#this is the longest and fluffiest thing I have EVER written

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Bad Boy Type

(Billy Hargrove x Female Reader)

Synopsis: Girls' night at Billy and Max's new place takes a turn when El insists on you marrying Billy.

Warnings: Mentions of Neil, extreme fluff, mutual pining (because I'm a whore for that shit), language

Word Count: 4056

A/N: This might be the fluffiest thing I've written. It's also the longest. And yes, I still have requests to finish. But life really said, "It's Billy's time," and I'm not mad about it.

You were fiercely protective over Max and El since you met. They became the younger sisters you never had. You’d do anything for them. And you always made sure to plan something with them as often as possible.

Today, you three were holed up at Max and Billy’s new place. It wasn’t much. It was a steal since it’d been so run down no one else wanted it. You and the rest of your group helped fix up what you could. After everything you’d all been through, it created an untouchable bond. And everyone was eager to help in whatever way they could, especially once Max confided in you about Billy’s father. It didn’t take a genius to figure out Neil was a shitty person. He gave off enough hostility to power a freight train. A few months after renovating, the house was finally livable. And between your car and Billy’s, they moved within the hour.

All three of you were on the floor around the coffee table, snacking on candy and discussing very important business.

“Okay, okay,” Max said, trying to rein in her laughter. “El, kiss, marry, kill…The Outsiders.”

You grinned and leaned closer as El looked down in thought.

“Kiss Sodapop, marry Johnny, and…I don’t want to kill anyone,” she said timidly.

And because it was El, you and Max accepted that.

You faced Max. “I’m guessing yours would be the same?”

“I’m killing Steve,” she added, and you snickered. “What about you?”

You hummed, running through the characters before picking three.

“Kill Two-Bit, kiss Darry, marry Dally,” you said with a nod.

“Dally’s an asshole!” Max groaned, slapping her thighs.

“But he’s hot,” you countered.

“But he’s an asshole,” she repeated, giving you a look.

“But he’s hot.”

After a few seconds, you all started giggling. You really loved spending time with these two.

El grew quiet, deep in thought, and she made you and Max stop laughing with her question.

“What about Billy?”

Your brow furrowed. “Billy?”

She nodded. “Would you marry him?”

Your face grew warm. Did El think because you liked the bad boy character in a film, you liked one in reality?

Billy had never been outright rude to you—his attitude rubbed you the wrong way—cocky and smug like he knew he could get away with almost anything. It wasn’t until after the Mind Flayer that you befriended him.

You’d describe your friendship as…quiet. You didn’t hang out together—only in a group with everyone or Steve and the other adults. Usually, though, you saw him most when you, Max, and El hung out.

You were the girls’ friend first and foremost. When you started picking Max up when they lived with their parents, he always scowled at you through the door as she raced to your car. Later, you thought it had something to do with Neil’s reactions to his stepdaughter not being home even though he knew where Max was. You had enough knocks on the door from Billy to put two and two together.

Now, Billy was relaxed when you picked her up or stayed over. You sometimes wondered if he was glad Max had you to rely on now that it was just him and his stepsister. If she ever needed anything, he could count on you to lend him a hand.

So while he wasn’t the same rage-filled boy you knew in high school, his reputation still preceded him. Though now you knew him in a different light—provider, protector, and maybe that was why you started to like him.

You shook your head to rid yourself of that thought.

“I…Well, I…I don’t…” Jesus Christ! How were you supposed to answer this without giving yourself away?

Just then, a car door slammed. Billy’s home.

He threw his jacket on the hook and his keys on the table and stopped when he noticed you, Max, and El.

His eyes seemed to linger on you before addressing everyone.

“Hey,” he said, mentally kicking himself. Couldn’t he think of anything better to say? Maybe “you look nice,” not “hey.”

“How was work,” you asked, still trying to shake off El’s question and the fact that he walked in as if summoned.

“Fine. Didn’t know you’d be over.” He would've cleaned up and made it look nice. Maybe then he could cook you dinner.

He had to stop from asking if this little get-together was overnight. He sure hoped so.

“I dragged her out of her house for girls' day. They’re sleeping over, too,” Max said. Maybe she could read his mind—maybe that was why most of your time was spent at Billy’s place and not yours—because Max knew he needed an excuse to talk to you since the Mind Flayer.

He nodded slowly and gestured toward the bathroom.

“I’m gonna take a shower. Order pizza or I can make spaghetti?” he asked.

You tilted your head at his words. Billy cooked?

It made sense. You’re sure he’s had to fend for himself most of his life. You just never thought about him in the kitchen.

Before you could say anything, El said, “I like spaghetti.” And that seemed to settle it.

When Billy left, Max leaned forward. “Don’t worry, he’s actually a really good cook.”

And to play off your daydreams of Billy cooking you breakfast, you said, “I’ll be the judge of that.”

—

When Billy emerged from the steamy bathroom, towel wrapped around his hips, you were both relieved and disappointed your back faced him.

The girls were telling you their boyfriend troubles, and it took everything in you not to imagine the remaining water tracing Billy’s toned stomach.

“Sometimes I think you have the right idea,” Max said, flopping back in the chair.

You blinked, coming back to reality. “Me? What idea is that?”

“Being single.” She shrugged. “Boys are a pain in the ass.”

You rolled your eyes. “While that is true, sometimes I think it’d be nice to have my person, you know?”

“Your person?” El asked, furrowing her brow.

“Someone who’s always there for you, no matter what. They accept every part of you, good and bad.” You sighed. “They're the person you want to be around the most.”

She looked at you seriously. “We are your person.”

It nearly brought tears to your eyes. One of the many reasons you loved El was her heart.

“C’mere,” you whispered, holding open your arms.

She scootched toward you and wrapped her arms around your waist.

“You too.” You motioned Max over.

That’s how Billy found you three, hugging each other on the couch like you were trying to absorb into one being.

“Am I interrupting some girl thing?” he asked, opening the cabinet.

You let out a breathy laugh and shook your head. “No, you’re fine.” You looked over the back of the couch. “Anything I can help with?”

He gave you a flirty smile. “Don’t worry. I got it.”

It didn’t take long for him to announce it was ready, and you all grabbed your plates and huddled around the coffee table again. A little thrill went through you when Billy sat beside you, taking your dish from you and setting it down so you could lower yourself.

It was quiet for a few minutes as you all took your first bites. It was only pasta and marinara sauce, but it hit the spot. Maybe it was because Billy made it.

“I’m impressed,” you said, waving your fork around your plate.

“I’m a man of many talents,” Billy mused, warmth blooming in his chest.

“Does this mean you’ll marry Billy?”

You nearly choked on the bite you took. You wished she could read minds so you could scream, “Not the freaking time!”

Billy’s face flushed as he glanced between you two.

“Am I missing something?” He tried to ignore how fast his heart was beating. You wanted to marry him? Well, no. It sounded like you didn’t want to marry him. Why didn’t you want to marry him?

“No,” you said quickly. Billy tried to convince himself his chest didn’t constrict at that word. 

“(Y/N) would marry Dally,” El said. “And Dally’s an asshole.”

You put your face in your hands. There was no stopping her.

“And I’ve called you an asshole so many times.” Max provided as an explanation.

Billy could only look at you, and as you curled further in on yourself, he smirked—even though he’d been called an asshole twice—maybe there was something to El’s question.

“Didn’t think you were into that type,” he said, leaning back against the couch.

“I’m not. Not really.” You couldn’t look at him, opting to push the noodles around your plate.

“No? Then what is your type, sweetheart?”

He was teasing you. You could push back with teasing.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“That’s why I asked.” And the way he said it, it took on a seriousness you weren’t prepared for—like he really wanted to know because he cared about the answer. Like it meant something to him.

“I—”

The phone saved you. And Max jumped up.

“It’s probably Lucas,” she said. They’d been having a good week.

You took the opportunity to excuse yourself. “I’m gonna change.”

You grabbed your things and closed the bathroom door.

—

Billy watched as you fled. It was cute how flustered he could make you. And that’s when an idea struck him.

With you and Max busy, he turned to El.

“You think she likes me?” he asked, leaning toward her.

“Do you mean like like?” She stared at him with those big innocent eyes.

He nodded.

“I think so.”

“You think so? She hasn’t said anything to you or Max? Girls talk about that stuff at girls' night, right?” He bit his cheek. Was he reading the signs wrong? Were his feelings clouding his judgment?

Since his recovery, you’ve always been there. You made sure he took care of himself and kept an eye on Max. When he told you about the rundown little place he found, you got Hopper on board to pull a few strings and help remodel. Hell, you got everyone to help.

He still remembered the day you painted the walls, and you and Robin put handprints on each other's chests. He and Steve had said, “What about us,” and you and Robin fitted them with their own set. He still had that shirt.

Even the shit that went down with Steve. You were somehow able to mend things between them. It took a lot of work, and arguments popped up, but with you there, he did it. He didn’t have many friends at Hawkins High—they were a means to an end. However, now? He had ones that would have his back in an apocalyptic world. And it was because of you.

You were his rock, even if you didn’t know it. And he wanted to be that person for you.

“She doesn’t tell us,” El said. “But she looks at you the way Nancy looks at Jonathan.”

He knew the look she was talking about, and he hoped she was right.

“Thanks,” he said quietly.

“You…You like her, right?” she asked tentatively.

He smiled fondly. “More than Eggos.”

El giggled.

He shook his head slightly, smile remaining, mumbling, “Just want her ‘round all the time.”

She beamed, but before she could say another word, you and Max returned.

—

Everyone seemed to forget about the conversation before the phone rang. When you came out of the bathroom, El asked if you could start watching movies, and Max quickly put The Karate Kid in.

What surprised you the most was Billy making popcorn and bringing everyone a soda. You thought he’d retreat to his room like he usually did, but he sat next to you on the couch as the girls spread out on the floor with their own bowl of popcorn.

Halfway through the movie, the sun had set, and the air grew cooler. You rubbed your arm absentmindedly, focused on the screen. You vaguely noticed Billy disappearing somewhere, and when he returned, he held a sweatshirt.

Your heart sped up a little at his offer.

You played it off and raised an eyebrow when he handed it to you.

“You’re cold, right,” he asked, putting it in your lap when you didn’t take it right away.

You shook your head. “It’s not that. I’m just shocked you own a sweatshirt.”

He rolled his eyes but held back a smile. “Very funny.” Then when he was settled. “Indiana’s fucking cold.”

You slipped it over your head, the material warming and engulfing you in his scent. Bunching the sleeves into your fists, you leaned against the cushion and tucked your legs under you.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

He shrugged. “Don’t mention it.”

The movie soon ended, and Max inserted the second film.

Neither you nor Billy spoke after that. It was…nice...being there with him.

Between him and his sweatshirt, you were surrounded by warmth. The noise from the TV lulled into the background, and before you knew it, you were asleep.

Billy noticed almost immediately. He’d been arguing with himself about whether to put an arm around you after he gave you his hoodie.

After the shit he went through, Billy didn’t go after women. He was so in his head about what he’d done—what the monster made him do—he thought everyone was better off if he stayed away. And his body wasn’t the same afterward. Part of him wondered if you’d recoil if he touched you.

And then your head was on his shoulder. Your soft breathing in his ear. And he froze for a second. But then he sunk into you.

If this was the only time you’d be this close to him, he would take it.

He carefully moved his arm to pull you closer, and you shifted in your sleep to snuggle into him. He let his cheek rest against your head for one…two…three…four…five seconds, then lifted back up. He didn’t want Max or El to catch him and ask questions.

It wasn’t long until the movie ended, and the girls were passed out on the floor. And Billy debated staying right where he was, but he knew he shouldn’t.

He did indulge and place a feather-light kiss on the crown of your head before laying you down and pulling a blanket over you. He did the same for El and Max. And once the VHS was safely back in its case, he walked to his room with a final look at you thrown over his shoulder.

—

When the rising sun hit your eyelids, all you wanted was to turn over and go back to sleep. The sizzle of a frying pan and the smell of pancakes made you sit up.

Billy was by the stove, waiting to flip them and keeping a watchful eye on the bacon.

“Smells good,” you whispered, mindful of the two sleeping girls. Billy’s sweatshirt protected you from the morning chill.

He glanced at you and quirked his lips up. “It’s almost ready.”

You gave him a small smile in return, and it took you a moment to realize he had never done this before. Dinner was one thing, but breakfast was entirely different.

“What brought this on?” you asked, pouring yourself a cup of coffee.

He shrugged. “Maybe I wanted to impress you again.” He finally turned around to face you and crossed his arms, spatula in hand.

You let out a breathy laugh, looking down before eyeing the cooking pancakes.

“Don’t let them fold in on themselves when you flip them, and you’re golden,” you teased. 

He raised a brow at you, turned around, and seamlessly flipped both over before setting the spatula down and facing you once more.

You held your hands up in surrender. “Consider me impressed.”

“Good.” He pulled a mug out of the cabinet for himself. “You sleep okay?”

You shrugged. “Good enough. Didn’t even realize I fell asleep.”

He would have gladly lent you his bed. He didn’t even need to be in it with you. He would’ve taken the small couch he had crammed in his room.

“Good thing you don’t snore. I think Max would’ve suffocated you,” he said.

You bumped your shoulder with his. “She likes me too much.”

You stared at each other for a moment. Something about Billy in the morning, with the soft light from the sun reflecting in his eyes and shading his hair, was almost breathtaking. He was relaxed, and you hoped it slowly became his new normal.

His eyes trailed down to your lips, and you swore you stopped breathing until you glanced away and saw the pancakes.

“Better watch before they burn,” you said, swallowing to rid yourself of your dry throat.

He had forgotten about them as he took you in. From your pajamas to your still-sleepy gaze and the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest—you seemed so…at home here.

He tried to shake that thought as he plated breakfast and set it down at the kitchen table.

You could lean against the counter every morning, sipping coffee as he made you both breakfast. He’d peck your lips each time he passed you for something, and as he waited for things to finish cooking, he would wrap his arms around your shoulders and bury his nose in your hair. Your arms would tighten around his waist, and you’d both stand there, completely content as the warm rays filtered in.

Since last night, since El’s question, a spark had ignited within him. The flicker of…hope, something he hadn’t felt since…since…he didn’t even know when. You didn’t say you wanted him explicitly, but if El saw a connection between him and Dally, then maybe you did too. He couldn’t deny that he’d been a dick in the past. He was still trying to correct those mistakes. But where Dallas Winston had Johnny, Billy had…well…the closest he could think of was you.

And potentially having a life with you? That didn’t sound too bad. Not at all.

You sat across from one another. You could feel Billy’s eyes on you. When you glanced up from your breakfast, he gave you a smirk as if to say, “Impressed?”

You were about to speak, but he beat you to it.

“So, we didn’t finish our discussion last night.”

“Discussion?” You tilted your head.

He nodded and tried to keep his smug smirk at bay. “You into the bad boy type, sweetheart?”

Your eyes widened before you covered your face with your hand. “Didn’t the time for this pass?”

“Nope.” He grinned. “C’mon, tell me, what’s it about him that gets you goin’?”

You shook your head and attempted to suppress your smile. Even though this was embarrassing, you still found Billy cute.

“I’m not doing this with you and that dirty mind of yours. It’s too early. Besides, the girls are still sleeping,” you said, taking a sip of coffee.

“Oh please, Max used to hear me with girls.” He stated it like a fact, without pride or accomplishment in his voice.

“I know. She’s complained to me multiple times,” you said matter-of-factly.

He cleared his throat, cheeks flushing pink. It surprised you.

He shrugged as if to shake off his actions. “Guess Winston and I are different then.”

“That’s not such a bad thing.” You hoped your smile told him that it really wasn’t a bad thing—that you genuinely liked the person he was growing into—that you cared for him.

