#i really want to finish this fic but i feel like i need to wade through pages of military jargon just to get it accurate

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writing generation kill fanfic has led me to wikipedia pages i wouldn’t visit with a gun

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Do You Want Me Or Do You Not?

Characters - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary - You have been with Joel and Sarah for 4 years and your life is pretty perfect. Your evening plans quickly take a turn for the worse.

Word Count - 2.3K

Warnings/Tags - 18+ only Minors dni. Typical canon language, Angst, I mean all the angst, Joel being an asshole? mentions of arguing, mentions of drinking.

A/N - Set Pre-Outbreak! This is my first fic and I would like to say a massive thank you to the beautiful @pedgeitopascal for beta reading and encouraging me to share this! This was supposed to be a drabble but I got carried away, open to writing more to this! Feedback is appreciated but pls be kind.

Read Chpt 2 Here! ~ Hold On To Me, Cause' Im A Little Unsteady.

Divider credit to @saradika

You slammed the door so hard that you were surprised it didn’t come off its hinges. Your blood was boiling, leaving a thin sheen of sweat over your skin and prickling up your spine to the back of your neck, making you feel nauseous.

"How could he say that?" you ask yourself quietly.

Staring blankly at the front yard, the streetlights hummed and zinged above your head, making you dizzy. The air was hot and sticky, clinging to your exposed skin like ivy on an old house. You moved slowly, your legs feeling as if they were wading through quicksand. Closing your eyes and inhaling the humid evening air, you feel tears pooling in your eyes and threatening to overflow.

"How did this happen?" you thought to yourself over and over again. Sure, it wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to argue, but they were always silly little fights that you blamed on your short temper and his stubbornness. You'd both raised your voices at each other before, and instead of apologising like adults, he'd do or say something that made you laugh, and no matter how hard you tried—and God knows you tried—to hide it with a bitten lip or a turn of the head, He saw right through you. Giving you that "I know you're mad, but you love me" look with a shit-eating grin.

You would roll your eyes and wrap your arms around his waist. Laying your head against his chest as he rested his chin on the top of your head. The small circles you drew on his broad back and the silent kisses he placed on the crown of your head were just unspoken apologies. Not this time. This felt different. This felt final. Like there was no coming back from the venom-laced words he hurled at you.

It was late, around eleven p.m. if you had to guess. You cursed under your breath as you realised you had left your phone on the kitchen counter. Not knowing what to do, you decided to walk around the block and give yourself and him a chance to calm down.

You felt lost, wandering, your face hot from the tears you hadn't noticed were falling freely now. You tried to take another deep, shuddering breath as you wiped the palms of your hands over your face, but all that was coming were silent, wracking sobs, your throat hurting from swallowing around the lump in it. As you walked the empty streets of your suburban neighbourhood, the argument replayed over and over in your head.

Joel had just returned home from work, having promised you and Sarah that he would be home by seven o'clock at the latest. You couldn't lie to yourself, you wished he was home more, but you understood that he needed to finish this job, so you didn't press him on it. He threw his keys into the bowl with a little too much force and sighed heavily.

"Hey, are you going to make dinner?" he muttered under his breath, without even looking at you, staring at the ground as he removed his work boots by the door. "Oh yeah, of course. Shall I just shine your shoes when I'm there, master?" You snarked at him and laughed, not really thinking he was being serious. When you looked up from your laptop, he was staring at you blankly, the question hanging in the air.

"You know I worked a full day too, right? You said you would be home for Seven, so I took Sarah to the mall, picked up her new soccer kit, and then drove her to and picked her up from practice. It got late, so I made something quick for her. I thought we could get takeout when you got back, and you know it wouldn’t hurt for you to cook once in a while, Miller." You laughed, still working away on your laptop, and when no response came, you paid no mind to the back and forth.

"Yeah, and I'm sure there were plenty of better things you would have rather been doing," he muttered under his breath again, clearly intending for it to be loud enough for you to hear in the small living room that joined the kitchen. Your eyes snapped up as you heard the door to the fridge being yanked open with enough force to knock the condiment bottles from their shelf inside the door. Smashing as they met the cold tiles of the kitchen floor.

"God fucking dammit," he cursed. Joel is known for his colourful vocabulary, but this one caught you off guard. What has gotten him so riled up in the five minutes he has been in the house? You stood up and marched into the kitchen, leaving your laptop on the middle seat of the sofa, watching as he stepped over the mess by the fridge and opened the cupboard under the sink for the cleaning supplies. Still not looking at you.

"What is up your ass this evening?" You asked, irritably, as the prospect of a quiet night curled into his chest with Chinese food in hand quickly passed you by. "Nothing, don’t worry about it," he pushed past you, barely brushing your shoulder in his passing. He had yet to look at you. "I get it! You had a shitty day at work, but you don’t need to take it out on me!" You huffed as you walked around the small, worn dining table the three of you usually share your meals.

"Work was fine," he spat. You bent down to help him pick up the glassy mess, but he flinched back from you, bolting to his feet and crossing to the trash can on the other side of the kitchen in two long strides. He threw the jagged shards of glass into the bin with enough force that it rocked from side to side. You have seen Joel angry on plenty of occasions. If things mess up at work. If Tommy needs to be bailed out of jail for the umpteenth time. He has never been this angry, not with you anyway.

"What’s wrong?! And what did you even mean by ‘I'm sure there were plenty of better things you would have rather been doing’ Joel?!" You asked as you deepened your register to mimic his voice and his earlier statement. "Oh, I think you know what I mean," he laughed out with no trace of humour, his voice like ice. There was the beginning of a pit in your stomach, telling you that something was very wrong here. He has never in the four years you have been together, spoken to you like this. Not even remotely close to it.

"Okay, I really don’t understand what is happening here. Is there something you want to get off your chest?! Have I done something to piss you off or something?" You questioned, throwing your arms up in the air, letting them fall to your sides with an audible snap as your hands connected with your jean-covered thighs. You wracked your brain for something, anything, that would explain the way he was acting towards you. You came up blank. He was fine when he left for work this morning, you had to pry his strong arms from around your waist as he trailed tender kisses up your neck, making you wiggle your behind against him. Giggling and telling him if he didn’t leave now, he would be late for work. He left you in bed with a "To be continued" purred into the shell of your ear.

You could feel your temper bubbling under the surface now, threatening to spill over as you take deep, measured breaths, trying your best not to lose it on him. This didn’t make any sense. He was glaring at you from across the room, chest heaving with angered breath. You could see the strain in his arms as he stood ridged, gripping the kitchen counter as if it were the only thing tethering him to the earth. You were worried he would snap it with the way his knuckles turned white as bone under the force.

"I mean, why are you even here, (Y/N)?! With me? With Sarah?!, If I'm such a pain in the ass, why don’t you just go? Go find some other fucking guy to play "house" with! I'm sure they will show you a real good time!" The words rushed out of him like a tsunami, sweeping you and the little happy life you had made with him and his daughter right out to sea. It was as if he slapped you, even though you knew Joel would never slap you, or any woman for that matter, because he was raised right. The words still made you stumble backwards, bumping into one of the dining chairs.

