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CREEP 3: You're just like an angel

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Lexie O’Brien) Book TRR

Synopsis: Drake is a hurt, angry teenager. After being rejected by Lexie, he spends two years bullying her until he discovers the horrible truth behind her rejection.

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In this chapter: Lexie gets to know more about the boy hiding behind the monster.

A/N: This is Lexie’s POV. We’ll be in Drake’s head in the following chapter.

A/N 2: Thank you to my beautiful prereader @burnsoslow

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Words: 5,108 🙈

WARNINGS: Parental abuse, domestic violence, toxic love, abuse, bullying.

THIS IS NOT YOUR USUAL MARSHMALLOW DRAKE. He was abandoned as a boy, he’s tortured and he doesn’t know how to express love.

This is a dark love story. If you think this might trigger you, PLEASE do not read it.

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LEXIE

Watching Drake put my duffel bag on the back of his motorcycle, my pulse is getting out of control on my neck. This is happening. I’m leaving home. I’m getting out, and I’m never coming back. And Drake Walker, my tormentor, is helping me. He actually defended me. The fact that I’m being helped by the person who called me a future trophy wife this morning makes this moment even more surreal. He’s had this tormented expression on his face for the last half an hour that’s stupidly making me want to hug him or make him feel better. For what, though? I don’t know. I don’t owe him anything, and still, I have this pressing need to wrap my arms around his neck and tell him everything will be okay.

When it comes to Drake, my emotions have never been truly logical. One second I hate him, and the next, I’m whispering his name in the darkness of my room, my fingers sawing against the wet cotton of my panties. My feelings for him are incredibly confusing…but I know asking him to back off was the right move. Even if I secretly miss his presence everywhere I turn. In my unstable world, there was something comforting about knowing he would always be there. Watching me. Hating me. Wanting me. That last part was never in doubt. He’s made that clear many times. That if I wanted, he would “give me a nice long hate-fuck in the back of his trailer.” And he’d always say, “No one has to know, baby,” in that deep, hoarse tone that keeps me up at night. Makes me shove my fingers down the front of my panties and struggle to breathe, sweating through my covers to an orgasm. I’m having those particularly sexual thoughts when he looks over at me, and I don’t quite manage to hide my lust. His movements slow, a dark eyebrow arching as he fixes on my mouth, my breasts. I’m a real hot mess right now. Beaten and bloody, but there’s no denying he’s still attracted. It’s always there in the rise and fall of his chest, the clicking of his jaw. The tenting of his jeans. How many times have I turned in class and—avoiding his gaze—locked eyes with his jeans instead? At least that’s one thing us poor fuckers have going for us. We know how to fuck.

Well, if I thought sympathy was a strange emotion regarding this boy, jealousy is even more confusing. Why should I care that he’s been with other girls? Obviously, he must have been with hundreds of girls to get good at sex. It’s none of my business, is it? I’m almost rid of him. And I don’t want to be jealous. Still, when he holds out his hand to help me onto the bike, I ignore it with a raise of my chin and climb on myself. You’re almost rid of him, Lexie. Get a ride and say goodbye. Unfortunately, I may have been a little overenthusiastic in asking to be taken to a motel. I’ve never been to one, but I know a credit card is required—and I don’t have one of those. Nor do I have enough cash in my wallet for more than one night. I need to figure out an alternative plan fast. Still looking damned tortured, Drake places his helmet on my head and gently buckles the chinstrap. Swallowing loud enough to hear over the passing cars. Helmetless, he brings the engine to life, the vibration so exhilarating; I wrap my arms around his middle on reflex.

I can feel taking a deep breath. “Lexie…” He can’t see me, so I give in to the impulse to press my cheek to his leather jacket, absorbing the warmth and his smell, earthy and so masculine.

“Yes?” Drake clears his throat, his voice even more profound. “My dad left me a cabin a few towns over. Near Portavira lake.” He pauses. “It’s very rustic, but I’ve been fixing it, so it’s clean, and it has a bed and some supplies. I could take you there. You’d be safe.”

It’s dangerous to start accepting more favors from him, but what choice do I have? My father made sure that I’m helpless. He did it with my mother and now me. Isolated us from everyone who might be a friend. I’ll accept his offer, but only because here and now, I promise myself I’ll find a way to help myself in the future. To leave my father and his house of horrors in the past. Maybe it can’t be done entirely alone. Maybe accepting help is the only option. That doesn’t mean I’m forgetting the way he treated me. Yes, I’m attracted to him but I also hate him. He’s made my life miserable for two years and I won’t let him --or myself, forget that. Maybe he’s hiding right now but I know Drake--as my father, has a monster underneath. His monster might not slap me or make me bleed but that doesn’t mean he’s not dangerous. Poisonous words can hurt as much as one well-delivered blow.

“Okay,” I say, feeling him relax. “Thanks.” I’ll accept his help for now and leave as soon as I can.

He responds by turning on the engine of the bike again. That’s when I hear my father yelling my name from the back door of the house. His hands are tied behind his back, and he’s limping, blood coming out his nose.

“Alexis Jade O’Brien! You get your ass back here right now, or you’ll never be allowed back! You’ll be dead to me!”

He has to be joking; he’s been dead to me since the first time he hit me. I look back at the pathetic old man with every ounce of rebellion I have. Baring my teeth, I give him the middle finger and dismiss him. Forever.

“Good girl,” Drake murmurs a second before driving away. I don’t look back a single time. We drive for half an hour. After twenty minutes on the highway, the trees grow denser and denser, the road deserted. We don’t pass a single car on the way to the cabin, which comforts me when I should be worried. Shouldn’t I? I can’t allow the last two years of em2otional battle to mean nothing. To melt away in the face of tonight’s act of kindness. I meant what I said. I need Drake to leave me alone. To release the hold he has on me. I’ve cut one negative force out of my life tonight. The last thing I need is a replacement. But as I grow tired against his strong back, his woody and manly scent lulling me, encouraging the trust he doesn’t deserve, I worry leaving him might be easier said than done. Especially when we arrive at the cabin, and he lifts me off the bike, cradling me to his chest like I’m made of crystal, a moment too long before settling me onto my feet. It’s hard giving up his warmth, but I push off his chest, creating distance between us. He watches me back away like I’m breaking his heart.

