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creideamhgradochas · 6 years

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Thanks to the lovely @whostheblondegirlwriting for taking the time to answer these! Get to know more about lovely E, go give her a follow and then show her some love!

These questions are from this list. You should check it out, there’s 50 questions all together and they’d be great to ask your favorite fic writer!

*Disclaimer from E, herself: If you’re looking for some sage-like writery advice...keep lookin’. You won’t find it here. This whole fic writing endeavor is an adventure in “[shrugs] We’ll see what happens”. Behold! An odyssey of half-assed, one line inspo. Marvel at the absolute appalling lack of plotting and vision. Tremble at the underwhelming realization that “Huh. I could do better than that”. In short, at least you don’t pay money for this, right?

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fan-fiction?

I have no idea, honestly. I signed up for AO3 to actually share it though in September 2015 when I was 36. So we’ll go with that.

2) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.

I think I have done more reader inserts than OC, counting all the tumblr oneshots. But you can actually create something substantial with an OC. An OC makes you work. I prefer them.

3) What is your favorite genre to write for?

I don’t know if I’ve done enough variety to have a fav, honestly.

4) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?

I wouldn’t. They’re all mine and I’m proud of each of them, no matter how popular (or maybe I should say, unpopular) they are/were.

5) When is your preferred time to write?

Whenever I have the time! I’m not picky, because time is very hard to come by with my job anymore and the fact that my husband doesn’t know I write. Morning, noon, or night for me. It can be hard to sneak it in and still get everything else done.

6) Where do you take your inspiration from?

I don’t have a good answer for this and I’m laughing to myself thinking I should have one. Lol An idea comes up and I write it. That’s it. Shameful, I know.

7) In your Back to One series, what’s your favorite scene that you wrote?

Oh, damn. Uhhh...I think I liked Sebastian fumbling through his confession to Lily in Montauk. But I also probably had the most fun with the “champagne incident” because it was for my tumblr-lifemate, @ceebeetumbles.

8) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?

Nope. It is what it is. You can’t please everyone and I don’t try. As long as I like it, it’s good enough. It’s not like anyone’s paying me for this, anyway. Lol

9) Who is your favorite character to write for? Why?

Hmm. Right now, I’d have to say Jack Rollins, because he preoccupies so much of my writing lately. Besides his own fic, he’s also featuring in an AU for Echo that’s in draft. Considering he had two lines in Winter Soldier, I’m very proud of the interest and love my Jack gets.

10) Who is your least favorite character to write for? Why?

Chris Evans, for right now. Only because he has been less than inspirational for some time due to his relative inactivity and, uh, [ahem] some personal choices he made. But I’m optimistic he’ll come back.

11) How did you come up with the title for the Back to One series?

The main character, Lily, goes through some personal and professional ups and downs as an actress. The phrase “back to one” is a direction for actors to go back to their first mark, so I thought it was fitting, as Lily would hopefully get things right, find her best self again, and have a fresh start as she meets different situations and opportunities in her story.

12) How did you come up with the idea for the Back to One series?

I thought I’d write a Sebastian Stan fic and figured a good match for him (and someone to help drive the story) would be an actress. But then I considered an OC like Lily could have more angles to write and it became really an OC fic that features Sebastian Stan. Oops.

13) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

I haven’t ever abandoned a fic. I refuse to give up on A Touch Up and do write a line or two here and there, just nowhere near the volume I need to publish a full chapter like I used to. It ended up on the shelf because Chris Evans got so boring after Civil War premiered and the fic is literally built on what he was doing in his everyday life. I also have a personal distaste for Jenny Slate and I guess you could say his decision to date her made me doubt the version of him I’d created in ATU, which is a problem when your fic is paired so purposefully around the assumptions I/we all had made by that time about him.

14) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to?

I’m doing it. Echo was my pet project and, though it has my smallest following for a WIP, I had enough demand/interest for the story to be told from another character’s perspective that Jack Rollins and the STRIKE Series were born. There’ll be some unexpected things along the way in that series that I hope those fans/readers enjoy.

15) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?

No. I’ve only ended a couple fics (Echo and Kindness). Everything else is still a WIP or open ended series that publishes oneshots every once in awhile. The rest of my work is basically oneshots.

16) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?

Don’t laugh at me when I say I admire anyone who puts their work out there, even if it’s just a paragraph long imagine only on tumblr. It takes a lot of nerve, no matter what level your work is at or how big the scope. I’ve seen some good, bad, and ugly fic floating around, but I see value in it all and love seeing experience/determination help the writer evolve.

We ain’t all Hemingways or Shakespeares. And that’s okay. Some of the best writers don’t have thousands of followers and get hundreds of notes (but deserve them). And some of the behemoths out there aren’t necessarily turning out mind blowing fic, either. It’s a crapshoot and fandom can be fickle (if not downright confusing af).

17) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it?

Not at all. If it posts, I’m happy with it.

18) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?

Either is fine. I probably write more in quiet, though, because my husband works 3rd shift, so I’m mindful not to disturb him.

19) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?

No. Closest I could say to giving me my own feels was when I wrote The Death of Brock Rumlow (when it existed as part of the original Echo plot).

20) Which part of your Back to One series was the hardest to write?

I’m happy to say I don’t think there’s been a hard part to write for Back To One, or any of my fics. I’ve enjoyed every minute of it!

21) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?

Nope. No outlines or plans. I pretty much just sit down and write. If inspiration doesn’t hit, I’ll switch to a different WIP. If I have an idea for a line or scene I might make a note for later (maybe just a few words to point me in the right direction/remind me, or a line or two of dialogue), but once I get to it, I usually just write it out at once.

22) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fan-fiction?

How little time I’d have down the road for it. Maybe I wouldn’t have run such long WIPs/fics at a time. It feels like it’s been 100 years since I had time to open requests and I had to abandon a weekly posting schedule for 3 WIPs earlier this year because I just don’t have the time to manage the volume I used to anymore.

23) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?

OMG yes! Echo and its companion fic, Jack Rollins (and I’ll probably say the same for the au/the STRIKE series). At this point, I can confidently say the following for Echo didn’t carry over to Jack Rollins, but I knew both were niche fics in the beginning anyway. I’m grateful for the attention Echo got, but it was such a labor of love, I’d have liked to see it do better. I may only have several regular readers for Jack Rollins commenting or reblogging, but those few readers and myself are the ones I wrote it for, and that I’ll keep posting it for until it’s finished, regardless of how tiny the readership because I love it.