You had to hold onto the chair for support. It felt like your legs would buckle under you. Looking into his eyes, you could tell he regrets saying it; he knew he had hurt you in one of the few ways only he could. You know you're not the most maternal woman around. But you adore Sarah as if she were your own child. Right to your very core. You would do anything for her, and you would protect her like a lioness protects her young. Ferociously. She knows that��they both know that, right?

"Is that what you think of me? That I would rather be somewhere else? With someone else? Why would you say that to me?" You choked out, your voice tight around the lump quickly rising in your throat, your voice barely above a whisper. Joel takes a deep breath and releases it in a slow, saddened sigh, like the world is crushing his shoulders with the weight of the words he has just cut you with. He can’t look at you, he won’t. He just stares at the floor as he runs a hand through the mop of dark hair atop his head, just long enough to start curling at the nape of his neck. You have to leave; you have to get out of this kitchen. You feel like the tension in the room will suffocate you if you don’t.

Now you stand in the rain that has just started to mist heavily from the blackened sky. Closing your eyes and tipping your head back and letting the cold rain calm your heated skin, taking in a deep breath, and enjoying the smell of fresh rain on the concrete almost make you smile. Almost. After walking the four blocks around your quiet, deserted neighbourhood, You find yourself outside a bar, deciding that you would rather drown your sorrows in a cheap amber liquid than return to a house where the man you love won't even look you in the eye.

You check the pocket of your jeans, hoping that you didn’t empty them of your change into the bowl on the console beside the door, which held the house's spare change and keys, when you got home from work…to the house that isn’t yours, not really, but before tonight had felt like your home. You shake the thought away immediately; you are tired and don’t want to get emotional in public. You say a silent prayer of thanks to whatever higher power was looking out for you as you fished the two rumpled twenty-dollar bills from your back pocket. Pushing the door to the bar open, you are welcomed by the chatter of happy patrons enjoying their Friday evening.

Opting for a seat at the sparsely occupied bar, you wait patiently for the bartender to be free to serve you. She approaches you with a friendly smile. "What can I get ya?" she asks in a thick Texan accent. It knocks you for six; his face is immediately in your mind, images flashing before your eyes from your first date, vacations spent with Joel, Sarah, and Tommy. Joel comforting you through your father's death, you beneath him between your cotton bedsheets, to his lack of ability to look at you just hours ago.

"Honey? You alright? Can I get you something?" The bartender asked you again, her brows knitted together in concern. You shake your head, trying to physically get rid of the memories that flood your vision. "Uh, yeah, sorry. Can I get a Jamesons…ah, a double on the rocks, please?" You ask, trying not to meet her worried gaze. "Coming right up," you thank her and prop your elbows on the sticky counter of the bar, ignoring the way the sticky sensation makes your stomach churn. Rubbing the heels of your hands into your eyes hard enough that you start to see purple splotches on the inside of your eyelids. You remove your hands when you hear the clink of ice in a glass being set in front of you.

Thanking the bartender again with a small, polite smile, you hand her a twenty, and ask her to keep the change. She thanks you and kindly leaves you to wallow in your thoughts. There is no doubt about how you feel about him. You love Joel like you have never loved before. It is all-encompassing, sometimes you think the depth of your feelings for him could swallow you whole, and the love you have for his daughter is of equal measure. The question that has been circling your exhausted mind for the last few hours comes front and centre again.

"Why? Why would he say what he did? What could have happened to make him doubt your feelings for him? About your little family?" You take another deep, steadying breath as your emotions threaten to overwhelm you again, rubbing your face in your palm while nursing the burn in your throat and rolling the whisky glass in your other. You feel a presence just behind your right shoulder.

"Is this seat taken, Darlin?" a familiar baritone voice asks quietly.

It’s familiar, but it’s not the voice you were hoping to hear…

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Fic Writer Interview

So I decided to snag this from @sparklepocalypse and fill it out because I'm cozy on my couch on New Year's Eve and fighting off a nap like a grumpy toddler. I'm actually fairly certain I've done this one before, now that I think about it, but oh well. The numbers are different since last time, so...

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

60, apparently! 61 being posted later today!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 

178,579

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ghosts

Do we still have forever

Volume Control

Retaliation

Modification to the map of you

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I respond to each and every comment that I receive. I try very hard to leave a personalized message for each person, but no matter what, even if it's just a "thank you," I will always respond! Even if it takes me some time!

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

To this day, the angstiest ending is Darkest before the dawn, which ends with hope, even if it doesn't end with an actual resolution. It's during canon, so the reader know what happens next.

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

I think my most recent Christmas fic, Oh what a laugh it would have been, has probably now overtaken one of my previous fics for overall happiest ending!

7. Do you write crossovers?

I haven't yet, but I'm absolutely open to it given the write parameters!

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I haven't yet, and I hope I never do, although I know that the internet can be a wild place.

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

If you'd asked me back in July of this year, I would have said that I primarily write fade to black. Since then, I've written ridiculous amounts of smut. I'm still learning about various kinks I'd like to write about, because I don't want to just write without knowledge of the act itself, but I'm wading into the smut-verse now. I'd say the water's up to my knees, at this point. Got a ways to go.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, not that I've been made aware of, but I think it would be so neat.

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

I haven't but catch me and @thinkof-england cowriting something amazing now that the new year has arrived.

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

Y'all are gonna need to sit down for this. I don't think you're ready. Deep breath in. Hold it. Now let it out slowly. Calm your mind. Are you ready? Okay because I know this is going to come as a shock to you when I say that it's FirstPrince.

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

A Star Trek fic with Jim Kirk x an OC. I started it back in the spring and then RWRB happened and now it's just languishing away in my docs at just shy of 18,000 words.

15. What are your writing strengths?

I've been told that I have realistic dialogue, so I'll count that as a strength. I also think I'm pretty skilled at metaphors. Love a good metaphor.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

The description of surroundings, including clothing and scenery. I feel like I don't do enough of this sometimes, and I'm trying to better at painting a proper picture.

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

I've done so! Lots and lots of research and consultation with native speakers to confirm accuracy.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Pirates of the Caribbean, apparently.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

There isn't really one out there. I'm super content with the permanent campsite I've built in FP land. Hopefully I'm allowed to hang out there for quite some time.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

How am I supposed to pick a favorite out over 60 fics?!

I suppose if I absolutely HAD to pick right now, right this second, I'd say Ghosts, because the prompt for it as my first ever reader-submitted prompt on a comment from another fic. The reader enjoyed my fic so much that they asked if I'd write another, and Ghosts it what came of that interaction. I loved writing it and sharing it not just with that reader but with the fandom as a whole.

Gonna post my tag list for anyone who wants to participate!

@adreamareads @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @cha-melodius @clottedcreamfudge @cricketnationrise @daisymae-12 @duchessdepolignaca03 @gayrootvegetable @getmehighonmagic @happiness-of-the-pursuit @heybuddy-drabbles @indomitable-love @indestructibleheart @inexplicablymine @kiwiana-writes @leaves-of-laurelin @leojfitz @littlemisskittentoes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @magicandarchery @ninzied @priincebutt @read-and-write- @rockyroadkylers @roseharpermaxwell@ships-to-sail @songliili @ssmtskw @statueinthestonetoo @stereopticons @suseagull04 @thinkof-england @tintagel-or-cockleshells@user-anakin @vanillahigh00 @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @whimsymanaged @wordsofhoneydew 

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!!!! No fr I don't agree with the headcanon that it would have taken a while for hellcheer to hookup. They would be making out in a matter of days if vecna hadn't showed up. They were flirting hardcore and she was laughing up a storm in the woods. Even Joe agreed that they were on the outskirts of falling in love. They might not have been official for a little while because I agree with Joe, it would've probably been a liaison type of deal.

yeah! and chrissy very much needed to blow off some steam so it was a recipe for the perfect rendezvous!

