#it's one of my fave things that i have written and i'm really proud of it

[evesbeve]

sollertia | Kaebedo Fic

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: None

Summary:

“Something the matter, Captain?”

“Not your best work, is it?” Kaeya asks and raises the sketchbook so Albedo can see what he is looking at.

Albedo places down a test tube and crosses his arms. “I thought you’d be flattered.”

(Or: Albedo draws Kaeya, again and again, but the three stupid strokes of a pencil are not what the Cavalry Captain wants to see.)

#this is my magnum opus btw #it's one of my fave things that i have written and i'm really proud of it #kaebedo #kaeya #albedo #kaeya alberich #albedo kreideprinz #genshin #genshin impact #fanfic #eve writes

[finelinefae]

soft

synopsis: girls with cute tummies and soft thighs and extra chub in different places can also date hot popstar boys okay? okay.

word count: 2.1 k

contains: plus size reader, non au harry, fluff, mentions of body image and insecurities, harry being obsessed with his girlfriend

A/N: the start of a new thing called 'soft girl sundays' which I'm starting !! i wrote this for wp a few months ago but it's one of my fave things I've written so I'm re-posting it here. it's cheesy and fun and harry's obsessed with his girl !! i know for a lot of us girlies sometimes it feels like we take up too much space and we're always made to feel smaller mentally, physically, in every way really but you have much of a right to be here as everyone else so take up alllll the space u need !! women are beautiful and majestic no matter their size 💘

. . .

My girls' in the audience tonight.

I look past the curtain across the stage and see her in the VIP section.

Even without the stage lights shining on her, she's glowing.

She's wearing a shirt with my initials stitched over her heart and every time she lifts her arms, I see her soft tummy and the dimples on her back when she spins. Her thick thighs are on show as she wears the smallest pink skirt known to man. Her hair falls past her shoulder and down her back and her cute cheeks turn pink as she smiles when she speaks to some of the team who stand with her. 

She's the living embodiment of the divine feminine and I can't ever seem to get over the fact that she's all mine. 

The music begins to play and I watch as her face lights up with excitement. She's seen this show over a few dozen times but she never fails to be just as excited as the first time she saw me walk on stage with a hickey on my neck that she'd put there moments before.

When it's my queue, I skip onto the stage and my ears nearly burst as the sound of people screaming over the music starts to fill the stadium. She's smiling, she's cheering, she's singing the words to every single song. She's so pretty and she's all I see.

When the show ends, I walk backstage to my dressing room. Normally I'd run into a car and get the Hell out of there before crowds of people start to fill up the streets to get home, but this time, Y/N was here and I knew how much anxiety she felt whenever we had to rush to be somewhere.

I walked in and accepted the compliments from my team after another successful show. Paris was a city I held close to me so it was always a fun time when we played.

I gulped down a glass of water and felt arms snake around my waist. I immediately grinned when I saw the lilac-painted nails that matched my very own. I feel her nuzzle her face into my back before I twist in her embrace and look into the eyes of the girl I love with everything in me.

"Hi baby," I whisper, stroking her cheek that still had glitter on it.

"Hi Harry," Y/N murmurs, her eyes tired but full of happiness.

"Y' okay?" I hold her, feeling her soft skin beneath my hand. She was so soft and cuddly.

"I'm okay." She smiles, lazily. "You did so good up there. I nearly cried,"

I laugh, "You always nearly cry."

"That's because I'm proud of you." She shrugs.

We sit on the couch and she straddles my lap, her skirt riding up and I nearly choke when I catch a glimpse of her lacy underwear. I put my hands on her thighs and squeeze them softly. "You excited for our trip tomorrow?" I asked, staring at her lips and suddenly feeling the temptation to kiss them. I did and she happily accepted.

We had a few days before the next show so we decided to head down to the South of France and spend a few days in Nice. We haven't been on a trip together in a while other than the tour locations so we made the most of the little time we had in between shows to spend as much time as we could together.

She nods, "I bought a new swimsuit just for the occasion."

I groan, my head falling back against the couch, "You kill me."

She giggles, "love you."

I immediately smile. "I love you too," I kiss her.

The morning after the show, we woke up early to make our flight down to Nice. Y/N whines the entire time because she's not a morning person and refuses to step one foot out of bed until I force her.

She sleeps on my chest the entire journey there, wearing an oversized hoodie with the hood up. "My whole heart is inside y'." I murmur as her cheek presses against my chest and makes her lips all pouty, light snores falling from them. I lightly push some of her baby hairs back from her face and trace my thumb over the soft skin of her cheek.

We arrive and head straight to our room at the hotel to drop our bags off before heading to the beach. Y/N immediately opens the doors to the balcony and gasps when she looks out at the view. "Harry, it's beautiful," Y/N says in awe.

I come up behind her and wrap my arms around her tummy, squeezing the softest part of her. I loved all the parts of her but her tummy was my absolute favourite. She always complained about it. How it stuck out when she wore tight clothing and even more so after eating. 'Harry I already have a tummy? Why punish me further by making it bigger after I eat? Seems unfair don't you think?'  I'd spend the whole journey home telling her how beautiful she looked and how I loved watching her enjoy the food she loves and then I'd hold her in bed and run circles on her little, bloated belly because I had made it my life's mission to show as much love to the little chub of a tummy she had.

I pull on my swim shorts and a white linen shirt, leaving the buttons undone. I pack my beach bag for our beach towels and my book as well as my film camera and sun lotion.

Y/N walks out of the bathroom. Her hair in loose curls from the heat and her face already sunkissed and pretty. My mouth falls open when I take in the small, blue bikini on her body, revealing her soft curves and every perfect inch of her.

"Do you like it?" She blushes, acting like she's not the hottest girl I've ever seen in my entire life.

It tied at her waist and around her neck, my immediate thought being how easy it would be to take it off her and spend the entire day in bed, making out or whatever. I honestly couldn't care less as long as she's there.

"Baby," I dropped the bag on the floor and made my way towards her, pinching her chin between my thumb and forefinger and tilting her head back so I could kiss her at the perfect angle.

She whines and the sound nearly has me dropping to my knees. "You're fucking unbelievable."

"You really think so?" She bites back a smile, "You don't think I need to hide my stretch marks?" My heart aches at how unsure she sounded, the fact she even had to ask made me want to pick her up and kiss each stretch mark on her body.

"No, my love," I shake my head, kissing the stretch marks at the top of her left breast and feeling her heart racing at the delicate touch. "You have absolutely nothing to hide from anybody. Y' beautiful and you're mine,"

She smiles and kisses me again.

We head down to the beach to the reserved sunbeds. Y/N lays out her towel and sits down to apply sun cream to her arms and legs. I help her do her back, massaging her shoulders and trying not to combust as she rolls her head to the side and moans at the feeling.

I literally have a crush on this woman.

And she's my fucking girlfriend.

What did I do to get this lucky in life?

"Let's go in the water baby," I held her hand and we walked to the water, stepping in together.

She wraps her arms and legs around me when we're deep enough in the water. I squeeze her ass and she gasps, swatting me gently. "What?" I look at her innocently.

"There's people watching." She hides her face in my neck and I turn us both around to catch sight of the paparazzi hiding behind the trees and snapping pictures of us.

I release a sigh and pull her face back to get a better look at her. If there was one thing that could make my girlfriend second guess herself, it was the paparazzi constantly posting her pictures online and allowing people to berate her for how she looked.

"Please don't let them ruin your day my love," I kiss her shoulder, still holding her in my arms. "I promise, you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

"You promise?" She pouts.

"Feel this," I reach for her hand and guide her to the small bit of chub on my hip.

She gasps, "You have chub too!"

I rolled my eyes but smiled at the same time, her excitement was adorable. "Everyone's got something they're insecure about. No matter how hard I've tried I can't seem to get rid of it, maybe it's from all the cakes you've been making but how am I meant to say no to such a pretty face?"

She squeals in delight when I pinch her sides and giggles as I press kisses to her face. "Wanna go and sunbathe for a little, baby?" She nods and we both walk out of the water so she can sit in the sun for a bit.

I spend more time in the water and come out to find Y/N verging on the brink of sleep. I smirk as I crawl between her legs and lay between her thighs, sighing softly as I turn my head away from the sun and press a kiss to her inner thigh. She reaches down and runs her fingers through my wet hair, her nails scratching my scalp.

After midday, I order food to be sent up to our room. Y/N's passed out on the sunbed so I gently shake her awake, "Hi baby," Her pretty eyes flutter open, "Need you to drink something darling, you've been in the sun for a while." She slowly sits up and rubs her eyes with the back of her hand. I unscrew the cap of the water bottle and pass it to her, watching as she almost drinks the whole thing.

"I got us room service to be delivered. Want to head back upstairs for a bit?" Her cheeks were red and her hair was all frizzy due to the humidity. She nodded and we packed our things up and made our way back to our hotel room.

Our food was already laid out on the balcony by the time we walked into the room. I had left the air conditioning on so the room was nice and cool since Y/N struggled to sleep when it was too hot and stuffy.

She was wearing my linen shirt over her bikini and I couldn't help but stare at her ass as I followed her to the table outside.

There was fruit, bread and pastries laid out on a spread at the table as well as a glass of red wine and some orange juice. Y/N sat on one of the chairs with one leg hitched up as she ate some of her baguette and cheese, her favourite snack to eat when we were in France.