24) In contrast to 23 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?

Not in an “oh, geez. Not that again” way. More like a “oh, stop. I can’t believe you guys like it that much” kind of humbled eye roll.

25) Are any of your characters based on real people?

Obviously the celebrities like Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan, technically yeah. I have no doubt that some of my own ticks, experiences, etc have made it into a character or plot, or things from people I know or have come across. Things you don’t necessarily draw lines between on purpose but maybe catch on to later, sure.

26) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?

Any of the comments or messages from people who say they cried, laughed out loud in public, got way too giddy, or held their breath because of something I wrote. They make me so happy, just to see someone got so lost or involved in a moment means I did a good job. Having someone say they reread a fic (or are reading for the X time) is a hell of a compliment, too.

27) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?

It was about A touch Up and how I had given the reader insert character, or implied, too much description (ex. noting that POC don’t blush as often as this girl did, when I wrote it as that feeling in the cheeks anyone can experience to convey her nervousness/embarrassment/etc at those points in the story so people maybe shared that sense as they read, not that she frequently ran around with a noticeable flush) and that, although I may not have said it outright, things like that apparently had made her so that she was obviously white. That ruined it for the commenter, despite there not actually being that much said about appearance in the story.

28) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?

Rarely. @ceebeetumbles gets a snippet of a chapter thrown at her once in a very blue moon, if I want to be sure something isn’t too cliché or generally awful. Lol But there’s a chance she’s reading along with the fic, so I may not send the whole chapter. I don’t plot per se or collaborate with anyone though.

29) Do people know you write fan-fiction?

Just the lovely people who’ve visited me on Tumblr or AO3.

30) What’s you favorite minor character you’ve written?

It’s a toss up between Frank Grillo’s appearance in A Touch Up and Jack Rollins or Eric Mickelson in Echo. I’m also a little fond of Drew Madison in Back To One.

31) What spurs you on during the writing process?

That I told you I’d post an update to a WIP, promised a drabble, or set a deadline that a request would be done by. So, really just my self-imposed “schedule”.

32) What’s your favorite trope to write?

I don’t really have one.

33) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?

Nnnope. Lol

34) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

It’s a toss up between angst and fluff. They both come pretty easily. Honestly, smut is exhausting to write and I do so little of it because I don’t want it to be repetitive. Fluff is always fun. But, man...the possibilities with angst are pretty limitless, so maybe I’d lean a little more that way.

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madamrogersstorytelling · 4 years

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2019 shoutout

I have seen a few people making a full recap of the writing year 2019. I have written so few fics this year that I didn’t see that as something worth writing, it would’ve been very short and one-sided.

I still wanted to give a shoutout to my favorite fic writers of the year! I’m very bad at listing my favorites of anything, especially like this but people, check their masterlists!! These are all super talented, creative, beautiful people who deserve more credit.

@padfootagain

@carol-damn-vers

@something-tofightfor

@suchatinyinfinity / @illshowyourhurricanes

@whostheblondegirl / @whostheblondegirlwriting

@myriadimagines

@banditthewriter

@avengerscompound

@its-my-little-dumpster-fire

@delos-mio

And all of you who I didn’t list here but are there writing wonderful fics and making us all happy xx

I also want to thank my followers. I cannot thank you enough for patience, comments, likes and reblogs — I have gotten new ones through the year too! Thank you, every single one of you xx

May the year 2020 and the new decade be great and full of inspiration for us all! Thank you and lots of love ✨

Jenna

#2019 shoutout #new year #writer friends #friends #madamrogersstorytelling #talk tag #note #writing note

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whostheblondegirlwriting · 2 years

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Go-around

A Top Gun: Maverick fanfic for @notroosterbradshaw

Smug sonuvabitch. The way he always sauntered in. Sunglasses on, damn near anytime of the day or night; goofy Hawaiian print button down always just one button short of acceptably buttoned or, dear god, over that tight tank. That stupid mustache on his stupid handsome face, just above that fuckin’ cocky grin as he surveyed the room from the door, like he was out looking for trouble. All that swagger when he finally stepped in to-

No. That cocky S.O.B never walked anywhere.

Rooster strutted.

And it used to drive you wild. Now, it just makes you feel a little forlorn.

“Your boy’s here,” you mentioned, tilting your head back over your shoulder but your attention not following in the direction of the rowdy welcome Rooster received.

Sitting up a little straighter, Maverick leaned to see around you drying the glass in front of him. He smiled, seeing who you were referring to and shaking his head to disagree, “I don’t have any kids.”

“Might as well,” Penny jutted her chin. “Not sure sometimes which one of you can be more trouble.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” you dryly muttered, eyes wide for emphasis.

Maverick smiled into the next sip of his drink, making no denials or excuses, and Penny put a hand on your shoulder, telling you, “I need to wrap up a few things in the office. You sure you’re okay by yourself?”

You gave a reassuring nod, flipping the towel in your hand to lay over your shoulder as you stepped over to fill another pilsner for the hand that went up in a silent order a few stools down. “Yeah, no problem.”

She sent you an appreciative smile, and Maverick a wink, before she headed to the back to inventory the afternoon’s delivery and finish the payroll, leaving you to manage the early evening crowd. For a Friday night, it was off to a manageable start. In a half hour, your partner’s shift would start, so there’d be help on hand soon enough anyway. You kept pulling taps and pouring shots, and slowly the room started filling in.

The Hard Deck was about as infamous as some of her patrons. Her off post, beach front real estate was a draw to a mix of Navy personnel and civilians. Most were regulars with ties to the base, living local or dropping in on a pass from their float whenever their ship, for however long or brief, touched the docks. There was always a few looky-loos come for one reason or another, mostly spring breakers looking for some notoriety or kitsch for their selfies, and sometimes, hopeful ladies up for a bit of fun. The latter always attracting some extra squids and salty dogs alike on the weekends looking to be of service for the night.

Amongst the crowd, you fell into a small niche with Penny. Your family was local, having put down roots in your teens, the last stop of your station-hopping young life while your father pursued a career in the Navy. Your family had a history of service going back to your great grandfather. You went off to college, on the other coast, thoroughly intent on avoiding anymore military life with an accounting degree. Until you took a summer job your sophomore year at the Hard Deck and fell hard in love with that little bar and her clientele. You went back every summer and, when job applications to “real jobs” in shiny downtown offices went nowhere, you made your way to the bar, where they let you tend the tables at night and mind the books in the mornings. At least that degree didn’t go totally to waste, and Penny was happy for your expertise when she took over the place.