I didn’t intend for this to be a full on fic but i got a lil carried away 😳

warnings: drug usage (weed), shotgunning, nsfw sexual situations but no actual smut

Eddie goes to find the special k, but this time Chrissy follows him into his room. He picks up on her discomfort and decides two things in this moment: 1) he’s going to put on some music and 2) he’s not giving her any hard drugs.

Chrissy agrees to stick to weed (she was getting a little apprehensive about it anyway) and Eddie invites her to sit on his bed and go through his cassettes while he rolls some joints for them.

She finds a Billy Joel record which Eddie happily puts on for her.

They are literally in his bed, leaning against the wall while he teaches her to smoke. Chrissy’s cheer jacket and Eddie’s jacket/vest are laying haphazardly on the floor. They pass the joint back and forth, shoulders grazing and legs brushing up against each other.

“Look at that, you’re a natural.” Eddie praises as Chrissy passes the joint back to him.

Soon, they finish the joint and Eddie starts to roll another but Chrissy’s fingertips on Eddie’s bare wrist stop him.

“I don’t like inhaling it. I mean, I wanna keep going but…”

The corner of Eddie’s lips turn downwards. Chrissy doesn’t like that.

“Afraid I’m fresh out of edibles. That would be the other easiest way.”

Chrissy raised an eyebrow.

“What kind of establishment are you running here?”

It’s a fun change of pace- Chrissy making him laugh for once. He’s surprised at how easily she pulled it out of him and she’s surprised at how much she loves the sound of his laugh.

“You know, technically, there is another way if you don’t want to smoke it yourself.”

“What is it?”

Eddie finds himself unable to meet Chrissy’s eyes when he says it.

“It’s called shotgunning or a shotgun kiss. Basically one person takes a hit and blows smoke into the other person’s mouth.”

When he looks back at Chrissy, she doesn’t look perturbed, or angry or even weirded out.

Her eyes are wide with wonder, her lips parted in anticipation. Eddie realizes now that her hand is still wrapped around his wrist.

“Can we try it?”

And really, how could he say no?

So he rolls a joint, lights it, takes a hit and nods for Chrissy to come closer. They’re sitting face-to-face, legs criss-crossed and knees touching. Chrissy’s hands automatically go to Eddie’s knees for balance.

She leans in, parting her lips slightly and Eddie meets her halfway.

He brushes his lips against hers, gently blowing the smoke into her mouth.

Chrissy felt a jolt run up her spine. She feels dizzy, lightheaded. and borderline intoxicated but it’s not from the weed…

Eddie exhales slowly and, having no other excuse to linger, begins to pull away. When they each open their glossy, lidded eyes, they just stare at one another. A thick silence fills the room, like the quieting of an orchestra before a mighty crescendo.

It takes one single synchronized heartbeat before their music crescendos.

Chrissy and Eddie move in perfect sync, crashing their lips back together. Eddie waists no time in hoisting Chrissy up by the waist and situating her on his lap. Chrissy’s hands wade into Eddie’s hair as they kiss with a mad fervor.

They relish in the feeling of one another, of the heat and passion in their kiss. When Eddie slides his tongue into her mouth, Chrissy emits a muffled moan that Eddie so wishes he could record to have forever.

Eddie’s hands remain firmly planted on Chrissy’s hips while Chrissy is more experimental with her touches.

She moves her hands from tangled in his hair to cupping his jaw to resting on his chest. She slides her hands down and the fabric of his “Hellfire” shirt comes with it.

“You know…” Chrissy mumbles between rushed kisses. “Earlier, I didn’t get to see your full tattoo.”

Eddie parts from Chrissy’s lips to trail kisses down her jaw and neck.

“Chrissy Cunningham… if i didn’t know any better, I’d think you wanted me to take my shirt off.”

Chrissy whimpers when his lips ghost over a particularly tantalizing spot on her neck. She flattens her hands on his chest and gently pushes him back against the wall.

Her blue eyes, reddened from the weed are blown out with lust and desire.

“Please?”

His answer is to yank his Hellfire shirt off and unceremoniously toss it to a corner of the room, forgotten as if it were a used dish rag.

Chrissy’s reached out and traced the outline of the demon tattoo with her fingers. Her eyes wandered down his surprisingly toned chest to the happy trail that faded into his jeans.

Eddie gripped Chrissy’s chin between his forefinger and thumb, guiding her head up to look into his brown eyes.

“Have I piqued the kitten’s curiosity?” He asked in a teasing tone.

Chrissy swallowed, not out of nervousness but anticipation.

“Eddie, I want you. I need you.” She pleaded in a whisper. She slid forward on his lap, grinding down on his crotch slightly, making Eddie gasp and grunt all at once.

His expression shifted lightning fast. He was now the one with blown out doe eyes. Chrissy leaned down to whisper hotly in his ear.

“Eddie…”

She didn’t have to say anything else. Just hearing his own name whispered that way, like it was the answer to a centuries-old philosophical question was making his head spin.

If Chrissy fucking Cunningham wanted him, she had him. For as long as she wanted, however she needed. A physical release; a boy toy, a spring break lover, something more? Eddie didn’t care. His one and only purpose was to serve and pleasure her.

And based on every single day that followed, every single rendezvous at lover’s lake; every single tryst at Eddie’s trailer, every single liaison at Chrissy’s house…

the feeling was very very mutual.

[smt-obsessed]

✰MASTERLIST✰

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Hi! I'm a part of a lot of fandoms and I like to write!

Here's my Masterlist of all of the fandoms/characters I'll be writing for, and all of my works and works in progress.

But I write slower than fuck, please bear with me lol.

I'm not taking any requests at the moment ♡

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American Horror Story

(I can see this one being the cause of a lot of darkfics, especially Hotel. There will always be a trigger warnings list before anything I write, so please read it if you feel like you might need it.)

Kit Walker

Lana Winters

Cordelia Goode

Madison Montgomery

Misty Day

The Countess

James Patrick March

John Lowe

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Attack On Titan

(I'm gonna be honest; I haven't finished it. But I want to, even though I know the ending! But I've also been wanting to write for them... So please forgive me if they seem a little out of character, it'll get better I promise! I'll also probably be rewatching and getting caught up on it while writing these lol. I'll update y'all!)

Armin Arlert

Connie Springer

Eren Jaeger

Hange Zoë

Jean Kirstein

Levi Ackerman

Mikasa Ackerman

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Criminal Minds

(I had a really bad "Criminal Minds" hyper fixation 2 years ago, but I got out of it before I could finish any of the fics I had set up for them, so I deleted most of them like a year ago 😭)

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer Jareau

Penelope Garcia

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Spencer Reid

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D.C.