"Are you having fun, my love?" I asked, taking a bite of fresh watermelon.

She nods quickly, "It's the best. Anytime with you is always the best,"

"Come sit here," I motion and move my chair out, patting my thigh. She doesn't hesitate and stands up to sit down on my lap.

I kissed the back of her neck and put one hand on her hip, my thumb traced the edge of the waistband of her bikini bottoms, slipping under the material to trail soft circles over her hip bones.

"I'm keeping you forever, I hope you know that," I murmur, appreciating this intimate moment between us which didn't happen as often as I liked them to but we made do.

"I hope so," She whispers.

I loved this girl for all she was. There is nothing in this world that could change just how much I adored her.

"Harry," She says my name, "This bikini is pretty easy to take off you know."

I choke, eyes widening and seeing the smirk on her face. I pick her up, her legs wrapping around me and her ankles locking behind my back. "Is that a challenge or a request?" I kiss her lips, tasting the saltiness of the sea on them.

"Both," She says in between kisses.

This girl. 

#softgirlsundays #harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagines #harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles writing #harry styles fic #writing #fic rec #harry styles au #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you

[dapper-lil-arts]

Do you have any top tier horse yuri fic recs?

Hmm, i got a couple, lemme think

This one is a very sweet slice of life EG Sunset x Scitwi one, its got a lovely interpretation of the characters; With the expected but very welcome pairing of cool punk girl and adorable nerd. and i plan on doing fanart of it! The writer knows her stuff nyeheh =v= This is the best "Rarity and Applejack get drunk together and mushy stuff happens" Fic i seen out there, a trope that is surprisingly recurring, ive seen others like this! But this one is the best, hands down. A mutual of mine wrote it and its just a wonderful time! This one is a super fun horror esque rarijack fic where rarity is haunted and applejack tries to help her. its got fantastic prose and its just damn lovely! I've done fanart of it before, its a sweet one, and its also just a really interesting direction to take Rarity's character that i'm almost sad to not see more of. Overpowered rarity whennnn Although i don't ship twilight and trixie, this fic of this pairing, that is still ongoing, is fucking hilarious. The comedy has wonderful timing, and the takes on the characters are endlessly entertaining

Stay tuned to this wonderful fic of Rarijack anthros (Inspired by the ones i designed, too!!) 'cause its gonna have a sex sequel that i've already gotten a sneak peek or two of, and i'm frotthing at the mouth about it. biting things even (i sketched the cover btw!)

This fic isn't rly horse yuri but its 1000 words of Sunset Shimmer being the utter insane badass i always wished she was; and I will continue writing her like so. I'm glad to see another writer also concidered the same

If you're like me, and think that sex is funny, this fic and it's two sequels are for you. Sunset Shimmer throws a party of deranged proportions that ends in debauchery and indulgence that nearly destroys the fabric of equestria; and it's consequences are hilarious. This is a rly cute short trans rarity fic, and it has a delightful amount of rarijack within. utterly adorbs. Almost sad to see it so short! Finaly, i'd be amiss to not recommend the fics i've written myself; Here are my two biggest and most awesomest i've done: The Return of Midnight Sparkle Is a take on MLP where there is no EG universe, and rather, Sunset Shimmer is brought to the mane 6 per twilight's request, and she absolutely does not feel like she belongs, and its a narrative about her desperate attempts of fitting in; and dealing with the fallout of her failings. I put an inordinate amount of effort on this one, even drawing covers for each chapter. I went DERRANGED with the idea of "what if sunset shimmer was on FIM and also it was gay as fuck." i basicaly wrote an entire season of the show and its finale. If you're a fan of Sunset Shimmer and Twilight Sparkle as a pairing, cannot recommend enough. Here's some of the art i made for it. Insanely sick chapter covers im super proud of The Princess and the Peasant is an all you can eat buffet for Rarijack enjoyers, I've taken the baseline of the story of "shrek 1" and i made it about Applejack and Rarity; And also expanded upon it and fixed some of the annoyances with the og story (No third act misunderstanding! On the contrary. Third act understanding. SEX.) The humble farmer Applejack has to rescue fair Princess Rarity from a dragon keep, and escort her across Equestria to ensure that her farm and family are safe. Of course, on the journey, those two grow a bit close... Too close. VEry very very veyr close. Here's a comic i've made of one of my fave scenes of it lmaooo Cannot express enough; If you're a fan of rarijack? This fic is EVERYTHING for you.

#writing stuff #ask #thanks for the ask. Please read my fanfics #I've been CHERISHING writing lately #its been an utter joy #fr fr

[marvelsswansong]

deja vu

summary: As Steve drives around Hawkins, he's haunted by the break up and the sight of you dating Eddie Munson, doing all the things you and him used to do. Steve still gets deja vu.

tags: ex!Steve x fem!reader, current Eddie x fem!reader, jealous & sad Steve, soft and protective Eddie, equal parts angst & fluff, song fic (love u miss Olivia), one OC named Ethel, oneshot, ngl my fave/best thing I've ever written

☆ word count: 5.2K+ ☆

a/n: this fic idea came to me as I was falling asleep and I GRABBED my phone aggressively and put it into my notes. I'm super super proud of how this turned out and can only hope you readers enjoy it as much as I did writing it!

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞. ⚠️

Steve doesn’t know where he’s driving to as he hops into his maroon BMW, his feet pressing on the gas pedal as he swerves onto the empty road. It’s a sleepy Tuesday afternoon. It’s also the first week of spring break, meaning half of the people in the town have left for vacation - lakeside houses in Iowa, hiking in Oregon, visiting family down in Texas - and the small town of Hawkins feels even smaller. There’s barely any vehicles passing by him as he enters the main road, his eyes staring at the blinking orange light ahead with no particular emotion.

It’s the 15th. He vaguely remembers Robin inviting him to the arcade at five pm, but it’s not even noon. Deciding he’d best just drive around to kill some time, he takes a random left turn, only slowing down when he sees your car in the parking lot of the new ice cream store in town. The sight causes a harsh tug at his heartstrings - he hasn’t seen you since… since the breakup. And before he can talk himself out of it, he’s pulling into the back spot of the half-empty lot and rolling down his windows to look into the store. 

You’re sitting by the window, your legs swinging off of the high stools, your manicured nails tapping lightly against the marble countertop. You look good - scratch that, he thinks. You’ve never not looked good. But it’s a stark contrast to how he last saw you: teary eyed, heaving chest, trembling breaths. Now your face has its usual vibrance back, your skirt perfectly ironed and your floral blouse unbuttoned just a few buttons from the top. Then someone’s arm wraps around your shoulder and you look up at the new figure, a dazzling smile appearing on your lips.

Steve’s stomach drops when he recognizes the face. Eddie Munson. The tall metalhead sits right next to you, feeding you spoonfuls of strawberry ice cream as your glossy lips part and take in each sweet bite. Eddie makes a joke and you laugh, and Steve thinks back to his days at Scoops Ahoy.

“Are you sure you aren’t breaking the rules by giving me free ice cream every time I visit?” you teased, leaning your head against the counter as Steve adjusted his uniform. You waved at Robin at the back, who gave you a quick smile before returning to her inventory work, as he shrugged and pecked you on the lips quickly.

“Oh no, I’m definitely breaking the rules by giving you free ice cream every time you swing by.” 

Your eyebrows raised and you let out a shocked gasp.

“You’re breaking the rules for me? Careful, Harrington, I’m not too sure what my visitation rights would be if you land in jail.” 

Steve rolled his eyes at your antics, but he didn't mean it. It was playful, it was fun, and besides, he couldn't really focus on anything else whilst you stood there waiting so pretty for him: wearing that green marbled dress he’s begged you to wear again since last Christmas. He quickly looked around the store - the only other people aside him, Robin and you were a couple who had already been served fifteen minutes ago - and motioned for you to sit down on a nearby chair, before sitting down across from you with a cup in hand.

“We got this in yesterday. Try it, it’s a new flavor.” Steve gestured to the cup, raising a plastic spoon to your lips, but it was a bit hard to reach across the small circular table so you had to stand up to accept it. You hummed in delight, your tongue flicking towards the edge of your mouth. 

“It’s really nice. Something like… strawberry and rum, maybe?” 

Steve motioned for you to stand up agaain and you complied, confused, letting out a surprised laugh when Steve then yanked you onto his lap, insisting that this was the easiest way to feed you ice cream. You tried to break out of his grasp but his hold was too strong, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other already reaching to feed you another spoonful, so you decided to accept defeat and relax.

“Don’t you wanna try some, babe?” you teased, looking down at him. Instead of reaching for another spoonful, Steve opted to pull you down for a bruising kiss, his tongue teasing your lower lip. It was an excuse to get the ‘full flavor’ and he’s smacking his lips when you two pull apart with a giggle.

“You’re right, this is good.” 

“Told you.” 

The memory doesn’t last long when he hears the chiming bell of the store ring out, indicating that someone has just left. It’s you and Eddie, Eddie tugging you towards the roof of your car before you sit down on it, your lips still sticky and messy from the dessert. Steve can’t hear what you two are talking about from this distance, but he sees in his rearview mirror as Eddie pulls you down to kiss you, causing you to bat at his chest lightly and laugh. The sight practically mirrors you and Steve just months ago and that realization makes him sick to his stomach, and Steve’s more than glad when you two speed away in your car to god knows where. 