You played too busy to care, taking a full bus bin to the back, when Rooster wandered over to say hello to Maverick at the bar. You tiredly groaned on your return, shoulders dropping at seeing him perched on a stool next to his mentor. He noticed you coming, flipping up a hand in a wave to signal his thirst.

He grinned up at you. “Can I get a-“

“Not even a ‘hello’?” you tutted, already tipping a glass and pulling the tap for him. “Just ‘gimme a beer’?”

Rooster frowned, pointing a finger from his elbow on the bar to note, “I did not say gimme.”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded along, putting the glass on the bar to slide over to him.

He tipped his sunglasses up to his forehead, batting those big brown eyes at you. “I’m sorry,” he pouted. “Hello.”

“Hello, Bradley,” you dryly replied, rolling your eyes and giving in to a smile, as he stood up and took his drink back to his buddies.

And that was the gist of your friendship with Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw. A well-meaning courtship recategorized to a fling, after Rooster caught probably the shittiest schedule for his first sea duty, and then relegated to the friend zone. Those first exciting dates were looking good. You even managed to navigate dating those first few months around his obligations for the workup before he disappeared on his first cruise. Six months later, he “came back” and, between the training and spending time with his family back home or with his squadron, you barely had him to yourself for a handful of weeks dotted here and there before the next damn cycle started.

You were both lonely and miserable while you were apart. You were a good girl. You’d never cheat. You didn’t think Rooster would either, but it just didn’t seem fair to either of you. You’d never really gotten the traction to have made a real go of it, before you mutually decided to call it quits, agreeing to stay friends and keep in touch. The last part didn’t work out as smoothly as promised, but there was an effort whenever he was on terra firma.

Now, a couple years later, a little thicker skinned and with some life experience under your respective belts, the two of you were back to working on that nearly lost friendship. Sparks had flown a couple times since he’d been off and on in and out of town the last few months, but nobody let any fires start, knowing how it’d turned out before. Life hadn’t changed so much that it could open up for a second try, but damn if you hadn’t been tempted.

He still looked good. Scratch that. He looked even better. Somehow that goddamn mustache worked for him. Was still charming, funny, sincere when he wanted to be and a cut up with his friends or at a piano. Just the way you remembered, and liked, him.

So, what was a little harmless flirting between old lovers anyway?

The answer is “dangerous”.

Apparently for you. It didn’t seem to affect Rooster much, by your assessment. After a few random meet ups for drinks or a dinner with him and some of his buddies, you’d both started to catch on to how much you missed the other. But you didn’t want to set yourself up to be let down again. He asked once, after dinner. You turned him down and that was it. He carried on the way he does, with his chin up and diving headfirst looking for the next adventure. After a week or so to lick his wound, if he even had one, he showed up at the Hard Deck again and was back to turning up the charm and entertaining the ladies around the piano, while you watched from behind the bar, trying your best to not let your disappointment show whenever he came around.

“You know, I think I might try that burger,” Maverick spoke up.

You tuned back in, pulling your attention away from Rooster’s gloating howl of victory over Fanboy and a game of snooker. You gently cleared your throat and picked up a pad and pencil, inviting, “Oh, yeah? The, uh- The bacon and blue or the All American?”

He smiled while you scratched down his order, seeming to have noticed the small flustration your attention on Rooster and the gang had given you. “He’s still a good guy, you know,” he offered, inclining his head toward Rooster when your eyes came back up to his.

You swallowed the little lump in your throat and nodded, a wrinkle of seriousness in your brow to try to come off cooler than you were about the topic. “Yeah. Good guy. I know,” you clumsily went along.

“I just say that because,” he excused, “I know the two of you had-“

“Oh, no.” You scrunched up your nose and waved him off. “Ancient history. We’re just friends.”

He seemed to study you before giving a slow nod and saying, “I see.”

You were relieved to have your shift mate arrive, giving you a friendly pat on the arm to let you know he was there. You gave a quick greeting, summing up the night so far and then hurried off to the kitchen to put in the order.

Customers started rolling in and you, mercifully, didn’t have much time to spend on any one conversation for too long. But you zeroed in on the pair of young ladies at the corner of the bar. With their cute cocktails and eyes running over every potential prospect of the opposite sex, paying particular attention to the ones in uniform, you already knew what was coming.

“Ladies,” Rooster beamed, smile so bright no wonder those fuckin’ sunglasses were still on inside. He slid up on their port side, leaning an elbow and his empty glass on the bar. “How are you?”

“Great,” they both smiled back, in unison.

“You don’t look like you’re in the Navy,” he playfully noted.

The girls giggled, and it was almost enough to make you gag. Rooster was already on to his next line when he put up a hand for your attention and pointed to his empty Pilsner on the bar for a refill. You snarled in disgust, but kept it to yourself as you walked down the bar to swipe his glass. You poured him a fresh one and marked his tab. Your eyes rolled, as you got close enough again to hear him saying rather coyly, “Why, yes, I am a pilot.”

Putting down his next beer, you couldn’t stop yourself from saying, “He’s not a pilot.”

The women looked confusedly at each other, over to Rooster, and then back to you. Your lips pressed together and brow went up to feign sympathy, nodding to back up what you’d said.

“I mean, look at him,” you doubled down, and Rooster scoffed. You could feel the daggers thrown at you from behind his shades when he sent a look your way. “That shirt?”

Rooster chuckled awkwardly and recovered. “Uh, yes, I am,” he assured them.

“Look for the guys in the khakis,” you advised them, with a nod toward a group of the telltale service uniforms by the jukebox to guide them.

“I am a pilot,” he tried again, reasserting himself. “F-18s. My callsign’s Rooster.”

“See?” you wagged up your brow. “What self respecting pilot would name himself Rooster?”

“You know that’s not how it works,” he reminded you, through a tight smile. “I didn’t name myself Rooster,” he started to explain, giving you a side eye look and forcing a chuckle through his relaxing grin. He turned back to the girls, continuing, “Your callsign is given to you. See, my dad’s callsign was- Hey. Where ya goin’?”

You whistled a descending note, sailing the towel in your hand down toward the bar top, letting it fall from your hand with the mimicked sound of an explosion. A smirk tugged up the corner of your lips, as your eyes followed the pair of ladies heading for the other side of the room. You kept smiling, despite the stern finger wagging your way and aggravated growl from Bradley. Rooster pushed off from the bar, looking toward a safer harbor among his peers by the pool table. You snorted, seeing Penny and Mav snickering down the way at what you’d just done.