I just recently rewatched the first "Deadpool" movie and remembered how much I love it, so I'll hopefully be writing for him soon, as well as Harley Quinn! I'm also thinking that maybe I'll write about both of them x reader... But I'm not sure, we'll see! 😊

Harley Quinn

Wade Wilson / Deadpool

Jujustu Kaisen

So I haven't watched the second season 🙈 I was really liking it! but, in all honesty-

⚠SPOILERS⚠

I got spoiled on pretty much everything and I just could not continue on, knowing almost all of them were gonna die 😭.

Gojo Satoru

Megumi Fushiguro

Nanami Kento

Nobara Kugisaki

Yuji Itadori

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Life is Strange

(Fun fact! I've never played this myself, I've just watched Jacksepticeye play it a lot, lolol. ♡ I'll probably add Rachel and Sean to this list but I definitely need to re-watch those two first.)

Chloe Price

Max Caulfield

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My Hero Academia

(This is the first place I tried to shift too (iykyk), It never happened- but I might try again soon!)

Denki Kaminari

Eijiro Kirishima

Iiada Tenya

Izuku Midoriya

JiTn BuWbaIigaCwaEra

Katsuki Bakugo

Kyoka Jiro

Momo Yaoyorozu

Shoto Todoroki

Tamaki Amajiki

Toya Todoroki

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Ouran High School Host Club

(My comfort anime. it's problematic but so good.)

Haruhi Fujioka

Hikaru Hitachiin

Kaoru Hitachiin

Kyoya Ootori

Takashi Morinozuka

Tamaki Suoh

Mitskuni Haninozuka

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Spy X Family

(I love this show, I haven't finished it yet- but that's only because I'm waiting for the second part of the second season to be dubbed on Hulu!)

Loid Forger

Yor Forger

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The Sturniolo Triplets

(I'm hyper-fixating on Matt at the moment, so I'm really sorry if I'm slow at writing for literally anyone else. 😭)

Chris Sturniolo

Matt Sturniolo

Nick Sturniolo

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The Umbrella Academy

(I absolutely love this show, I'm happy to talk about it with whoever wants to!)

Allison Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Lila Pitts

Luther Hargreeves

Viktor Hargreeves

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The Walking Dead

(This is probably my favorite show ever; I've been watching it from the very start. Talk with me about it in my asks or messages!)

Beth Greene

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Maggie Rhee

Michonne

Negan Smith

Rick Grimes

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And that's it!

(for now at least)

I would like to restate what I said at the top of this post; I really do want to write. I love thinking of ideas, planning it out and writing it!

But I'm very indecisive person as well as a perfectionist and so honestly, I'm just very slow at it. 😅

I promise I'll try to post as often as I can though.

I love y'all! Ttyl. ♡

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hello i am finally watching stranger things so i am humbly here for some recs of your favorite steddie fics if you wouldn’t mind 💕

ilana!!! i'm so glad, and please feel free to shout at me about st whenever you like. we'll wade through the brainrot together <3

now then. onto some personal favorites:

-> steve harrington's six-step guide to getting the guy. 34k. by oaseas

"Alright, listen. You want to romance Max? It’s easier said than done.” When Lucas’s face falls, Steve is quick to tack on, “But it is doable. There are steps. Six of them.” He spreads his hands theatrically, bending a little at the waist as if setting the scene.

or: Lucas needs love advice, Dustin & Robin despair, and Steve's a regular Casanova.

i love all iterations of steve, but this author did a fantastic job of writing him as the charming young man he is. he's also so so romantic, which is basically canon. one of my favorite falling in love stories.

-> not fade away (a cover). 37k. by dorcas_gustine

Vecna is dead, Eddie is cleared of all charges, Robin shakes on a bet and Steve Harrington has got game.

....maybe you're seeing a pattern here. anyway. you can probably guess the bet has something to do with eddie munson and steve harrington's charm. again, an absolute powerhouse of a fic that showcases steve's love languages and eddie's panicked, lovesick butt.

-> talk it up (what i came here for). 12k. by heartofwinterfell

“Wait, wait, wait. You, Erica Sinclair”—Steve brandished his spoon at her, flinging flecks of ice cream spit onto the counter, before flipping it back on himself—“want me to help Eddie Munson get some game?”

“You know, Lucas said it took you a while to get with the program, but this is embarrassing.”

[or, erica spends the month of june trying to solve a love triangle]

some of my favorite fics are steve and eddie from the perspectives of others. this is one i read recently which i LOVED! erica is very straightforward and you can see how she comes to care about the boys and it's interesting to have a completely unrelated narrator describe them falling in love (even if it's unknowingly so).

-> eddie munson and the dreamboy. 8k. by pukner

"How'd you get in here--" Steve hisses.

"Your security sucks, sweetheart," says Eddie. Then, "Actually, that isn't true. It was a nightmare getting here, and the inside of your brain is a fucking labyrinth."

Or, five times El and Eddie find a version of Steve Harrington while traversing his mindscape to drag him out of a coma (thanks, Vecna).

And one time Steve finds Eddie.

this one isn't focused so much on steve and eddie falling in love. it takes place inside steve's head, so there's a lot of character study (and a lot of eddie wanting to wrap steve up in blankets and shield him from the rest of the world). it's one of my favorites, and there's a lot of eddie-steve-el interaction, which is always a win.

-> leave the light on sometimes all night. 78k. by anniebibananie

June 1986 Steve is lonely.

He’s always been lonely, honestly. An empty house, absent parents, friends that didn’t really know him. Frankly, he probably doesn’t really know himself, either. It used to be easier to ignore—between sports and parties and searching for the next girl to hang around with.

Then Nancy Wheeler told him he was bullshit. In the wreckage of the storm, he realized she probably hadn’t been that off base to call his life bullshit.

[Life in Hawkins, Indiana is boring, ordinary, no supernatural entities. Steve still changes.

Luckily, he still makes some new friends, too. Certain people are simply meant to be in the same story.]

this one was so good i downloaded it to finish it on the plane. as the summary says, it's canon-divergent in that steve doesn't get the chance to meet all the good people in his life through the upside-down chaos. it's a spectacular concept and spectacularly written. the author really understands steve's character and !!!! read it, okay.

-> blooms of the darkest garden. 12k. by tminuseternity

Steve is going to die.

And because this is Hawkins, a town with an alternate dimension right up its asscrack, he isn't going to die in a normal way. No, instead he's going to die because he can't stop coughing up the most disgusting combination of Upside Down gunk and...flower petals?

What the fuck is happening to him?

i'm a personal huge fan of the hanahaki trope and if you think steve harrington would rather hack up flowers than risk rejection, well. you'd be correct. it also has the oh. moment, which was absolutely delicious. a classic take on a classic trope. all around great read.

okay i'll stop here but if you (or anybody) wants more recs from me, i'm always reading them!!! hope you enjoy these ilana, happy reading :)

[private-bryan]

20 questions game for fic writers

Thanks for the tag @areseebee!

