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RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
WIPs
– Walking Towards Those Green Neon Lights
– You're A Dog (I'm Your Man): CH3 Draft
– CurtBuck Prompt Fill Rework Draft
– BuckBucky Sunset Garage
– Is This It? (It's A Long Way Down)
– CurtBucky Plane Wing WIP
– CurtBuckBucky Body Shots WIP
– BuckBucky Edging Rework Draft
litchrally no way i can make a post with all of them because i genuinely have 30+ mota wips since january but here are some :-) (so many of mine just have boring titles so they're easier to find lol it's that or song lyrics, no in between oopsie)
tagging @air-exec, @counting0nit, @triggerlil, whoever else wants to do it c i feel bad spam tagging the same ppl in all of these lol <33
ok ok that last loud simp eddie piece you did literally killed me and resurrected me at the same time i love a good angsty fic gahhh
Apology video coming soon. Until then fluffy dad!Eddie mom/parent!reader content
He insists the entire time you're pregnant that it's a girl. You tell him it's a 50/50 chance, that no one knows.
"I do." He says it definitively, the way he used to tell you back in high school that you're going to end up together someday, end up exactly where you are now. Even after being together for so long, you still wake up to him touching your face, gazing at you like he wants to kiss you, the way he always has. Now in between smothering your face with the most loving adoring kisses, more than you knew a person was capable of, he kisses your belly, caressing each new stretch mark as it appears and talking to your baby.
"hi princess," he smiles. his confidence is unwavering. you start to think you might be having a girl too. three trimesters later your baby, a healthy little girl you name Rose, is welcomed into the world. watching Eddie hold her, it hits you that he was right again. he's an amazing dad, easily the best you've ever seen. uncle Gareth and uncle Jeff - among your other close friends and family - come to visit often, and there's usually someone over to help with the baby and the housework and spend a little quality time with. once his paternity leave is up and he starts going to the studio again to write corroded coffin's next album with the guys, and he's just overflowing with ideas. He's never been more inspired, felt more right than he did holding your baby. much later when their next tour rolls around, he surprises the crowd with an unreleased song, only played in the nursery in your home together; the lullaby he wrote your daughter. he sings more tenderly, more heartfelt than you've ever seen him, and Rose becomes a fan favorite encore at their shows. during one of those shows, you wait for him in the wings, your daughter now walking and hugging your leg. at the end of the song she slips away, running on stage and crying out for her dad. he greets her with a smile, scooping her up and hugging her close.
"hi dad!" she babbles.
"hi Rosie," he coos. she smiles up at him just like you do, her rainbow brite sweater shining under the stage lights.
"do you want to say hi?" he asks, holding up a mic. she leans in and babbles out a hi, waving to the crowd. he finishes the last verse of the song with the angel he wrote it for in his arms. you wave at him from the wings, and his chest sqeezes, realizing his dreams really have come true. none of them have ever seen a crowd full of metal heads cry and fawn as much as they did that night.
I never died or left the fandom, I'm just a depressed teenager who's forced to be an adult and earn money to live (I just wanna move to a little mountain house and get a dog or two am I asking too much)