Rooster looked too, and didn’t appreciate the audience. He stared accusingly at Maverick and Penny, mouth a little slacked, speechless for a moment. He picked up his jaw and nodded tightly, saying, “Alright. That’s cool.”

Penny cleared her throat, dropping her eyes to her towel in hand wiping at the bar and Maverick quickly looked to you, pointing to his plate, stumbling through, “This, uh- Great burger. Thanks.”

You wheezed, holding down the laughter as long as you could, while Rooster took his beer and stormed off. A proud smile came to you. You don’t know where the inspiration came from tonight, but the joke you’d just played wasn’t out of the lane for some of the shenanigans you were known to pull. You’d cockblocked a few of his squadronmates before, when they were being insufferably douchey about their careers. Your sense of humor had always been part of the appeal. It was just the first time that Rooster was the victim.

Another hour gone by and the place was packed. You felt a little bad, when Maverick left without Penny, but you were grateful that she decided to stay and help on your short-staffed night. The music and conversations were lively and the atmosphere, as always, was too energetic to let the hectic work get you down. You were in the zone. You’d realize how hard you worked when you finally fell into bed right around 3am, like you always did.

“Hey, bartender!”

You turned around, brow wrinkled down at the hostile tone. You wandered down the bar, with a defensive, “Yeah?”

“Stop…telling people I’m not a pilot!” Rooster demanded, trying his best to keep his obvious frustration leveled.

“What?” you laughed, coming to a stop in front of him. “I’m not telling any-“

“This whhhole place is saying it,” Rooster insisted, circling an accusing finger overhead to reference the bar. “Every girl in here is saying it.”

“Bradley, seriously,” you were trying so hard not to smile at his misfortune, but it was a struggle. “It was just those two.”

”Well, guess what,” he flippantly threw his hands up. “They told evvv’ryone else.”

“I’m sorry,” you couldn’t help the snicker that carried your apology. “I swear. I didn’t mean t-“

“I’m a nice guy,” he insisted, his brow high on his pained expression, fingertips to his chest, and plaintive voice pleading for some kind of concurrence, from anyone who’d give it. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Well…” you slowly began, giving a nod of your head to imbue yourself with the nerve to keep going with, “maybe have a little decency and quit macking on innocent civilians just passing through.” Instead of telling him you’d do it again, in a heartbeat, to keep yourself from having anything to be jealous over.

His brow furrowed down suspiciously. “Is that it?” he asked, skeptically. You made another sure nod and he gave an exaggerated scoff, face pinching incredulously. “Bullshit. You’re just taking it out on me.” He waved a directionless hand up, uncoordinatedly elaborating, “The whole, you and me, and whatever. Still mad about me leaving.”

“It’s not that,” you lied, hoping it sounded more convincing to him than you heard it. Besides, mad was the wrong word.

“Fine,” he tightly nodded. Another flip of his hand. “Whatever. It’s whatever. It’s fine.” He raised a finger to add, “And no one says macking anymore.”

You took a step into your side of the bar, looking for whatever sense of privacy the bar could give when you sincerely told him, “I’m sorry it didn’t work out between us, and I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings when I said no again. But, I think, here, with a few beers in you, isn't the place to talk about it. Right?”

A thoughtful expression came to him, and lasted all of about one second. “Another time, perhaps,” he stuffily decided, before his stoicism broke to a frown. “But this isn’t over.”

You held up your hands, promising, “Tonight is. I swear. Next hot chic that walks in here? I’m on it. I’ll wingman the shit out of it for you. Okay?”

“No. I don’t buy it.” He shook his head. “I shouldn’t even have to try this hard,” he lamented.

You sighed to yourself and shook your head this time. You popped up on your toes, looking for Hangman, or anyone else you could trust to make sure Rooster got home safe, deciding, “Okay, Rooster. You’ve had enough tonight.”

“I’m not as think as you drunk I am,” he argued, with an insulted grimace.

“That’s not actually helping your cause, hon,” you tilted your head.

Rooster folded himself on the bar, in dramatic fashion, loudly growling and fists clutching at the front of his shirt. “Whyyy do you have to be so goddamn mea-“

He stopped, the instant Penny cocked up a daring brow and pointed a finger to the first rule of the bar posted beside her. He leveled his eyes at the sign and rolled over, arching as he did to keep his shoulders on the bar and complain to the ceiling, “Fuck!”

Rooster slid off the bar, righting himself to spin around on his heel and point spitefully with the full length of his arm at you, his jaw tight and nostrils flaring. He didn’t say a word, as he backed away from the bar, only lowering his arm when the crowd got in its way.

“How ‘bout you give him a break, huh?”

You turned around to see Penny giving you that knowing maternal look, and your posture deflated with your sigh as you gave in and whined, “But it’s hard.”

“I know,” she sympathetically frowned, rubbing her hand soothingly on your back as she moved around you to grab some held out cash for the tip jar. “Second chances are scary. Believe me,” her eyes went wide for emphasis, “I know.”

She grabbed the whiskey off the shelf to pour, as you lined up a trio of glasses to get the next order ready, defeatedly saying, “I got, like, a half dozen nautical and aviation themed puns I could make about me and Rooster. You want me to start with ships that have sailed or sunk?”

Twisting the bottle to finish her last pour, Penny smirked. “I want you two to have a conversation.”

“We talk all the-“

“A real conversation,” she made a point to say. “Any place else but a bar,” she specified, with a grin and moving to the register to close out a bill.

Shaking your head, as you kept an eye on the draft you poured, you knew, “It’s not gonna go anywhere. He’s not gonna ask again.” You watched her walk around you, dryly saying, “Insert sailed ship pun here.”

Penny sided up next to you to help finish your order. “Then you ask him,” she nonchalantly shrugged. She met your doubtful side of the eye glance her way, and went on, “Neither of you is in the same place you were before. You’re older, a little wiser. You know how this works. You know, now, how to make it work. You just have to get the nerve to try.” She gave a confident sweep of her head. “He doesn’t want you to wingman for him.” She passed a pair of glasses to you to fill up the tray for your waiting patron. “He wants you back.”

“Did you practice that?” you wondered, inflected sass aside. “Sounded rehearsed.”

“That’s experience talking,” she smirked, inclining her head and pointing you to a thirsty customer waiting for attention on the other side of the bar.