Steve shakes his head sideways, trying to talk some sense into himself. He’s being crazy. He’s being paranoid. He’s being jealous for no reason. 

It’s spring break. There’s no way he’ll run into the two of you again. 

Right?

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The new Starcourt Mall is nice. Even nicer than the original version, Steve duly notes, and most of the shops have been replaced with new ones. Steve doesn’t recognize most of the new shops that have opened. Lots of chic clothing stores. A homeware store where the barber’s used to be. A bakery where the nail salon was.

Steve stops walking, lowering his sunglasses when he finally recognizes one of the stores. The vintage bookstore, one that you absolutely adored and dragged Steve to whenever his shift ended so you could see what new arrivals there were. The store’s owner, a sweet seventy year old woman named Ethel, absolutely adored you and gave you discounts whenever you swung by. Steve remembered how much he used to hate it whenever you wanted to go book shopping (he loved being around you, of course, but you tended to take forever to decide on a book). But now he wished nothing more to be in there with you, nodding half-heartedly as you talked his ear off about the genius of John Steinbeck. 

It’s nostalgia that then draws him into the store, the smell of leather bound books and chamomile scented candles filling the air, as Steve walks into the newly refurbished outlet. Ethel spots him immediately, waving him down empathetically and crushing him with a hug. He chuckles at her enthusiasm as she pulls away, gesturing to his ‘bad boy’ outfit (leather jacket, white shirt, levi jeans). 

“My, my, Steve Harrington! Look at you, young man. Looking dapper than ever. If only I was fifty years younger and still spry, I’d be real sweet on you.” she jokes, her southern drawl making the compliment even more sweet. Steve smiles, genuinely, for what feels like the first time in months. 

“Aw, and here I was thinking you were already real sweet on me.” Steve pouts, causing Ethel to laugh.

“It’s really good to see you, Steve. Haven’t seen you around for a while, how’s (Y/n)?” she asks casually, and it’s clear she means absolutely no harm. But the mention of your name feels like a stab in his chest, his stomach twisting in anxiety and fear as he struggles to think of an appropriate response. 

“She’s… good.” he decides to settle at that. “I haven’t seen her around so much either. We, uh… broke things off.” 

Her expression twists into one of sympathy.

“I’m sorry to hear that, Steve. But things always work out for the best, so try not to dwell on it too much. Now if you’ll excuse me, I got some work to do.” 

Her eyes trail off to a customer at the back waving for the woman’s attention, and with another light squeeze of his hand, she’s off towards the back of the store, leaving Steve alone in thought. Do things really work out for the best? Had the break up been for the best in the first place?

Steve decides it doesn’t matter. He hasn’t taken the time to properly think about how things ended - he’s told himself that in a world filled with death, supernatural entities and cold missing persons cases, he’s got too much on his mind to think about frivolous things like break ups. But he knows deep down that’s an excuse. It wasn’t frivolous, you were far from that. 

“Are you sure you’ll be interested?” your voice rings out from the entrance, causing Steve’s eyes to widen in fear before he randomly picks up the thickest book he can find to cover his face. Eddie’s chuckle is unmistakable as Steve moves towards the corner of the room, hiding himself between the cards and magazines section, lowering his book ever so slightly to gaze at the sight of Eddie lacing his fingers with yours.

“I swear on my life princess that if it’s a book you pick out, I’ll finish it.” 

Steve feels like a total creep, watching the two of you stroll through the endless aisles of books, but he can’t help it. Eddie’s fingers are linked with yours the exact same way he used to hold your hand, and when you ask Eddie to pull down a book from the top shelf, with Eddie lightly brushing you to the side before climbing up the ladder and presenting you the book with an exaggerated bow, Steve’s taken back to Valentine’s Day of last year.

“I love you but I also can’t believe your idea of a perfect date is a bookstore.” Steve grumbled, looking up at the wooden ceiling in boredom. You knocked your shoulders with his, a playful smile on your face as you placed your hand within his.

“Come on, Steve! You promised we could go anywhere I wanted. And I heard that the new Stephen King novel is in this week.” 

Steve tore his gaze away from the endless rows of books and onto your face, full of hope and joy. His resolve softened then and there - it was almost impossible to say no to you, not when you gazed at him with those doe eyes and pouted your lower lip forward, teasing him. Letting out an exaggerated sigh, he mumbled a quiet “fine” before letting you drag him from aisle to aisle, carrying a stack of books as you would stop, compare a few, place one into his arms, and continue shopping. 

“I thought we were just here for the Stephen King book.” Steve complained, his arms feeling sore from the weight of the books as he placed them down onto a nearby table. You sighed, crossing your arms. 

“We are! I’m just trying to find where they could be.” you complained, feeling as if you’d already looked around the whole store. Then, Steve saw it: a bright red sign and a poster advertising the new arrivals, with a row of the new Stephen King books adorning the top shelf. 

“Stay here for a second.” he commanded before slipping away.

“What? Steve, what are you-” 

Steve brushed you lightly to the side before gripping the railings of the wooden ladder, carefully extending upwards to get the novel. The ladder wobbled slightly and you were quick to stabilize it, looking up at him with such genuine worry it made his heart melt. As Steve hopped off the final step, he placed the book into your hands, a smirk adorning his face.

“Ta da.” 

You gazed at the cover with marvel before eagerly kissing him, your lips tasting of peaches.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever! I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” 

Steve placed a hand onto your back before pulling you in close, his gaze lowering down to where your cocktail dress ended.

“I can think of a few ways you could make it up to me.” 

But back in the present, you’re not kissing him. You’re not even the one he’s holding hands with as you’re too busy doting on Eddie, brushing stray hairs out of his eyes as the two of you wait in line. Steve zones out the excited conversation you have with Ethel at the counter as you gesture to Eddie, introducing your new boyfriend to her. It dawns on him that there’s a chance Ethel will point him out in the crowd and mention that he's also here, which makes Steve hurriedly drop the book covering his face and run back into his car. 

His lungs are burning and the sight of Eddie gazing lovingly at your figure keeps repeating in his head, Steve's knuckles turning white with the force with which he squeezes the steering wheel. Tires screeching, he makes a bee-line for his house, ready to get away from it all. 

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Turns out, however, Steve can’t run away from you. There's not a single goddamn place in this town that he doesn’t see a remnant of you in, where your touch and scent doesn’t linger and burn his skin. He goes to the community pool and remembers how you’d push him into the cold waters while giggling, water droplets dotting your perfect skin as you smile mischievously at him from above. He tags along for movie night with Jonathan, Nancy and Robin at the cinema, only to be reminded of how you’d insist on splitting the sweet and salty mix popcorn, and your habit of clutching onto his upper arm whenever the film got a bit too scary. It’s made even worse when Steve realizes even the fucking outdoors - surrounded by endless greenery and clear waters - are tainted with memories of you. 

“You know, just because you’re graduating this year doesn’t mean you should be skipping class.” you drawled, sipping on the glass of orange juice laid out on the picnic mat. “I managed to get my parents to call me in as sick today because I aced my calculus exam, but you’ve got no such excuse.” 

Steve rolled his eyes at your comment, discarding the button up shirt he was wearing before turning around to admire you in the sunlight. School was drawing to a close and summertime in Hawkins had finally arrived, the temperature always a pleasant mid-twenties and the sun shining brighter than ever. You were staring at his shirtless chest unabashedly, a polka dot dress thrown over your body, your face shielded from the sun thanks to the straw brimmed hat you’d brought along to the picnic. 

“What are they going to do, expel me? It’s the final week of school and I’m Steve ‘King’ Harrington, they’re not going to do shit.” 

His obnoxious confidence made you sigh, your left hand extending to pop a grape into your mouth. 

“If only they knew how you’re more like a brat than a king.” you teased, the summer wind tickling your face as Steve gasped in mock horror. 

“You wound me, babe. Is this how you should treat your loving boyfriend who is skipping class to provide you with a first class picnic?” he questioned, causing you to grin.

“You’re right, I’m very sorry.” you whispered, climbing onto his lap and kissing his face. Your skin was warm, thanks to the sun kissing your bare skin. All he could hear was your lips melding against his, and the distant flowing of the river behind, the sun reflecting off the placid waters in small twinkles. Everything was pefect and Steve was utterly, purely intoxicated with you.

“I love you so goddamn much.” he confessed, breathless.

He meant it. Every word. Enough to scream it off the Grand Canyon. Your smile was just as genuine.

“I love you too.” 

So Steve can’t help but ask about how you’re doing when he’s driving Dustin back from a Hellfire Club session, trying to come off as disinterested and casual about it as possible. The question makes the young boy’s expression sour, before he looks up at the older boy with a weirded out look.

“Why are you asking me about how your ex girlfriend is doing?” 

Steve shrugs, attempting to keep as neutral of an expression on his face as he can manage.

“Just curious. Heard that she’s with Eddie Munson, the leader of the Hellfire Club or whatever those game sessions are that you keep attending.” 

At the mention of Eddie, Dustin’s eyes light up, and jealousy pierces his heart again. Damn it, was he going to have to compete with Eddie again, this time for Dustin's attention?

“Oh yeah! Eddie’s super cool, you’d like him I think. Yeah, they’re together but she doesn’t come around much. Once in a while she’ll drop in, usually with cookies or food for the group. She makes the best chocolate chip cookies.” 