“Hope so,” he said softly, taking a bite.

You could’ve stayed there and stared at him for the rest of the day. His eyes were so blue, his hair still a bit messy, and he just looked…he just looked content.

You wanted to reach across the table, grab his hand, hold it between yours and trace each finger. Maybe he’d stop you by pulling your hand to his lips. Maybe, you’d follow with your own.

And as soon as that thought reared its head, Max and El strolled into the kitchen.

“You made pancakes?” Max’s face scrunched up.

“We have guests,” Billy said with a shrug. Like he was concerned with being a good host.

At least for you, he was.

“When has that forced you to do anything?” she asked, stacking her plate.

You locked eyes with Billy from across the table and smiled shyly.

—

“So, you coming here next week?” he asked, putting your bag in the backseat for you.

You shook your head. “It’s at mine next week. Parents are away for a few days. I was thinking of making it an all-weekend thing.”

He slowly nodded, disappointed he wouldn’t see you—only to drop Max off and pick her up.

“Just let me know when I can get the shitbird out of my hair.” It’s all he thought to say to hide his discontentment.

You pursed your lips. It was now or never. “Actually, I was thinking—if you weren’t too busy, maybe you could come over, too? I know it’s technically ‘girls' night,’ but…last night was really nice.”

He tried to keep his face neutral, make it seem like he wasn’t experiencing heart palpitations, but his smile couldn’t stay hidden. It made you immediately relax.

“I’ll be there,” he said.

The way he looked at you sent shivers up your spine and heat through your veins. It was like he couldn’t believe you were real. You’d never seen him have this warmth in his gaze. Like he’d happily follow you anywhere and listen to every word you said.

You returned his smile with a gentle one of your own. “Good,” you whispered, tilting your head slightly.

He really was beautiful in the sunlight. His skin full of its own sun. You were so close to each other earlier that you felt it radiating off him. It took everything in you not to rest your head on his shoulder and nuzzle in.

He took a step forward, resting a hand on the roof of your car. “You gonna make me sleep on the floor at yours?”

You lightly bit your lip. And fuck, you were in for the best kind of trouble. “Depends on how much you impress me.”

“And what do I have to do to make that happen?” There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do.

You tried to repress your smile as you leaned to whisper in his ear. His hands instinctively went to rest on your hips. He shivered when your breath hit his skin.

“You’ll have to figure it out.” You pulled back with a little smirk, and he let out a soft chuckle.

His gaze flitted from your eyes to your lips and back again. His hand came up to caress your cheek, grazing his thumb there.

“Not even a little hint?” he asked teasingly.

“Where’s the fun in that?” You pushed your head further into his hand.

He hummed. “Guess you’re right. Have to earn it.”

You grinned. “I have complete faith in you.”

And even though you were both joking with each other, that meant more to him than he would ever admit. You believed in him. You had gotten to know him and helped him through the hardest parts of his life without even knowing it. He wanted to prove to you that trust wasn’t misplaced. That he deserved your patience, your kindness, your love.

Without another thought, he pulled you into his embrace. He held onto you like he was afraid to lose you—like you’d suddenly change your mind and not see him.

You could feel it in the way he held you. You struck something, something crucial, something he needed to hear. So, you hugged him back, smoothing your hand up and down his spine.

When you pulled away, you slipped your hand into his. “I should probably get going.”

He nodded. “Get home safe.”

“Thanks, Billy,” you said. “I’ll see you next week.”

Before you could step around him, he encircled your wrist gently and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“See you next week, sweetheart,” he said, a smirk slipping back onto his face.

You shook your head slightly as you climbed into your car, waving to him as you pulled out.

He stood there, watching you drive further away from him. And he knew you two were about to be much much closer.

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[this-do-be-therapeutic]

Like Me Again

Eddie Munson x FReader

Summary: Everything is going swimmingly with Eddie. I could not be happier. But one day, everything just takes a turn for the worse. Angst, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 3,883

A/N: Heyyyyyy. I'm going through some good ol' life shit, abandonment issues for the win, am I right? So I'm sorry if this is a mess and not well done, I was literally sobbing while writing this. Also, the reader has a good relationship with her father, I'm sorry if that seems unrealistic. I just like my dad and refuse to write anything about a bad dad.

This is the longest thing I've ever written. I'm not very proud of it, but I hope you enjoy. <3

Eddie and I have been dating for just a little over 3 months now and everything is going great. We have movie nights every single week on Friday at his house. We have a going out date every other week on Wednesday. We even have some spontaneous dates every now and then. I stay out of his Hellfire stuff because I simply don’t understand D&D. And we’re obviously together every day during lunch. Which is where we’re at now, lunch on Friday. 

I land in the seat next to him with a bit of a huff, exhausted from my last period. I place my chin on his shoulder, excited to see him. “Hi Eddie Bear.”  

He gives me a small smile and pats my head before wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “Hey sweetheart. Boring class?” 

“Ugh, yes. We were working on rhetorical analysis. I don’t understand it at all.” He chuckles a little and gives me a little kiss on the lips. He then feeds me the food that I brought with me, understanding that I simply could not be bothered.  

“Are you excited for movie night tonight?” He asks me. 

“You know I am. What are we watching tonight?” 

“The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2.” 

“Noooooo, you know how I am with horror movies!” 

Eddie gives me a big toothy grin. “That’s exactly why we watch them. It’s fun when you have to hide in me. And then you have to stay the night because you’re too scared to go home.” 

I give him the biggest pout I could muster. “You just like it when I suffer.” 

He laughs out loud, “You know I do!” 

That night I head over to his house already wearing my comfy pajamas and my fluffiest blanket- it’s Eddie’s favorite to cuddle under. Before I can even knock on the door, Eddie is opening it, having heard my car. 

I just have to stare at his glorious countenance, thinking about how lucky I got to be with such a handsome and cute man, his big brown eyes always carrying such love and kindness for me. His smiles that never seem to not light up a room. And it’s all mine. 

After staring at him for just a little longer, I realize he’s trying to get my attention and give him a smile. “Are you okay? You’ve been staring at me in silence for 30 seconds.” 

“Yeah. I’m wonderful. Just thinking about how much I love you and ow lucky I am.” 

Eddie practically melts at that, looking down with a huge smile trying to hide his blush. “You’re just trying to butter me up so we don’t have to watch the scary movie, aren’t you Princess?” 

I bite my lip with a little shake of my head. “Maybe.” 

He grabs my arm and pulls me close, holding me against his body. “It’s not going to work. I’ve learned of your temptress ways.” We both laugh a little as he wraps his arm around me, shutting the door at the same time. Eddie places a quick kiss on the top of my head before muttering, “I love you, too.” That’s always been my favorite thing to hear from him. 

We head over to the couch and set up everything we’ll need for our movie session, popcorn, skittles, m&ms, all the good stuff.  

After the movie is over, I’m clinging to Eddie with my entire being, my arms wrapped around one of his and my legs wrapped tight around his hips. He plays with the ends of my hair as he laughs at me. “Come on baby girl, it wasn’t that bad.” 

I turn my head to look at him with a small glare and pout, which just makes him laugh harder at my predicament. “Yes it was. It was awful. I can’t believe you made me watch that. 

Eddie simply shakes his head and picks me up- I refuse to place my feet on the floor when I’m scared. The monsters might be under ALL of the furniture- and takes me to his bed to sleep. He wraps his arms around me just as tight as my legs are around him, kissing the top of my head before whispering a sweet and gentle goodnight.  

In the morning, he sends me off with a full belly of eggs, toast, and apple juice, along with a kiss and a request that I call him when I get home so he knows I’m safe. Which I do, of course. It ends up being a 3 hour phone call before my mom gets mad and makes me get off so she can talk to one of her friends about a lunch they’re having. 

Monday morning, Eddie comes to pick me up for school. He comes and knocks on my door, doesn’t give me a kiss on the head for some reason, opens the van door for me and drives us to school. 

“Hey Eddie Bear. How’d you sleep?” 

“Good.” He lets out a sigh having to answer that simple question. He would usually tell me about how he would have slept much better if I were with him, or tell me about a crazy dream that he had. But he probably just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, we all have those days. 

“Did you have any fun dreams?” 

“No.”  

The rest of the car ride is spent in an uncomfortable silence. 

When we get to school, he comes and opens my door for me and offers his hand to help me out. I take it and go to hold it after I’m down, but he just pulls his hand away from me. He doesn’t talk to me for the rest of the morning, just brushing off every comment I make in attempt for conversation. 

When lunch comes around, I come and sit in my chair, trying to be more cheerful than usual for his sake, and rest my head on his shoulder, but he moves to get me off. “Hey Eddie Bear.” 

“Hey.” 

“How was class?” 

“Same as usual.”  

I nod and look at him. “Can you look at me for a second?” He does. His lips are set in a stiff line and his eyes still hold the same loving look in them, but with a feeling that I don’t quite understand. “Are you okay?” 

He nods and goes back to staring at the table, not even touching his lunch. I can tell something’s wrong, but I trust he’ll tell me when he’s ready. We agreed to never hide something that is bugging us from the other, deciding that communication is one of the biggest and most important parts of our relationship. 

After school, I get the same treatment as I did this morning. He walks me to my door and is about to walk away when I grab his hand. “Eddie, do you want to come in? Talk?” He shakes his head and continues to stare at the ground. “Okay, I love you. I hope tomorrow is better.” He simply nods before leaving me. I watch him get in his van and drive away before I head inside.  

When I get to my bed is when my brain starts working in overdrive, thinking about every piece of our interaction today and on Friday. Everything seemed normal and perfect on Friday. What did I do wrong? 

Am I too annoying? 

Am I too clingy? 

Is he tired of me?  

Is he cheating on me and that’s why he looked so off and maybe guilty during lunch? 

I can feel the tears want to start running, but I hold them back. No, I know he loves me. He would never do anything to hurt me. He tells me all the time that I am the light of his life. But what the hell is going on? 

This continues on Tuesday. But when I come to lunch today, Eddie’s interacting happily with the boys and I feel the pain in my chest lighten slightly. He’s finally in a better mood. It was just a fluke. 

However, when I sit down and try to hold his hand, he goes quiet and quickly moves his hand out of the way. I close my fist and shake it a little before pulling it back into my own lap. 

“Hey guys, hey Eddie Bear. What were you talking about?” I look to Eddie to answer my question, but it’s Gareth who speaks up. 

“We were just talking about how epic the last campaign was and how excited we are for the one tonight,” He speaks animatedly, something that Eddie does, did, a lot, too. 

That makes me smile, happy that Eddie is still doing something he’s passionate about while he’s going through such a hard time. “That’s awesome! Do you think I could maybe come and watch tonight? I’ve been kind of curious how your campaigns go.” 

Eddie is quickly shaking his head. “No, you wouldn’t understand anything that’s going on.” 

“Oh, um, okay. Sorry.” Did he just call me dumb? I mean, I might not understand what’s going on, but there’s always the possibility that I might. My heart sinks a little. Eddie has never said anything to me that could be rude. Ever. 

I space out for the rest of the lunch period, thinking about what Eddie just said, and how he’s been acting. Maybe he thinks I’m just too dumb to be his girlfriend. I have pretty average grades, but I don’t have much street smarts, I guess.  

Maybe I just need to learn about it on my own, then I can impress him and maybe try to either make my own character or even my own campaign! I can even ask my dad- who started playing a couple years ago with a few of his buddies- for help!  

I smile a little before the bell rings, blow Eddie a quick kiss and head off to my next period with a pep in my step. 

When Eddie drives me home, I go in and raid my dad’s stack of D&D books in the corner of our dining room, reading through everything and taking notes.  

The next day when Eddie cancels our Wednesday date to do who knows what, I’m not as disappointed as I imagined I would be, just excited to get back to learning about the things that my boyfriend is passionate about.  

The treatment continues all through to Friday. When I sit down for lunch, I turn my entire body to face Eddie. 

“Hey Eddie Bear, so I’ve been thinking about our movie date tonight. I kind of want to just talk to you instead of watch the movie. I’ve been working on something I think you’ll absolutely love.” 

He won’t even make eye contact with me as he says, “Um, sure. I guess we can do that.” As the days have been going on, Eddie has been looking less and less frustrated. At least with everyone else. It hurts, but I’m going to make everything better tonight, I just know it. 

So when I show up that night with my pajamas- and both a character sheet and a fun campaign that my dad helped with- in my backpack instead of wearing them, I’m literally dancing around as I wait for Eddie to open the door after I knock.  

When he does, I launch myself into his arms, hugging him as tight as I can, and he just holds his arms up in the air, as if hugging me back might hurt him. So I let him go and go sit on his couch. “Hey Eddie Bear! Are you ready to have your socks absolutely blown off?” 

He scratches at the back of his head and looks down at his feet, mumbling a little, “I’m not wearing socks,” which is the closest to a real conversation I’ve had with all week, so I giggle for a good five seconds before I get a hold of myself. 

“Okay, well I’m about to blow your mind. At least I hope so.” I pull out all the papers that I had carefully placed in a little folder to present them to him. 

“What is this?” He takes it and flips through the first few pages not really looking at them.  

“Well,” I start, drawing out the l, “I know I haven’t exactly been the best girlfriend and haven’t been showing an interest in your favorite game, so I did a bunch of research and made my own character! I even had my dad help me write a campaign!” He plops down on the recliner next to the couch as he starts actually reading through it.  

When he finishes, he clears his throat and says, “This is sweet and I appreciate the thought, but I still don’t think you would understand anything that happens in the game.”  

I deflate only a little. “But that’s the great part, my dad agreed to help me learn everything about it! He and his friends are starting a new campaign soon and they’re going to make it a little easier for me to learn, so I can finally come play with you!” 

He runs his hand over his face in exasperation with a small groan. “But I don’t want you to come play with us, alright? You happy? Is that what you wanted to hear?” 

Now that’s what deflates me completely. My face falls and I feel my tears threatening to come back, but I refuse to cry over something like this. OF course, he wouldn’t want me to come play with them. This is something he does with his friends, we spend enough time together. “Oh, um, I’m sorry for overstepping. I understand why you wouldn’t want me to play with you guys.” Eddie just looks at me in silence, not giving away anything he’s thinking about through his expression. 

“Do you,” I start, my voice cracking so I clear my throat, “do you think we could maybe watch a movie now?” 

“You said you didn’t want to watch one, so I didn’t rent one.” He is continuing to be very short with me. 

“Oh, can I still spend the night though?” 

“I think it would be best if you left, honestly.” 

I officially feel a tear slide down my cheek as I nod and stand up. “Okay, I love you. I’m sorry I upset you.” I pick up my stupid papers and shove them in my backpack before leaving. I take a glance back at him before I leave. He’s sitting with a hand over his mouth, his leg bouncing as he stares at the wall away from me.  

When I get home, I immediately run to my room, sobbing silently into my pillow, hoping nobody else in the house can hear me.  

As I lie there, I think about other ways that I could try to be a better girlfriend, what else I can do to make him like me again.  

I spend the rest of the weekend trying to hide my hurt feelings from my family and not looking forward to Monday.  

On Sunday night, Eddie calls. He tells me he can’t give me a ride to school tomorrow. Which is fine, I can’t bear to continue to be a disappointment to him. 

I don’t sit with the group during lunch. I go to the library, still trying to figure out what I can do to appeal to my boyfriend once more.  

When I first walk in, I take a look at the bulletin board, and suddenly a lightbulb goes off. Sitting in the middle of the board is a flyer to Corroded Coffin’s performance at the Hideout every Saturday night. Of course! Eddie and I don’t share much of an interest in music, but I can learn to love it! I can feel my spirit start to return. 

As soon as school lets out, I run to the music store. I go through the cassettes and do my best to remember the bands that Eddie loves, and buy every one that I can find.  