“There is a shower inside,” he says quietly. “You can finally get the, uh…” He blows a breath. “…the blood off.” The sun sets as we stand there. It’s nothing like the light of the night we kissed. This time it's brighter, more intense. It must be the higher elevation.

“You’re not hurting anywhere else?”

“I’ll be fine.” Why is he breathing so fast? “What’s wrong, Drake?”

“What’s wrong?” He fights through a humorless laugh, sliding his hand through his hair. “Where do I start? Most urgent is…I know you’re going to want me to leave you here alone, and I don’t think I can. Look, if you want to lock the doors, I’ll sleep outside on the ground, Lexie, but please don’t ask me to go.”

He’s right. I was going to tell him it’s OK to go back to his trailer. There was a convenience store with a payphone a mile down the road. If there is no working phone in the cabin, I can still make calls, if necessary. I’m not sure what my next move will be, now that I’ve run away from home. But I know I’ll never be able to think with a clear head as long as Drake is around, looking at me like that. “Drake…”

“It’s just that once I leave, I know that’s it. You’re going to shut me out again. And this time, it’ll be your choice.” He paces away, still raking his fingers through his hair. “I deserve to be cut off. Fuck, I know that. Believe me when I say I hate myself right now, but if there was something I could do to make up the last two years to you, even just a little—”

I shake my head. Nothing can make up for the two years I spent loving him while he tortured me. There will be nothing between us.

“I understand.” His fingers rake his hair one last time. “You can go in the cabin. I’ll sleep outside; that way, I’ll be sure your—father won’t be back.”

Despite myself and my better judgment, I worry about him. “Outside? It’s cold and dark; I can go to a motel.” At least for one night, I’ll figure out what I’ll do after tomorrow.

“No way. Look, I won’t be able to sleep anyway. Just go inside and try to rest; I’ll be fine. I’m used to it.”

Used to what? Sleeping outside? “Isn’t there a couch or something?”

He shakes his head. “The cabin was in ruins until six months ago when I started working on it. There’s only one bed, but there’s a rug next to the fireplace. Please don’t leave. I—I need to know you’re safe.”

I know Drake would never abuse me physically. I might be naïve, but I just know he would never do it. And as much as it’s difficult for me to understand why I feel safe with him here. Still, I have to be smart, my instincts tell me to trust him, but my instincts have been wrong about him before.

“Does the room lock?”

“It does with a bolt that can’t be opened from outside. But you’re safe with me, Lexie. I swear.”

It’s his miserable look that makes me decide. “Okay, if it locks, I can stay here.”

We go inside, and he leads me to his room. When my bag hits the floor next to his bed, I get even more nervous. I just left everything I know behind me and have no idea what’s coming next. School will be over in a few weeks, but I can graduate earlier, thanks to my credits. I’ll need a job, save some money, get an apartment and apply for college in Cordonia. It’s overwhelming.

I don’t want to cry in front of Drake. I don’t want to show him I feel weak, sad, and pathetic, but something inside of me suddenly breaks, and before I can’t do anything to stop it, I’m sobbing.

Drake is sitting on the bed in a second, and he’s pulling me into his lap, trying to calm me down. “Shh Lexie, it’s okay. Cry all you need to. I’m here. It’s okay,” he repeats in a litany as he rubs my shoulders, kisses my cheek, then my nose. Why do I feel so safe with him? Why, after everything he put me through, do I want to be here with him more than anywhere else?

“Let it all out, Lex. You’re so strong, baby.” He takes a cloth handkerchief from his pocket and uses it to gently clean my tears. The piece of fabric seems so incongruous in his rough hands that I can’t help but smile a little.

“Is this yours?”

He shrugs. “My dad collected them. After he died, my mom gave all his stuff away. This handkerchief is the only thing I have left of him. And this cabin.”

“I’m sorry, Drake. I don’t want to ruin it.”

He smiles. “Ruin it? Impossible. If anything, now it's even more special to me.”

The softness in his eyes looks so sincere it scares the hell out of me. I can’t let myself forget who Drake really is. I stand up from his lap and put my bag on the bed.

“I’m really tired; I’d better go to bed.”

“Okay … can I just look at your wounds?” he asks as he inspects my face. “You have some nasty cuts,” he adds, his fist clenching.

When I nod, he takes my hand and leads me to his bathroom. The room is as simple and modest as expected. Block walls, no tiles on the floor, no curtain on the shower, and an old toilet. A million years away from the white marble bathrooms in my house.

He follows my gaze and blushes. “I’m sorry. This is not what you’re used to. I—uhm, I’m slowly putting it together when I have time and some money. I’m good with my hands.” I look at said hands, and there’s no doubt he’s good with them. They look big and calloused. Capable and rough but so gentle with me. I want them all around my body. As if he had listened to my silent demand, he grabs me by my waist and sits me on the counter next to the sink. My legs part on instinct, and he puts himself between them. We don’t talk for two long minutes until he opens the faucet and wets a towel.

“I just got the water running this week; Come on.” Gently --almost reverently, he washes and cleans every cut, every injury. Softly he brushes his thumbs over my face. He doesn’t speak as he does, but there’s a tension between us. A raw feeling that has always been there.

“Tell me about yourself,” I blurt out, desperate to break the moment.

“There’s not much to say. Sorry, Lexie!” he exclaims when I wince. “Does this hurt?”

“A little. I. need a distraction. Why do you live alone? I know your dad is –uhm, gone, but where’s your mom?”

“Gone too.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Drake.”

“Don’t be. She was a bitch. She died in a car accident two years ago. She was living in Texas back then.”

“I don’t get it. Two years ago, you were here in Cordonia.”

“Yeah, she left me after my dad died. Took my sister and left me here. Reminded her too much of my dad, she said.”

I remember Jackson Walker. Everyone in Portavira does. He was Liam’s dad's bodyguard and died protecting him. But that was five years ago. If his mom left just after his passing, that means Drake has been living by himself since he’s thirteen years old. It can’t be.

Drake turns around and opens a box in the corner of the room. When he turns back, he’s holding a Band-Aid.

“I keep these around. Construction can get nasty sometimes. Come here, Lex.” He cups my chin with one of his big hands while he cleans a cut next to my eyebrow. His touch is leaving goosebumps all over my skin. I hate to be this affected by him.