Steve knows that already, and the thought just makes him feel more nauseous. 

“Is she… happy with him?” he hesitantly asks.

If Dustin recognizes what Steve is trying to pry into, he doesn’t mention it, simply nodding along.

“Definitely. They’re so in love it’s like, kind of gross. She sits on his lap and watches the game and it’s cute but also makes finishing the session harder because Eddie gets distracted by her playing with his hair or kissing his neck.” 

The force with which Steve stops the car makes Dustin double over, caught from falling completely forwards by his seat belt.

“Dude, what the hell!” he exclaims, placing a hand on his chest. But Steve doesn’t care, his mind is racing with the thoughts of when you and him would babysit the kids: Max, Will, Eleven, Lucas, Mike, Dustin, Erica… And you’d be sat on his lap, playing with HIS hair and kissing HIS neck, whilst Steve attempts to watch over the kids get a restful night’s sleep. 

“Sorry. Uh. Red light.” is all Steve can offer in response, before hurriedly driving to the Henderson household.

He knows where he’s going afterwards. 

---------------------------------

It’s dark when he pulls up to your apartment. You’ve done really well for yourself, Steve thinks, managing living alone whilst your father works overseas and your mother takes up extra shifts in her uptown office in New York. Despite only being a senior, you’re miles ahead in maturity and intelligence compared to your peers - it was and still is, one of the many things Steve Harrington admires about you. Your perseverance, your resilience, your independence. You don’t need anyone, you’re self sufficient and reliable. 

There’s a light in your bedroom despite the ungodly time of the night. One am on a Sunday. After driving Dustin back home, Steve had chickened out and locked himself in his room, agonizing over the decision to drive up to your house and say hello. What would he even say? What would your expression look like? Would you hug him and say hello, or would you scream and kick him out before he even got his foot inside the door? 

His mouth tastes sour as he now stares blankly at your front door, oak and painted baby blue, as he remembers the last time he was here. 

It was pouring rain. Steve kept calling your name, asking you to get back into his car to talk, but you weren’t having any of it. 

“Baby, please, let me explain-” Steve desperately called out, his hands attempting to grab your wrist and pull you against him. But you shrugged off his hold, your eyes flaring with unbridled anger as you spun on your heels to look at him.

“There's nothing to explain, Steve. I saw what I saw. And what I saw was some random cheerleader kissing you."

His throat felt dry, his skin burning despite the constant downpour raining from above.

“I didn't know she was going to kiss me, I swear! A-and I pushed her off-" Steve started to explain, but you weren't having any of it.

"But you hesitated." your voice broke as you spoke, which in turn broke his heart. "I saw you, Steve. It took you a couple seconds to push her away."

Steve's mind spun with an array of emotions, his thoughts a jumbled mess as he tried to spin a sentence together.

"I-I know, but-"

"Why didn't you push her off right away, Steve? Answer, you coward." you pressed.

The sound of rain furiously hitting the pavement was the only sound filling the silence, Steve's breaths coming out in harsh pants as he cursed under his breath and squeezed his hands by his side. He could feel the guilt crashing down onto him all at once, an endless pit forming in his stomach.

"She reminded me of Nancy." was all he could offer, the confession shooting straight through your heart. The heartbroken look on your face - one devoid of anger or shame, nothing but pure heartbreak - would haunt Steve's dreams for weeks to come, as you slowly hung your head.

"But she doesn't mean anything to me! I was just, uh, lonely and I was drunk and you've been in New York for so long-" Steve continued, only to be cut off once more.

“Oh, so this is all my fault?" you angrily questioned, screaming at his face.

“No, no! I’m not saying any of that, I just-” he tried to explain again, but you weren’t moved at all by his pleading tone and desperate gaze. Crossing your arms in front of your chest, you instead let out a dark laugh, hopeless and dejected, before looking back up at him.

“You know I can’t help it that I can’t always be around you. We’re in different grades. My parents are outside of Hawkins most of the time. You knew I had to be in New York with my mom for a week. You know that Nancy is with Jonathan now and that I'm nothing like her. So why-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence as tears began to pour from your eyes, your voice wavering in the wind. “Why am I not good enough for you?” 

That sentence broke his heart all over again. There were a million things he wanted to tell you then and there - it wasn’t your fault. He was scared about what he was going to do after high school. He was scared thinking about what you would do after you graduated, you seemed too successful and above it all to stay here with him. He was scared about finding his identity, a life outside of the bubble of Hawkins High where he was the king. 

He felt like he couldn’t talk about it with anyone. Then whilst attending the end of the year party, a pretty cheerleader came along who looked a lot like Nancy and began flirting with him. You’d missed his calls and he was drunk. She touched his face, laughed at his jokes, built up his ego. It registered in the far back of his hazy mind that she was probably flirting with him, but he liked the attention. Then she'd kissed him, and Steve's mind was slow to push her off, his mind swimming with thoughts of his first love. Back when life was simpler, back when things were much simpler.

He didn't miss Nancy romantically - not really. But he missed the time of his life that she reminded him of.

But then your face appeared in his mind and he shoved the cheerleader off, apologized, said it was a mistake, only to get up to see you standing by the entrance. You'd come back early from New York to suprise your boyfriend, only to see him being kissed by another girl. You ran out before he could catch up to you, your car speeding away from him.

He took a cab to your place but you weren’t home. You’d disappeared into the night, and he’d just only managed to catch you now, a week after the incident, by coaxing you into letting him take you home on a very rainy day when you had no umbrella. 

“You’re perfect, (Y/n) (L/n), this wasn’t your fault at all. I’m the fucking idiot, I swear I can explain, I never meant to hurt you. She doesn't even mean anything to me, please, please give me another chance-” Steve's hand reached out to grab yours but you dropped it immediately, pulling up the ends of your cardigan. You were shivering from the cold but your gaze was determined, your jaw clenched as you stared into his eyes.

“I hate you, Steve Harrington. Don’t ever talk to me again.” 

And that was that.

The sound of a window opening caught his attention in the present and you were seen climbing out of your bedroom window with a blanket, before scooting over to make space for someone else. Eddie joined you quickly afterwards, balancing a cup of tea in his hands, before pulling you right up against him and covering the two of you with a blanket. The sight made Steve sad - he knew how much you loved to sit on your rooftop and gaze at the stars. 

The sad smile on his face faded when your gaze fell onto the street below, your eyes narrowing in on the familiar sight of Steve’s car before your blood ran cold. Recognizing the sudden shift in your mood, Eddie straightened up his back, asking if you were okay.

“I… Steve…” you trailed off, lost for words.

“Steve? As in, your ex Steve Harrington? Where?” Eddie nearly shouts, putting down the cup of tea on the windowsill behind him whilst looking around. His eyes fall onto the BMW with Steve sitting awkwardly in the driver’s seat, waving at them from the ground. 

“What does he want?” your boyfriend growls, knowing how much you're still wounded by Steve's actions. You shrug, a million thoughts racing in your mind, before you decide to stand up and climb back into your bedroom.

“Are you going to talk to him, princess?” he questions.

“I… I mean, I haven’t seen him in three months. And he’s driven all the way here so… why not, I guess.” you anxiously rub your left arm, and Eddie’s quick to embrace you in a hug and look down at you with a protective gaze.

“You don’t have to talk to him if you don’t want to, princess. I can tell him to piss off whilst you stay up here looking pretty.” 

His gesture makes you smile, but you wave his suggestion off.

“No, no… I …. I want to know what he has to say.” 

Eddie sighs, clearly displeased.

“Fine. But I’m coming down with you just in case he gets weird.” 

Steve’s breath hitches in his throat when he finally takes in your appearance from up close. Your hair is still styled the same. Your nails are painted pastel pink, matching your pink skirt, but this time you’re wearing a Hellfire Club shirt on top. Your fuzzy socks are awkwardly shifting against the wooden floor as you swing the door open, a cautious look in your eyes.

“Hi Steve.” you breathe out, unsure of what else to say. The tension in the air is suffocating, and Steve can barely manage a hello back.

“Hi (Y/n).” 

“HI STEVE!” Eddie obnoxiously yells from the back of the living room, making sure that your ex boyfriend knows he’s also here. You sigh at his antics, a small smile gracing your face. 

“Eddie’s here, but you already knew that, probably.” 

“Yeah I did.” 

Both of you are silent for a few moments, the only sounds in the night being the sound of wind blowing through the trees, before Steve awkwardly coughs and tries to speak.

“So I uh… wanted to speak to you about… us.” 

“Okay.” you respond, leaning against the door frame. Shit, what was he thinking? What was he even going to say? 

“I wanted to say that I…. I miss you.” Steve starts off slowly.

You blink at him a couple of times, completely taken back. That was not at all what you expected him to say.

“You… miss me?” you repeat, dumbfounded.

“I do. Wholeheartedly. I was a fucking idiot for letting you go, (Y/n). That day we broke up, I should’ve camped outside of your house to tell you the whole story. I didn’t kiss that cheerleader because you weren't enough. No, it was the complete opposite. I was insecure and anxious and jealous because I knew I could never match up to you.” 

His admission makes your expression soften, urging him to further explain himself.