You slipped out the door to the deck, pulling the door shut behind you and turning your key in the deadbolt. It wasn’t the closest door to the alarm panel, but going out that way let you double check all the umbrellas were down and chairs stacked in the outdoor area.

“You proud of yourself? Hm?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin, a startled gasp escaping you as you clutched a hand to your chest. Your head snapped over your shoulder to see Rooster perched up on the railing.

“Are you?” you dared, giving him a scathing once over. “You about gave me a heart attack.”

“Have to have a heart first,” he grumbled.

“Bad night?” you checked, putting your purse and keys down on a table, the after hours motion lights coming on when you got close. “All thrust, no vector, huh?” you snidely quipped, before clicking your tongue and sweeping your head.

“There! See that?” he pointed accusingly, hopping off the rail and stepping up to your table. “You did it on purpose. I fuckin’ knew it.”

Your head fell back, as you groaned to the sky, “Oh, my god, Rooster. For the last time, it was a joke. I’m sorry.”

“Even Bob got in on it,” he complained, holding his arm away. “The whole night- ruined. It’ll take me weeks to undo that.”

You folded your arms, a facetiously thoughtful crease in your brow as you mused, “See, I love Bob. Everyone thinks he's no fun, but he knows a good joke when he hears it.”

“Fuck Bob and fuck you,” he spat.

Your jaw fell open, fully offended. “Wait just a damn minute,” you scowled. “You are way out of the box h-“

“I’m right on target,” he insisted, with an arrogant nod.

You scoffed, shaking your head as you moved to start dragging chairs up to the side of the building. “You’re an ass, is what you are,” you assured him. “Go home, Rooster.”

He swept his head and pointed a finger at the ground, broadcasting his resolve that he wasn’t going anywhere. “No. I got something to say.”

“Fine. Have at it,” you waved a dismissive hand his way, grabbing another set of chairs to move. “But if you give me anymore shit for a joke I pulled a dozen times before, I’m calling the MA.”

He let the scraping of the plastic chair legs stop before he clarified, “It’s not shit for the joke, it’s for the subtext.”

You pulled a face, begging, “The what?” as you added a chair to one of the stacks up the wall.

“The subtext,” he repeated. “The underlying-“

You flipped him off him. “I know what subtext means. I just didn’t know you did.”

“Don’t be a smartass,” he frowned.

“Fine. What exactly is this alleged subtext?” you invited, heaving up another chair.

“You’re still in love with me,” he said bluntly, the surety of it too firm to be just an accusation.

You let go of the chair, letting it drop the last few inches to the pile with a rattling smack, a little blindsided by the remark. You recovered quickly enough, twisting around to pick up another chair as you told him, “We’re not going through this again, Rooster.” Maybe not as firmly as you wanted it to sound, but it did sound a little more “tired of the conversation” than it did “afraid of the conversation”, and that worked just as well.

“Again?” he laughed. “We never even got through a first time to have an again.” He waved a hand away at the past, pointing out, “We barely got started.”

With a heavy sigh, you agreed, “Yeah, maybe.” You waved a hand, dragging over one more chair and calling it, “Bad timing, or whatever, but the point is, it didn’t work, did it?”

“No,” he conceded, his chin lowering a fraction to do so and the sound a little disappointed. But the confidence came back when he suggested, “What if it was bad timing? What if now is different?”

“What’s different from the last time you asked me out?” you pressed, stacking the last of the loose chairs.

“Well, not much,” he admitted, his gaze dropping to his shoes for a minute, and your heart sighed at the adorable sight. “Was only a few weeks ago,” he mumbled. His head came back up, more confident to say, “But you see it, don’t you? How much I’m here, now? It’s my shore duty. I’m not gonna get another cruise for-“

“Oh, I see you around, Rooster,” you agreed, nodding. “I see you in here every weekend, chasing skirts with the guys and letting girls hang on you at the piano. I see a lot, bud.”

“Well, what else am I supposed to do?” he helplessly shrugged, watching you reach over a table to put down its umbrella.

“Well, if you think I’m still hung up on you, why don’t you show a little respect and not do that shit in my bar?” you argued, and then promptly stood a little straighter, surprising even yourself for how harshly that came out.

He didn’t have a snappy comeback. Just stood there, lips a little parted and mouth empty for once. He was just standing there, staring. Or, at least, you figured he was, if you could see his damn eyes.

“And take off those fuckin’ sunglasses,” you frowned, walking over to the next table and umbrella to come down. “It’s 2:30 in the morning, for Christ’s sake.”

“No,” he airily refused. “I like ‘em.”

“Jesus,” you muttered, shaking your head at the heavens. “You are drunk.” Cranking down the umbrella, you told him, “I don’t have anyone’s number, but I can call Penny. She can get Maverick to come get you.”

“No,” he grimaced. “I don’t need a ride. I’m fine. I’m just…pissed.”

You ducked out from underneath the collapsing umbrella. “Yeah. I noticed.”

“It’s so…” He clenched his fists, looking for the word.

When it didn’t come to him, you swept out your hand, sarcastically prompting, “Is sooo...”

“God dammit, woman,” he stomped his foot. “You are infuriating!”

“Okay, Master-at-Arms it is,” you impatiently decided, walking over to get your phone from your purse. “You don’t want a ride, then I’m not gonna sit here and-“

“Would you. just. stop?” he begged. His brow pinching up over the tops of his shades, pleading, “For five fuckin’ seconds.” He held out his upturned palms. “Can we just have a real conversation?”

You cocked up a brow. “Been talking to Penny?”

“What?” his face scrunched up, lip curling, clearly confused. “The hell does that mean?”

“Nothing,” you shook your head, taking your hand out of your purse and crossing your arms.

“Sweetheart, look,” he gently began, shoulders drooping in resignation and hand palming over his heart, despite the eye roll you gave him for the name. “I know what it looks like. Okay? I get it,” he promised. “But I go home alone.”

You exhaled tiredly, eyes turning up to the stars, but he pushed on.

“I don’t want to take any of these girls home,” he earnestly said. “I’m just having fun. Helping set ‘em up for the guys. That’s all. Since I’ve been back, I haven’t taken anyone home. And even if I did, nobody’d wanna stay because I’m not good company. I don’t want to go places with them. I don’t wanna meet their friends. I just go home.” He took a beat, looking you up and down, before confessing, “Miserable. Because I don’t sleep anymore…because all I do is think about you.”