I clear my throat to avoid the embarrassment of talking in a squeaky voice. “So, who were you living with?”

“No one. My aunt got custody when my mom left, but her husband didn’t want kids. He made her choose between him or me, so I’ve been living on my own since I’m thirteen.” My heart breaks then. Not only at the fact that he had to live by himself when he was still a child, but at the way he says it. Matter-of-factly. As if it was the most normal thing in the world that his mother, his aunt, and his uncle abandoned him. As horrible as my dad is, I’ve never had to fend for myself. And my mom loved me so much. If cancer hadn’t taken her away, she’d be here fighting for me. Drake has no one. I can’t help the tears glistening in my eyes. “Hey! Don’t cry, Lexie,” his thumb moves from my eyebrow to my cheek as he wipes the tears off my face. ”I prefer to live by myself than go to a foster house. And Leona checks on me now and then.”

“If your mom died, where’s your sister?”

He takes a deep breath but doesn’t pronounce a single word for a few minutes. Finally, he clears his throat and speaks. “Savvy was with my mom in the car. She died too.”

I want to say something. Anything. But I can’t. Nothing seems like enough. Sorry is such an empty word—a stupid cliché. I’m horrified at my own muteness, so I do the only thing I can think of. I hug him. At first, he just stands there, his arms hanging at his sides. But soon, I can feel him giving in, his heart beating hard against my chest. He encircles his arms around me, wrapping me in the tightest hug possible. I don’t know who’s comforting whom anymore. I only know that I love being here, and I hope it’s giving him a little solace, this hug.

It doesn’t mean I’ll forgive or even forget what he put me through, but no one deserves to go through that kind of pain alone.

“I’ll be outside, Lexie,” he says when he finally lets me go. “If you need anything, anything at all, just call for me, okay?”

“Wait!’ I yell, so he turns around. “Are you really going to sleep on the floor?”

He shrugs. “I don’t mind. I just want to make sure you’re safe,” he hesitates as if he’s going to add something important. “Good night, Lexie.”

“Wait,” I feel my cheeks redden just thinking about what I’m about to propose. “You can sleep here, I-I know you won’t hurt me.”

“Never,” he says, a determined look on his face. “I would never hurt you that way, and you have no idea how much I regret how I’ve treated you in the past. But I’ll be okay sleeping outside. I know you’ll feel better sleeping here by yourself.”

I can’t deny that. I meant what I said about trusting him not to hurt me, but I can’t forget what he did either. “At least take this pillow and the blanket. I’ll manage with the pillow and the cover left.” He hesitates, so I insist. “Please. I won’t be able to sleep otherwise.”

After taking them and giving me one of the saddest smiles I’ve ever seen, he closes the door behind him and leaves me alone in the room. I lie on his bed, incapable of sleeping. The pain in his eyes when he told me about his little sister haunts me all night long.

The following day I toss around in bed, confused and angry at myself. I can’t have feelings for Drake Walker. I can’t forget the insults or the anger in his eyes, the hurt that his words caused me every -single time. I just can’t. I hate what happened to him. I genuinely do, but iI have to think about myself. Denying that I’m attracted to him would be preposterous. Our chemistry is strong and undeniable, and it doesn’t seem to be going anywhere. Maybe that’s it. Perhaps I just need one night with him, so I can move on with my life. Get him out of my system.

When I finally leave the bed, I find a note under my door: Went to buy some groceries, be back soon. DW

I go to the room where I assume he’s going to build the kitchen. For now, there’s only a more-than-a-few-years-old microwave and a cooler. I open the cabinets, but there’s barely anything there.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door. I feel my heart slamming in my chest; if it’s my father, I have no means of defending myself. I’m about to escape through the back door when a woman’s voice starts yelling.

“Open up, Drake. I’m not in the mood today.”

I open the door because the voice sounds familiar. I recognize Leona, the principal’s assistant. And I know she’s related to Drake.

Leona arches an eyebrow when she sees me. “Ms. O’Brien, what on earth are you in my nephew’s cabin? Does your father even know where you are?”

“I’m 18. I don’t have to tell my father where I am.” I answer in a much bolder tone than I feel.

She shrugs, clearly uninterested. “Well, I brought this to my nephew. Tell him I want those signed by next week. We’re not going to lose thousands of euros because of some dumb nostalgia.”

She hands me a big manila folder, I take it, but she doesn’t let go. “Maybe you’re the one who can convince him.”

“Convince him about what?”

“His father Jackson left him this piece of land, but it isn’t worth a dime without cattle or money to invest in it. But, a couple of months ago a big company approached us, they wanted to build a landfill here. Drake refuses to sell. He thinks he’s going to honor his dead father by rebuilding this old piece of crap, but he will never have the money to do it.”

“Never.” The deep voice that comes from the entrance startles us both. “This was my dad’s dream. He wanted a ranch, and one day this place will be one,” Drake says, “I told you already, Leona. I won’t sell; I don’t care how much they’re offering you to convince me.”

“I’ve never denied that they’re offering me a commission for the sale, Drake. But I still think it’s the best move for you.” Leona leaves the papers on the table, turns and leaves the cabin.

“You love this land?” I’m genuinely curious.

He slowly nods. “It’s all I have left of my dad. He’s the only person that ever gave two damns about me.”

“That says more about your family than about you, Drake.”

He looks directly at me. His gaze doesn’t leave mine for a long minute. I want to get closer to him, to touch him. Not only to offer some comfort but because my body reacts to him in the wildest way. Just standing next to him in the kitchen, I feel my heart beating faster, my hands trembling harder, my sex getting wetter. The response he gets from me is maddening. And it’s making me insane. There’s no freaking way in hell; I’m going to have feelings for Drake Walker.

“I- I need to take a shower. I’ll eat later.” Without giving him any time to respond, I run to the bathroom and shut the door. I open the shower and get inside, desperate for some release, anything that’ll take my mind off him. His stupid perfect smirk and deep eyes. That voice of his, intense, soft, and deep at the same time. Those big hands, calloused and capable. Hands that I just know would know precisely how to touch me. Before I realize it, I’m coming as quietly as I can. Sadly, my relief only lasts a few minutes, my body needs him --Drake Walker, and no substitute would do.

