd probably have to be Clerith.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

Overload would be nice to finish but is probably dead in the water. To be fair to myself, it was spontaneously spurred on by an ask and never did have a firm plot to begin with, just headcanon about what couldcause Ren to have a near-death experience at the end of p5. There were some vague thoughts about how to have him recover/how MUCH he'd recover (one idea was that while he recovers enough to do basic self-care like eating/dressing and can hold conversations and do some simple tasks, it's dicey, at least in the fic's time frame, if he'll ever recover enough to be fully self-sufficient in the future and the team recognizes that and tries to help him have a safety net)/even a thought about pulling in p5r elements (it was started before royal came out but has no contradictions iirc) but at this point. it's easier to say "that was interesting but I don't know how to finish it" and move on.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I feel like I'm fairly good at digging into characters and getting their motivations right?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Getting stuck on projects in ways where I feel like I can't even write like I can string one word to another but I've completely lost any perspective of how anything connects in an interesting way

WHEN THE BRAIN FOG ROLLS IN IT'S LIKE SILENT HILL

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

Don't lol

I have done it, in a very old Shadow Hearts fic, but honestly unless the POV character has decent proficiency in the target language they'd have trouble parsing it anyway, and if they're fluent they can just understand and "hear" it as...what it means in the language you're writing in. There are occasions it may make sense but I think most time it's more trouble than it's worth.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Shadow Hearts according to my ff.net profile but that's because I deleted my very first ff7 fic off there lololol

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

for all the headache it's caused me I do like When the Cat Dragged in the Trickster

for an oldie tho. I like What Crossdressing Says About Character (ff7 fic about Cloud & Aerith in the sector six segment).

#persona 5 #writing #meme

[chainofclovers]

3, 8, 16, and 27 for the writer’s asks! 💖

Hi! Thank you!

3. how you feel about your current WIP

Depending on how actively you define WIP, I have between 3 and 5 stories that count as true active WIPs.

I'm writing a thing about Nora studying in Italy and being visited by Rebecca & crew that I just need a bit more time to work on and I think I'll really be in a flow!

I've got a Keeley/Ted-centric story that I've been actively thinking about since last September so I have so many weird 3D life memories of thinking about this fic in different places and I feel anxious about whether the actual in-docs version of this story could live up to it.

I've got the third installment of Boy-Crazy Rebecca going and it has been frustrating but I had a realization that what I'd been thinking of as two separate stories (three and four in the series) needed to be combined into one, with the plot of "story four" as a framing device for story three. So I have hope again lol.

And the other two are kind of non-things right now, barely what you could call paragraph form.

8. if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…

I won't cheat and just say the sequel that I'm already writing. I think I'd enjoy writing sequels to anticipate or salt, although I don't have any plans to.

16. favorite place to write

My writing desk! Looking out at my front yard and getting distracted by people and dogs walking by. Usually with a scented candle burning. I try to keep that desk to be a spot only for creating things and communicating with people, so it's an incredibly happy place for me.

27. your favorite part of the writing process

I love the very beginning, when all the glittery ideas/vibes/intentions are at the forefront of my mind and I haven't gotten bogged down by anything yet. And I love the point approaching the end but not yet having to deal with things like the final line or the title. If I'm working with a beta/editor, that point when I've gotten their comments back and have hope that I'll be able to finish the story. Or if I'm working solo and self-editing only, that point when I start to taste the end and feel motivated to write more quickly.

#more fic writer asks #meme #asks #thesumdancekid