How many works do you have on ao3? 8

What’s your total ao3 word count? 63,699

What fandoms do you write for? Derry Girls. I once had a Zootopia fic on AO3 from a few years ago, but that was expunged with predjudice when I blew the dust off my account for my Derry Girls fics!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Charming, To Travel, A Confederacy of Fathers, Ruminations for a Sleepless Night, Coming of Age

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I didn't use to, primarily because I'm quite a shy person, but I try to do it now (at least for the early part of a fic's lifespan if I'm otherwise busy in real life). I need to get better at responding to new ones left on older fics though

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? "Tell me I was wrong"

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? "She" was literally written to have a happy ending, but I would personally say "A Confederacy of Fathers"

Do you get hate on fics? Not so far, and hopefully that continues

Do you write smut? If so what kind? No. The smuttiest thing I wrote was in the epilogue to "She", and that was just one or two paragraphs with several euphemisms.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written? Niet! Not unless you count butchering Irish mythology

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not as far as I know

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have a hard enough time writing by myself. I'll spitball and theorise with people about the plot, but the actual writing is all my own

What’s your all-time favorite ship? Jerin is my favourite, and I ship them hard and love to write them. I think my oldest one I can remember (and one I'm still slightly bitter that it never really left dock) was Ash and Misty from Pokemon. Honourable mentions to Lizzie x Gordo and T.J. x Spinelli too

What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? This depends on whether I can keep the writing impetus going or not, but "Mary Quinn's Cookery Book" has kind of reached a roadblock creatively. Hopefully I can get back to it once the current WIP is done, but we'll see.

What are your writing strengths? This question is highly anti-English, as we don't like to extoll our strengths! I like to think there's a flow to the stories I write, and that if there's little plot there's at least a good understanding of character. And I can weave in canon reasonably well

What are your writing weaknesses? I think know I can be florid - mainly in an effort not to continually repeat the same word, but it doesn't always feel natural. Also I can't plot for toffee; "She" notwithstanding, pretty much all of my fics are essentially single scenes, are un/strenuously connected scenes, or take place over a really short time period. Oh, and I seem to be having a love affair with the semicolon...

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I'm a monolinguist, unfortunately. One day I'd like to write in Irish (if Duolingo doesn't let me down), but for now it's good ol' Google Translate if I need another language.

First fandom you ever wrote for? Published? Lizzie Maguire, on fanfiction.net. Unpublished? Pokemon.

Favorite fic you’ve ever written? Probably "To Travel" - it's topical, exploring 2010s Northern Irish abortion rights in the wake of the 2022 Roe vs. Wade ruling, it was a challenge to write as person who the subject matter doesn't directly relate to, and it was fun to explore James and Erin on the cusp of getting together through the eyes of Anna.

[inspiteallthedanger]

Just finished Going Nowhere and am currently going out of my mind with how good it is! I really appreciate all the care and attention to detail, like even with it being a fantasy it's all still very grounded in who these people were and what we know of what happened and how they spoke to each other and about themselves. It never feels hacky or cliche or like it takes the easy way out of particular plot beats, and the catharsis of them being able to say all these things to each other and rediscover their love in a whole new way and grow old together with all the natural ups and downs is truly beautiful.

There's really just something about these guys that is so mythically captivating to me, the way they were at the center of the cultural zeitgeist and genuinely changed the world while being a story about friendship and growing up and regrets and miscommunication, and the more time has passed the more we've gotten to peel back all those clouded layers of business and media coverage to know them as people. And I love how you portray the intensity of their need to connect and be close to each other through the music and the LSD as they were the only means that seemed possible then.

Also a sidenote, I like how you dealt with Yoko and Linda very empathetically and letting them be their own people and not just an obstacle or emotional support.

This is the most lovely ask, thank you so, so much! I am very fond of Going Nowhere even though I’ve always been too afraid to reread it.

But reading this made me so happy, because that’s exactly what I wanted to achieve with it. I just wanted to give them the chance to wade through their shared history and find some well deserved peace. At their core was always love and always a deep friendship and appreciation of each other. So it was nice to pull that out and let them rediscover it over time.

And I loved getting to write this version of Linda. She was so fun and her and John’s relationship turned out to be one of the most fun parts of the fic for me.

Anyway. Thank you for taking the time to send this. It’s made my week 💕

[guardiandae]

Tagged by the wonderful @rayadraws!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 70

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

710,529

3. What fandoms do you write for?

One Punch Man, Marvel. Formerly BTVS.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

" - 2,391 kudos "Natural" - 2,448 kudos "5+7" - 3,341 kudos "Milkyway" - 4,601 kudos "Salvaged" - 6,567

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Oh yes! But i have a habit that tends to backfire on me... I'll respond to all comments for a while and then after a couple weeks I'll stop responding because I want to finish a chapter first.... this is fine except sometimes by the time I let myself respond to all those old comments it's been like.... 5 years. LOL. But I really do like to reply to every single one.

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

The Distance Between Us

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

Sugar & Spice

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Lmfao. Surprisingly rarely! I've maybe gotten two actual hate comments on my more spicy account. I've gotten more hate comments for making Saitama transmasc, but not by much. But like... I didn't make him transmasc anyway, it just happened. But yeah if people are whiny little bitches and I just roast them and then delete their comment because that doesn't fly for me, especially the transphobic weirdos.

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

Hell yeah. Ummm I like it when the weiners touch 👉👈

Actually lemme see. On my main account, my top tags are kind of all over the place. Mainly fluffy stuff, dirty talk. On my secret second account we'll get better results.... Watersports/Urination - obviously. Anal sex - duh, but boring. Dubious consent - spicy. Felching - MM. 🙏 Male lactation - MILK. HIM. 💦

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

Only "Now Recruiting", which still gets a lot of love tbh. It's about the Avengers trying to recruit Saitama, which isn't too crazy. Fun though!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

WOOF. I hope not. The sites that scrape fics are scary.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Oh yeah 💜 I love my international fans, and I always say yes when someone asks to translate. I just ask that they remember to link up with mine!

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

My memory is bad but I really don't think so. I don't play well with others >.< Also why I have turned down RP requests every time.

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

Wade/Nate. It might have hibernated for years, but it came back with a vengeance when it came back. But any ship I've written for, it's gotta be a hyperfixation for me, so I promise I love them all.

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

[Redacted]. But I'm not sure it's that I never will - it's that I think I overshot my ending and I actually need to hack it back a little and just end the fic. The way I kept going, it would've added another small arc to the fic that made it end on a sad note. And That, I'd probably never finish. The fic is old enough though that even thinking about opening it up to do that makes me cringe.

Secondary: Salvaged. But don't panic! It's not that I'll never finish it, it's that I will but still not any time soon. ;; It'll be a lot of work to open it up again and finish it. I wanna finish some other projects first, including new ones (oops). But I don't feel 'cringe' about opening it again. Just a loooottt of files to sift through.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm told my dialogue is amazing. I think it's because I enjoy practicing the lines, over and over again, and pacing everything out to make sure it sounds like something the character would actually say, and somewhat flow in real time.

I'm also quite lucky at being able to have details fall into place in really interesting ways. So that thing that seems elaborately planned out, who knows, lol. It's sort of half elaborately planned and half happy coincidence.

People also tell me that I manage to capture their imagination and especially their emotions. 🫶

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Finishing. Haha. I'll either catch stage fright if something gets really popular (especially if there's a sex scene, oop) or I'll get bogged down with things needing to be perfect, or a secret third thing - I get really attached and don't want to end the AU because then I worry I'll forget it exists.