When I come out, he’s waiting for me with a hot cup of coffee and a couple of white chocolate-strawberry muffins---my favorite kind.

We eat in silence, but I don’t feel the weight of it as I usually do. Ours is a companionable silence.

After breakfast, we decide to take a hike next to the lake. A bit of exercise and the lake’s breathtaking landscape might be exactly what I need to stop thinking about my father and the confusing feelings I have for Drake.

“I think I need a job. Do you know how I can get one?” I hate that I’m so spoiled, but I’ve never lifted a finger in my life. I have no idea how I can get a job.

“Uhm sure. Here in Portavira?”

“Actually, I was thinking of moving to Cordonia city after graduation. “Drake stops walking for a second. “It’s too late to enroll for next semester, but I can get a job and start college next year.”

He finally starts walking again and nods slowly. “What do you want to do?”

I blush. My dreams don’t include being famous or rich. All I want is a good, quiet life. Falling in love, having a family. Doing a job I’d enjoy and traveling as much as possible -even if it’s on a low budget. “You’ll think it’s dumb.”

Drake looks at me. “I swear I won’t, Lexie. There’s nothing you can say that I’ll find dumb. It’s just not possible.”

“I love books. They offer you new worlds. They allow you to escape and be someone else for a few pages. You can never be alone when you’re reading a book. I’d love to have a job where I would be surrounded by books. Maybe become a librarian and then open a bookstore one day.”

Drake nods but doesn’t reply. I knew he would find my dream stupid.

“I know it’s not much-“

He stands in front of me and tilts my chin until our eyes meet. “It’s amazing, Lexie. I was just thinking how great you’d be at it. Remember the top 5 assignment for Mr. Daniels?”

Of course, I do. Mr. Daniels, our English teacher, asked us to make a list of our five favorite books and recommend them to the class.

I nod. “Yeah”

“Well, I read all the books on your list. I checked them out of the school’s library and fuck, I loved them all. Especially the one from that Krakauer guy.”

“Into the Wild?”

“Yep. I really enjoyed it. The way that guy Christopher reinvented himself spoke to me.” He holds my gaze. “You’d be an awesome librarian, Lex. You would also be an amazing writer. I remember that short story you wrote for Mr. Daniel’s class. The one about the lonely girl and how she traveled through time with her mind. You have no idea how much I loved it.”

I can’t believe he remembers that story. We had that assignment more than a year ago. “I’ve always wanted to write, but my dad thinks my stories aren’t good enough.”

“Your father is a dick. Your stories are amazing.”

He looks at me in a way that makes my knees weak. The intensity in his eyes is overwhelming, so I feel it again. The connection with him. The desire. Maybe the only way this would go away is if I give in to it.

“There is something you can do for me,” I say, surprising myself. As soon as those two words are out of my mouth, though, I know there is something I need from Drake.

And he’s the only one who can give it to me. “Get you out of my system.”

He stands still as a statue. “What?”

“Get yourself out of my system.” It starts to rain, and it makes me speak louder, feel bolder and freer. “For two years, you provoked me, insulted me, stalked me, bullied me…” He makes a frantic sound, his eyes slamming shut. “And yet, I still—I still can’t stop thinking of your hands that night in my garden. How big and warm and rough they were. I can’t stop imagining you taking off my clothes. Even the ugliest things you’ve said to me, I imagine you saying them in my ear while you…while we…”

Drake falls toward me a step, clutching the center of his chest. “Lexie—”

“Please, get yourself out of my head. One night together. Okay, Drake? So I can get on with my life knowing fantasy was way better than reality. That I built up some unrealistic idea of what we’d be like together that we can’t possibly live up to.” My throat closes. “Get me on the road to forgetting you. Please.” As we walk, I can see the mixture of devastation and hope in his eyes.

“And what if reality lives up to the fantasy?”

“It won’t,” I say fast, with conviction. It couldn’t possibly live up to it. And yet I suck in a nervous breath when he crosses the divide between us, every cell in my body craving him. Fight or flight. In a matter of moments, he’s gone from wounded animal to determined predator, the rain causing his dark hair to hang low over one eye, dripping, his hands ready at his sides.

“Are you so sure, Lexie?”

Damn my hesitation. “Yes,” I whisper. “You’ll prove me right in one night. I can move forward without feeling like I’m leaving something behind.”

“What if your fantasies come true tonight? Could we ever move forward as…as an us?”

I can’t believe what he’s suggesting. “There can never be an us, Drake. Not after everything that’s happened. I’ll never change my mind about that.” I shake my head. “How can you think I would?”

“Maybe I think if I want it hard enough, it’ll come true.”

“It won’t,” I whisper, starting to ask myself if I’m making a mistake. Opening myself up for even more heartache and pinning for this man than I’ve already lived through. It feels like a lifetime’s worth. “One n-night.”

“No backing out from this point on?” My heart beats urgently.

“No backing out.”

He’s silent so long; I’m not sure he’s going to respond. And then, all at once, he reaches me in two strides and scoops me up into his arms. I realize he’s going to bring me into the cabin, “I’ve been studying you for years, Lexie O’Brien. I’ve been hanging on to your every sigh, every expression, and mood. Years. If you don’t think I’ve obsessed weeks of my life away over how you’d like to be fucked, baby, you’re sorely mistaken.” We reach the house in a matter of minutes, and he doesn’t stop; he just keeps going until we’re in his room. And oh God, I have made a severe miscalculation. Because Drake’s showing me exactly what’s always been in my heart and mind when I thought of us together, it’s my fantasy come to life, the two of us wrapped in the arms of the other. And as he turns me, urging my legs around his waist, his ravenous mouth bearing down on mine, I realize I might never recover from this.

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2021 OPH Content List

For some reason unbeknownst to me I was possessed to compile all of the official™ open heart content I have created this year.

It’s a lot (157 pieces). An embarrassing amount, really. But I’m happy with it all nevertheless. Odette, Becca, Hannah, Ethan, Bryce, Love and all the other HC characters I’ve created are my babies and my mind is richer for knowing them. I’m not very good at talking about things important to me, so I’m just... not going to do it.