I continue to not sit with the boys at lunch, instead I sit in the library listening to as much metal music as I can. I do the same when I’m at home and even in my car. And on Friday, after Eddie finds me to tell me that he can’t watch a movie with me tonight, I go shopping for a more metal outfit that I can wear to his show tomorrow. I end up with a black tank and a black ripped skinny jeans, finding some chains that match Eddie’s, loving the fact that I’ll get to match my sexy boyfriend. 

When I show up to the Hideout, Corroded Coffin is already set up and on stage, about ready to start their performance. I look around and find some other metalheads, a few of them girls, and a few drunk dudes strewn about the joint.  

Eddie starts playing a song I don’t recognize, and he looks completely in his element. I imagine it’s similar to how he looks when he is playing D&D, and it just makes me fall deeper in love with him.  

When he starts singing, I can’t help but cheer along with all the other metals, remembering all those nights that Eddie would sing my favorite songs to me after we would watch a horror movie to help calm me down.  

When the song ends he takes a hold of the microphone to speak, “This next one goes out to my favorite fan,” he must have seen me! I’m so glad I put in the extra effort to be here. “Bethany.” Then a slower song starts, and I immediately recognize it as a song that he always sang to me.  

I look at the other girls and can tell which one is Bethany. All the other ones are looking at her and giving her knowing looks.  

When I look up, I see Eddie looking right at her, playing and singing for her. So I leave.  

When I make it to my car, I slam my forehead into the steering wheel with a scream before I start sobbing into the silence. I rip off the ugly chain that was supposed to match him, not caring that it ripped the belt loops on my pants. Rub at the makeup I put on to match the other girls and come to a decision. 

I have to end things with Edie. 

He made it pretty obvious that things were over between us, he just didn’t have the balls to do the messy breakup thing. So I’ll do it for him. On Monday. 

On Monday, I get to school before Eddie does, and I leave a note in his locker asking to meet up at the spot in the woods after school. If he thinks it’s for a drug deal, he won’t back out. He needs all the money he can get to take Bethany out on nice dates like he did me. 

After school, I let him get to the spot first, that way he won’t have a chance to see me and run.  

When I get there, I call out to him. He turns and his eyes widen as he stiffens. My heart tightens as I look at him, still absolutely in love with him. 

“Edward.” He winces. I never use his legal name. 

“Y/N. What’s going on?” 

“Nothing. Just decided I could show some mercy on you and do this for you. We’re over. I can’t do this anymore.” 

His brows furrow. “Do this for me? Sweetheart, do you think I want to break up with you?” 

“You’ve made it pretty damn obvious. Especially on Saturday night when you dedicated a song to another girl.”  

“You came to my show?” 

“Yes, Eddie! I came to your show! Like I should have the whole time, because that’s what a good girlfriend would do! I’m sorry I’m such a shitty girlfriend and I didn’t support you as much as I should have.” My emotions are starting to pour over once again as I feel my throat tighten and hear my voice break. “I’m so sorry I drove you away. I didn’t mean to. I just wish you could have told me before you decided I wasn’t worth it anymore. I would do anything to make you happy.” At this point the tears flowing hot and free. I can’t even see Eddie from how my eyes are watering. 

I’m shocked when he pulls me into him, burying his face in my hair. “Baby girl, you are not a bad girlfriend. Shit,” I hear his voice break now too. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that, I’m so sorry. I don’t want to break up. I just got so scared.” 

“W-Why would you get scared?” 

“After you told me that you were thinking about how lucky you are, it got me thinking. About how you could do so much better. And I thought that if you looked at me long enough you’d realize that and just leave me. So I shut down and shut you out. I’m so sorry.” He starts rocking us back and forth. 

“B-But I love you so much,” a whole new wave of tears starts pouring down my face as I think about how much I really do. “You’re the best boyfriend I could ever have. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I thought you were getting tired of me because I wasn’t interested in all the stuff you are.” 

“Is that why you learned about D&D? Because you wanted me to like you?” I nod. “And why you came to my show on Saturday?” 

“Mhm. Even bought a whole new outfit to match you and everything.” 

“Oh baby girl, I’m so sorry you felt like that.” He kisses the top of my head again. “I promise I love you. I could never get tired of you.” 

“So,” I sniffle, “who’s Bethany and why did you sing that song to her? I thought that was only for me.” 

“Bethany is our biggest supporter. She gave us large donations after our first performance so we could get new instruments. And she specifically requested that song. Some of our audience likes more boring music like you.” 

“Hey!” I pull out of his embrace to smack his arm. “Not cool man.” He laughs and cups both my cheeks to give me a gentle kiss, the first one in so long.  

When we pull away, we both have huge smiles, and when I look in his eyes, I can see the love he has for me back in his eyes. “So is she still your favorite fan?” 

“Not if you’re a fan, Princess.” He messes up my hair but I don’t care. 

“Of course I’m a fan. My boyfriend is rocking on a super cool guitar and singing sexy metal music. Which I listened a bunch to and actually really enjoyed. 

He lights up even more at that. “Really?” I nod. “That’s awesome! But now I kind of want to see the outfit you bought just for me.”  

I grab his hand and drag him back to our cars, “Right this way, Eddie Bear.” 

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie munson angst #Eddie angst #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things angst #Eddie Munson x femreader

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20 Qs for fic writers

1. How many works do you have on A03? 22

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 134,415

3. What fandoms do you write for? Vampire Chronicles, plus a few Umbrella Academy pieces

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? La mort dans dentelle (Death in Lace), Pink, An Aching Pulse in Search of a Home, and Bright Star. (Basically, all the fics that I no longer really like, that I wrote pre-hiatus in like 2018 that have been up on AO3 the longest so statistically have the most kudos just from age LOL)

5. Do you respond to comments? I really really try to!!! Most of the time I get really overwhelmed though like YOU GUYS ARE SO NICE LMAO so just saying "Thank you!" doesn't feel like enough and I get really nervous about not seeming grateful so it takes me approximately 10 years to reply to comments. I try to catch up every couple of months, though.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I'm sorry I love angst, but I am one of those writers who likes to have a satisfying emotional wrap-up at the ends of my fics so honestly most of them end on a sweet note. The closest thing is maybe les rousseurs amères de l'amour which was still soft, but definitely bittersweet.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? aksdjfhcabdsfk they all have happy endings bc I am a sucker and a sap!!! Home Court Advantage is definitely the silliest fluffiest ending though :)

8. Do you get hate on fics? Only if you count the comments that compliment my writing as being in-character for the tv show characters LOL (seriously one time someone commented that they could hear Jacob Anderson's voice come through in my dialogue and I had to go lie down lmfao)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? These days I mostly write smut LOL but even in the pwp pieces I see most of my smut as opportunities for character building, so most of my work tends to fall into the Smut With Feelings category lmfao

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I don't write crossover fic anymore, but back when I was crazy active on my rp accounts, I wrote hella crossover! It was moreso on the Umbrella Academy side than my VC side, but I did have some fun rp threads between Louis and Philippe D'Orleans (specifically the tv Versailles version lmao).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge! Please don't do that!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not yet!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Once upon a time, baby High School Ash co-wrote an insane crossover fic with a friend I had met through tumblr. It was Barnabas Collins (from Tim Burton's Dark Shadows) x Mrs. Lovett. I feel so brave for admitting this LOL I really truly was so emotionally invested in that fic and it's so cringe-worthy but I had fun and that's what matters!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? I mean. I'm a Loustat girlie through and through LOL but I also love Louis with Armand, or in any configuration of any of the poly ships! As long as Louis is there, you can count me in.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Maybe one of the Louis/Lestat/Armand pieces I started....I love the 3 of them but I get burnt out so quickly because all 3 characters are so complex and so everything feels like an Ordeal with them because they're all very opinionated and only work in a certain dynamic if that makes sense!

16. What are your writing strengths? I think the thing I'm most proud of is my lyrical prose! I like writing sentences that just punch you in the face with feeling! I want my writing to feel evocative, I want the words and details to stick in your head and rattle around.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I wish I had better stamina and pacing to write longer pieces LMAO like honest to god it's looking like my next fic is gonna be around 9k-10k and it really truly felt like I was going to die writing it LOL it's taken me like 2 months and it has felt like pulling teeth the entire time. For someone who likes writing, I sure wish I liked writing more asdsfkfjghdxghn

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Like Kacy said, if it's done well and adds to the world of the fic, then sure! I'm definitely guilty of this trope, but I try to reserve it for the really high-stakes moments so that the language lands differently and is more impactful. But I also think dialogue (and even certain dialects) in different languages have the power to do more harm than good. Like, as a reader, I know that if I see a line of something in a language I can't read, the first thing I'm going to have to do is open another browser tab to google translate, and then go back and read it in context again, and by that time the flow is disrupted and everything is off and it's just hard!!

19. First fandom you wrote for? ooooh girl you should've seen some of the spicy Sweeney Todd fic I was hand-writing in my notebooks in high school. Actually it was more psychological angst than smut but LOL listen I'm a ride or die Mrs. Lovett girlie, what can I say.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? I think in the grand scheme of things, Air Catcher will always have a special place in my heart. It was one of those rare lightning in a bottle instances where the idea came to me so suddenly and so clearly, and the concept felt so obvious I was like "SURELY someone has written this already???" but then I checked and NOPE no one as far as I was aware had written about vampire top drop, and so I just fucking went to town with that fic. It was among some of the first writing I'd done since coming out of hiatus, and to this day I think it's the only fic I've ever written where the end product was exactly what I had envisioned and hoped it would be. That fic was a gift from god to me LOL and it'll be one year old this summer! wild!!!!

Tagged by: @monstersinthecosmos <3 Tagging: adkjhfbcjhdsb once again I feel like all my fic-writing friends have been tagged by this point but PLEASE if you're reading this, do it and say I tagged you <3

#my writing #vc fic #this was fun! thanks for the tag!!

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20 questions for fic writers

Thanks to @isagrimorie for the tag!

1 How many works do you have on Ao3?

14

2 What's your total Ao3 word count?

452,732

3 What fandoms do you write for?

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (and technically Angel, I suppose, but not really), Mass Effect (but not recently)

I've also tried writing some Avatar: The Last Airbender and Farscape and Person of Interest works over the years, but nothing that I've finished yet.

4 What are your top five fics by kudos?

Coexist: Season 3 Buffy AU in which it was Giles, and not Jenny, who was murdered by Angelus in Season 2 [27 chapters; 277,084 words; various POVs but mostly alternating Buffy/Faith]

Last Year's Rain Didn't Fall Quite So Hard: Season 4 Buffy AU in which Faith wakes up from her coma having forgotten about killing Allan Finch and everyting that happened afterwards [one shot; 16,904 words; Buffy POV]

Together: Season 3 Buffy AU in which the Homecoming Dance goes a bit differently [one shot; 2,711 words; Faith POV]

Done: post-canon Buffy fic set a few years after the end of Season 7, with Buffy having mostly stepped back from being an active Slayer [one shot; 4,312 words; Buffy POV]

Mixed Signals: post-canon Buffy fic looking at Faith's changing relationship with Buffy since first meeting her [one shot; 4,919 words; Faith POV]

5 Do you respond to comments?

Not often or promptly enough. I try though: I really do appreciate the comments I get a lot.

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

Think this is a toss-up between two different canon-compliant Faith POV one-shots: One Girl In All The World and Calling.

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

Together is the happiest and fluffiest thing I can imagine ever writing.

8 Do you get hate on fics?

I don't think so? None that I can remember anyway. (I do use the block and mute features on Ao3 though, so maybe I'm just blissfully ignorant.)

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

No. Just don't have the talent for it.

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

I don't have any published crossovers but I do have very vague ideas for a Buffy/Farscape crossover that I sometimes play around with in my mind. (Largely inspired by the joke of taking the couple of times Crichton makes references to 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' which his crewmates don't get, and pretending that they're right to assume he's talking about a person he knows rather than a TV show he used to watch.)

11 Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge (and honestly I'm not sure I'd want to know if I had?).

12 Have you ever had a fic translated?

If I have I don't know about it (and I would love to know if I did!).

13 Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. I think it might be fun, but I'd probably have to change the way I write a lot.

14 What's your all time favorite ship?

Moya!

I mean, look at her!

(Oh, okay, it's Buffy/Faith, if that wasn't obvious.)

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

I'd love to finish either of my uncompleted Mass Effect fics (the first and longest, Residuum, is actually fully planned out and has been for years: I just got stuck on writing a particular chapter and never managed to come back to it; I had a fairly detailed plan for Night Winds in Nos Astra when I posted the first chapter but then I decided I hated it and never figured out how to fix it.)

16 What are your writing strengths?

Dream sequences. Internal monologues. Foreshadowing. Planning. Quoting bits of canon back at the reader in hopefully interesting ways. Hopefully getting the characters' voices sounding reasonably accurate.

17 What are your writing weaknesses?

Deadlines. Brevity. Physical descriptions. Titles.

18 Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I haven't really thought about it much before, honestly.

19 First fandom you wrote for?

Mass Effect is the first fandom I submitted anything for anywhere online. I wrote some Avatar: The Last Airbender fic before that though (a long Azula POV AU that I would kind of like to come back to one day, though I'd probably have to rewrite it from scratch).

20 Favorite fic you've written

Realistically, I think popular consensus must be correct that Coexist is the best thing I've ever written (though I sometimes wish I'd spent more than a minute thinking up a title). It's definitely the work I'm proudest of, and I think it contains some of my best writing (and ... well, most of my writing, based on the numbers I just posted). But I have a bit of a soft spot for some of my earlier Mass Effect fics, which aren't incredibly polished but I learned a lot from working on, and for Last Year's Rain Didn't Fall Quite So Hard as well.

Tagging: @juanabaloo @beatriceeverytuesday @explosionshark @bodytoflame-ao3 and anyone else who wants to do this.

#fanfic #tag games

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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 ❤️

It’s so wild to think about that less than a year ago I only had six posted fics to choose from and now I have thirty-seven. So this was a hard choice… but in no particular order, here are my tentative top five!

Midnight Marauders - My longest fic, clocking in at more than 17k! It’s for The Great Ace Attorney, and chronicles how a young Herlock Sholmes met, befriended, and eventually moved in with a certain traumatized doctor, with a mixture of humor, drama, and warm-hearted pathos. I hadn’t read A Study in Scarlet when I started writing this, so the meeting is wholly original! (Perhaps Iris took some creative liberties.)

The Musgrave Ritual Sacrifice - My second-longest fic at more than 14k! It considers how the events of canon Sherlock Holmes story “The Adventure of the Musgrave Ritual” might have played out in the eldritch horror universe of Neil Gaiman’s “A Study in Emerald”. Follow the brilliant detective, his partner, and their quiet, fond romance through a world of terror, mystery, and doubt.

i’ve studied how to properly love - Did you ever watch Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century and think to yourself, “Jesus Christ, the deeper implications of this children’s cartoon are absolutely horrific”? Then this fic is for you! It manifests as a journal written not by Watson, but by his robot imitation, as he worries over the newly-resurrected Holmes (who has convinced himself the robot Watson is the real man he loved), the self-destructive, guilt-ridden Beth Lestrade, and his own feelings, sentience, and sense of self. One of my favorite things I’ve ever written, actually.

A Proper Celebration - A sequel to an adorable Jeeves-Holmes crossover ficlet by Loremaiden, this is a short little oneshot about Bertie getting published for the first time, and fellow author and lifelong supporter Watson coming from Sussex along with Holmes to congratulate him. By far the fluffiest entry on this list. (And I’m a bit proud of managing a decent Bertie Wooster POV voice that people seemed to like!)