“You’re this… brilliant, amazing, beautiful woman with her whole life ahead of her. And I was afraid of whether or not I could continue to keep you when you’d graduate soon after me and have all these options in front of you. I didn’t want people to think I was weak or that I needed Hawkins High to make me feel like someone so I didn’t tell anyone, including you. Yeah, that girl looked like Nancy, but I wasn't attracted to her for her looks. She just made me nostalgic of the times back when I was with her, in high school, and life just made more sense. And that was a mistake for me to not be honest with you about that. But no mistake could ever compare to me kissing another girl and hurting you. You didn’t ever deserve it and I am a complete asshole for that. I am so, so, so sorry.” 

You’re silent for a few moments, and Steve’s heart thunders in anticipation. 

“Thank you for the explanation. And the apology.” you respond sincerely. Steve then takes one step forward, which makes Eddie tense up from the back.

“And I miss you. I miss you so terribly. There isn’t a single damn place in this fucking town I can visit without thinking of you. I miss being able to call you mine, to hold your hand, to fall asleep with you on top of me. I… I really screwed up, babe.” Steve admits, and that makes Eddie spring into action - quickly pushing you behind him before staring down at Steve with a murderous look.

“Listen, Harrington. You said your apologies and she forgave you. Don’t overstep any boundaries."

The tension between the two men is only broken when you tug on Eddie’s shirt, silently telling him with your gaze that you were fine and that you could handle it. Appearing back in front of Steve, you don’t protest when Eddie’s arm wraps around your waist from the back, protectively keeping you close to him.

“Steve… I’m really grateful that you showed up to explain yourself and apologize. And that you’re opening up, which I know sometimes is a bit hard for you."

He nods. He knows what you're about to say next, but it doesn't hurt any less when you respond.

“But I don’t feel the same way. I’m with Eddie now and he makes me really happy. So if you really care about me, you’ll let that be. And maybe we can be friends or something, but… I can’t be your girlfriend.” 

The admission hits him heavy, but he knows it’s the truth. You’re being more than kind to him right now and he knows he’s being unfair, pleading for your love whilst you’re already in a happy relationship.

“Harsh but fair. Classic (Y/n).” Steve replies, forcing himself to nod with a watery smile on his lips.

You return the smile as Steve sighs, shoving his hands inside of his jean pockets.

“Friends is fine with me. Robin’s been getting on my ass recently anyways because she hasn’t been able to watch bad horror movies with you for a while.” Steve jokes.

“Tell her I’d love to swing by Family Video any time.” you tease, punching him lightly in the shoulder. Steve chuckles lowly.

“I will.” 

Steve then slips back into his car, watching you and Eddie disappear back into your house from the rearview mirror. The urge to drink is palpable and Steve decides to make a stop at a nearby gas station, buying a beer brand he’s never even heard of.

As he’s drinking the can, leaning against his car whilst staring at the night sky, he wonders if he’ll ever stop getting deja vu.

-> a/n: I'm sorry, Steve Harrington. I really did him dirty in this fic ik (i love him but I needed the story to flow a certain way, you know). Anyways. I hope you all enjoyed it! Please let me know if you did by commenting/liking/reblogging, it lets me know that I should write more!

❤️ Drink water, nourish your body and be kind to yourself today ❤️

#steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x you #eddie munson x you #steve harrington x y/n #eddie munson x y/n #steve harrington oneshot #eddie munson oneshot #1k

[ahungeringknife]

slightly new and improved Writeblr intro

About me

I'm bb (bibi, and BB are fine but not Bb, that's a writing signature not mine), 30+, queer, she/they, and I like to write.

My fave genres are fantasy, scifi, and romance. Sometimes with historical fiction and slice of life thrown in too.

I have a probably unhealthy amount of OCs and I want all of them to kiss.

I write both fanfic and original stuff.

I mostly post my own writing, writeblr games, and posts that give me crazy OC thoughts to be tagged. I don't reblog a lot of writing advice or self deprecating writer posts because honestly? Couldn't be me.

I did a HUGE writing challenge this year that was an attempt to write 365 1-shots. One a day. I failed but that's okay. I wrote like 200 of them and that's great and I'm proud of myself.

This is a side blog. I follow from @xaz-fr

I love asks and tumblr messages. I do writeblr games but I could really use some writeblr friends to tag in the ones I do get :,D

I'd love to look at your stuff. You should def show me your writing in a reply or reblog :3

Main tags (that aren't WIPs)

#365 - the big year long project. It has some original stuff, and some fanfic. Lots of adult themes. Lots of original spooky stuff. Lots of 'horror and love are the same thing actually'. Things that are Very Adult are posted on AO3 with a link.

#Fey Alliance - catch all tag for my main setting, the Fey Alliance

#rattling - headcanons, world building, story thoughts, character questions, commentary. Mostly any original posts that aren't writing.

WIPs

The Zealous Servant - Dark high fantasy with lots of magic, necromancers, gods, and political drama. The main character Spayar needs to help his friend the crown prince kill the entire royal family before they turn around and do the same to him in order to claim the throne. Very queer, and is written for an adult audience not YA.

Entropy - My main fanfic WIP from the Destiny 2 fandom. Follows my OCs on their journey to bully the fuck out of Shin Malphur; resident Worst Guy Ever. Along the way he gets a hot girlfriend and I force him to have some actual friends because his lone wolf shtick is tired and stupid lol.

Lonos [working title] - This is a backburner one I need to really hash out a bit more. So I'll probably be posting a lot of rattlings about this one. Vaguely middle eastern appearance in setting about a traveling circus where all the players are also mercenaries for hire. Post a massive plague that wiped out almost all the magic users on the continent and the ones that are still around are viewed as cursed or unclean. (I swear I had this idea before the panny :,D) Gonna be a big long gay slow burn. For adult audiences.

Witchbane - Another backburner one I need to churn out some rattlings about. Steampunk set in a country called Ravthica where everyone thinks magic isn't real. When Spencer's parents go missing he's got to start believing in magic real quick when the hag that lives on his family's property tells him witches kidnapped his parents and the only way to get them back is to kill them. But witch hunting isn't exactly easy and he needs the help of some Wild things to find the witches that want his family and their witch hunting dogs all dead. For YA audiences.

#writeblr #writblr #writeblr intro #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #writers and poets #creative writing #writers

[this-is-krikkit]

✍️ Fic authors self rec!

When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to other writers you know. Let's spread some self-love! 💛

[your turn 😉]

thanks for sending this back, Val! ✨

had the hardest time picking, but here we go:

5. no shortage of nutcases

i wanted to write and post a crack fic for so long, and this is one i think is genuinely funny! in a slightly chaotic way lmao. it's also a huge crossover between 4 fandoms, which made it challenging to write even though it's very short. i'm very very proud of it!

4. lose

i really didn't expect this fic to have such a high (for me) reach and get so much positive feedback. it means a lot to me personally, and i'm honored every day i get that kudo email and see someone has left some on this specific work!

3. silence treatment

"unreliable narrator", when used right, is imo the absolute best thing that can ever happen in any media/story!! and i think i did a pretty okay job at it in this fic, esp with the unexpected angst angle. this is one of those fics where i envisioned what i wanted it to feel like before writing it, and feel like i actually reached that with the finished product (even if it's not perfect)!

2. it's always darkest before the dawn

okay, so not anime related at all, and it's a very old fic... but it's my fix it fic for game of thrones finale (well, for brienne's fate anyway) and it recently gained a little bit of attention (GIVE OLD FICS ATTENTION PEOPLE, IT MAKES THE WRITER'S WEEK!!!) and got me all emotional over it again, because.... it's been a while, but i still think it's actually not that bad?? also, i miss that universe and those characters, and i'm still glad that i posted this even though i remember being sooo intimidated by that fandom back then!

1. get off with you

currently my fave fic of mine, but i'm aware that's going to wear off over time as it always does! this was my first victuuri fic, and a multichap i completed under record time for me haha this fic went places i didn't expect it would (as often) and i love love love the end result!

dividers source

#my fics #my writing #alkhzflfksjgsd self promotion #ao3 #fanfiction #asks #mutuals #youre ackermine #levihan #braime #victuuri #erurihan #long post

[carnal-lnstinct]

Fic Author Self Rec

I know me and the moots have been delivering some beautiful writing since this first went around so we're bringing it back before the end of the year! Post 5 of your favorite fics you've written and share a little about it ♥♥♥

Tagging: @yeowangies @actuallysaiyan @dreadsuitsamus @beneathstarryskies @emmacornell @missnebulaa @vegeta-bananabluish + anyone else who writes and sees this please share and talk about your favorite things you have written

My five favorites from my own fics(of this year):

— Gogeta Soulmates Valentine

Plot-wise, this was definitely in the top three of my favorite vday requests and I really enjoyed writing the soulmate concept. Gogeta is still one of those characters that doesn't come as easy to me to write but when I get it, I get it! And he's always softer than what I intend for which I love.

— Bedtime Story

**JJK SPOILERS** I honestly ain't been the same since Toji's second death and what it reveals about him. First death? Well okay you died doing what you loved sweetie time to rest. Second death? Please sedate me I have not known a singular day of peace! 😭😭 But I needed a Toji fic that wasn't him just blowing out backs. So I just wrote him being a dad and husband, happy, existing in the same space at the same time as his wife and child while she tells a bedtime story to Megumi that becomes about them AND THEY ALL LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER. Wishing everybody but the Zenin clan and Mahito a very peaceful rest of the year.