Anyway! Have fun scrolling 😊

January

Drabbles

Tender (Ethan x Becca)

Bossypants (Ethan x Becca)

Pre-View (FATL)

Fics

What If (Bryce x Hannah) ⭐

Unspoken Pleas (FATL)

The Conference (Part 9) (Ethan x Becca)

Time Bomb: IV. (Ethan x Becca)

HCs

Ethan’s Got a Daddy’s Girl (Ethan x Becca)

After the Balcony Scene in Miami (Ethan x Becca)

The Messy Route: 1.4 (Love Lao)

Edenbrook’s Charity Date Auction (Ethan x F!MC)

The Messy Route: 1.5 (Love Lao)

The Messy Route: 1.6 (Love Lao)

Ethan Discovers Becca’s Toys

The Messy Route: 1.7 (Love Lao)

The Messy Route: 1.8 (Love Lao)

Bryce x MC During the Time Jump

The Messy Route: 1.9 (Love Lao)

February

Drabbles

New Beginnings (FATL)

Fics

Hiccup (Bryce x Hannah)⭐

HCs

The Messy Route: 1.10 (Love Lao)

All My Stripper Friends (Ethan x F!MC)

Music & Secrets: Part 1 (Ethan x Odette)

The Messy Route: 1.12 (Love Lao)

The Messy Route: 1.13 (Love Lao)

The Messy Route: 1.14 (Love Lao)

Ethan After Louise (1994)

The Messy Route: 1.15 (Love Lao)

The Messy Route: 1.16 (Love Lao)

The Messy Route: 1.17 (Love Lao)

The Messy Route: 2.20 (Love Lao)

Their First ‘Date’ (Ethan x Becca)⭐

F!MC Finds Out Ethan’s Pansexual

March

Fics

Music & Secrets: Part 2 (Ethan x Odette)⭐

Porcelain (Ethan x Becca)

Not A Choice (Ethan x Becca x Bryce)⭐

Hurricane (Part 7) (Ethan x Becca)

HCs

Ethan Learns Who David Gandy Is

My OPH MCs

Ethan Masturbates to the Thought of Becca ♥

Bryce’s Bodycount

Gandy Meets Ethan Ramsey

April

Drabbles

It’s Happening (FATL)

Fics

Love Rubs (Ethan x Becca)

Flushed & Flutter (Ethan x Becca)

Mark My Words (Ethan x Odette)

Bookish (Ethan x Becca)

Runaway (Ethan x Becca x Bryce)

HCs

OPH LIs Using the 3.8 BDSM Outfit 🔥

Apartment AU (Ethan x F!OC)

Ethan & Becca Reveal How Many Sexual Partners They’ve Had: Part 1

Odette + Louise

On the subject of sex(ual partners): Part 2 (Ethan x Becca)

Bryce’s reaction to MC hanging out with her boy friends (Bryce x Becca)

May

Fics

The Conference (Part 10) (Ethan x Becca)⭐

Adagio (Ethan x Odette)

The Conference (Bonus POV) (Ethan x Becca)

Hurricane (Part 8) (Ethan x Becca)

Two in a Bed: Part 1 (Ethan x Odette)

Wet Thrill (Ethan x Odette)

Lost in Between: Telling Friends (Ethan x Becca)

Singin’ In The Bar (Ethan x Becca)

HCs

Hooking Up in a Supply Closet with The Boys

Becca Confesses Her Attraction towards Harper

Becca Brings Home A Stray

June

Drabbles

K.O (Ethan x Becca)

Abscond (Ethan x Becca)

On A Breeze (FATL)

Fics

Toccata (Ethan x Odette)

Godly Sins: 2. Echo of Nemesis (Ethan x Becca x Tobias)⭐

Just Two People: I. After (Ethan x Becca)⭐

Hurricane: Alternate Part 6 Scene (Ethan x Becca)

Two in a Bed: Part 2 (Ethan x Odette)

Hurricane: 9. Finale (Ethan x Becca)

HCs

Landry Applies for the DT Position (Ethan x Becca)

Love Lao Book 3 Recap

Ethan x MC’s Chat While Watching Baby Ethan

Ethan & Becca’s First Father’s Day

July

Fics

Poco a Poco (Ethan x Odette)

Just Two People: II. Meanwhile (Ethan x Becca)⭐

Godly Sins: 3. Parting Wrath of Hera (Ethan x Becca x Tobias)

Più (Ethan x Odette)

Just Two People: III. Later (Ethan x Becca)

Harmony (Ethan x Odette)

HCs

Ethan Confronts MC About Being Pictafamous

Ethan Unknowingly Dates a Former Pornstar

Tabitha the Pornstar

At a Glance: Becca & Ethan

At a Glance: Ethan x Odette

Rafael x MC During the Time Jump

Not Yet Wed: Round 1 (Ethan x Odette)

Family Values (Ethan x Becca)

OPH Boys Date a Former Pornstar

Early-Career Ethan Ramsey

Evading It All (Ethan x F!MC)

Anal Ramsey 🔥

August

Drabbles

First/Last Time Waking Up Together - E&B

First/Last Time Waking Up Together - ExO

Not It (Ethan x Lucia)

Collapse (Ethan x Becca)

Fics

Ritenuto (Ethan x Odette)

Major (Ethan x Odette)

Crescendo (Ethan x Odette)⭐

Rubato (Ethan x Odette)

Leitmotif (Ethan x Odette)

Lost In Between: II. Telling Bryce (Ethan x Becca)

HCs

OPH Days of Prompts: Relationship Stats

Ethan x Becca + Nigella

Becca’s Thoughts on the Fight Before Their Elopement

The Grandest Wedding in all of Edenbrook (Ethan x Becca)

Meet My MC: Odette Hall

Meet My MC: Rebecca Lao

Odette, Ethan & Attention

About Becca’s Past

About the Future: Odette Hall

A Bryce x MC Birthday

Ethan has a health scare

September

Drabbles

Small Moments (Ethan x Odette)

Liquid Courage (Ethan x Becca)

Fics

Parenthood (Ethan x Becca)

Capriccio (Ethan x Odette)

Natural (Ethan x Odette)

In Key (Ethan x Odette)

Again (Ethan x Becca) ⭐♥

Lento (Ethan x Odette)

Intonation (Ethan x Odette)

HCs

1.15💎 with Virgin MC (Ethan x Clare)

Post V-Day Breakup Make Up (Ethan x Becca)

Newlywed Game: Week 11 (Ethan x Odette)