“Rooster,” you sighed, “I can’t even take you seriously right now.” You waved a hand up at him. “You've had a few tonight an-“

“I stopped drinking 3 hours ago,” he flatly told you. “Sheesh,” he lightly scoffed, with a small, crooked grin. “What kind of bartender…”

His soft attempt at humor trailed off but you stuck to your guns, finishing, “And, for god’s sake, the sunglasses.”

He took them off, head bowing as he fidgeted with folding his sunglasses with both hands, and you instantly wished he hadn’t. Looking back at those doleful brown eyes, sheepishly looking up at you through his lashes, something inside you started to melt.

Sounding a little embarrassed, he quietly told you, “You know, I wear ‘em because I don’t want people to see me lookin’ at you. Don’t want you to see me looking at you behind the bar.”

That was sweet, but you were still conscious of the need to safeguard your heart.

“I’m glad you’re back, Bradley,” you admitted, with a genuine nod. “I really am. And I’m glad we’ve gotten to spend some time together and, yeah, it’s been fun. I really missed you.” You held your shoulders up in a long shrug, worrying, “But I don’t know what to do with that. Things could be different, but they could just be more of the same. And if it turns out to be the latter, I don’t want to have to see you in here every weekend messing around. It’s not fair. It hurts, ya know?”

He nodded along, looking a little ashamed. “I know. And I’m sorry.”

“So, what do you want, Rooster?” you finally asked.

“You,” he answered simply, with a kind of reserved optimism. “Just you.” He gestured out with his hands and brought them back together to hold the edges of his sunglasses, saying, “Doin’ whatever you wanna do. Picking up where we left off. Startin’ from scratch. Just name it.”

God, at this point he was irresistible.

“What do ya say, sweetheart?” he wondered, a gentle hesitance in his voice. “How about a go-around?”

You took a deep breath and nodded.

He meandered closer, moving around the edge of the table to stand in front of you, reaching his hand out for yours and checking, “You sure?”

Putting your hand in his, you committed with another nod. “I’m sure.”

A grin of relief pulled up the side of his lips and Rooster let your hand go to wrap his arms around you. “Ohh,” he quietly said, squeezing you tight, “I am never letting you go again.”

Arms folded around his waist, you squeezed him back and prayed, “Please don’t.”

He leaned back, pressing a kiss to your forehead before telling you, “Promise.”

From somewhere unseen, a phone chimed in a message. Rooster took a step back, pulling his phone from his back pocket. From your upside down view, you saw it was Hangman, telling him to stop harassing you and they were saving a seat for him.

Rooster shrugged, with an apologetic grin for the interruption. “Sorry. Everyone was going out to IHOP for some food.” He pocketed his phone without a reply. “You hungry?”

“A little, but it’s late,” you knew.

Undeterred, Rooster eagerly proposed, “Let’s go catch up with the guys. C’mon. Come have breakfast. I need pancakes tonight.”

“Pancakes?” you laughed. “That’s what you need? Thought it was me.”

A wolfish smile came to him, as he slipped his sunglasses back on. “I need the carbs before I get to you,” he excused, dipping down to kiss you.

Hooking your arms around his neck, you combed your fingers through the back of his hair and hummed happily. When it was over, you smiled, nodding, “Then, yeah, we should catch up with the guys.”

“That’s my girl,” Rooster beamed.

#top gun: maverick #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #top gun #whostheblondegirlwriting

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notroosterbradshaw · 2 years

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my precious bebes @coyotesamachado and @gretagerwigsmuse tagged me, so here we go because I will do anything to not be working right now! thanks, dolls x

Most Popular - The Boyfriend Experience. Super duper fluff and a little bit sexy, I want to hope. Brad Brad is your plus 1 to a wedding, everything you hoped for, and more. Everyone says they want a Bradley Bradshaw! I am still overwhelmed by how wild the response was 🫠

Hidden Gem(s): It’s Only My Heart (Save Yourself). This is truly the fave fic I’ve written because I sincerely love torturing brad brad. He’s just having a truly shit day and he is a bit of a disaster. Super hard on angst for him and Reader.

Tagging @whostheblondegirlwriting @callsign-phoenix @imjess-themess @therebeccaw @writercole and everyone else who wants to get out there!

#tag game #rooster x reader #rooster

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theenchantedgalleryofstories · 5 years

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Title: Dinah Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader. Chris Evans x OFC Warnings: Fluff, sadness, missing your SO Betas: @girl-next-door-writes @raspberrymama @heliosparadox @intheendyouwillalwayskneel

Notes: So this may turn into a series but I make no promises. Inspiration usually comes from the mood boards and sometimes they give me words and sometimes they dont. So we shall see. But this does go with my two other boards that I made for Rebel Queen of Country. Story below the cut.

After saying goodbye to the last of the fans outside, Rebel Queen heads for her tour bus. Climbing inside, she collapses onto the nearest couch with a groan.

It had been a long night. Anything that could go wrong during the show did. She was ready to climb into bed and forget this night ever happened. She had been so busy the last few days she hadn’t been able to talk to Chris, which only made the events of the night worse.

She sits up with a whimper and searches for her phone.

Her bodyguard, Joe, steps in front of her. “Looking for this,” he says waving the phone in front of her face.

“Yes. Thank you,” she replies reaching for it.

Handing it to her, Joe wishes her good night and heads back to his bunk. She wishes Joe good night as well. She dials Chris’ number hoping to catch him before she passed out.

“Hey Babe,” Chris answers. “How was the show?”

“Ugh,” Rebel Queen says with a groan.

“That bad, huh,” he says with a laugh.

“GOD, yes. Everything that could go wrong did. The earpieces wouldn’t work so I couldn’t hear the band. I am pretty sure I had a wardrobe malfunction at some point,” she says with a sigh. “And I miss you.”

“I’m sorry it was such a rough night. But just a few more days and you will be in Boston. I should be able to join you for the rest of the tour. In the meantime, I might have something to cheer you up,” Chris said.

“Ooohh. Did you buy me a present?” Rebel Queen says perking up a bit.

“Maybe. Have you checked your bed yet,” Chris asks.

“Noooo… What did you do,” she asks.

“I guess you’ll just have to go check your bed,” he says slyly.

Rebel Queen slowly gets up and heads to the back of the bus. Opening the door that separates her bed from the rest of the bus, she steps inside. There in the middle of her bed sits the smallest corgi puppy fast asleep.

Picking up the puppy, Rebel Queen coos, “Aww it’s so precious. What’s its name?”

“SHE doesn’t have one yet,” he says with a smile. “So you’ll have to name her.”