To Taste Death Valiantly - I love the Raffles stories by E. W. Hornung. I also love the 1971 cult film They Might Be Giants, an odd romantic comedy about a man who thinks he’s Sherlock Holmes and the doctor named Mildred Watson who is assigned to look after him. So I thought to myself: what if there was a Raffles version of the same story - but this time they were both girls?? Thus, this is the tale of Sarah “Bunny” Mathers, failed writer and suicidal housewife, and how a chance meeting with a beautiful, delusional burglar gives her a new reason to live. Probably the nichest entry on this list, but I had a lot of fun writing it.

#red responses #the great ace attorney #a study in emerald #sherlock holmes in the 22nd century #jeeves and wooster #acd holmes #crime and cricket #they might be giants #sherlock holmes #it’s hard to pick favorites because I generally like all my writing lmao #but these are the ones that immediately came to mind #and even though all of them are Holmes adjacent somehow I tried to make sure I didn’t duplicate fandoms #so yeah! I hope you have as much fun reading these as I did writing them

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2022 ao3 wrapped!!

thanks for the tag @hexmionegranger!!

Works Published: 14 (and only one of those is a WIP!!)

Word Count: 61,045. woah.

Hits: 54,219. woah.

Bookmarks: 2,296. woah.

Most popular by kudos: Ok the real answer is the same fic that has the most hits so I’m instead going to gush about dots and dashes, which is a silly little Steddie fic featuring Morse code and first “I love yous” that got way more love than I expected, since I drafted it in three days in what felt like a fever dream state.

Most hits: Eddie’s Spectacular, Awkward, Very Safe, Very Fun First Time, which still blows my mind. It was the first explicit work I ever wrote, and the fact that it got so much love is still unbelievable to me.

Longest: This one is my most recent one: save a horse, ride an ex-jock. I wrote this on a combination of a dare and a bribe, and it turned out to be my longest one-shot ever. Wild. Go give it a read if you want what can best be described as “comedy with incidental smut.”

Shortest: I actually didn’t realize this was going to be my shortest fic, but it’s Backer? I Hardly Know Her! which is a super niche little fic about accents that actually launched the “Appalachian Eddie Munson” tag on ao3, which makes me so happy because not only did this silly idea get a lot of attention, but I also started a tag on ao3? Lifetime achievement right there, I swear.

Most comments: It’s Eddie’s Spectacular, Awkward, Very Safe, Very Fun First Time, which, again, thank you all so much.

Fic that made me cry: Well, I haven’t posted the chapters that are making me emotional yet, but it’s probably going to be Born to Run, which is my take on Eddie’s backstory all the way until we see him jump on the cafeteria table. He goes through a lot, but there’s a lot of happy moments, too, I promise!!

Fic that made me smile: Black Velvet. It’s my first Stranger Things fic, and it’s so soft and sweet that I genuinely have smiled when I reread it.

Gifts: I’ve written one gift fic this year, which, if you told me a year ago I’d have friends I could actually gift works to, I’d probably laugh in your face. Nevertheless, I wrote save a horse, ride an ex-jock for @hexmionegranger and @reindeerrobin .

Events: I participated in the Stranger Things: A Very Fruity Halloween 2022 Gift Exchange (organized by the awesome @nostalgicbones) for which I wrote no more lovesick idiots for @obeyyourdungeonmaster and shoot for @babygirl-jonathanbyers, and I received just don’t say bullshit by @fruityfourgalore. I also took part in Lex’s Spicy Six Winter Fic Challenge 2022 (organized by the amazing @thefreakandthehair) for which I wrote snow, angel? which might be my fluffiest work yet.

tagging: anyone who i’ve already mentioned, as well as @santababysteve @rougenancy @eddieunbanished @rejectofsociety @super--fade and if you want to do it, just say i tagged you!

#tag games #seriously this was so much fun!!

[ladyelainehilfur]

Master List of Weak Hero Fics

With Extreme Prejudice, Julia

Summary: Gray is in a precarious position and two people have something to say about it, though for entirely different reasons. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

Why you should read: 16K words, lots of fluff, a little mystery, featuring Lily, Stephen, and Jimmy.

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The Snake Oil Man Sells Lightning In A Bottle

Summary: Gray and Stephen find each other, just not where they expect.

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Why you should read: The reunion episode between Gray and Stephen we may never get ಥ‿ಥ

edit: okay let's all happy cry :'D

Comet and the Castle

Summary: Breaking news: two dumbasses scare locals when they choose violence over peace on earth.

Why you should read: lots of holiday shenanigans and Lily beats up someone (Jimmy).

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Blood and Brain

Summary: Lily and Julia go to the movies together. Lily reaches out first.

Why you should read: A quick read that studies their relationship.

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Legendary Souls

Summary: In which Lily finally learns the truth about Gray's abilities, and he learns the truth about hers.

Why you should read: Badass Lily soloing thugs because she wants to protect Gray.

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Things

Summary: Theories, character essays, shipping blurbs, previews of unreleased work, etc.

Why you should read: contains the fluffiest (or spiciest🧍‍♂️) stories + essays about my favorite characters.

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City Men in Their Fancy Suits

Summary: Jimmy is some college yuhtz who doesn't know how to be a cowboy.

Why you should read: Surprisingly not a crack fic, and Jimmy takes care of baby ducks.

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An Acasonic Feeling

Summary: Stephen is the third grade class clown. He's also Gray's bold defender in gym class.

Why you should read: nice little one-shot, cute aged down Stephen and Gray shenanigans.

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2 Shot, 4 Cubes

Summary: A stranger visits the coffee shop where Stephen works and Stephen couldn't be more intrigued.

Why you should read: The first chapter re-released where Stephen is a barista JUST LIKE IN CANON EEEE!!!!

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Patron Saints of Homecoming

Summary: Jimmy is new, angry, and severely out of the loop. He accidentally befriends two polar opposite groups, both who hint at something darker and more complicated to the school’s past than he’d ever guess. As if things weren’t dire enough, it’s homecoming spirit week and some cute, dumbass nerd is forcing him to participate.

Why you should read: My longest and most complex fic yet, with lots of mystery and fun character interactions! Also a very bangin' romance, I must say.

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Weaktober 2022

Summary: A collection of Weaktober 2022 one shots, featuring my favorite characters in the series in different AUs!

Why you should read: A bunch of cute, funny scenarios, usually exploring the AUs from other fics I've written!

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The Prince & The Sorcerer

Summary: Gray is the crown prince of Camelot and he wakes up in a bed that is not his own.

Why you should read: Just a really fun medieval AU that take the best parts of BBC Merlin and is perfectly enjoyable even if you haven't watched it.

Upcoming:

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#weak hero #Gray Yeon #Stephen Ahn #Lily Nam #Jimmy Bae #I'm not tagging everyone okay 😅 #fanfic #disclaimer: spicy isn't very spicy at all :P

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20 Q's for Fic Writers

I don't think @oloreandil meant to tag me but I'm doing it anyway!

1 - How many works do you have on ao3?

215. I had a huge head start when I did one ficlet a day in 2015, but not all 365 of those made it onto Ao3 (and a few of them were chapters added to other fics.

2 - What's your total ao3 word count?

1,022,445. I'm so sad I didn't even notice when I went over a million on there! But upon checking it looks like it was during my posting for the HQ Monsterlovers Big Bang, so that's not surprising.

3 - What fandoms do you write for?

I mainly write for Haikyuu!!, but I started with Free!. I've also written for the MCU once or twice and VLD once, but I think there's only one of those ones on Ao3.

4 - What are your top five fics by kudos?

Fool's Gold, Curiosity Killed the Cat (and Satisfaction Brought it Back) , both of which surprised me, Growing Old in Mediocrity, which I seriously thought would be number one, Those Who Wander, and Brave.

5 - Do you respond to comments?

Honestly, no. I feel bad about it and I hate it, but I don't do it. I get so anxious that I'm going to somehow offend someone, or about what I'm going to say, and just. Ugh.

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

Four Christmases That Totally Sucked (And One That Kind of Didn't) is the only fic I have left up that's just straight angst. I have a lot of hurt/comfort, but pretty much everything I write has a happy ending in one form or another. There is one other fic that exists only if you know where to find it here on tumblr that I deleted all the links to because I got literal death threats over the sad ending and I'm not playing that game with y'all.

7 - What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This one depends on your definition of happy ending. Like I said pretty much all of my fics have a happy ending because of who I am as a person, but some of them require more work to get to than others. the best revenge (you are a life well lived) is by far the one that fits this question the best. Not only did the characters have to work hard for that happy ending, but I did too. To this day when I'm feeling trapped in a PTSD spiral, I can often point at that fic to remind myself that there is a way out, and that there is a life beyond the lowest point. Those few of you who know just how much I was going through leading up to posting this fic, including the night of posting it, y'all know exactly how much that means to me.

8 - Do you get hate on fics?

I have, but not in a long time. The thing is, I'm kind of an oblivious moron, sitting happily in my little corner of the sandbox and making the blorbos kiss. I do know there had been hate about me that I never even noticed, but the only hate I actually saw was back in 2015, so I'm glad about that.

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

I have been told I write the fluffiest smut on the face of the planet, which is hilarious considering that most of what I write is also pretty kinky. I've been in the sex industry in one form or another for a few years now, mostly on the retail side, and I know some crazy shit, and it's kind of a special interest now. So erotica and smut are my bread and butter, but even when there are chains and whips and chastity devices, there's also a lot of love and aftercare and fluffy, schmoopy, cuddly grossness.

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

Crossovers just kind of... pop out of me. None of them are crazy imo... most of them are Haikyuu!! and Free!, though I'm pretty sure there have been some knb kids as well.

11 - Have you ever had a fic stolen?

It was the funniest thing, my longest fic, the one I'm most proud of, was snatched and put up on Amazon for sale. It was a huge thing, so I wasn't the only author scraped, but let me tell you seeing my gay anime magic au fanfiction sold as an actual book with no changes to even the title or the description or character names still gives me a bit of a giggle.

12 - What's the longest you've spent working on one fic? And the shortest?

the best revenge objectively shouldn't have taken me over two years to write, but when you factor in all the life shit that happened to produce that fic, yes it should have. Prior to that, I spent 10 months or so writing The Anatomy of an Eternity and I'm so proud of how it turned out and have spent the last, oh god, six years chasing that high.

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

One time a co-written fic just fell out of @ezzydean and I like an egg we didn't realize we were laying. Just. Plop! Ezzy re-formatted our chat log into jagged pieces and Feathers on the windowsill and to this day I don't know how it happened.

14 - What's your all-time favorite ship? From all fandoms?

I feel like it's unfair to say SakuAtsu considering I have posted exactly one (1) fic of them, but y'all have no idea how badly these to assholes have taken over my life. I had to give them their own section in my 4thewords writing organization. I hate them so much someone stop them.

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

There's a running joke that's not actually a joke about "the fanfic I will never publish". It's currently over 100k long and I doubt it'll ever see the light of day. I would also like to finish How Many Crows Does it Take to Screw In a Lightbulb but I don't know if I can finish it as is or if I need to tear it down and start all over since the timeskip.

16 - What are your writing strengths?

I've been told my characterization is gold, and I'm not discounting that. I think that I'm also just really good at Putting Dudes Into Situations. Since I am, as mentioned, sitting in a sandbox and making the blorbos kiss, that's really what writing fic is to me. I just wanna see what happens to these characters if I stick them in different combinations. I wanna see if they maintain the same basic form when they're not playing volleyball, but are instead navigating the faerie court, or in a magic college, or sailing on pirate ships. How much does environment change who we are and how much is it intrinsic to ourselves?

17 - What are your writing weaknesses?

Shiny Object Syndrome. I see a fun new AU and I have to physically restrain myself from chasing it down a rabbit hole and ignoring the sixteen other projects I have going on.

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

Since I'm an Anglophone I don't know how much of a leg I have to stand on in this question. That said, I do believe there are certain things that can't be expressed outside of their native language. That said, I don't think it's my place as a white USAmerican to try and tell stories about what it's like to be xyz other race/culture/experience that I simply don't have access to. I do use Japanese terms in-prose for certain things. Genkan and Engawa are the most prominent things I can think of, since most English-speaking cultures don't really have equivalents in our own homes. Lines of dialog in other cultures are an interesting thing that I tend to avoid specifically because I don't know how to do it well in most of the languages that would make sense for what I'm writing (I speak enough Spanish to pass for a precocious pre-schooler, and I have a decent amount of Latin and Irish under my belt, but none of those really have a chance to come up in what I write, unfortunately).

19 - First fandom you wrote for?

Free!. The very first ficlet posted on this tumblr account was written January 1, 2015, and it was the very first piece of fanfic I ever wrote. Because I'm insane like that.

20 - Favourite fic you've written?

I love most of my children equally. That said, the best revenge (you are a life well lived), The Anatomy of an Eternity, and Rowan Berries, Iron, and Other School Supplies all have a very special place in my heart.

I'm not gonna tag anyone directly but if anyone does it from seeing this, please tag me so I can read!

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#5

A YOU moodboard // aesthetic challenge.

Thank you @itsallaboutcalum for tagging me to do this! I love tag games like this and it was so fun.

tagging: @homosociallyyours @gremlingraves @horrorandseance @amerequeer @magnificentharlot and any other mutuals who want to do it!

(rules are under the cut)

to make your own moodboard go to *pinterest* and search:

(I also used Google with "unsplash" and "pexels" instead of pinterest)

1. favourite colour + aesthetic

2. favourite colour + outfit + aesthetic

3. favourite colour + shoes (choose one that goes with your style)

4. favourite colour + an accessory you like

5. type a word that identifies you + quote (choose one that goes with you)

6. favourite celebrity + favourite colour

7. type your favourite hobby

8. favourite colour + aesthetic again

9. favourite colour + favourite word + aesthetic

6 notes - Posted January 1, 2022

#4

Friendofhayley's Top Books of 2022 Pt. 1 LGBTQIA+ Fiction

This Book Rec is on LGBTQ+ books (realistic fiction edition). It includes 5 books. Let's go!!

I'll Be the One by Lyla Lee | F/M both bisexual!! This book follows Skye, a Korean-American bisexual girl in high school who wants to be the next K-Pop star. Her dancing is incredible but the biggest barrier to everyone else is her body. As someone is half-Korean and considered plus-size in that culture, this book definitely felt like something I've always wanted. It hurt but I definitely understood every character's intentions and I loved every second of it. (Even the painful parts. Do we all have mommy issues??) I will definitely read this again whenever I'm feeling down after hearing another Ajumma comment on my body.

"There are so many forms of Asian-parent tough love, where parents say and do mean things only because they want the best for us. Is all of that “tough love” abusive? What distinguishes tough-love parenting from abuse? After all, Mom did say she’s afraid of what other people might say about me. Even though she is mostly afraid that people might think she’s a bad parent, isn’t the fact that she’s worried about me a good thing?"

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7 notes - Posted December 7, 2022

#3

Welcome to 2022 everyone! And welcome to the December 2021 multifandom fic rec roundup. Thank you to all the content creators who have ever written a word, drafted a pic, or even just brainstormed! We would be lost without you. This fic rec includes 12 fics from the Witcher, IT, Teen Wolf, and Harry Potter fandoms. Fics that ruined me are in asteriks. Enjoy!

Geraskier (The Witcher)

1. Jaskier Meets the Wolves of Kaer Morhen (series) by TheSupernova | Wolves love Jaskier - suspicious but loving Lambert - established relationship - Fae Jaskier - 2+ parts

When he took a contract to kill a kikimora, the last thing Lambert expected was to run into his brother. Scratch that, the last thing he expected was to run into Geralt and a bard, the latter of whom seems overly familiar with his brother despite Lambert never having heard of him. It's the sort of thing he'd walk away from, if Geralt wasn't hurt.

Gods, he should've walked away.