Memory problems. Returning to a fic is harder because even after a month I don't remember what happened. And if I'm going without writing for any period of time I feel like I forget who I am as a writer completely. Sometimes I really can't understand who wrote a fic of mine, because it doesn't feel like it was me.

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

Ummmmm I do this very sparingly because I know that google translate is very flawed and I'm not fluent in any other language. Sometimes a little bit of french or spanish has been appropriate for a Deadpool fic, but not full dialogue.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Buffy The Vampire Slayer <3 I didn't include that in my fic count tho.... I don't dare go back to That Place, even just to look (FF.net)

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I'm gonna have to break it up by ship otherwise this ain't even fair--

"Hello, Handsome" - Cablepool - it's just soooo creative and fun! and COMPLETE! "5+7" - Genosai - another really fun one, emotional ups and downs but ultimately soooo fluffy and nice and one of those fics that changed my life. Almost done! "Yours" - Skirth/Agony - a rare f/f pairing but I really enjoyed writing them <333 COMPLETE "Milkyway" - Eddie/Symbiote - can something be a fluffy family fic AND really dirty filthy kinky at the same time? Apparently, somehow. COMPLETE.

Tagging @aeriamamaduck @pohjanneito and @theomnicode!

[nanneramma]

Trick-or-treat!

Thanks nonnie! Not sure if this is a trick, or a treat, but have a little sliver of an AU Tom/Ginny horror fic that I started many moons ago and have yet to come back to. (@venom0usbarbie this was a draft of a Tarot Fest fic for you that I never finished XD Add it to my list of fics I owe you)

She admires him in the soft candlelight over dinner. He is sharp, always has been—even middle age hasn’t softened him. His eyes are dark and so is his hair. Coal black, without a hint of brown. Together they look like a campfire at midnight.  But he is soft for her, she thinks, appreciating the curve of his lip. He kisses her often and calls her beautiful, teases and jokes and always makes her come.  “What are you thinking about?”  She meets his eye and blushes—caught staring at her husband. “You.” Tom lifts a brow. “What about me?” “How lovely you are, of course.” “Of course.”  Ginny smiles softly at him. “Wondering what you love about me, I guess.” “Oh, Gin.” Tom comes around the table and gathers her in his arms. “Everything, you know that.” “But what does everything even mean?” “These pouty little lips, to start.” He kisses the frown off her face. “And this eyebrow, particularly.” A kiss to her right eyebrow. “And all of these lovely little freckles.” Kisses across her nose. She squirms, laughing. “Tom, I’m serious. What really?” “Gin. You make me laugh, and smile, and feel so loved. I love everything about you.”  Ginny sighs, melting into her husband’s chest. “I love you.” “Love you too, you little nut,” Tom chuckles into her hair. “I’ll wash up, if you want to get ready for bed?” He always washes up. Ginny can’t remember the last time she did dinner dishes.  The radio kicks on: eight o’clock, and Tom hums a familiar tune as he rolls up his shirtsleeves at the sink.  That’s life. That’s what all the people say; You’re riding high in April, shot down in May. Ginny’s heart is full as she goes upstairs. *** It’s dark. The dark is solid, too, sticky, swallowing her feet like mud as she trudges through the kitchen. At least, she thinks it’s the kitchen. It’s hard to tell when it’s covered in sludge. It’s dripping from the ceiling, split split split, and it’s warm where it lands on her bare arms.  She’s thirsty, and she wades through the muck to get to the sink. But when she turns the tap it just spews out more dark, rivers of it, until it’s running over the edge of the sink and crawling up her legs. She needs to get outside, get away from the dark, but it’s too thick. Her legs are stuck, like molasses over the kitchen floor slowly sucking her down down down to her knees. It’s working its way up her arms now, pulling her further, and the sink is still running and the kitchen is just dark now. It’s not the kitchen anymore, it’s just blackness. Silent, just drip drop drip split split split. The dark works its way up her neck, and it fills her mouth as she tries to scream.

👻 I'm taking Trick or Treat asks! 👻

[not-close-to-straight]

Finishing the new Thor movie to see this update in my inbox made my DAYYYY- even if I didn't get to it right away

Oh but wade you 100% wanna be jet packed don't tell lies

I will always be sappy for peter loving the feeling of wades scars

I feel I repeat myself every spideypool with certain aspects but hey it's true

Because you're perfect to hang onto 😭

Peter making charts to understand his power limits is also me in that paranoid person trying to understand in theory without doing the practise

Their devotion in such a short time kills me and I love it

Peter just being able to sense wades presence during the trials is so hot my goshhhh

Ok buggy babe new fave

Call me baby boy and growl at me YAAS PETER YAAAAS

I was horny for the Beast #DEAD

MMMMMMMM peter lifting cars

You know it's serious when wades serious

I do NOT plan to do any tricks but I just bought myself a longboard (with a spidey logo) and boi peter doing skateboarding this chapter makes me so very hype for it to come in

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM SELF MADE WEBS LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO arguably the one thing I needed Andrew to have to complete me

The whole wrist moment is just reminding me of the artist fuzzyaya and their epic spideypool wrist art and I 👀

CHOMPER😍 the cutest of babies. I now need my friends to have my contact photo as a dinosaur this is the only need

Peter in panties you sayyyyy

Wade DOES want to be jet packed, he 100% loves it lol. It's more about how if Peter is holding him, all of his damage etc is right there and visible vs if he's holding Peter, he can... hide? That's why its so consistently great that Peter doesn't LET him hide. I love that.

The idea of Peter making charts and Wade just like "or I could throw stuff at you to test your reflexes" I felt like was very in character for both of them lol. I always thought it was a little bit off in the spiderman movies that we never really see Peter approaching his abilities scientifically? Like we sort of do with AG and TH with their web fluid but other than that, not really. You're telling me a science nerd kid wouldn't do the Scientific Method trying to find answers? Even after the initial montage of just flying between buildings and shooting webs everywhere? Come on.

I LOVED the sensory deprivation/trials scene. I definitely upped Peter's spideryness in the fic as well as upping just sort of generic super powers like the crazy hearing and lightning fast reflexes and of course, actual webs vs needing web shooters. But I love that scene with Wade talking to him and Peter not knowing what was said but knowing realistically he should be scared about it but instead he's just turned on? HOLLA.

Is fuzzyyaya the one where Peter's wrist gets milked? Cos.... that may or may not be in the fic already lmaooo

I thought the Chomper reference would either hit EXCELLENT or be one of those things that wildly ages me as a writer. I texted Alyssa @xkissmeimirishx a picture of Chomper and was like "who is this" because I knew if she knew right away, the joke would land but if she was like ??? then I'd leave it out. Obviously she knew exactly who it was and so many people in the comments did too which makes me VERY happy!

[toburnup]

is it greedy if i ask you about ALL of the fics on your wip list? bc i want to ask you about ALL of the fics on your wip list, the names sound SO intriguing sdkfjds 👀👀👀

(or, alternately, if you wanna keep some of the mystery - tell me about your favorite from the bunch!!)

greedy and GOOD, just the way i like it!!

message delivered

explanation here

but here is an additional snippet just 'cause:

Steve's halfway through a joint when he texts Eddie.