“I think I will call you Dinah,” she says. Rebel Queen cuddles the puppy close, watching her wake up with a tiny puppy yawn.

Chris laughs. “You gonna name her after the cat from Alice in Wonderland?”

“Yes I am. Besides she kind looks like a Dinah,” she says with a giggle. The puppy gives a happy yip and gives her puppy kisses. Rebel Queen laughs. “See she likes it too.”

Chris laughs and says, “So I did good then.”

“You did very good. Thank you so much, Chris. I really needed this.”

“Well I am glad you like her,” he says. Rebel Queen hears a voice call Chris in the background.

“Alright, babe. I have to let you go,” he says. “But I’ll see you in a few days. Ok?”

“Ok. Thank you again. I love you,” she says.

“You’re very welcome. Love you too.”

Rebel Queen hangs up and looks down at the puppy in her arms.

“What say you and I head to bed Miss Dinah?”

The puppy responds with a yawn and cuddles closer. Rebel Queen laughs and sets the puppy down. Grabbing her pjs, Rebel Queen heads for the bathroom. She quickly changes and performs her nightly routines.

Turning off the light, she crawls into bed and gathers the puppy close.

“The day didn’t go so well but you have definitely made it better,” she says to Dinah with a yawn. She curls up under the blankets and drifts off to sleep.

tags: @theycallmebecca @tilltheendwilliwrite @thegirlwithpaperheart @gigglegirl77 @mrsgoodnight @givemethatgold @patzammit @ari-levinson @themusicplayedherlife @whiskey-cokenfanfic @whostheblondegirlwriting @forevans @nishanki1

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #chris evan x ofc

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whostheblondegirl · 4 years

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Due to a family emergency, I may not be here much. Today was already queued, but nothing after. Fic updates and other posts are pretty unlikely on the writing blog ( @whostheblondegirlwriting ) as well.

Thanks in advance for your patience.

#heads up #thanks for you patience #whostheblondegirlwriting #eonao3

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antisocial-koala · 4 years

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Rules: We’re snooping on your playlist. Put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first 10 songs then choose 10 people.

Tagged by:

@broski-is-a-witch

Call on god - Sharon Jones

Yeah right - Vince Staples

When I’m Gone - Dirty Honey

Got Me Rockin’ - Them Evils

Fool in the rain - Led Zeppelin

Mr Brownstone - Guns N’ Roses

BURN IT - FEVER 333

Phenomenon - LL Cool J

Grunge Band - Deep Valley

Cum On Feel The Noise - Quiet Riot

Tagging: @whostheblondegirlwriting @axlsslut @rocknrollcinnamonrolls @hugsnroses @onlyaxlrose @rocketquccn @xpoisonousrosesx @fan-with-issues @slxyangel @xx-kurt-cocaine--xx

(this is just a bit of fun, i’m sorry if i tagged you and you aren’t interested, but i just though this was a cool idea, all the love and have a good day/night <3)

#playlist #tagged #just a bita fun

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creideamhgradochas · 6 years

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Name: E

Tumblr: @whostheblondegirlwriting

Why you should follow them: She can make you like even the most unlikeable person. Take Brock Rumlow for example...I HATED him after the Captain America movies (as you should). But her personification of him, and the way she humanized him made me have empathy for that bastard. Her writing did that. Let her writing change you too.

Masterlist

Characters written: Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, Bucky Barnes, Jack Rollins, Brock Rumlow, Wanda Maximoff,

Maturity Rating: 18+ - a mix of SFW and mature themes.

How I started following them: I somehow found her on AO3 and then found her on here through that.

My Favorite Story or Series: Back to One; WIP, Sebastian x OFC. It’s the slowest burn in all of history. BUT THEY ARE SO CUTE AND I SCREAM ABOUT THEM ALL THE TIME. AND I AM LIVING FOR IT.

Favorite Fluff: Domesticated; Sebastian gets domesticated.

Favorite Angst: Echo; I’m going to call it angst. There are angsty moments - and my boy Bucky gets the shaft.

#milestone celebration #author spotlight #whostheblondegirlwriting

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thecoffeeshopforwriters · 5 years

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Here are a few writers who are active in the fanfiction Community. So if you want to talk with them, or read their stories, or become friends with them… go ahead! Let’s make a stronger network!

The Admins

This blog was created by two crazy writers! Here we are…

Carole aka @padfootagain (little bio written by Jenna) :

Carole is your go-to person when you need someone to talk about your ideas to. There’s no other person who gets so excited about them and makes you excited as well. Being very sweet and silly and lovely, it’s easy to befriend with her. Her title Queen of Fluff is not a lie; she’s a genius when it comes to writing fluff! It’s her main genre but she writes about other topics as well. Her fandoms go to the ends of the galaxy and back, from Star Wars and MCU to Potter and Ben Barnes’ characters. She is full of love and supporting everyone as the lovely person she is.

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Jenna aka @madamrogers ( @madamrogersstorytelling for her fics) (little bio written by Carole) :

Besides being the loveliest human being around here, Jenna is immensely talented. She can write basically anything, from some fluffy fanfiction to a dark themed piece, or even some beautiful poetry. From the MCU to Ben Barnes’s characters and a few actors, she can write for a lot of fandoms. And did I mention that she is the sweetest girl? Cause she is.

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Tons Of Amazing Writers

Beth aka @marvelcapsicle:

Beth is an absolute sweetheart and is immensely talented! She is going to tear your hurt apart with angst and then put it back together and you’re going to love every second of it. She has written a lot for the Marauders, but is now more focusing on the MCU, and in particular for Steve Rogers.

Masterlist

Filia aka @fortisfiliae:

Filia is very kind and has a way to touch your heart with her stories! She writes some of the best pieces for the Marauders. She is active for the HP fandom.

Masterlist

Bandit aka @banditthewriter:

Bandit is a sweetheart, and such an amazing writer! She is the specialist for Billy Russo. She also writes for several other Ben Barnes’ characters like Caspian and Logan, along with the MCU, GoT, Lucifer and the Marvel series.

Masterlist I et II

Rachael aka @something-tofightfor

Rachael is the one of the nicest people around this site and her series for Billy is very intriguing. She writes for most of Ben’s character, Ben as himself and Frank Castle.

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Mila aka @carol-damn-vers

Mila is an absolutely sweetheart and the most supportive there is. She just recently came back and deserves all the love she can get, her stories are incredible! She writes for MCU and HP as well as some MCU actors.