2. Jaskier: Part time bard, part time courtesan, full time collector of Witchers by CertainlyNotRoach (Sweet Candy) | instead of changing Witchers' reputation through some it's just stories of sexual prowess - jealous puppy Lambert - hasn't gone to the Geraskier part yet - Wolves, Vipers, Cats, oh my! - 24k+

Jaskier was the second most popular whore in all of Oxenfurt because his attention wasn’t an act; Jaskier fell in love easily and with almost everyone around him. He fell out of love just as quickly, which was a blessing because even a bard can only take so much heartbreak, but just a smile, a word, a glance or even a gesture and he was hopelessly in love. He loved almost all his customers earnestly and they always left with a spring in their step, a pleased blush on their cheeks or a small, secretive smile on kiss swollen lips.

He was authentic. Who knew that it would be his personality and not his species that would draw Witchers to him like moths to a flame?

3. to grow in adversity by @b-witchered | I just love the trope of Jaskier being the brother of the scariest women on the Continent - slow-burn - character studies of women - Jaskier is the sun, Renfri is the moon - 117k+

“For you!” Julian cried, shoving a fistful of weeds in Renfri’s direction, his smile wide and carefree. Renfri carefully took them in her hands that were only shaking a little bit now, smearing red onto green stems and yellow petals.

Julian clambered into the bed beside her and crawled halfway onto her lap. “I got you flowers, ‘cause you’re so pretty like them!”

“These aren’t flowers, they’re weeds,” Renfri told him, rolling her eyes but allowing the contact with ease. Some days it seemed like Julian was the only person in the entire castle who wasn’t afraid of her.

4. resist death, make trouble by @partialresonance | what if...Jaskier was super tortured? - dissociation - Geralt loves Jaskier - CW: aftermath of torture - 28k

Eventually, Jaskier settles down on the bed. When he’s been silent for several long moments Geralt cracks open an eye. The light from the fire in the hearth is more than enough to see by for his enhanced eyesight. Jaskier is curled up on the bed, back to the wall and limbs gathered up to his chest. It’s a childlike pose that strikes a dissonant chord in Geralt’s chest. He remembers spending nights with Jaskier in other inns, in camps on the roadside, and Jaskier sprawls when he sleeps. Limbs flung out in every direction, sometimes close enough to grasp for Geralt’s warmth.

5. Dandelion Lies by Hum My Name (My_Kind_of_Crazy) | show and book Dandelion merging, kinda - oof, this hurted - Geralt loves Jaskier - Jaskier & Yennifer friendship - 14k

After a less than favourable interaction with Rience, Jaskier knows someone has to warn Geralt about the mage hunting him down. But with the mountain and Geralt's harsh words still fresh in his mind, Jaskier can't bring himself to greet Geralt in the same way.

Enter a pretty new disguise and a pretty new man introducing himself to the witcher as "Dandelion."

6. *the roads we walk are winding* by @geniusorinsanity | fuck, this fic is a new classic - spin-off of the Warlord trope - this will hurt, but you'll enjoy it - found family - 67k

Jaskier doesn’t actually know how much time has passed since the black-cloaked Nilfgaardians grab him after a performance in a shitty tavern in the backcountry of northern Kaedwen. He’d assumed--foolishly, apparently--that he was far enough north that any Nilfgaardian soldiers would be few and far between, likely just scouts or even deserters. It would have been hard to actually get any further north--the little backwater town where he’d been singing was just a day from the mountains. Anymore travel, and he’d find himself skirting the Trail up to Kaer Morhen, the Warlord’s Keep, and, well. He’s brazen, but not that brazen.

Reddie (IT)

7. mirror of a bad dream by @gaydaryl | I'm a slut for single dad Richie - Richie's daughter is a lesbian Zoomer and I love her - found family - the Turtle can give magic powers - CW: underage drug use - 55k

“I already changed the tickets. You should change your passwords.”

Richie blinks, outraged. “I told you to stop going through my emails!”

Andy gives him a look like yeah, and? which is on-brand, for his kid. “So make better life choices than leaving your phone unlocked and crisis puking at eight in the morning, dude.”

8. *i already miss these days (i still look at the sun)* by jaeminz | Eddie is hard-core thirsting over single dad Richie the whole time, it's hilarious - good father Richie - most of the fic is the Disney vacation after Derry - everyone lives - 30k

Richie Tozier is forty one years old, a moderately successful radio host, and his biggest concern is whether or not his daughter will see and refuse to eat the broccoli in the baked macaroni he just popped into the oven.

Then Mike Hanlon calls.

Sterek (Teen Wolf)

9. Start Small, Like Oat Trees by @sterekationstation | healing together - post-Nogitsune - I'm gonna say Scott's a shitty friend, because it's true! - good dad Sheriff - 24k

The months following Allison's death have passed Stiles by in a haze of monotony. He sleepwalks through days that seem to lose their color, an unwilling passenger in a body he no longer trusts.

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16 notes - Posted January 1, 2022

#2

I've done it again! Here's another fic rec centred around a character and several ships. This time I fell into a Harry Potter flavoured wormhole. Thank you to all content creators who help us get through the slog of seasonal depression. This fic rec includes 8 fics starring Drarry, Draco/Gred and /Forge, and Gen that I read this month. Asterisks denote special fics that made me cry and/or laugh hysterically.

Drarry

1. *Romania* by toxik_angel | this fic was everything to me - queerplatonic relationships - guiltridden and redeemed Draco - character growth - 178k

When Healer Draco Malfoy sees an opening for a Healer in Romania, he's struck with the urge to leave St. Mungo's so they know exactly how much he does for them. Serves them right, the way they treat him.

Never mind that Harry Potter is in Romania, big and buff and sexier than ever. Never mind that he's a Dragon Tamer. Never mind that Dragon Taming is a dangerous profession and would require Draco to heal Potter often...

2. Sourdough by @academicdisaster24 | CW: mention of suicide - cottagecore with mental illness thrown in - do not read on an empty stomach - agoraphobic Draco - 17k

Draco writes romance novels and doesn't leave his apartment much. Harry bakes bread and sells it to Draco. Draco is quite weird. Harry might like that.

3. *To Change a Heart* by sirkay - Luna & Ginny & Draco friendship - mutual pining - hot take on Harry as a Horcrux - Groundhog day AU - 120k

Draco fails to kill Dumbledore on the Astronomy Tower, but when he wakes up the next morning, he's back in his bed at Hogwarts. He's reliving the same day over and over, and to escape he might need help from unlikely places.

4. Falling for a Golden Boy by @stargazing-enby | crack treated seriously - Hogwarts Eighth Year - trans professor! - very very cute and satisfying - 44k

“Boys,” O’Neill warned them.

“All I—all I know is you’re the most amazing person with weak ankles that I've ever met, Meg.” Potter scowled. He was blushing again. “And when I’m with you, I feel less alone.”

Or where a drama play, a grumpy pompom and a bunch of well-intentioned friends help Draco and Harry find peace—and each other—after the war.

Draco Malfoy/Fred Weasley

5. if you want to be loved, love by pansyseed | no-second-wizarding-war AU - truth or dare - mutual pining - werewolf rights! - 7k

Draco Malfoy noticed Fred Weasley. Fred Weasley noticed Draco Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy/George Weasley

6. *no more bailing boats for me (toss me a heavy rope)* by hipsterchrist | everyone goes to therapy - sometimes cutting off family is the best solution for now - Wandmaker Draco - enemies to friends to lovers against the world - 166k

“All of this happened because you lost your magic, you know," she says. Draco lets out a small, quiet burst of laughter at the realization.

“God,” he says. “Do you know what? I think it might have been worth it.”

Draco Malfoy/Fred Weasley/George Weasley

7. Our Darling D (series) by ENDisl | SLOW burn - it started as an experiment - good Slytherins - the obliviousness is off the charts - 4+ parts

It all started with a letter.

Gen

8. Little Lion Boy by @shanastoryteller | Gryffindor Draco - Snape cares about his godson - hot take on Hermione - Neville & Draco friendship rights - 11k

Draco is sorted into Gryffindor.

It's all part of the plan, really.

20 notes - Posted January 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The February 2022 Multifandom Fic Rec is here! This month flew by too fast but also got me knee deep into a new poly ship that I'm obsessing over. Thank you to every content creator out there, y'all are our shining stars. This Fic Rec includes fics from the fandoms. Enjoy!

Geralt/Jaskier/Yennifer (The Witcher)

1. lilac and buttercups by @ivegotbreadinmypants | pre-transformation Yennifer is the best, she's as feral! as Jaskier - more heavy on the Yennskier - immortal Jaskier - star-crossed lovers - 5k

Jaskier has walked the Continent for decades. He's seen it all. Nothing, however, could have prepared him for the violet-eyed hunchback who shines with hurt and power.

He's never been so enamored.

2. Couples Therapy by TheBookMouse | modern AU - this is literally my dream - Geralt is a himbo malewife and Yennifer is a power girlboss, as usual - and they were roommates - 6k

Geralt and Yennefer have been in an on-again-off-again relationship for six years. When they start pissing off their roommate Jaskier with their arguments, he suggests they go to couples therapy. They go in a couple, they come out at the end as more than that.

3. lilacs and dandelions by @limerental | listen this fic got me in the feels, I literally had to stop and come back a week later! aaa! - they just love each other so much - found family with a pinch of pegging - slow burn bc of Geralt's self-esteem - 46k

“The Witcher believes you’re under a spell,” Yennefer said, conversationally, drawing a sip from her tea.

“I most certainly am,” said Jaskier to her in a warm drawl that Geralt recognized as the tone of voice he slipped into when flirting and frankly, things needed to start making more sense and fast before he gave into his impulse to do something rash and wholly unhelpful. Namely, chuck himself out the cottage window and into the sea.

4. our voices collide with each howl of the tide by dragon_rider | creature Jaskier - if you have body dysmorphia, mixed-race, and/or have low self-esteem this will be a rollercoaster ride for you, trust me - WINTER IN KAER MORHEN - found family - 29k

It reeked of slaughter, both fresh and old, as soon as he went through the portal and into enemy territory.

Soldiers in black armour immediately tried to take him down so he started Singing, reaching for the dormant power deep within him.

Sterek (Teen Wolf)

1. Driving Mr. Derek by I_JustWokeUp | author-made media to tell the story, so cool!!! - misunderstandings - a splash of Derek/Jackson - mutual pining - 9k

Derek no longer has a license to drive. So Laura steps in and hires fresh-out-of-college-with-useless-major Stiles Stilinski to drive him around.

2. And We'll Be Complicated by ingberry | selective amnesia - homophobic gnomes - magical Stiles - misunderstandings - 18k

Stiles already had his hands full with the case he was working on for the enigmatic Mrs. B. He really didn't need this too, but there was no changing the fact that he no longer remembered Derek Hale or anything connected to him. And no one could figure out why.

Drarry (Harry Potter)

1. A Touch Of Respect by donnarafiki | consent! is! for! everybody! including! kids! - established relationship - chronic illness - family dynamics soz - 23k

Five year old Scorpius isn't fond of people touching him, and he has a million reasons for it. However, his father is of the opinion that just saying 'no' should be enough without giving any of those reasons, but not everyone in his new-found family agrees.

2. It's No Great Mystery by agentmoppet | first Drarry Harry POV time loop I've seen! - angst with a happy ending - ghosts and portraits are his only peers, v cool - Harry has PTSD and depression - 57k

Who on earth decided that bringing back the Yule Ball for their eighth year would be a good idea? It feels like the worst day of Harry’s life, watching everyone get glammed up like the war never happened, like the last Triwizard Tournament wasn’t such a colossal failure.

And then it happens again. And again. And again.

3. Petals on the Breeze by @luna-lenaa | Fae Drarry - canon divergence - Ron is a Bad Friend - BAMF Narcissa Black - 125k+

After witnessing Harry’s return with Cedric’s dead body at the end of the Triwizard Tournament, Draco begins to question his father’s ambitions and beliefs. His mother reveals her, and, therefore, his non-human heritage soon afterward, and they realize they must go into hiding or suffer as all non-humans will when Voldemort comes into power.

They go to the only person they think might be able to help and also be too noble to use their situation against them:

Harry Potter.

30 notes - Posted February 28, 2022

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IM ASKING HEHEH

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👶 if your fics were children, what order/age would they be (ie. youngest, middle, oldest, the weird kid who's always at your house but just isn't your child)?

im pissing myself with these questions JHSJDHSDJSH LOOK AT THEM anyways!! my oldest child is light carries on endlessly. he is such a polite man! older kid vibes for sure, he is going to be the longest and is the most difficult to write!! my youngest would be blue room, a fic i haven't posted yet but i just love it so much, the apple of my eye!! and the rest are all middle kids lmaooo bc i have a bunch of one-shots and they are kinda all over the place <3

🪦 if you had to turn one of your fics into MCD which one would you chose?

well, i already have a fic with the MCD tag, and i dont think i've written stuff in which that tag could make sense. but in you kissed me, if i were to keep writing that story, i could turn it into MCD (it's not gonna happen bc it is the fluffiest thing i've ever written and it's going to stay like that shshas)

👹if all of your fics were in a horror movie which one would die first?

you know what, i've already killed fics. in october of 2021 i started posting a fic which was a university fic and i had a massive crisis with it and i just deleted it! so yeah, don't go away would die first because i have already killed it <3

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color me colorblind

Based off a prompt that i can’t for the love of me find, which was basically “we’re doing that flame color lab in chem and you’re cheating off me and i’m getting really angry but you beg me not to make a scene because apparently you’re colorblind”. Involving copious amounts of misunderstanding and pre-relationship detz.

Fitz enjoyed chem.

As a sophomore in high school, he rarely enjoyed much of anything, so chem was special, so to speak. He had to have fun where he could get it, even if “where he could get it” happened to be a science lab.

Unfortunately for Fitz, chem was shaping up to be particularly awful today. It had begun alright, as most awful things do. He’d even been excited for the coming lab. And then the lab had actually been handed out, and Fitz knew he was doomed. He glared again at the offending words, printed with deceptive innocence.

You will be studying the color changes in flames when elements are added to them, it said.

It was a fairly normal experiment: Alvar had done it in his sophomore year, and, although it had sent the boy home with his eyebrows singed, it was one of the simpler labs. Light a flame, add a chemical to the flame, write down the color. Easy. Except for one thing: Fitz had protanopia, meaning he couldn’t actually see the colors to write them down. The teacher didn’t know this, since Fitz had never really thought it mattered. It had never prevented him from doing anything before, so he’d never told her. Ms. Galvin hated children with a burning fervor, so Fitz tried to minimize their interactions.

Unfortunately, now he was stuck. If he went up and told her now, she would think he was just trying to get out of the experiment. If he didn’t say anything, he knew he wouldn’t get the right colors, and he’d fail the assignment. The only way he could avoid complete disaster was-

“You will be working with partners,” Ms. Galvin said.

Immediately, a burst of chatter broke out. People gravitated to potential partners, and under his breath, Fitz thanked his lucky stars. Having a partner meant having someone who might be willing to whisper the answers to him, or check his work to make sure he was right. Maybe he actually could-

“Ahem,” Ms. Galvin cleared her throat and started speaking, voice drenched in disdain; some days Fitz wondered why she’d ever become a teacher. “I will be choosing your partners.”

The chatter came to an abrupt halt, and all the energy was sucked out of the room as quickly as it came. Despite everyone else’s dismay, Fitz held out hope. He wasn’t too unpopular, and most of the other kids, while not exactly kind, wouldn’t mind helping him. He just had to avoid getting the one person in class who utterly abhorred him: Dex. For reasons he couldn’t fathom, the redheaded boy with more freckles than there were stars treated Fitz like he was the cause of every problem on earth. They got along like a house on fire, in that Fitz was the house and Dex wanted to set him on fire- which was not actually the correct meaning of the idiom, but it described their situation accurately.