— All My Soul Within Me, Burning.

Wrote this mostly for the Halloween season and Fn-f movie, also I weirdly had just noticed at the time majority of Gero's androids have the same blue eyes and wanted to do something with that. This is probably one of maybe two fics I wrote this year without any pairings or romance. With this AU, I toyed around with the idea of an angry spirit (a la fn-f lore style) being trapped inside his own body from his violent death, only now his body is this "bio-android prototype" shell and he represents Android 16 instead of canon 16. After Bulma fixes him, the spirit starts to regain some of his memory and fights against Gero's android programming. I wanted to continue this but of course SOTS took priority and now I think it's fine as a standalone one-shot for its little twist ♥

— Royal Pains

Praise to the only threesome I wrote this year! Virgin!Vegeta plot has to be the highlight of the year though, I love how involved everyone was with this concept and the many fics that were born from it. ♥♥♥♥ Consider this one a fave more for what the prompt inspired from a few of my favorite fic writers than what I wrote, but I'm always proud anytime I get to write a flustered Vegeta. It's the only way I know how to write him.

— Back At The Garden

Obviously ss4 Goku is in my faves. He is my king 😭♥ This one is just a plot bunny that got stuck in my head until I wrote it down. One thing about my TWYSILY fics, they're probably gonna get sequels nobody asked for and this is always a safe space for SS4. ♥

#didn't get to write too much this year #but really proud with what I could do ♥

[rcmclachlan]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @microcomets. Thanks, friendo!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

71 currently. I've orphaned a bunch, though.

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

526,242

3. What fandoms do you write for?

These days I write for whichever fandom strikes my fancy—it might be a new one, or it might be one that I fall back into every so often. My most recent fics have been a mix of new (Beyond Evil, Good Omens, Loki) and old (Cardcaptor Sakura).

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Long Live The King (DBZ, bulma/vegeta)

Stopgap (Good Omens, crowley/aziraphale)

100 Zeni (DBZ, trunks/goten, bulma/vegeta)

Named (Supernatural, dean/castiel)

Solve for X (MCU, tony/loki)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I've gotten better at this! I now make sure to reply to every comment on my newer works (sometimes it's a bit overwhelming, but I think the effort is worth it).

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

Probably Oneiori. Like, Cas gets a happy-ish ending, but it's not going to last. Womp womp.

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

These days, I try to end all my fics on a happy note! The happiest that comes to mind is Heritage Site.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I think I've gotten hate maybe twice since I started posting to AO3 in 2010? That's statistically negligible, which is kind of amazing!

9. Do you write smut?

Not often. I don't mind writing it, but it really needs to serve a purpose to the story for me to make the effort.

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

Nah, not really my thing.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, but I've had a fic's summary stolen! That was a trip.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I'm floored people like my work enough to put that kind of time and effort into translating it!

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

Nope. I tried, but it ultimately didn't work out (mostly due to writer's block and scheduling issues).

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

This is like asking me which of my children I love more. It'd take me a month to answer this question and I'd need someone at CERN to check my work.

I will say Kakashi/Iruka is my most enduring fave; I started reading them in 2005 and fall back into them every 3 or so years. I'm currently in a kakairu cycle (as if y'all couldn't tell).

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

Speaking of Kakashi/Iruka.... Hadopelagia. It was just far too big in scope for me to even think about finishing. I think I frightened myself out of it! For the best, though. I re-read it the other night and it's a MESS. This is why betas are so important, kids.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've gotten a lot of comments about how I use metaphor effectively, as well as comedy. I don't think I'm particularly funny compared to other writers, but it always fills me with joy when someone mentions my dumb sense of humor.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely smut. There's nothing worse than trying to keep track of where everyone's legs are.

Me: "I used the word 'cock' fourteen times in this paragraph......... well, maybe no one will notice."

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I've done it! Named had a whole scene written in Spanish (I tried my hand at it and then had a native speaker edit it). I think when done well, it adds something really meaningful to a story.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The first fanfic I ever wrote was before I even knew what fanfiction was. It was an Animorphs self-insert fic and I wrote it on a legal pad at my grandparents' house in like 1997. The first fandom I officially posted fic for was Fruits Basket in 2003, followed by QAF in 2004.

20. Favorite fic you have written?

Probably A Twist of the Knife. I had an absolute blast writing Nie Huaisang, and I'm really proud of the story as a whole (which is rare for me).

Tagging: @sonatine, @lemonistas, @stitchyblogs, @dadvans, @ataraxetta, @nandalorian, and anyone else who wants to get in on the action. :-D

#writing memes

[p3ski]

Tag games-Ask a fic writer

Thank you @sunwarmed-ash for the tag! 💖

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

13 on my current account, so not a massive amount 🫣 I'll level with you fine people, I have been guilty of committing the sin of deleting fics (or entire accounts) when I decide I'm no longer proud of them... I've never done it with any of my DBH stuff, but I have done it for basically all other fandoms I've been involved in. I have since learned the error of my ways and to orphan rather than delete after losing some of my all time faves to other writers doing the same 💔

2. What fandoms do you write for?

Active - Detroit: Become Human (also toying with the idea of writing some BG3 fics... 👀 I blame my Neil Newbon fixation)

Former (may return to) - Ace Attorney (AA)

Former (will not be returning to) - MHA, Death Note, Hetalia, Teen Titans.

3. Top five fics by kudos:

With Love, Signal Red - AA

More Than Our Parts - DBH

With Love, Miles Edgeworth - AA

With Love, Phoenix Wright - AA

Part Of You - DBH

4. What's your total ao3 word count?

234,659 (almost half of that consists of a single story 🙈)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try my very best! Someone it takes me a while though 🙏

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

It's probably a toss up between stay with me. (DBH) or With Love, Phoenix Wright (AA) - although I'd argue that the latter doesn't count because it's a prologue to a longer story, so not really an 'ending'

I also wrote a DBH flavoured retelling of Carrie once—a fic request called GAVIN. For anyone familiar with the story of Carrie...yeah, you already know that doesn't end well. 😬

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

You see I love me some 'angst with a happy ending', so a lot of fics I commit to follow that formula. I'll say that More Than Our Parts has the happiest ending, just because of the sheer scale of Hell everyone went through in order to get there 🥲

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I have received criticism on my works before, but nothing I'd say was intentionally hateful.

(Unless you're counting some of the reviews on my ancient FF.net account—but I was 14-15 when I wrote most of those stories, and I'm going to put up my hands and say the hate is 100% valid 🙃)

9. Do you write smut?

Is it even one of my fics if I don't shoehorn some smut into it? 🤷

10. Craziest crossover?

That would be the only (technical?) crossover of Detroit Become Human x Carrie

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I hope not 😭

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not—if that ever happened I would probably be so flattered that I'd just keel over and die 💖 (affectionately)

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

I have not, although I imagine that would be fun! I'm open to offers if any fellow authors are interested 🫣

14. All time favourite ship?

Ughhh, do not make me choose just one...I'm going to bend the rules and give three different answers according to slightly different criteria 🤏

First Ship I Ever Wrote For/Got Invested In-

Beast Boy / Raven (DC/Teen Titans)

Ship That Got Me Through A Difficult Time/Ultimate Comfort Ship-

Phoenix Wright / Miles Edgeworth (Ace Attorney)

Current Favourite-

Gavin Reed / RK900 (DBH)

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

That knowledge stays between me and the unhinged notes app I keep on my phone

16. What are your writing strengths?

(Self promotion makes me uncomfortable one sec—) I would say my characterisation/dialogue and vocabulary? I have also been informed that I am good at 'setting the scene', creating for immersive backdrops.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Awkward sentence structure, spelling and grammar (I use a checker for that) and both over describing with lots of fluff and under describing with flat descriptions. I can never get the balance right 😭😭😭

I also have a nasty habit of reworking things constantly, as well as being overly ambitious with my ideas and then worrying the pay off is disappointing 🥲 meaning it takes several decades to publish anything.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

When I tell you I was balls deep in the Hetalia fandom during the latter half of my teens— I am extremely familiar with language switches in dialogue, does not bother me in the slightest.

(please add translations at the end though 🙏🙏)

19. First fandom you wrote in?

The OG Teen Titans cartoon from the 2000's 🫡 I embrace my heritage, but also will not be directing anyone to my ancient FF.net account as it makes me want to peel off my skin and jump out the nearest window.

(I have long since forgotten the log in details, so it will exist as an enduring time capsule to the time I was a moody teenager blasting MCR on the playground and complaining that no one understood me.)

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Perhaps it's recency bias, but I am going to say More Than Our Parts. I poured my heart and soul into that story and I'm (mostly) very proud of it.

Tagging my beloved @wedonthaveawhile as I imagine most of my DBH friends have probably already been tagged 💖

#tag game #fic writer

[practicecourts]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love! ❤️

Hi @joyseuphoria , I started this then forgot about it… and well, some time went by... but … I did write quite a bit in the meantime so… Head Over Handlebars For You (M, Muggle AU, Jily 33 chapters, complete) I can't believe this fic went over 100 and now even 150 kudos! Thanks for the love! A very fun thing is this fic really made me appreciate comments, someone said they were in Amsterdam while reading this, other comments made me rethink my whole story idea! and all of you returning commenters (special shout out to @blondelunaaa @blitheringmcgonagall & @annabtg for being there from the getgo, when I started with this fic almost 2 years ago! Your encouragement was everything! I'm proud of how this story turned out! Definitely a personal fave!