Ethan Struggles to Write His New Book (Ethan x Becca)

Ok, Anti-Masker. (Ethan x Becca)

Meet The Exes (Ode x Ethan)

October

Drabbles

That Messy Vegas Threesome (Ethan x Becca x Bryce) ⭐🔥

Fics

L-O-V-E (Ethan x Becca)

Another Attending (Ethan x Becca x M!OC) ⭐

HCs

Meet the Exes (Becca x Ethan)

Ethan Finds Out He’s MC’s First: Part 1 (Ethan x Clare)

Ethan’s Daughter Dates Ethan Hudson

Maybe: Part 1 (Ethan x F!MC)

Ethan Catches His Son Watching Porn (Ethan x Becca)

Ethan Before Louise (1994)

November

Drabbles

Grass at the River (Ethan x Becca)

Fics

Da Capo (Ethan x Odette)

Snapshots of Time Spent Together (Ethan x Odette) ⭐

Dynamics (Ethan x Odette)

HCs

Ethan’s Son Experiments with Weed (Ethan x Becca)

Teenage Ethan

Becca x Ethan Study for her Boards

Ethan x Becca Watch 50 Shades of Grey

Alan & Naveen Find Out E&B Are Expecting

Maybe: Part 2 (Ethan x F!MC)

OPH Gang Surviving a Zombie Apocalypse

December

Drabbles

Ethan Dyes Becca’s Hair

Post-Sienna Walks in On Ethan & Becca

Fics

Photograph (Ethan x Becca)

HCs

Becca + Body Image

Alan x Naveen

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #look at all the stories i've acted out with my dolls!#open heart #choices open heart #open heart fanfics #ethan ramsey

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openheartfanfics · 3 years

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Newly Added Fics

June 6 -12

🎭 Angst | 🛸 AU | ☁ Fluff | ♥ NSFW | 📚 Series

Bryce x F!MC

Waiting - @storyofmychoices ☁ The moment Bryce and Olivia have been waiting for is finally here and they’re more nervous than they expected. [Wedding]

Ethan x F!MC

A New Direction - @chaoticchopshopheart 🩺🎭 Penelope has received a surprising offer from EdenBrook. She has also received an offer to be Co-Head of the Diagnostic Team from New York Presbyterian. [3.16; Post-ending]

A Quick Visit - @yanawillow ☁ Ethan drops by at Anastasia’s apartment with some comfort food for her and her friends the day before her board exams. [3.14]

Alternate Ending - @jerzwriter ☁ Heartwarming ending Ethan fans deserve, but probably won't get. Starts right where we left of, Book 3, chapter 15. I think this is a perfect ending, and I hope you enjoy it. [3.15]

Capital Letters - @helloayz ☁ Moments leading up to her last day of residency. [3.16]

Epilogue - @liaromancewriter 🩺☁ Three months after deciding to lead the Diagnostics Team at Edenbrook, Cassie Valentine comes into her own. This is my version of how chapter 16 should have ended. [Post-ending]

Everything - @lem-20 🩺♥ Ethan and MC spend the night at his apartment after his love confession. 3.16 missing scene [3.16; Post-ending]

Godly Sins - @utterlyinevitable 📚 [mini: wip] Ethan’s still pissed at Becca for her Tobias stint when he was in the Amazon. What happens when the narcissist joins the team? Feat. Ethan x F!MC x Tobias [Angst; Broke Up; Ethan’s POV; Fighting; 3.4]

II. Echo of Nemesis

GOOD AS GOLD - @vi-writes-stuff ♥ The events before and after their impromptu date night. Set between book 2 and 3. Sequel to All I’ve Ever Known

Happier - @kat-tia801 🩺🎭 A year after the events in Open Heart 3, Ethan laments what could have been. [Post-Ending; Break Up]

Impressions & Declarations - @bex-la-get 📚 [extended: wip] Book 3 rewrite.

Part 2

K.O - @utterlyinevitable ☁ An awkward encounter at CVS, but Ethan’s got her back. 18. “Who knocked you up?!” “That would be me. Hi, nice to meet you.” [Pregnancy; Protective]

Late Night Talks - @theinvisibledreamergirl ☁ When MC feels insecure about board’s exams Ethan does a wicked little plan to get her to sleep. [3.14; Hurt/Comfort]

No More “I Love You”s - @dr-colossal-pita 🩺🎭 Some things are better left unsaid. [3.16, Gender-Neutral]

Old Foe - @potionsprefect 🩺🎭 The news that Edenbrook has a new leader for their diagnostic team sweeps through Mass Kenmore [Post-Ending]

On Second Thought... - @cryomyst 🩺☁ A conversation over dinner about Naveen's offer. [Post-ending; 3.16]

Past Tense - @chaoticchopshopheart 🩺♥ Jealous Ethan. Ricky’s best friend from Harvard Law has always had a crush on Penelope. They dated casually for a few years. [Post 3.16; Jealousy]

Power Couple - @headoverheelsforramsey 🩺☁ The morning of Ethan and Meera’s first day as a power couple in the hospital. [Post-ending]

Sunshine & Sea - @potionsprefect ☁ Victoria and Ethan head away before they start their new roles [Vacation]

The Boards - @chaoticchopshopheart ☁ It’s the morning of Penelope’s boards and she is tense. Ethan comforts her and drives her to the exam hall. [3.14]

The Fix It Series - @gryffindordaughterofathena 🩺📚 [extended: wip] A fix it series where I try to fix the inconsistencies through out books two and three, by omitting certain plots and adding a few others.

1. The Reset

The Missing Pieces - @bex-la-get 📚 [extended: completed]

A group of stories that fill in the gaps in OPH2, starting from after the attack and ending at the Edenbrook shutdown. [Hurt/Comfort]

Worldwide - @helloayz 🩺🎭 She decided to leave Boston and go back home. [Post-ending]

Your Love Is Killing Me - @headoverheelsforramsey 📚 [mini: complete] A canon divergent take on the emotions Ethan and Meera face on returning from Miami, and what happens when Meera faints in the hospital atrium. [1.10; Miami]

Part 1 | Finale

Love Triangle

Delaying the Inevitable - @jerzwriter 📚 [extended: wip] Ethan/Casey/Tobias love triangle.