S: Almost 2. not looking great.

E: you know what i do when i can't sleep?

Steve swallows, hard. Slowly types a reply.

S: What?

E: i think you know.

anyway !! 😇😇😇

we waited on the thunder - rewrite

ok this one has haunted me for so long. i have nine thousand ACHING words written of this one, takes place after s4 but eddie is alive and everything is pretty much "okay" except that eddie is like very withdrawn and quiet. and dustin tells steve "you need to befriend eddie, he'll talk to you" and then they become friends over time. i actually really like this one but holy mother of god it was depressing me to write. like i wrote eddie in this way that i fell in love with, but then it became TOO MUCH and i couldn't figure out how to get him out of the corner i'd written him into (hence the "rewrite" where i tried to ease up a bit) so idk if/when this one will be posted.

snippet:

Eddie gazes at the sky with blank eyes and Steve would be afraid of the silence and the sheer stillness around them if not for the sound of Eddie's slow puff as his hand lifts to his mouth, the glow of the cigarette. The side of his shoe rests against Eddie's leg and Steve lets himself drink in the quiet.

"Do you feel that?"

Steve looks up and over at the sound of his voice. "Feel what?" Steve finally asks. His body feels like it's been sitting in the sun for too long even though the sun has set, but he's relaxed and heavy and couldn't move off the ground if he tried.

Eddie props himself up on one arm stretched behind him and tilts his chin up, chest open to the sky above which is slowly dotting with stars. He looks over with a raised brow. "Thunder."

Steve feels nothing except for the slight prickle under his skin, side effect of a warm look. He busies himself with reaching into a pocket to pull out a worn pack of smokes. He tries to hear anything outside of the rustling. Eddie's exhale.

"I don't feel it." As his light sparks, he chances a glance over and Eddie is still looking. He blames the heat on the lighter as Eddie's eyes trail over his face. Quiet again. A single breath. "You hear thunder,  you don't feel it." Steve sets his lighter aside.

Eddie lets his head rest back, arms bending until he's flat on the ground. Steve feels the dry grass against his bare ankle, thinks he feels the crawling sensation of a bug but doesn't want to move - doesn't want to be the one to move first. The silent moments spread. Finally, he feels the brush of Eddie's hand as he lets it rest against his shin, hand warm through his jeans. He wonders if Eddie's hand has callouses or if they're smooth like his own.

Steve exhales, smoke drifting above them, clouding the stars.

Eddie's voice is quiet. His response hangs in the air, following the smoke as the breeze eventually carries it away.

"I feel it."

somewhere along the california coast

hahahaha the name is a placeholder because i was trying to find a small coastal town in california that worked for this story, but i kind of like how it looks like this

this was like. the original seed of my swimmer!steve, but this is just a very cute fic of steve teaching eddie how to swim. i think i stopped working on this when i wrote the steve-and-eddie-go-to-the-lake story because they had similar vibes but i might finish this one at some point.

snippet:

"Just - just go in a bit further and like. Lay flat. You don't have to go all the way in, the ocean is all the same."

So Eddie nods, seems to be taking his advice and wades in further until he's up to his waist. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK. It's cold. How are those demons over there swimming in this?"

"Those are children." Steve floats on his back, paddles over to Eddie. "Just, do this."

"Easier said than done." But Eddie seems to be trying, is kneeling down and leaning back like he's folding. Steve holds out one hand as Eddie slips back, sending a splash.

"Here - just, take my hand and -" Eddie is clinging to Steve more than expected, and Steve helps ease him onto his back. Keeps one hand on the low part of his back and steadies him as he floats.

"Jesus. People do this for fun? This is terrifying." Eddie has his eyes squeezed shut. "And it's salty."

"Yep, thats the ocean for ya." Steve lets go of him and for a brief moment, Eddie floats and looks at peace. Takes a shuddering breath but has a little smile. Then a larger wave rolls by and his face goes under, so he gets his feet back under him and sputters in annoyance.

"Okay. I've decided. Swimming? Not for me."

"I don't think I'd call that swimming, personally."

THANK YOU FOR ASKING 💙💙

[aerisleis-fics]

2023 Writing in Review

I did an ao3 wrapped thing and mostly this is closer to the art wrapped where its one piece from each month. Some months don't have pieces (and that's okay.) I also kind of want to take a moment to reflect on what I hope to accomplish next year and what I (feel like I) accomplished this year. That'll all go at the end.

Total number of works posted this year topped out at 36 choosing one work for each month was hard as hell. But I tried to choose the one I was most proud of or felt like I did something that stretched my skill in. This feels long so under a cut it goes.

January-March: Nothing posted. Creative hibernation, if you will.

April: Nightmares and Horrors (RWBY) Speculative Post Volume 8 ending. Ruby wakes up alone in an unfamiliar world, wounded, tired, and terrified. It doesn't get a lot better from there.

May: Aligned Between Us (FFVII) Zack and Cloud finally have a real conversation about everything. Also featuring Tifa being a good friend!

June: Beginning Where We Ended (FFVII) Instead of waking up in the church after his (near) death at the hands of Sephiroth’s remnants, Cloud wakes up on the wasteland outside of Midgar over two years before. Zack faces down Shinra’s infantry, and Cloud finds he has the strength to change history.

But to do that, Cloud has to face it all again, while warring with his own splintered psyche. Fortunately, he doesn’t have to do it alone, if only he’d remember that.

July: Moments of Peace (FFVII) Quick meeting with Reeve of the WRO and Tseng of the Turks, and then the Boys have a Night in the Costa Del Sol home before the rest of their trip.

August: Unrealistic Expectations (FFXV) After nearly failing the trial of the Tidemother, Noctis stands precariously balanced between his duty, his emotions, and his body’s need for rest. The Prince fails to heed Lunafreya’s warning about taking it easy, and his friends find the hard way that Noctis hasn’t been truthful with them.

September: What Makes a Monster (FFVII) With only hours separating Zack from the massacre of Nibelheim, he does the best he can to stop it from happening.

October: Saving the Hero (FFVII) A pair of scenes centering in on Sephiroth saving Zack, and Zack - in his own way - saving Sephiroth in return.

November: Recordings for Sleeping (FFVII) At first it had been disheartening - was he that boring to talk to? But over time, Zack had come to understand that it wasn’t that it was boring. It was that Sephiroth had come to associate Zack talking with a sense of peace and the fact that things were okay, so he could relax - and, subsequently, could rest. It was incredibly touching, now that Zack understood it better.

December: Pause, Rewind, Restart (FFVII) Cloud and Marlene are visiting the church when they find themselves pulled backward into the past. With no way back home, Cloud sets himself to doing the best he can to make sure that this future goes better than the one they came from because he can't just do nothing.

Reflections

This year was kind of wild, I ended up absolutely hip deep in a fandom I have loved for a really long time but avoided for a number of reasons. And I didn't just wade in slowly, no I dove right in and I'll admit I'm kind of having the time of my life. As can... probably seen by the sheer number of fics for that specific fandom that I've posted. I crossed the 75 fic marker this year! And I'm so close to the 100 fic marker that I'm vibrating. It feels big it feels like I've accomplished something.