Still, Dex was one person in a class of about 25 people or so. There was a less than 4% chance that they would actually end up being partnered. Fitz would be fine. Still, he kept his fingers crossed as Ms. Galvin chose their partners.

“Fitzroy Vacker and Dexter Dizznee, lab station one,” she said.

Oh, the world really hated him today, didn’t it?

Fitz dropped his binder at the lab station. Dex glared at him, and he wanted to scream. Instead, Fitz ducked his head and started turning on the Bunsen burner. Still, he couldn’t help trying to understand. Why did the boy hate him? What had he ever done to Dex? Fitz certainly didn't know. What made it worse was that Fitz needed his partner to be helpful, and Dex certainly wouldn't be. 

First of all, Dex hated him, and second of all, Dex was a genius. He was smart as a whip; anyone good enough to get into Foxfire Prep on scholarship had to be. Most days, Fitz thought that was amazing- that Dex was amazing. On days like these, though, he resented it. Dex’s genius meant he couldn’t ever ask Dex for help. He didn’t want to look stupid.

This wasn't to say that Dex wasn't helpful ever. He was wonderful when around others. He was sweet, and kind, and nice, and- he had the cutest smile on top of it all. But none of that mattered, because when it came to Fitz, Dex acted like he carried the black plague with him. They rarely spoke, and when they did acknowledge the other’s existence, it was always clipped, short, and an awful experience all around.

The most interaction Fitz had ever had with Dex had been in ninth grade, when their English teacher Mr. Leto had noticed Fitz looking at Dex (he tried to be subtle about it, really, but apparently it was very obvious). They had spent every English project paired up after that, and while Fitz couldn’t really complain, it didn’t change anything. Dex still hated him, and he certainly wouldn’t be any help here, even if Fitz desperately needed it.

The gas was flowing now. Dex took the spark lighter and leaned over Fitz to light the fire. They were now inches apart, and Fitz made a concentrated effort not to notice, or at least to act like he hadn’t.  If his breathing went shallow and his body became incredibly still, well, no one needed to know.

It took what felt like ages for a spark to finally catch. In reality, it was only a few seconds until the flame flared up and Dex pulled away. Once they were out of close proximity, Fitz managed to calm his pounding heart and speak, like a normal person.

"So, which chemical are we using first?" he said, doing decently at keeping his voice controlled.

"Calcium," Dex replied, somehow managing to convey his utter disdain for Fitz and his disbelief that Fitz doesn't already know what chemical they're using in a single word.

Fitz obligingly dipped a popsicle stick into water and then the powdered calcium. When he moved it through the flame, he caught flashes of dark yellow in the blue. He and Dex watched it for a few seconds, before Dex scribbled something down. Unfortunately, Fitz still couldn't tell what color it was. To him, it appeared dark yellow, but strawberries also appeared dark yellow, so really it could be anything from red to yellow. He was stuck.

And then he glanced over.

Dex was off getting more popsicle sticks, since for some reason, their lab station had only had one. Currently, the other boy was almost arguing with Ms. Galvin, because, as always, she refused to agree with any student.

Dex’s paper was completely exposed.

Fitz knew he shouldn't take Dex's answers. This was a graded lab. Even when Ms. Galvin said "partner work," everyone knew that she meant "do the actual experiment together, but write down your own answers or you will get a zero and I will send you to detention." So Fitz knew that looking off Dex's lab was a bad idea.

But it was either that or a guaranteed F on the lab. It wasn't much of a choice. He glanced over to see the first short answer already filled in.

Orange-red.

Fitz scribbled it down, and, despite himself, sighed in relief.

Dex hated chem.

He didn’t hate chemistry. He thought science was awesome. But he hated the class. Most of the kids were jerks who wouldn’t stop teasing him about his background. So what if his parents weren’t rich snobs like the rest of them? He was smart enough to get into the school, he deserved to be here. That was fair. Not that the other kids cared. On top of that, their chem teacher looked and acted like she’d bitten into a lemon. Constantly.

And worst of all, he was stuck with Fitz as a partner.

Dex had spent his life being less. Not as rich, not as polished, not as handsome, not as smart- the list went on. He’d thought- he’d hoped that when he got into Foxfire, it would be enough. Foxfire Prep was the most prestigious school in the state. But it wasn’t enough, and it never would be. He was still lesser than all the other students. Most of all Fitz.

Some people were born with silver spoons in their mouths. Fitz was born with a whole silverware set. The Vacker family was incredibly rich and, as if that wasn’t enough, Fitz had every good trait known to man. He was honest, charismatic, charming, smart, handsome and- Dex would die before he said it out loud, but Fitz was kinda cute. But the so called “golden boy” was also everything Dex wasn’t, and he felt constantly compared. He wasn’t as rich as Fitz, or as smart as Fitz, or as good as Fitz.

Part of him would have given his right hand to be friends with Fitz. The boy was nice, and sweet, and- well, he seemed like a good person, that’s all! But a bigger part couldn’t get over the fact that he’d never be good enough for Fitz. When you live your life being lesser, it’s hard to imagine being equal. If they had been equals, things might have been different. He might not have had a grudge against Fitz. They might have been friends (or, whispered a little voice, something more).

But things weren’t different. Dex liked the multiverse theory, but in this world, he was still less than Fitz. Nothing would change that.

So here he was, stuck in a stupid science experiment with his better-in-every-way counterpart. And he'd had to fight with his terrible teacher for at least five minutes just to get popsicle sticks. Dex didn't know why Ms. Galvin was so protective of her popsicle sticks, but apparently they were like gold to her. Or something.

When he got back with his precious popsicle sticks, something had changed with Fitz. He seemed relieved, at ease. Dex hadn't noticed the tension in his shoulders until it was gone. Still, it was none of his business. What Fitz was or wasn’t stressed about didn’t matter to him. He just had to focus, finish the lab, and get out of science class. Focus, finish the lab and get out of science class. Dex could do that; it was what he’d been doing all year.

He glanced at his paper for the next element: potassium. Take a popsicle stick, dip it in water, dip it in potassium, run through flame. The bright blue flame flashed a light purple a couple of times, enough for Dex to see again. He wrote down the color and tossed the popsicle stick into the trash. Some days he wished he could control chemistry class; he’d make it actually interesting, unlike their teacher. But nope, he was in for another mind-numbing day of repetitiveness.

That was, until he looked back. He’d had to look away to throw the popsicle stick away. This had apparently left Fitz with enough time to steal his answers. Because when Dex looked back, he caught Fitz turning his head away, as if the other boy had just been looking at his paper.

Fitz was cheating off him.

Dex was furious.

Fitz, wonderboy Fitz, straight-A student Fitz, was trying to cheat off him.

If it were anyone else, he’d probably have given them the answers. It was just a lab, and not even a complicated one at that. But this was Mr. Perfect, future valedictorian, the Wonderboy, trying to take his answers. How many times had his teachers told him, why can’t you be more like Fitz? Imagine what they would say if they found out Fitz was just a cheater.

“What are you doing?” Dex whispered, low and wary.

“Uh . . . the lab?” Fitz whispered back.

Dex didn’t believe him at all, but he had no real evidence to prove Fitz was cheating. If he honestly wanted to call Fitz out on it, Dex had to catch Fitz in the act. From what he’d seen, Fitz was really bad at cheating, so it probably wouldn’t be too hard. He just had to keep watching.

So he did. He watched Fitz as he took yet another stick, while he dipped in in water and then boron, while he ran it through the flame (he had to look away for a bit here, but he hadn’t written anything, so Dex thought it was okay), and while he threw the stick away. That’s when he saw it.

Fitz was leaning over, looking at his paper, and very obviously cheating. Dex was fuming.

“Stop it,” he hissed.

“I’m not doing anything,” Fitz said, and Dex glared in disbelief.

“You’re cheating off me, I caught you cheating.” He dropped his voice so Ms. Galvin wouldn’t hear, but part of Dex wanted to yell it to the whole world.

“ . . . What are you talking about?”

Was Fitz being serious? He’d seen Fitz copying his answers!

“If you don’t stop, I’ll go to Ms. Galvin, and you know she’ll fail you.”

Fitz said nothing.

Dex grabbed his paper and got off his stool, heading for Ms. Galvin. Suddenly, Fitz reached out and grabbed his sleeve, stopping Dex.

“Please don’t go to Ms. Galvin, she’ll give me a zero, you know that.” “And why shouldn’t I?” Just because you’re the Chosen One at this school doesn’t mean you can escape consequences, Dex thought.

“I was cheating, and I’m sorry, but I can’t see the colors!” Fitz whispered back.

Dex was boiling with anger now. Did Fitz think, just because he’d been born with everything meant he could take anything from anyone. It wasn’t fair.

“What do you mean you can’t see the colors, the flame’s right there! You aren’t blind!”

“I am colorblind!”

. . . Oh.

Shame rushed through Dex, hot and burning. Of course. Of course Fitz hadn’t just been cheating off him. Of course Fitz had actually needed his answers. Of course Fitz had a perfectly good reason to be cheating. He should have known. Maybe they didn’t get along, but Dex still knew Fitz, and Fitz was a good person. He’d seen Fitz interact with other people, and he was kind. Fitz wasn’t the kind to cheat unless he had to. In this case, Fitz had to.

And Dex had been unforgivably rude. What had he done? He’d be lucky if Fitz would even talk to him after this.

“I have red-green colorblindness. The only reason I even know you have red hair is because I hear people teasing you about it,” the other boy continued.

Dex ducked his head. He couldn’t meet Fitz’s eyes. He’d been completely horrible.

“Why didn’t you just- ask me for help?” Dex mumbled.

Fitz laughed sharply, as if the idea was completely insane.

“I couldn’t ask you for help.” He paused, and then, slowly “I- didn’t want to look stupid in front of you. You’re a genius, and I-”

“Wait.” Was he hearing Fitz right? “You think I’m smart?”

“Well, of course. You got in on scholarship, didn’t you? Anyone smart enough to do that must be a genius.”

Dex didn’t know what to say. He’d always thought that getting in on scholarship made him poor, made him not as good as everyone else. But Fitz didn’t see it that way. Maybe that was just because Fitz was rich, but Dex wanted to believe him. There was a pause, and then Dex spoke.

“I- I’m sorry for misjudging you, earlier,” he said, “and, uh, thank you.”

Fitz smiled, and it shone.

“You’re welcome.”

(When they reached for the next popsicle stick, their hands bumped each other.)

They went through the rest of the lab relatively quickly. Whenever Dex wrote down a color, he would whisper the answer to Fitz, who would scribble it in.

It was- nicer than Fitz had expected it to be. Dex was nicer than Fitz had expected him to be. Maybe it was guilt. Maybe Dex was just in a good mood. But Fitz wouldn’t question it. Besides, the bell was going to ring in five minutes, meaning he’d survived chem class without failing. Fitz wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth, so to speak.

At the front of the class, Ms. Galvin cleared her throat to assign homework. Fitz was barely paying attention; he couldn’t wait to get out of class. Besides, he already knew what she was going to say: turn in labs, homework on website, etc. etc. And then he heard her.

“On the website, you’ll find pictures of flames. Write down which elements are burning by next class.”

Oh, perfect.

Fitz did not want to do this. He could probably ask his parents for help, but he’d really rather the assignment not exist at all. Unfortunately, it did, and there was nothing else he could do. At least the bell was ringing, which meant class was finally over. Things would be better tomorrow. Hopefully.

He scooped his stuff up, headed for the door, and bumped into Dex along the way. Fitz didn’t think much of it, but when he got to his next class, he found a sticky note on the bottom of his binder. Written on it, in what was very obviously Dex’s handwriting, was the address of the nearby bagel shop and the words After school, for the hw. Below that were the words I’ll be there.

Fitz smiled.

#kotlc #detz #dex dizznee #fitz vacker #fic #my fic #original fic #colorblind au #modern au #high school au #welp #it's done #i did it #this is the longest and fluffiest thing I have EVER written #but it's done #it's probably ooc and trash but it is DONE.

[sequinsmile-x]

“but it’s my fault right?”

but it’s happy young hotchniss and protective hotch and they’re just so 💕💖💗💕💓💞 and also lily allen song yewhayyyywwweeeeee

OH HEY BESTIE.

As promised, this may be the fluffiest thing I have ever written as a formal apology for the most angsty thing I have ever written for your previous prompt.

-x-

Commencement

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: a tiny bit of cursing, so fluffy you might get toothache Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

It started last summer. Weeks stretching out in front of her that she was sure would be boring. Time she thought would be marked by arguments with her mother as she counted down the days until she could leave for Yale. Then Aaron Hotchner walked into her mother’s home and everything changed. She was drawn to him, something about his seriousness that she found appealing, wanting to crack open the shell of him and see what was underneath. 

It hadn’t taken much.

She learnt quite quickly that he was as drawn to her as she was to him, lingering glances that she took advantage of. Making it her mission to spend alone time with him. Walks around the property that turned into making out in his office, which in turn became fucking in her bedroom. The clandestine nature of it made it more appealing at first, the way she wanted him all the time, something she had never experienced before. 

It quickly became more than that. Laying together in the darkness of her room, his calloused fingers gentle against her skin as he told her about his ex-girlfriend, and she told him about how lonely she felt. She had pushed down the urge to tell him that she didn’t feel that way around him, that loneliness felt like a distant memory. Every part of her keen to protect her own heart, as if she would ever have been able to stop herself from falling for him. 

Emily had tried to pull away in the week before he was due to leave, only a few days before she was, an attempt to stop themselves from falling any further. Aaron hadn’t let her, all but cornering her one evening as he told her how he felt, that he knew she felt the same, and that he wanted to see if it could work. 

Her response was to kiss him, her tears against his cheek as she realised she had somehow fallen in love with him. 

They were almost a year into it now, the longest, and most fulfilling, relationship she’d ever been in. The distance she had once worried about was much more manageable than she expected it to be. He would visit her on the weekends, and she’d visit him when she was on a break from college. All the while Elizabeth would pretend she didn’t know where her daughter was staying when she was in town. It was the closest she would come to approving of her daughter’s relationship with the man who had once worked for her, but Emily would take it. It was the only thing she’d ever done that her mother hadn’t outright taken exception to. 

She knew Aaron wore it like a badge of honour, often joking that Elizabeth liked him more than his own mother did. Not that, according to him, the bar was that high. 

Emily loved him, and she missed him. And, despite her reassurances that it was fine, that she understood, she was sad he hadn’t been able to make her graduation. That she was here alone. 

Her mother couldn’t come either. She was in Portugal on an assignment and, as she had put it, already been to two graduations for her over the last several years. 

Aaron had actually tried. He’d put in a leave request and had called her, obviously irritated and upset when it had been rejected. As if he had somehow let her down. She knew it was something he worried about, that being busy with work was what had led to his last girlfriend to leave him, so she pushed down her own disappointment and reassured him it was ok. Joking that he owed her dinner and as many orgasms as she saw as appropriate when she made it back to DC. 

So she forces a smile with her friends, people she knows she’ll slowly lose touch with over the coming months. Their bond formed through shared all nighters for papers and research and all the time they had to spend together. She waves off their concern when they realise she is alone, the FBI boyfriend they had all met a couple of times nowhere to be seen. 

She is genuinely happy when she gets handed her masters degree on stage, pride she knows she deserves to feel flooding through her body, her cheeks pink with it. 

Then she spots him, a face she knows she could pick out in any crowd. 

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As soon as the ceremony is over she starts looking for him, weaving through crowds of people as she seeks him out. She’s just about to convince herself that she hadn’t seen him, that she had been wrong, spotted someone who just looked like him from her place on the stage, when she hears his voice.

“Em?” 