Chapter 1: Inevitable | Chapter 2: Spreading the News | Chapter 3: Confident Insecurities

Chapter 4: Play Hard | Chapter 5: Memorial Day

II. Echo of Nemesis

Tobias x F!MC

II. Echo of Nemesis

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johobi · 4 years

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1k drabble commissions to raise money for Black Lives Matter.

Morning all. I’m still recovering from exam burnout but while I was tossing and turning trying to sleep, I decided I want to help more. My financial situation is crap at the moment and has limited what I can give. So I would like to give more by offering three 1k drabble slots, with the proceeds going to the BLM movement. I have two weeks before I start work again so I want to capitalise on that time.

Each drabble will be $30 USD. Which I think is fair, given the cause. Obviously if it were for my personal monetary gain, it would be lower. You will receive at least 1k words, likely a bit more. Drabble requests will be randomly chosen unless you want to donate more, in which case the top 3 highest pledges will guarantee themselves a slot.

All original prompts accepted besides obviously harmful or disturbing content. We can negotiate. Reader x Member or Member x Member fics are A-OK. Additionally, you can request a drabble based in my already-established universes as long as it doesn’t:

📌interfere with my plans for the universe

📌force characters OOC

📌invalidate canon

📌require me to create a new MC

Drabble requests based in those universes will need to be a lot less specific, effectively handing me creative control, but you can request things like:

✅ scenes involving canon pairings doing in-character things

✅ smut snippets between canon pairings

✅ time jumps/flashbacks that don’t spoil the ongoing story

✅ side character focuses

✅ alternate POV of already-published events

✅ smut/flirting/romantic dialogue scenes between the MC and characters that aren’t their main love interest, where the relationship is not (yet) exclusive, including flashbacks (e.g. Dig Deep’s MC//other Iluoli crew, WYLEI’s MC and Yoongi back when they were experimenting, WYLEI’s college bf Namjoon etc.)

All prompts will be published on this blog. I will pick and write each prompt in sequence. I will accept requests for 3 days from the time of this post (June 1st) and go from there.

Just to be clear: you don’t need to donate (unless you want to! 😘) if your request isn’t chosen. This isn’t a raffle. You only need pay if I agree to write your prompt.

Please contact me via ask, DM, or by replying to this post to register your interest, with the basic outline of your prompt. We can talk more in-depth on KakaoTalk or Twitter DMs too if you need to go into lots of detail. I will get back to you about your request after submissions are closed. Thank you!

#1k commissions

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seijorhi · 3 years

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asks :))

i’m bad at answering things :)) whoops.

ughhhh your writing is actually immaculate, you know?? like not only are your scenarios always hot and well characterized, but the writing itself is so. on. point. like the grammar/word choice/sentence structure and variety and i hate to sound like a english teacher but when an x reader does all that right... it just hits different idkkk - @gingersnaaps

HI I LOVE YOU THIS IS SUPER FUCKING SWEET <33

Ok but imagine how awkward it is to be shoved into that room with the rest of Seijoh mannn what was the conversation lol

very, very awkward. but considering the wide eyed, confused and slightly terrified look on the reader’s face and how fucking pissed off mad dog was, it wasn’t too hard for them to connect the dots lmao.

Rhi ill be honest, all day i have thought about your kyoutani taking me home afterwards and trying to help me feel better with all the bruises i know he left and then judt fast forwarding to me being his perfect wife that adores him with her whole being so, thank you <3

i mean... yeah. if that’s the scenario/ending you wanna imagine go for it bby! haha, but thank you!

FIRST OFFFF your kyoutani fic is *chef’s kiss* i swear you never miss. now i didn’t fuck with that tennis ball mfer before, but after reading that fic— whewww officially a kyoutani simp

and second. what’s that drabble/teaser of the mc being “stuck between her husband oikawa, iwa, and a hungry young kageyama with something to prove”?? somebody pls provide the link👀

i can’t find it :(( but tbh it was like two sentences from memory, you’re not missing out on much. but yeah, kyoutani supremacy!

Omg thank you for writing Rabid!

I love Kyoutani and I feel like he’s super underrated especially in the fanfic part of the Haikyuu fandom. You wrote a masterpiece, it was wonderful! 🥺💕

You made me love Kyoutani more 😎

ahh thank you, nonnie!! kyoutani needs more love <33

whaaaa can we get the link to that drabble with oikawa, iwa, and kags pls?🥺

it’s not an actual drabble, more just me rambling and bby i tried to find it but i couldn’t :(( sorry!!

poly seijoh yakuza.......... those words have sparked such a strong emotion in me thank you

it’s just very sexy y’know?

You’re just so talented and I hope u really know that and don’t just accept compliments but internalize them because holy fuck your writing is amazing every time even for characters I’ve never cared for in the past

dear nonnie, you now have my heart. please be gentle w it 🥺

Hdjejehehdjdh I'm living and dying for the soulmate Au's that you have. Just thank you so much for the delicious food!

ahh thank you, bby!! glad you like em :))

Heyy :3 I just read your Kuroo Story "Gift wrapped" (I love it!) and i wanted to ask if there is going to be a fourth part because there still are some open questions (like what bokuto did to our poor reader and I wanna see Kuroos reaction to it! *^*). But yeah, I love your writings and I can’t wait to read more of them :)

you want a part 4?? from me?? who has to be bullied into writing part 2′s?? lmao sorry to disappoint bby but i don’t think i’m gonna write more for that fic, even if it is one of my faves. but i’m glad you liked it!!

Hey rhi!! Hope you’re doing well🌹🌹 would you ever consider doing a alternate POV for Like Nobody Else? I’m dying to know the details of what iawioi were thinking and what thoughts were running through their head as they slowly piece together that y/n is their soulmate 🥺🤩🤩 I love reading from the yandere pov it gives me butterflies 🦋✨ and ofc your writing gives me butterflies as well 🦋

have i thought about it? yes. did i try to write a lil something for you? also yes but it was bad and so i didn’t because i don’t wanna throw crap writing up onto my page for the sake of it. maybe one day? it wouldn’t be a full fic if anything just maybe a little drabble

Always and Inescapable are too much for my heart to take but I love it 💯 do you have a tag list? If so may I be added?

i do not because tag lists take forever, half the time they don’t work and usually i’m posting barely awake at 3am in the morning so it’s not a fun experience, sorry. but thank you!!