In the new year I want to get better at interacting on my social media again. I want to post snippets and thoughts and ideas rather than just appearing for long enough to like. Drop the newest fic and disappearing into the void. I also, of course, look forward to writing (and finishing!) more projects. I've still got a lot sitting in wip land that I look forward to sharing with everyone.

I don't know what 2023 will hold but I'm thankful for all the support so far and I look forward to seeing where it brings me next year.

[percyjacksonfan3]

WIP Tag Game

I was tagged by my beloved @yourstrulytaaay. Thank you girly, I’m responding asap or else I know it will nag at me for weeks until I finally take the time for it.

 Rules: post 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 of it or tell them something about it!

I am embarrassed to say that many of these wip’s are still sitting in my files from last time I was tagged in this game, which was months (maybe years) ago. Last time I had something like 21 or 27 fics. This time... we shall see.

Luckily I title most fics with the ship name included somewhere, so the ships are pretty obvious for most, and the ones without are original ideas

5+1 Merthur (Merthur)

5 Times Chrissy and Eddie Gave Each Other Tattoos (Hellcheer/Edssy)

Barduil

Blair and Chuck

Book 2

Book Idea

Book

Brio

Cherik

Cymav

Do you believe in soulmates pt 2

Dwangela

Edssy Baby Fic

Edssy Runaway Bride

Ellie

Enchanted (Giselle and Robert)

Ineffable Husbands

Geraskier

Gigolas Letters

Hades x Persephone

Hangster Prequel

Hangster

i loved you, i thought you knew (Bagginshield)

Immortals

just take it all (with my love) (Drarry)

Kitty

Malec

Merthur Angst Week

Merthur

Mondler

Oh captain, let’s make a deal (Blackbonnet)

PoSally

Queen’s Game

Reputation Edssy

Swarkles

the quiet there that sang like a drum (Bagginshield and other Tolkienverse ships)

The shield is heavy on his arm (Percabeth)

Thomastair

Titanic AU (Drarry)

Upside Down AU (Hellcheer/ Edssy)

Yuma (Dan x Wade)

Merthur Time Travel fic with @yourstrulytaaay

A list of other fics with Tay in our Sick of Losing Soulmates verse (Merthur/Merlin)

So... yeah, this is insanity and obviously I really do need to work on these. I’ve written either full chapters or full scenes for each of these, it’s just that everything gets so long and I lose motivation and start something new... I vow to change this at some point in my life and get all of these written and out there, I swear I never forget about a fic and I have opened all of these and written a bit more in the past year, even if it’s just a few more words. Someday they’ll all be finished.

I tag anybody who wants to do this! Also please feel free to ask about any of these because maybe talking about them will get me motivated and in the mood to write for them again.

[spottedenchants]

1, 3, 9, and 24 for the end of year asks :3

Hellooooo :3

favorite fic you wrote this year

Like a Diamond to the Rough! I just- it's got a lot of parallels to both the campaign and early events in the series, it wraps up the 2.5 year angst really well, it hit me in the heart so many times... I really adore this one to pieces :3 also the title song is very fun :D

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

hhhhhh staying my hand and holding onto the stuff I haven't posted yet.....

instead, here is Horse. from chapter 2 of We Should Explore Other Things because it never fails to make me laugh xD

This, between he and Caleb, this is—has been—building into a bond of choice. Or, at least it feels as such; this is not complete chance, nor mere circumstance alone- they can actively claim it so. If their wade is mutual—it has seemed mutual, by all accounts both objective and otherwise—then it stands on its own as a grant of deserving. It is a diving of depths- a driving force, of sorts, capable of bearing the load of sentimental description. There is no need to put the cart before the horse. No need for a cart at all if it does not serve them. Would Caleb want a cart-? That line of thought only brings up complications right now. Back to basics, back to basics. Horse. Surely it can be that simple, yes?

9. longest wip of the year

Love I Know Just Like the Ocean aka Essek goes to Nicodranas!!

It's up to 14.5k now! somewhere aroundddd half finished, maybe, if my other longer fics are reference? can't really give a good estimate on it yet though

24. favorite fic you read this year

Mannnn that's hard to pick- so here's a handful in no particular order:

destructive interference by @atlasarcana

this one is Very Fun to read both technically and story-wise

my home in you by @vagabondfirelily

this one is full of so much quiet excitement and I melt just thinking about it 🥺 essek comes home

a promise, for the future by @quinn-of-aebradore (hi :3)

caleb and frumpkin in every iteration!!! ahh!! 🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓

a shape made by our hands by @saturdaysky

i'm always down for time shenanigans and this sweetly heart-aching one is no exception

Soft by @essekknits

caleb is soft!! this is a gentle celebration of such

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Thank youuuu for the ask :D

fanfic end of the year asks

[thatvixenchick]

Ten Random Lines

Rules: pick any ten of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people. tagged by @geekmom13

I used a randomizer to pick these. Mind the tags if you click.

Bucky Barnes is (not) a Bully Mr. Osborn sighed. “Listen, let’s cut to the chase. I don’t think that you’re a bad guy, and I need my data scientist back.”

Could You Stop? A soft click caught Peter’s attention. Looking up he saw a tube of lube in Wade’s hand. That was ominous. Peter was both afraid and anticipatory. He did and didn’t want to know what that would feel like. “I’ve never done it.” Peter blurted in a rush.

Have Your Cake or Eat It Peter chuckled. “Maybe try not scowling so much. Or just talking to To-Dad?” “He won’t talk to me.” Bucky all but scowled, but Peter was pretty sure it was supposed to be a pout. He tried not to snicker at it.

I’ll Cover You Wade groaned into Ellie’s super soft pillow. It smelled like her coconut shampoo. It made him crave a piña colada. He really needed a drink. “But what about the meeting?” he asked into a mouthful of fabric wrapped down feathers. “Don’t drool on my pillow or you’re buying me another one.”

Spidey-cat “It’s dirty. Smells bad. Smells like-” but Peter didn’t finish the sentence and instead just blushed while looking all the angrier. “The pee smell is not my fault this time!” Wade defended.

The Only One Who Knows Part of Peter truly hated himself for enjoying the praises as much as he did. It seemed childish and nonsensical. The rest of himself told that part to shove it and wallowed in the praise.

Deadly Sins: Vanity Perhaps he should have been afraid. These caresses, the occasional nip of sharp teeth, the hot, wet slide of a tongue, they were far too real. His imagination was, perhaps, tipping over into insanity.

Prehistorical Romance After all, stray thoughts just didn’t have enough room to take up residence when already filled to the brim with Tyrannosaurus-dick.

Felinae Puma Concolor “I mean, I get it if I’m not your type, but I’m a great lay. I’ll make it worth your time.” When Grant continued to panic, Nathaniel asked, “Never been with a guy before? One time doesn’t make you gay, promise.”

Phichit’s Great Ideas “Keep this shit in your room!” Yuri ranted. “Now, now,” Phichit soothed, laughter in his voice as he ran up to Yuri, a bunch of bags shoved into one hand. “We did it in the living room just the other day.” Yuri turned bright red. “Fuck all of you!” He spun on his toe and stomped off, shouting curses at the entire house. Phichit grinned at Emil and offered a thumbs up. “Good luck!”

The last one gets more lines because I adore that fic despite it having no new hits in years. lmao

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