She turns around, smiling when their eyes meet, her love for him washing over her. He’s standing a few paces behind her, wearing one of his suits and holding a bunch of flowers, an array of roses and lilies that were absurd in their size. 

They both move at the same time, meeting in the middle as she throws her arms around his neck, almost squashing the flowers in between them with the force of their embrace. 

Aaron presses a kiss to the side of her head. “Hi sweetheart.” 

“Hi.” She replies as she pulls back, leaning up to kiss him. She laughs as her cap almost slips off, one of her hands moving from behind his neck to secure it to her head, kissing him again as she does so. “What are you doing here? I thought you couldn’t make it.” 

“Apparently my boss got a call from Portugal, and he was able to move some things around.” He says, smiling at her as she rolls her eyes. 

“She can’t just say she approves like a normal person.” She mutters before she relaxes a little, peace finding her as it always did when he was near, his hand still firm on her back. “Usually I hate her meddling, but I can’t bring myself to be mad right now.” She kisses him again, her hand on his cheek as if she was trying to prove to herself that he was really there. “Thank you for coming.” 

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” He replies, his hand shifting from her back to tangle into hers, their fingers linking together. “I’m sorry I was late, I wanted to surprise you before the ceremony started.”

“Baby, don’t apologise.” She says, squeezing his hand. “You’re here, that’s all that matters.” She starts to lead him away from where they were, away from the crowds, wanting nothing more than to be alone with him. “I like the flowers.” 

He blushes slightly, and it makes her chuckle at him, her shoulder knocking against his as they walk together. 

“I realised I’d never bought you any,” he explains, “it seemed like the right time.” 

“You’re sweet.” She says, bringing them to a brief standstill to kiss him again, her lips still pressed against his when she speaks. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” He replies, smiling as she kisses him again before she pulls away. “Come on,” he says, his voice soft. “I owe the graduate dinner.” ___

“I can’t believe you almost got us thrown out of the restaurant.” She says, resting her chin on his chest to look up at him, smiling contentedly as his fingers trail up and down her bare back. 

“You mean you almost got us thrown out of the restaurant.” Aaron replies, his spare hand cupping the back of her head he sits up enough to kiss her, an eyebrow raised at her as he pulls back. “You’re the one who kept groping me.” 

She grins at him, biting her lower lip in an attempt to contain it, worried her face could split in two if she didn’t. 

“Sure,” she jokes, “you look so hot in a suit I can’t keep my hands to myself, but it’s my fault, right?” She raises her hand to run her knuckles over his cheek. “Thank you for today,” he opens his mouth to speak but she stops him by pressing her thumb to his lower lip, “I know you said not to thank you, but it means a lot. Today was perfect.” 

Aaron kisses her thumb and smiles as she settles back into his chest, her cheek warm with embarrassment against his skin. 

“If it was perfect,” he says, his lips pressing into the top of her head, “I can return the gift I got for you.” 

She sits up so quickly he places his hand onto the top of her head to stop it from colliding with his chin. 

“You got me a gift?” She asks excitedly, sitting up as he guides her, getting out of bed and crossing her room. She was moving soon, her things slowly going into boxes as she tried to plan what's next, knowing that the man currently searching through his suitcase whilst naked was the only thing she was sure of. 

Without him she wasn’t sure she’d be about to move back to DC, her somewhat lacklustre search for a new place to live so far proving fruitless.

“Here you go.” He says, walking back towards the bed and slipping back under the covers next to her, handing her a rectangular jewellery box. “I think I got the right one. If I didn’t, there’s a gift receipt.” 

She looks at him, rolling her eyes in a way that told him she’d love it no matter what it was, because he’d picked it out. She opens the box and gasps when she sees the necklace inside. It was silver and the pendant was a small bird. She’d seen it, briefly pointing it out when they went shopping together the last time she’d been in DC, waiting in a jewellery store for his watch to be fixed. The glass face a victim of his most recent case. 

“Oh Aaron,” she says, the hand not holding the box reaching for his on top of the covers, “I love it.” 

“It’s the right one?” 

She nods. “It’s perfect.” She takes the necklace out of the box and hands it to him. “Put it on me?” 

He takes the necklace wordlessly and she turns, pulling her hair over one of her shoulders as he settles the chain around her throat, doing the clasp up easily. He kisses the back of her neck gently, rearranging her hair before he pulls her back into his arms laying them both back down. 

“You have a month left on your lease, right?” He asks, already knowing the answer, smiling when she nods against him, snuggling further into his chest. “Have you found anywhere in DC yet?” 

She scoffs. “No. I hate moving.” 

She knew she should be used to it, it sometimes felt like it was all she had done as she was growing up. Moving from one place to another, never anywhere long enough to call it home. 

“I had an idea.” He says, sounding more nervous than she had ever heard him, an uncertainty to his voice that he hadn’t displayed even when he asked her to give them a chance last summer. She looks up at him, an encouraging smile on her face. 

“What’s your idea?” 

“You could move in with me.” He says, an attempt to be casual that fails when surprise makes her tense in his arms. “Or not, it’s just-”

“What took you so long?” She asks, cutting him off before he could spiral into self doubt, her hand cupping his cheek. “I thought you’d never ask.” 

Aaron smiles at her, wide enough for his dimples to appear and she can’t help but press her thumb into it, her own smile as wide as his. 

“Is that a yes?” He asks, his heart beating wildly underneath her. 

“It’s a definitely.” She replies, squealing in a way she would later deny when he kisses her, rolling them in the bed so her back hits the mattress. “Although,” she says, in between kisses, laughing when he moves to her cheek and then her neck, “can we find somewhere else to live? Your apartment sucks.” 

He pulls back sharply and looks at her, his eyebrows furrowed. “You said you like my apartment.” 

“I love you,” she says, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair, “I put up with your apartment.” She bites the inside of her lip, unable to stop her smile from widening. “I’d be happy in a dumpster if I was there with you.” 

“I don’t know if I should be flattered by how sweet that is, or offended that you just compared my apartment to a dumpster.” He deadpans, his fingers tickling at her ribs. “We’ll find somewhere new.” 

She pulls him down to kiss her again, murmuring against his lips. “I really love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

She smiles into his kiss before she loses herself in it, and she realises she has finally found a home in him. 

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Here is my entry for secret Santa! @mcyt-gt-events

I had @mossyfroggs ! Hope you like it!

(This is like, the fluffiest thing i've ever made so-so yea-:3)

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I found more than just cookies...I think I found a family!

tw-Nothing. This is literally the fluffiest thing I've made. no angst at all...except maybe possibly impiled death of unamed characters...but that's brief

Word count-2.5K (Longest thing I've written to date)

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“Wilbyyyyy c’mon you need to move faster!” Tommy complained loudly, tugging his brother's arm as the two walked out onto the marble countertop.

Wilbur sneezed, trying not to get any mucus on Tommy. His brother begged and pleaded that they go out to borrow Wilbur some medicine since he was “a sick and ill dummy.”

The older groaned quietly, letting out an annoyed sigh as he sniffled, whipping at his runny nose with his free hand. “Tommy I’m going as fast as I can slow downnnn."

As the two boys were navigating the counter, planning on going to the area near the cabinet with all the medicine, an alluring scent hit their noses and their bodies seemed to move on their own.

They stumbled upon a plate and a cup and Wilbur stared at it with big eyes...Tommy did not however, climbing quickly onto the plate, digging into what could have possibly been poison.

However, any small whisper of fear Wilbur had was quickly quelled as the sight of fresh cookies and a warm, chocolatey beverage were there.

Tommy gave his older brother a big goofy grin, face covered in chocolate as he continued to eat the cookie. The older borrower giggled, leaning over to wipe at Tommy’s face, only smearing the chocolate on his brother’s face further. The brunet let go of any worry and tension as he began nibbling at a part of the cookie, content with relaxing with Tommy while the two ate, ignoring the fact that they were in the wide open. Their parents finally weren’t there to supervise them and make sure the two ‘Stayed out of trouble’ and the two were overjoyed! ...But they both missed them. The two had been quickly sent off, something about an exterminator.

Wilbur had been instructed to keep his brother safe at all costs while Tommy was told to stay with Wilbur. Their parent’s had looked scared and very serious, like the time they said to never leave because the humans had taken in a cat (whatever that had meant). Wilbur and Tommy had listened of course.

Whenever their parent’s had been serious about something the two always made sure to listen except when they thought they were joking….which was hardly ever. The borrowers had been there for what felt like barely minutes as they relaxed, enjoying the fresh cookies and ‘chocolate water’ as Tommy called it.

“I wish we could have dis stuff everyday Wilby! It much better than da crackers you get us!” Wilbur nudged his younger brother, fondly smiling as he felt a yawn escape him. “Hey that’s mean-be nice to m-” He was cut off by a loud sneeze and the mild amount of tiredness he had felt got whisked away. The blond rubbed at his eyes and yawned himself, cuddling up to his brother as they sat on the now empty plate. He’d usually argue with Wilbur but he was feeling quite tired after that chocolate explosion. “Alrighhttt just this once though…” He softly smiled at his brother, leaning on him as he felt his older brother’s arm snake it’s way around his shoulder. Tommy brought his leg up to his chest as he closed his eyes, relaxing into Wilbur’s side before beginning to drift off. The older borrower looked at his brother fondly as the younger fell asleep and he crossed his legs before putting his head on Tommy, hugging the younger closer to himself. A nap seemed very nice right now…they could always get some medicine later when they woke up. It’s not like anything could happen while they were asleep or anything right? – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

Techno had been having a sneaking suspicion somethings or rather, someones, were living in the house….because they really weren’t discreet if they were intentionally trying to stay hidden… Seriously, these things, whatever they may be, were the loudest things ever. One of them was always talking to either themself or the other and it wasn’t like they were whisper shouting when they did this-no. They full on shouted and apparently they were right near his bed because he heard them allllllll the time. Techno honestly couldn’t tell whether he hated the voices or if he enjoyed having them. After all, sometimes he heard one, the considerably quieter one usually, singing or humming a lullaby that just…just put him right to sleep

And he swore to prime he saw small, humanoid looking shadows darting around in the dark of his room or in one of the cabinets downstairs.

So he set out on a mission.

A mission to make some cookies and hot cocoa with his father to lure the tiny people?(That had to be like, the only reasonable conclusion in Techno’s fourteen year old mind.) out of hiding. He wanted to know what they were doing in his walls after all.

The pink haired teen crept up the stairs and headed over to his father’s room, knocking a little on the frame before opening the door.

“Hey Dad can we make some hot cocoa and cookies please?” Techno asked, peeking his head into his father’s room.

Phil was just reading before looking up, noticing his son and he warmly smiled.“Oh of course kiddo!” He set down his book and closed it, making sure the page was bookmarked before he got up from his chair and walked over to the door. “What cookies do you wanna make Techno?” “I was hoping for chocolate chip…” The pinkette mumbled as he began to head back downstairs with his father in tow. The two headed downstairs into the kitchen and went to grab some aprons. Phil grabbed his and quickly tied it behind his back before going over to Techno and helping the teen tie his apron behind them. Techno went to get the baking ingredients such as brown sugar, flour, normal sugar, and baking soda while Phil grabbed out some butter, vanilla, eggs and salt and most importantly-

The chocolate chips. Once they had all of their ingredients Phil grabbed out the stand mixer, getting the correct dough hook. “Hey Techno can you preheat the oven to 350 degrees please? Oh and take out the pizza plates and baking sheets while you're at it.” The boy nodded his head and went over to the oven, opening it up and starting to remove the heavy metal pans and baking sheets. “If you don’t mind me prying-why’d you wanna make some cookies mate? Do you just have a hankering?” Techno hefted the plates onto the counter before looking over at his dad who was hard at work combining all the ingredients into one cohesive dough mound for when they scooped it and put it onto the cookie sheet. “Oh I uh…I just really wanted to spend some time with you and baking is a fun way to do that-especially around the holiday.” He mumbled a little. It was a partial lie but he really did enjoy the time he spent with his dad while baking. He looked back fondly at all the times they would cook and bake when he was younger. Making pizza’s on the grill outside or inside depending on the season. (Phil had grilled pizza outside in the winter once. Mistake.) Baking till the house could be compared to that of bath and beyond or Yankee candle depending how many times they failed to bake brownies cause they always burned… They may be the worst at doing pretty much any cooking and baking but none of that mattered. Cause as long as he was doing it with his family he was having a blast. “Awww Techno-” His father smiled warmly at him and left the standmixer, going over to Techno and asking if he could hug him before wrapping him in a tight hug. “That’s so sweet of you…just like these cookies will be depending on if we burn them or not-” He joked, hearing a loud chuckle from his son. Oddly enough, he swore he heard a little snort coming from around the fridge area. Techno smiled up at his dad, removing himself from the embrace. “Alright well let’s make sure that doesn’t happen by making the cookies shall we?” He went over to the dough and scooped it out with a spoon before putting it on the non-stick baking sheet lined with parchment paper. Once the dough had been thoroughly scraped out he went over to the oven and slid it inside before closing the door. “Hey what if we went to watch a movie while they bake? Like a shitty hallmark movie or something?” Phil jokingly suggested and the pinkette snorted. “Alright. For you Dad? Anything. Any shitty hallmark movie you want and I’ll watch it and then tell you the summary cause you’ll fall asleep again.” He grinned widely as he grabbed his dad’s arm and hurried off to the living room, going to prepare a cozy blanket setup so they could watch as many goofy hallmark movies as they wanted and not have a care in the world…. Well aside the cookies. They needed to care about those so they didn’t burn and all…he really didn’t need the house to smell of burnt cookies…for the eighth or ninth time this year.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

The timer for the cookies had gone off during the middle of the movie and so Techno had quickly got up, making sure not to disturb his father who was snoozing away as he went to the kitchen Once he was there he got out some oven mitts and swiftly opened the oven, checking on them before removing them and placing them on a cooling rack. He grabbed two and set them on a plate before quickly whipping up some hot chocolate from the coffee machine. He set them out on a plate and left a mug he had given to his dad when he was like, eight, full of hot chocolate before sneaking back over to the living room. Now all he had to do was wait for his bait to work so he knew whether or not there were any tiny people living in his house.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

When the movie had finally come to a close he once more got up from the couch, this time, to check on the bait he had laid out for the possible tiny people…He really hoped they weren’t rats cause then Phil might scold him for feeding the rats and he did not want that.

When he entered the relatively messy kitchen.(They had decided clean up could wait till later.) He had kept his expectations pretty low. If you prepare for disappointment you could never be disappointed after all… Which is why he was a little more than shocked when he saw the two small people, sound asleep on the plate, some of the hot cocoa gone and all but crumbs left of the cookies. Techno couldn’t help but aw at the two small humanoid creatures snoring peacefully. He quietly and carefully approached, not wanting to wake them up out of fear they might run away and he’d never see a glimpse of them ever again. The pinkette watched as one of the two, the older looking one, sneezed quietly, sniffling and he quickly realized that they must be sick. Once he was close enough he cupped his hands around the two and scooped them up into his hands, bringing them up to his chest as he went back towards the living room to get the small people all cozy and warm.

He felt the two seemingly snuggle into his hands, the small blond one appearing to hug at his fingers and if Techno wasn’t trying to avoid waking them or his father he would be awing so hard at the two adorable little people he held in his hands.