Under the Gallows (Jily Medieval AU, Intended to be 2 chapters, but I have plans to expand this story, although i'm unsure when) Thank you for all the screaming in my inbox!

Writing my Regency jily micros! They were great fun to write, I looked up regency sayings (yes look at me, doing proper fic research!) and I'm quite proud of how they turned out.

So my fics seem to have a way to escape the one-shots or short flash fics I intend them to be... and as much as I'd love to write fic all day, that is just not possible. I'm proud of Imagine Dragons where the prompt was Jealousy. Not sure why I was making such a fuss but I really wanted that to be different then being jealous of some other Love Interest... Even if this one is definitely an example of how the finished fic is a stabbed Butterfly compared to the idea in the mind ;-)

I adore Sirius Black (well, my version of him haha) and therefore I love it when I get to write some BlackEvans moments (he ended up having a lot to say in HOHFY;-) but these 'canon moments' are also personal favourites one time Sirius Black finds Lily Evans, and one time Lily Potter finds Sirius Black. Sunrise, Sunset.

thanks again joy! This was fun!

#5 fics I'm proud of #what to pick #ask #loveliest Joy #jily #james potter #lily evans #sirius Black #writing

[crushermyheart]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you to @fandomsbyladymelodrama for the tag! This should be fun...

How many works do you have on AO3? Presently, 24. (I joined AO3 3 years after joining fanfiction.net so there are a few more on there of questionable quality)

What's your total AO3 word count? 135,060

What fandoms do you write for? It varies greatly depending on what I'm watching, but mostly All Creatures Great and Small (2020) and Star Trek Voyager/Next Gen.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? My Dearest Lizzy (a Pride & Prejudice/Death Comes to Pemberley fanfic from AGES ago), Right Here (Mission Impossible, Ilsa/Ethan), Frozen Harmonies (hilariously, an overly dramatic Star Trek Next Gen fanfic, Picard/Crusher), For a Time Innumerable (Wheel of Time, series 1 aftermath, wrote this last year and kinda proud of it), Milk & Honey (All Creatures Great and Small 2020, in which Mr Farnon and Mrs Hall converse in the kitchen in the small hours of the morning, one of my personal faves)

Do you respond to comments? Yes! I love responding to comments and discussing my fics as well as commenting on other people's works.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? That is a good question... There are a great many. Potentially Some Shred of Goodness (The Crucible) which reflects on John and Elizabeth Proctor's relationship and if you know what happens in the play then the end of this fic, whilst sounding happy, is SUPER angsty.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Ooooh, um, either Little Ordinary Things or Knights and Dragons, both fluffy Siegfried & Audrey, All Creatures Great & Small fics.

Do you get hate on fics? I had one comment on a fic last year that was weird/not nice/super critical/generally confusing and it kinda freaked me out so I deleted the fic - until some lovely person came and found me on Tumblr asking where the rest was and to not give up writing it.

Do you write smut? Nope.

Do you write crossovers? I don't think I've ever written one? I do have a potential crossover in mind (added to the very long list of unwritten fic ideas)

Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don't think so.

Have you ever had a fic translated? No idea?

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not yet.

What's your all-time favorite ship? Good grief I can only have one? Most of my ships have not sailed, lol. RIP. Or have yet to set sail *cough* Siegfried/Audrey from All Creatures Great and Small, and then Picard/Crusher and Janeway/Chakotay from Star Trek. Also platonic ship: Moiraine & Lan, Wheel of Time. My original OTPs will forever be Aragorn/Arwen and Han/Leia.

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? The Star Trek Next Gen fic I started writing 10 years ago which has 5 different versions and is over 40k words in note form *cries*

What are your writing strengths? I have not been asked this before... I like writing descriptively, describing locations but also emotions. If you've read my fics I'd like to know what you think my strengths are?

What are your writing weaknesses? Coming up with titles. I have a tendency to edit to death. And then ending up in the cycle of I kinda hate this/this is the best thing I've ever written and trying to find an end. Also, not planning everything out and getting lost in my chapters.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? If it's called for, go for it! I'm currently working on a Witcher fic and have done a stupid amount of research into the Elder speech and Skellige jargon.

First fandom you wrote for? Technically Scott & Bailey on fanfiction.net, When it Rains it Pours. It is terrible, the punctuation is everywhere, it's hilariously dramatic, and still my longest fic to date.

Favorite fic you've written? Oh no, I don't know! I really don't. Possibly Milk & Honey?

Tagging: @fuel-prices, @phoenixflames12, @shelbyxhughes, @beanabouttown, @itsmeagain00O , or tag yourself ;)

#fanfiction #this was fun #my fanfiction #i've actually been writing fics for 10 years this week! #writing stuff

[tailsbeth-writes]

Saw the open tag from @taste-thewaste on this! This took me down memory lane a bit 🥲

How many works do you have on ao3?

61

What's your total ao3 word count?

138,797

What fandoms do you write for?

Red, White & Royal Blue mostly but I'm happy to write Heartstopper and og Skam.

I've written for Riverdale, Teen Wolf, Skam France, Wtfock, Druck, Skam Italia & Shadowhunters in the past.

Top five fics by kudos:

Digital Love Letters (RWRB)

i try hard to get back inside your arms alive (RWRB) - and particularly insane as I posted this last week! 🥰)

Right Kind of Wrong (Riverdale)

your heart is your masterpiece (RWRB)

a frightening magic I cling to (RWRB)

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! They make my day, I screenshot my faves. I also love when someone finds a fic that has lots of chapters & I get a flurry of comments 🤌🏻

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Tricky, I don't usually finish on angst. Echo (Wtfock) follows on from a very horrendous part of the show or Season 5 - Magnus (Skam) never got finished so it's been left in the midst of angst.

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

Most of them end on a happy note but Love, Henry (RWRB) is probably the happiest.

Do you get hate on fics?

I think there was a little back when I started in Riverdale but I think it more anger on their part for a topic I could have written more sensibly I suppose? I've had critique on fics now but never hate.

Do you write smut?

I've written it one time years ago & it felt weird. I loooove writing foreplay though! But I've not ventured into smut in my current fandoms. That might be something I do though, my bigender Alex fic might go into that if there's sequel.

Craziest crossover:

I've only done one and it was a Riverdale meets Teen Wolf, it was a Christmas special and they had to help reunite Santa with his reindeer. While I haven't watched Riverdale for ages, I'm still really proud of that fic!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, thankfully!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, I'd love that though 😄

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but I'd absolutely love to collab this year, in the RWRB fandom in particular y'all are so talented 🥲

All time favorite ship?

Firstprince (RWRB) probably. Wilmon (Young Royals) is a close second atm, I'd love to write some YR fics soon. I'm still a massive Yousana (Skam) and Davenzi (Druck) shipper too. Oh and Nathan/Annalise/Gabriel (TBSATDH) - can't remember the ship name! That show got cancelled too soon & it was basically like a fix it for the books.

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

I have a Teen Wolf reader insert fic with a pregnancy story line that I left on a huge cliffhanger but frustrates me but not enough to motivate to finish it. I also have my Skam season 5 - Magnus fic that I'd love to finish one day but I haven't found the plan I made for it originally.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue and character voice I think?

What are your writing weaknesses?

Plotting? I'm good at writing scenes but writing a longer storyline in fanfic is something I struggle with.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

If you can do it, go for it! I wish I could incorporate more Spanish in my RWRB fics but alas I only got French or German at my school, I only stuck with French. Maybe I'll brush up & add some in for Henry (RWRB) or Nick (Heartstopper).

First fandom you wrote in?

Riverdale, I haven't seen it in years 😅

Favorite fic you've written?

i try hard to get back inside your arms alive is the probably the one I'm proudest of and while it isn't finished yet Her Royal Highness is up there cause it combines so many of my favourite things, I'm getting to explore darker topics in some scenes while also putting Henry in drag - fanfic catnip for me quite frankly!

I'm not sure who has done this already but I'll tag folks I want to see answer this: @heysweetheart-writes @candyspandemonium @firenati0n @onthewaytosomewhere @callumsmitchells & of course, open tag 💛

#fanfic writer #ao3 writers #personal #rwrb #red white and royal blue #riverdale #skam #wtfock #teen wolf #heartstopper #tailsbeth writes

[everybodyshusband]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers (if you’d like). Let’s spread the self-love 💗

ohhh i love this, thank you so much lee !!! <3

my top five faves in no particular order:

deus in absentia | rain/swiss | explicit | 12.5k words| transmasc rain, dysphoria, coming out, dysphoric sex, hurt/comfort

i'm so incredibly proud of this whole thing and i'm so excited to finally finish it up with chapter three once i've got some time !!

however fair and pure | dew/rain | explicit | 12.4k words | transmasc dew, non-binary rain, daddy kink, phone sex, sex toys, porn without plot

this one was FUN to write and i'm still so insanely proud of myself for writing so many words for a single chapter fic :3

burning yearning need to bleed | rain & aether | mature | 4.7k words | angst, hurt/comfort, self harm cleanup

this one's the second fic i wrote for the ghost fandom and it still holds a very special place in my heart <3 soft aether means everything to me and i still very much enjoy making rain suffer ehehe

sad rain | rain & dew | mature(?) | 2.2k words | age regression, angst, self-hatred, hiding regression, hurt/comfort (kind of)

this one doesn't have a title because i haven't posted it on ao3 but i really like this one !! it's sad and yucky and not very nice but i'm really proud that i chose to write it to channel my feelings into something healthy :)

oh satan devour us all | cowbell/zephyr | explicit | 6.5k words | non-binary zephyr (they/them), non-binary cowbell (it/its), semi-public sex, predator/prey dynamics, free use, shifting genitals

let the old ghouls fuck !! this one took me way too long but it was really enjoyable to write :)) the old ghouls were much neglected by me and i'm glad i had this as an excuse to write a bit more for them <3

#ask box #ghoulangerlee #husband rambles #the band ghost #cw self harm mention

[timandlucy]

Anything with a 4 for the fic questions!