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Erin aka @whostheblondegirl (@whostheblondegirlwriting for her fics)

Erin is very wonderful and inspiring person who writes a lot. Her main fandom is MCU but she writes for MCU actors as well. You can find OCs as well as reader inserts from her fics that are often very long and full of details.

Masterlist

Cait aka @siriusblackfoot

Cait is extremely talented and very kind. She’ll give you tons of feels (and occasionally some smut…). She writes amongts the best fics for Sirius and the Marauders.

Masterlist

Sofia aka @wizardwritings

How many nights have I spent reading her Sirius fics? I have lost count. She will keep you up all night with her brilliant fics. She writes for various characters of the HP fandom.

Masterlist

Lex aka @delos-mio

She’s going to turn your heart into pieces with all these angst and feelings, and turn you into a sinner with her smut. But she writes so well and is a sweetheart, so you will find out that it’s worth it. She writes a lot for Logan and Thor, but also for other Marvel characters and Ben Barnes’ characters.

Masterlist

Scarlett aka @snarledblack

Lette is an amazing person and is extremely talented! She writes wonderful pieces for the Marauders, and especially Sirius, and also for various HP characters. She also wrote an amazing fic for Caspian that I recommend to all romantics!

Masterlist

Laura aka @blacklilyqueen

Laura writes so much angst, she will make you curl up in a ball and cry like a baby and you will love it! She writes for the HP fandom, and a lot for the blackinnon ship.

Masterlist

Nanda aka @brien-odylan & @blackinnon-paradise

Nanda is another master of angst, and a master of plot-twists! She will make you go ‘WHAT?!’ and get you overexcited. As a bonus, she’s an absolute cutie. She writes for Dylan O’Brien and Tyler Posey on her main blog @brien-odylan and for the blackinnon ship on @blackinnon-paradise.

Masterlist for actors and for blackinnon

@obscurilicious

So many fics to drown into! She has several blogs for her different fandoms and characters, but I’ll give you a link for her collected masterlist. You’ll find tons of things for the Marauders and Ben Barnes’ characters.

Masterlist

Kira aka @that-bwitch

Kira is very talented and a sweetheart! She writes for several HP characters, a few Ben Barnes’ characters and Poe Dameron.

Masterlist

Kami aka @kboogie09

Kami is very kind and funny and she is amazingly talented! She has a way with words that make all the feelings go right to your heart. She has written some of the best Poe Dameron fanfics out here, and she writes for several characters in the SW and MCU fandoms as well.

Masterlist

Melissa aka @i-said-goddameron

Oh dear… Melissa is an absolute cinnamon roll but also a first class sinner. If you want some Poe Dameron smut, she should be your go-to writer. But don't think that it’s all about smut with her! She also writes the most heartbreaking angst there is. As I said, she writes for the SW fandom.

Masterlist

@shenanigans-and-imagines

Such an amazing being and writer! So many touching stories, and she has a way with words that will touch your very soul. She is active in the SW, the Magnificent Seven and MCU fandom.

Masterlist and the one for her drabbles

Rose aka @spectre-leader

You might have known her as @cobalt-one and I am still so pissed at tumblr for making her vanish for a few weeks by deleting her blog for some reason. Anyways, besides being an absolute cutipie, she is extremely talented and writes so beautifully! She will give you tons of feels and you’ll love it, so treat yourself! She writes for the SW fandom, and in particular for Poe Dameron.

Allie aka @yourhufflepufftrash

Allie is an absolute sweetheart and writes adorable and wonderful fics for several characters of the HP fandom. You should give it a read!

Masterlist

Laura aka @thevalesofanduin

Laura is super sweet and writes absolutely beautifully. Her style is amazing! She writes mainly for Star Trek and SW.

Masterlist

Lani aka @propertyofpoeandbucky

This girl is so cute and funny! Also, expect a lot of fics!! She writes the most sinful smut as well and some amazing stories. She writes for a lot of fandoms, I will let you get through her masterlist for the details, but she writes mainly for SW and the MCU.

Masterlist

Dani aka @illshowyourhurricanes

She is one of the sweetest people around here and her writing is just as sweet and cute. She mainly writes for Ben Barnes’ characters.

Masterlist

Lori aka @loriwrites

This woman is an absolute sweetheart. Even though her blog is closed for business, her masterlist is still full of Sebastian Stan and some others who she blesses us with.

Masterlist

Maya aka @prettyyoungtragedy - proposed by @pitubea1910

@pitubea1910 : Her writings and stories are my favourite in this whole site, I swear! She's the queen of the angst and cliffhangers! She specially writes for Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers and I'm a sucker for her stories. Plus, she's the loveliest girl ever!

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Iz aka @meetyourmouths - proposed by @pitubea1910

@pitubea1910 : Her writings are about Harry Styles and, for me, her way of describing Harry and just writing him is so so accurate. I honestly recommend her blog if you're looking for any Harry styles story, you'll be more than amazed

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@inkinflux - proposed by an anon

anon: She has many (and by many, I mean MANY) fics that you’d read again and again for the feels. She mainly writes for SW, HP, and other miscellaneous fandoms. Please check her out (I promise you won’t regret)

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Megan aka @goodomensblog

Amazing, amazing writing style that will either break your heart or make it melt. Fantastic descriptions too that really get you into the story. The blog is for Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens).

Darcy aka @forineffablereasons

Wonderful writer, her fics will make your melt. She’s also very nice as a person, so it’s always nice to see her posts. This blog is for Good Omens.

Kara aka @hellotherekenobi (main blog: @karasong)

Kara writes amazing fanfics for Star Wars, with a very poetic style! She writes some of the best Obi-Wan fics on this website!

Masterlist

@just-the-hiddles - proposed by @redfoxwritesstuff

@redfoxwritesstuff : @just-the-hiddles does awesome writing for Loki in the MCU and RPF for Tom Hiddleston.

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@hopelessromanticspoonie - proposed by @redfoxwritesstuff

@redfoxwritesstuff : @hopelessromanticspoonie writes disabled reader inserts for Loki and Tom hiddleston.

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@nonsensicalobsessions - proposed by @redfoxwritesstuff

@redfoxwritesstuff : @nonsensicalobsessions writes Tom hiddleston rpf that can be rather heartbreaking at times. Everyone needs some heartbreak lol

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@coyotesongwriting - proposed by @redfoxwritesstuff

@coyotesongwriting also writes within the mcu and tends to be on the angsty side

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#writers #writers on tumblr

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