Once he reached the living room he went over to the couch and grabbed the fluffiest blanket possible before wrapping himself and the two small people in it before starting to doze off…

He was awoken by some giggles and some shushing noises. Tommy giggle his devious little giggle as he poked the blanket covered chest of the human who they were currently snuggled against, a goofy grin on his face. “Tommy y-sneeze-ou should stop. You’ll wake him up and that’d be a bit mean-” Wilbur tried to convince the younger but of course there was no convincing the gremlin. He continued to try and shush his brother before feeling like something was wrong and he looked at the humans face to see them staring right at them and he gasped. “Tommy you woke him up! That’s not nice!” The blonds head immediately snapped to Techno and he looked at him apologetically. “I’m sorry I woke you up! I didn’t mean to…” The boy mumbled, eyes averting downward. “Oh hey it’s ok… I wasn’t really all too asleep anyway…” Techno moved a hand and pet at the tiny blonde’s back. “Hey uh, do you two have names? And are you living in my house?” The brunet gave a small nod and pointed at Tommy. “That’s Tommy, and I’m Wilbur.” Wilbur motioned to himself. “And we do live here…if it’s a problem we could always move…” Techno shook his head. “No no you don’t have to move I just wanted to know so I could start making more food at dinnertime and stuff…Oh and uh, I’m Techno by the way. Nice to meet you both.” Tommy looked back up at them, any sadness gone and replaced by a bright, beaming smile. “Nice to meet you too bigman!”

Wilbur chuckled a little as Tommy used his usual nickname before he gave Techno an odd, perplexed look. “Wait-you wanna make more food…specially for us?” He asked, rubbing at his running nose with his sleeve. “Well yeah…If you live here I need to make sure you don’t go hungry.” He chuckled slightly. “Oh and on the topic of living, where do you guys sleep and stuff?” Wilbur opened his mouth to give a response before Tommy cut him off. “In the walls…though I wanna live somewhere warmer and cozier…Wilby does too but he just wants to keep to tradi…tradit…taditin!” Another chuckled escaped Techno before he smiled at the two softly. “Well hows about this-you can stay out here for a little while and sleep in my room and if you don’t like it you can go into the walls again.” “...I like how that sounds actually…” Wilbur mumbled a little before yawning with a cough to follow up. “But for now, how about we just get some more rest.” Techno suggested, cupping Tommy and Wilbur close to his chest again as he let out his own yawn and Tommy followed shortly thereafter. It wasn’t very long before they all fell asleep, snoring. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

When Phil woke up he was surprised to see Techno curled up on the couch, shrouded by blankets with two small children in his hands, all three appearing to be fast asleep. He got up and grabbed another blanket, draping it around his son before going into the kitchen to quietly clean up the mess left in the kitchen. It appeared Techno had some new friends…dare he say new family members. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Oh!! And I did some drawing for it as well!!

Da litol bois :D (I evaded doing hands lol)

#Smog Arts #mcyt g/t secret santa 2021 #mcyt g/t #found family #tiny!wilbur #tiny!tommy #giant!philza #giant!techno #fluffiest stuff i've made #smog writes

[mirjam-writes]

My Good Omens fics 2021

This is basically all of my Good Omens fics (except the one I posted yesterday), because I posted the first one to this fandom in May 2021. Here’s some stats and thoughts about them. Every fic has also its own Tumblr post, if you feel like reblogging one of them 💗 I wrote six stories in eight months, with 58 672 words, got 4 879 hits, 72 comment threads and 824 kudos.  I’m a bit of a nobody as a writer, so when I say “this one got a lot of kudos”, I mean something like 200, which I know is the amount the well known writers get in the first day, but it’s a lot for me and makes me happy. If you ever want to talk about any of my fics, please do! I’d be super taken and delighted of any asks, pms or tweets about my writing, and I’m also giving you a blanket permission to draw any art of my stories! And don’t worry about your skills. Believe me, I’d be happy with stick figures! If you like my story enough to draw, I’ll probably cry.

So here goes my fic list of 2021!

Most kudos: Truth Or Dare (E, 6523 words)

The fic’s own Tumblr post.  My first attempt at smut since forever! Aziraphale and Crowley play (sort of) truth or dare to learn more about each other after the canceled Armageddon. I had several minor headcanons and ideas in my head that were not enough for a full story. When I decided to try smut writing, I decided to use them as the truths for the game! 

This was posted in september, but got more kudos in a week than my previous works had got in several months. I was amazed, I’m definitely insecure about my smut writing skills, so this was a huge confidence boost. This is also a part of the Top Crowley collection, because my Aziraphale wanted it that way ;) 

Best Kudos/Hits ratio: I Say A Little Prayer (For You) (G, 1976 words)

The fic’s own Tumblr post. Aziraphale prays in secret, Crowley finds out and they talk about their feelings about it and about their relationship with God. The shortest and fluffiest piece I have written so far. I wrote this in two days from the idea to posting, which never happens to me. I’m the kind of writer who brews an idea for months before writing a single line. And then this happened. 

It’s fun that my most liked fics are an E rated smut piece, and this G rated fluffy thing where they don’t even kiss! Actually, while it is not explicitly stated in the story, in my head, in this universe, Aziraphale and Crowley are in an asexual relationship, Crowley is aromantic(ish) and they care for each other deeply. If you like this one, you might also like Be My Forever (G, 2924 words) which was my first fic on 2022. It could be part of the same universe as this one and is just as fluffy and soft. 

Most Underrated: Sparrow On A Christmas Morning (E, 10645 words)

The fics own Tumblr post. This is canon compliant regency era Ineffable Wives fic, written for a gift exchange. It became very important to me for personal reasons, but I also like it as a story. I like how I managed to make the scenes flow, and how I managed to pack so much emotion and pining into this little thing.

Why I chose this as the most underrated? Well, it’s one of my personal favourites, and also all the five comments this piece has got so far are excited and gushing. However, this has a lot less kudos than my other works, and the kudos/hits ratio is also very low. I’m not sure if it’s because of the gender of the characters or the length or premise of the fic, but I feel this story deserves a bit more love than the stats indicate ❤

My Longest Piece: Whatever Floats Your Goat (T, 22633 words)

Fics own Tumblr post. My take on how the Heaven and Hell would have dealt with the birth of Christ, and how the Bible stories about angel visits could have gone if Gabriel had no idea how humans work. Also, my attempt on humor. Gabriel messes things up, Aziraphale cleans up after him and Crawly is a confused spectator to all of the above. I had so much fun writing this, and I ended up reading way too much Bible in the process.. Okay, this actually has the least amount of kudos of all of my fics, but I sort of expected that, because it is under Aziraphale & Crowley friendship tag (they were not in any other kind of relationship back then), it’s too long to just “try it out”, and I guess bible stories are a bit of a niche. There’s not that many hits either, so I guess people just haven’t found it or been interested enough to click on it. But it’s my first multi chaptered work and I liked writing it. Also, bad goat puns.

First Fic to GO Fandom: The Angel of Justice (G, 9598 words)

The fic’s own Tumblr post. This is the one that inspired me to write again. The Almighty demotes Gabriel without an explanation, and it falls to Michael to figure out why. The investigation takes Michael to Earth to find out what happened when the Armageddon was cancelled, and what kind of relationship a certain angel and a demon really have. 

I was delighted of the idea how Aziraphale and Crowley did so much but had so little impact on cancelling the Armageddon! I also wanted to do a character study on Michael, and try my hand at their outsider pov reaction to the husbands. 

Whatever Floats Your Goat belongs to this universe as well, and The Angel of Justice has a sequel, Brother Mine (T, 7300 words), that digs deeper into the relationship between Michael and Gabriel, and the trauma of the Fall they all share. It has a kind of redemption for Gabriel, which I know isn’t everyone’s jam, but I don’t want to write characters who are simply villains. I’m especially happy about the emotional punches I managed to write on the arguments between the angelic siblings. 

#my fanfiction #2021 recap #good omens #good omens fanfiction #mirjam writes #ineffable husbands #ineffable wives #aziraphale #crowley #archangel michael #archangel gabriel

[dragonologist-phd]

tagged by @yanara126, thank you! I’ll tag @lunarowena, @antivan-beau, @undyingembers, and anyone else who has an AO3 account and hasn’t been tagged!

How many works do you have on AO3.

103 (although a lot of them are short prompt fills less than 500 words, so I wouldn’t exactly call them full fics. more like a bunch of little ficlets lol)

What’s your total AO3 words count?

426,595 (drive up quite a bit by the logs of our pillars ttrpg!)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1) After, And After That: Critical Role, post-epilogue one-shot centered on Grog/Keyleth:

“So you’re here with Keyleth?” “Yeah,” Grog replied, not thinking much of the question until he noticed the way Vex was looking at him. “What?” “I mean… you’re here with Keyleth?” she pressed, raising an eyebrow. Oh.

A collection of moments after the epilogue, as two members of Vox Machina grieve and heal and grow, and eventually find something neither ever could have expected.  

2) Critical Role Relationship Week 2018: Critical Role, a collection of drabbles done for a fic event week (my favorite of which, btw, is  Day 5: The Rules of Courtship):

CR Relationship Week 2018! A week's worth of one-shots focused on the relationship between 2 random characters.

Day 1- The Vicious Truth: (Fjord & Mollymauk) Day 2- Kittens Are Cute (And So Are You): (Grog/Keyleth) Day 3- Page Turner: (Caleb & Taryon) Day 4- A Comma After Dearest (Jester/Calianna) Day 5- The Rules Of Courtship: (Pike & Kaylie) Day 6- Late Nights and Bloody Knuckles: (Grog & Yasha) Day 7- Give And Take: (Jester & Nott)

3) Please, Be Enough: Critical Role, one-shot, Vex-centric character study:

For so much of her life, Vex'ahlia has tried to be enough.

4) Beautiful Things: Mass Effect Andromeda, collection of drabbles written as I played through the game with Rebecca Ryder and which I’m currently trying to re-write now that I’ve expanded on my headcanons a bit more:

 It's an entirely new horizon, after all, and anything is possible. There are infinite breakthroughs yet to be made, and Becca is in the perfect position to make them.

A collection of one-shots centering around the Pathfinder career of Rebecca Ryder.  

5) The Greatest Friend Ever: Critical Role, one-shot focused on Jester and The Traveler:

 Jester laughs in delighted surprise, and for a moment it feels like someone is laughing alongside her.

A look into the past of Jester and the god who became her best friend.  

(the moral of the story is that CR is by far the most active fandom I’ve been in!)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely! Usually just a short ‘thank you’, but I still try to respond to anything I get!

What’s the fic with the angstiest ending?

Hmm, a lot of my fics fall into the ‘angst with a happy ending’ category, so that’s a bit hard to say... best fit for this would probably be To The Bride (Dragon Age, F!Cousland/Anora)

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Again, hard to say! I have a lot of short fics that sweet & simple endings.  Coffee And Honey Cake (Pillars Coffeshop!AU) is probably the fluffiest all the way through, since that’s kind of my apology to Nona for her canon-verse being so angsty XD

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve ever written?

Not really...I do quite a bit of AU’s, but that’s not really the same. Closest I’ve come is with The Dunryd Archives, my Pillars MagnusArchives!AU

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope!

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

lol no...even if I wanted to, I feel like the secondhand embarrassment would be unbearable

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Another nope!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

That one’s a yes! Queen's Best Friend (Pathfinder: Kingmaker, Baroness/Kanerah) was translated into Russian- I guess in a fandom so small, we need to share the rarepairs as much as we can!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Technically yes!  Prepare For The Dawn is a log of the Pillars ttrpg between me, @lunarowena @rannadylin and @serenbach86, with Bazylia_de_Grean on AO3 as the gm!

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

*shrug*? I never really had a favorite ship, since my fav ships vary depending on my mood and what I’m into at the moment

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I will finish all my WIPs! I cannot be stopped! (Although I admit  Prodigy has been on the back burner for a good while, but still. It will be finished!)

What are your writing strengths?

I think do pretty good characterization, especially with inner dialogue, and character relationships- I have been told I write good banter, which feels like a fantastic compliment XD

What are your writing weaknesses?

Plot, my goodness. I admire people who write original plots so much- I can make OC’s and world-build in my head, but I almost never have a plot to go with it

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I don’t really have any? Obviously it works best if the author is actually fluent in the language and doesn’t just use Google Translate, but I don’t care much one way or the other

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter, which is probably like...the basic bitch of fandoms, lol, but middle school me loved it!

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Ooh, that’s really tough! I like a lot of my fics for very different reasons. Of Diamonds And Dust (Dragon Age Origins novelization with Aeducan & Brosca) is the one I’ve been working on the longest, and I’m always going to be very fond of it. I think Divinity (Pillars, Goddess!Nona AU) has some of my best writing. And With Grace In Your Heart (Pillars, Desta character study) will always have a very special place in my heart because it was the first fic I wrote for Pillars and was when I really established Desta’s character.

So there’s 3 to choose from!

#thanks for the tag! #this was very fun #i always love rambling about my fics

[acrosstobear]

AO3 YEAR IN REVIEW – 2021

the ever lovely Fir @juncosracing was kind enough to tag me in this AO3 year in review, thank you for thinking of me friend 🤍 

Stories Posted: 7, apparently? (+7 mini fics posted on Tumblr that I’m choosing to count here but not anywhere else, if only because some of them are AO3 worthy)

Word Count: 63,968 -- obviously, some of these words are Lauren’s but like. Wow????? there was so much more that i wanted to write in 2021 (and soooo many Google Docs sitting open with half finished thoughts) but for someone who has never published fic before, i’m insanely proud of this, because falling back into writing was incredibly therapeutic and stimulated the creative side of me that i wasn’t all too sure i knew how to use anymore.

Most Kudos: somehow i’m just finding out that serendipity has the most kudos? this is shocking to me? this one started as a long and rambly discord message that i just couldn’t get out of my head. it’s most definitely the fluffiest thing i’ve ever written, and surprisingly enough, there is no explicit relationship (the getting together but only if you squint tag was very appropriate). just soft boys being soft in each other’s sweaters (and realizing that maybe they can have it all :weep:). i’m touched to know it resonated with people, cause in terms of writing, this is the one where i feel like i could still find improvements to make if i were to keep editing.

Longest Story: by far and above, the labour of love that was collegiate affairs at 42,932 words. at least half of those are by @formulaur but we lived this for months together, and it was honestly one of the most challenging things i’ve undertaken. it pushed me to become a better writer, it pushed me to think about world building, it gave me an incredible experience that i got to share with an even more incredible person and co-writer in Lauren. i reread the last couple of chapters (which literally kept me up at night when i was trying to write them, Lauren reassuring me constantly that no, i wasn’t a failure) and i was floored by how much i enjoyed the writing? i couldn’t believe that little old me had written that? beyond insanely happy with how it turned out and the world that we built and the reception it got.

Shortest Story: i tend to ramble in real life so it’s no surprise that my shortest is not that short; isolation comes in at 1,661 words and it also happens to be the fic i wrote in the least amount of time (at 3 am after absolutely losing all coherent thought because of this picture). it definitely captures the unhinged i was feeling when i wrote it, and i mean, who doesn’t love the disaster roommates.

Personal Favorite(s): foundations was my baby, my brain child, my undoing and also my rebirth. i’ve gone back to reread it and while i can definitely see how much i’ve grown since, i can’t help but have such a soft spot for where i began. what i love about this is how this was an idea that just. wouldn’t leave me alone until it was written. it totally took over my life, but in the absolute best way -- i was excited and happy and inspired!!!! the feeling i had when writing this was unmatched, and i like to think that what makes it compelling is that what i was feeling seeped in between the words and flavoured it just a little. anyways. i am a proud mom of this fic.

i have no idea who has not done this, but i’ll tag some of my favourite writers here as well -- @stuckonspidey @schulott @allthefadinglights @formulaur @saintlysebchal feel free to do this (or not) but just know that i absolutely loved reading your work in 2021 ❤️

#amanda writes fic #amanda gets tagged #i am shocked!!!!!!!! #so many unexpected things here #this was so lovely to do #2021 highlights #also emptyhalf if you see this #PLS DO THIS JUST FOR YOURSELF #i love you emptyhalf