4. What detail in [insert fic] are you really proud of?

In the quiet my fears with the touch of your hand, I'm actually super proud of the way I managed to have Tim relate to Tamara in the way they both want to prove it to the world they can do it, how he probably left home for the military as an escape, and how maybe he doesn't want the same thing to happen to Tamara.

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?

I mean any of my less favorite tropes... I'd probably read just about anything from my fave writers and friends.

24. Are there any easter eggs in [insert fic], and if so, what are they?

I don't know that there are any easter eggs in i know better (but you're still around), but perhaps two fun facts:

The line "If he wants ice, she’ll give him fucking glacial." is by @queseraone and I just loved it so much. I used another word instead of glacial and she totally came and knocked it out of the park.

And the reason I had Lucy go to take a walk on the beach was because she figured he wouldn't even go looking for her there because he hates the beach. 🤭 Which, Lucy, baby, is ridiculous because Tim would totally go on the beach for you, I don't make the rules.

34. What aspects of your writing are inspired by/taken from your real life?

Honestly, I'd say not much? I very much enjoy being someone else when I write! That's one of my fave things about it.

40. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

Done this. 🙈

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

This fic by @reviewdiaries and really all the others too, but yeah, some of us wish! And that's a compliment btw.

Also this fic by @makeitastrength which I'm still criminally behind on but chapter one absolutely ruined me 🙈

42.-46. Done ☺️

47. If [insert fic] was a pair of shoes, what kind would it be? Describe the shoes.

If when you hold me (it holds me together) was a pair of shoes, it would probably be the pair of comfiest, softest sneakers made on earth. It would be the pair you'd reach for over and over again when you went on long walks because of how comfy they are. Walking on top of clouds.

You didn't put a fic, but I'd probably struggle with this question anyway 😂

48. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

I read We Must Be Living In The Golden Age before because I saw a quote on our blog and I really really loved it and definitely recommend it!

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

"But as fate or luck would have it, Lucy becomes a friend of sorts. He runs into her at the bar, figures the least he can do is buy her a drink, since she’s keeping Isabel’s secret. And for the first time since his wife has left and his world turned to shit, Tim forgets. For fifteen minutes that he spends talking to her and having a beer, he forgets.

And that’s the drug he gets hooked on."

This is from a UC AU wip of mine where Lucy is Isabel's rookie. I'm determined to finish it at some point. 🙈

Thank you sm! Loved these 💗

#ask game #writers ask game

[redrocketpanda]

If you don't mind me asking, can I ask your top favorite fics that you've written (feel free how much that you want to list)? Why they're special to you? Is there a specific inspiration when you wrote them? Thanks....

Ooooo this is such a fun ask, thanks so much for sending it!!

It's kind of hard to answer bc I love all my children and I had a tonne of fun writing all of them but I think if I had to choose a tops list (in no particular order) it would be:

Strategies for Play - HQ (Bokuto/Akaashi/Kurooi/Iwaizumi) I think Strategies for Play is actually my favourite fic that I've written so far. It was inspired by a fic I had read called "break the cycle" by galaxy_witch which used the same ship + premise and completely rotted by brain, and I really wanted to write my own take on it. It completely consumed me for 3 nights and I managed to write almost 12k in that time bc I was having such an amazing time writing it. It's super silly and smutty but with a lot of heart. Plus I adore all 4 characters - as individuals as well as in various pairings - so this was a chefs kiss experience for me

The Miya Atsumu Humiliation Show - HQ (Terushima/Atsumu) This one was inspired by a silly conversation I had with my (now ex) partner after she encountered Terushima for the first time in the anime, and we started spit balling horrid Terushima/Atsumu encounters. I built the entire thing around the smut at the end and, again, it was silly and fun to write. I also challenged myself to write from a much closer narrative perspective, so I feel like I learned a lot writing it as well

Just Watch Me (Bakugou/Kirishima) Just Watch Me will always be one of my faves bc it's really special to me. It's the first proper fic I wrote in over a decade and one of my favourite ships (+ characters) of all time. One of my besties encouraged me to write it as a way to deal with all of the Feelings I was having during S6 of MHA, and I also commissioned some beautiful art for it by one of my favourite artists

The Smuggler's Guide to the Stars, the Sheets, and Everything Inbetween - HQ (Oikawa/Iwaizumi) This one is a fave for many reasons: it was my first time writing IwaOi as the main ship, it combines 2 of my fave medias (HQ and Star Wars), and it was written for the They Were Roommates mini bang. I had such a wonderful team who made the entire experience such a joy and my artist (Ivy) made some incredible Oikawa art to accompany it! It's an ongoing series so I'm looking forward to writing more for it, hopefully very soon, and have had some lovely comments from readers for it <3

Interlude: The Senses of You - Buddy Daddies (Kazuki/Rei) I added to this to the list bc I remember feeling very inspired and at peace writing this. It was written after I finished watching Buddy Daddies and I really wanted to explore what happens off screen at the beginning of E11 when Kazuki + Rei are trying to come to terms with the loss of Miri in their own ways. I felt like this one shot marked a turning point in my writing, and I'm really proud of what I managed to produce

#hq #haikyuu #my hero academia #bnha #buddy daddies #bokuaka #bokukuroo #iwaoi #kazurei #kiribaku #asks #fic writing #my writing

[withacapitalp]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love!

Daisies (Steddie)

Summary: He hacked out a few more harsh sounding noises, before he spat into his open palm, taking a relieved breath as whatever was lodged in his throat came out. Eddie would’ve been relieved too, confused, but okay now that Steve was safe. And then he saw what was in Steve’s hand. A daisy. Steve had just coughed up a fucking daisy. And, judging by the completely blasé expression he had on his face as he looked down at it, this wasn’t the first time. When Steve wakes up choking on flowers, Eddie thinks that it might be the end. It turns out to be just the beginning.

I love Daisies so much and the response it got was wayyyy more than I ever could have expected!!! A hanahaki AU that it's a little non-traditional and one of my all time faves I've written!!!

2. Princess (Steddie, Steve and Chrissy)

Summary: “You knew Chrissy” Eddie managed to force out, feeling like he was about to vomit. Steve nodded, still looking at the picture. Chrissy’s little face was overtaken by an absolutely enormous grin, and her right hand was tightly grabbing onto Steve’s free left one.  “Who do you think gave her her title?” He asked rhetorically, side-eyeing Eddie to gauge his reaction. When Eddie didn’t give one, Steve sighed, stepping away, “People always get that story wrong though,” Eddie wakes up alone, goes downstairs, and finds out things he wasn't ready to know.

Princesssssssss. Augh this one hurts me every time I read it and it's one of my top favorite head canons. I think Steve and Chrissy being cousins hits a chord that is just so perfect? This little detail that doesn't actually exist to anyone but me is so canon to me now haha!

3. Let Me Just Hold You Now (Stolen)

Summary: Steve has a routine for nights like this. A routine for the times when his world gets flipped on its axis. Just four simple steps to keep his body alive while his mind tries to sort through whatever fucked up thing he just went through.  Steve has a Routine.  Robin breaks that Routine.

THIS FIC MAN. I really hit a stride with Stolen fics that just felt soooooo yeah I really loved writing this one and that's not something I can usually say!!

4. The Day After (Stoncy)

Summary: The morning after Steve helps to destroy a demon who had been trying to kill Jonathan Byers and Nancy Wheeler, he goes to school. He didn't want to go. He didn't know why he did it. He just went. It was startling to see how the rest of the world didn't change.

Agh! So I have a mixed relationship with this series but I had to include a stoncy fic in this list and this one was the one that really started it all. The first long fic I finished, the first one I felt really proud of, and the fic that really started my love for stranger things. Yeah I'm proud of this one.

5. How to Rehabilitate a Jock (Eventual Steddie WIP)

Summary: After their breakup, Steve found that being around Nancy and Jonathan was pretty much unbearable. His old friends wouldn't even look at him, and there was only so much time he could spend with the kids before he started feeling kind of pathetic. All in all, he was a pretty lonely person now. But was he really lonely enough to consider joining Hellfire club? And were they really willing to accept having a dethroned king in their party? A post season two AU where Steve becomes a part of hellfire club

This one is probably my baby and will be for at least the rest of the year. She gives me so much trouble but I love her so gosh darn much!!!!! Anyways it's my most popular story, it feels like a lot of pressure, but I love it.

TY MORGAN THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN AND IM SO GRATEFUL YOU SENT THISSSS

#tag game #self rec game #can't wait to send this to thefaves heheheh