#whoops #just gonna pretend i haven't neglected my inbox for 3 days #my bad #rhi answers 💕

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deputy-sarah-sux · 5 years

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can i be a psycho and your worst nightmare by asking ALL the writers asks?

You are a demon omg. I love it though this was so much fun to do.Since you didn’t specify fic specifically for some of these questions I’m just gonna write about The Devil Has Come for all of the “in xxx fic” asks.

Answers are below since this is such a long ask :):):)

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction? 12/13 it was between 7th and 8th grade and it was all anime fanfiction

2) What fandoms do you write for and do you have a particular favourite if you write for more than one?Far Cry 5, RDR2, Assassin’s Creed, DC, Marvel, Fallout, Skyrim, Preacher. Far Cry 5 is definitely my favorite to write for though

3) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.Personally, I prefer OC’s, with OC’s I can build their character, give them a personality and growth. I like shaping the character as the world changes based on their actions

4) What is your favourite genre to write for?Action or romance unless I totally misread that question

5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi-chaptered stories, which would it be and why?The Devil Has Come!!! It was my first in the Far Cry fandom and it’s my baby. I love all the characters and the world that I’m building. It’s got action, romance, some twists, it’s exciting

6) If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why?If we’re talking things that I’m currently writing and enjoy writing then I guess Bridges only because it’s the same characters as TDHC just in an AU form so I’d survive without it.

7) When is your preferred time to write?Night, 10pm on basically.

8) Where do you take your inspiration from?Everywhere really? TV shows, movies, video games, other fics

9) In your xxx fic, what’s your favourite scene that you wrote?So far my favorite scene that I wrote in TDHC that has been published was either the confrontation with Rook in Chapter 11 or Jacob finding Sarah in the hotel in Chapter 8. They were both really fun to write.

10) In your xxx fic, why did you decide to end it like that? Did you have an alternate ending in mind?Well it hasn’t been ended yet, but there were two possible endings that I was originally considering. I’m not saying much more other than the ending that I went with is gonna hurt me when I eventually get to it.

11) Have you ever amended a story due to criticisms you’ve received after posting it?Not after posting but I have amended stories due to criticisms. If I’m a bit worried about a particular scene I’ll share the doc with my best lady @farcryfuckmeup and get her opinion. She usually points out things that aren’t great and I go from there. She’s the closet thing to a beta reader that I have.

12) Who is your favourite character to write for? Why?Sarah!!! She’s my best girl and I love her personality and attitude. In terms of canon characters though I’ve been writing some stuff from Arthur Morgan’s pov and that’s been really fun too. I really love playing around with his sense of self and morality.

13) Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why?I don’t have one yet? We’ll see how the future plays out there. It might be Ethan Seed but I’ve never written stuff for him so I’m not 100% sure.

14) How did you come up with the title for the xxx? - You can ask about multiple stories.Almost every fic name is from a song. The Devil Has Come is from Blues Saraceno’s “The River”, Icarus is from Bastille’s “Icarus”, and I’m not sure where Bridges is from but I’m 90% sure it was a song. The series that TDHC and it’s connected stories are a part of is called Bottom of the River from Delta Rae’s “Bottom of the River”.

15) If you write OC’s, how do you decide on their names?I use name generators for modern characters or look up names with a specific meaning. If the character is from the past (ie cowboy times or pirate times) I look up names popular in that century. Sarah’s name I got by looking up popular names with religious meanings and Sarah was on the list.

16) How did you come up with the idea for xxx?I came up with the idea for TDHC by playing co-op with @farcryfuckmeup. It was originally supposed to be a crackfic based on the dumbshit we did in-game. Then in my desperation to pretend that the game didn’t end the way it ends I started coming up with ways it could have gone differently and thus my fic was born.

17) Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.I have so many wips! I’ll do a few because I’m in a sharing mood.Fallout 4 WIP: “‘You don’t even use power armor, why did you steal so many?’”RDR2 WIP: “Valentine was a crap town with crap people and even crappier whiskey. It was tiny and smelled like mud and horse shit and something else that she was pretty sure was vomit.”Another RDR2 WIP: “Trouble was the bastard was clingy apparently as he was hot on Arthur’s heel.”

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?Yes, a few. I got bored or I decided to focus on other things. I do intend to one day finish them but who knows

19) Are there any stories that you’ve written that you’d really love to do a sequel to?The Devil Has Come!!! I can’t wait to write a sequel and I haven’t even finished the current fic.

20) Are there any stories that you wished you’d ended differently?Sometimes I wish I’d written a follow up to my judge fic Joseph and his Judge. I’m not totally sure if I like how it ended.

21) Tell me about another writer(s) who you admire? What is it about them that you admire?@farcryfuckmeup first and foremost, she’s amazing. I also love gwennolmarie and OutlandishWhalesharks on Archive of Our Own.

22) Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it?My anime fics from middle school. It’s still posted and I won’t tell you what it’s called but every time I remember it a little part of me dies.

23) Do you prefer listening to music when you’re writing or do you need silence?Music mostly but it sometimes depends on the scene. For certain scenes I need silence but for the most part it’s music music music. I have playlists for all sorts of scene types.

24) How do you feel about writing smutty scenes?I love it, idk if I’m any good at it but I do like writing them.

25) Have you ever cried whilst writing a story?Yes, I’ve been writing some future parts of TDHC and I have cried a bit writing some of it.

26) Which part of your xxx fic was the hardest to write?The smut scene in Chapter 10 of TDHC, it was the first smut scene I’d ever published so I was really worried about that and kept rewriting it.

27) Do you make a general outline for your stories or do you just go with the flow?Bit of both I guess. There is a vague outline in my head but only for like the big events, everything in between is go with the flow shit.

28) What is something you wished you’d known before you started posting fanfiction?It’s not going to be an instant hit. When I first started posting works back in the day I was always so upset when I’d check the next day and see only like 12 people had read it.

29) Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?Icarus :( It’s only a baby fic and it’s in a mostly dead fandom but I love it.

30) In contrast to 29 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?No, I love all the attention my fics get.

31) Send me a fic recommendation and I’ll post it for my followers to see! (The asker is to send the rec not the answerer)I’m gonna recommend one myself. Since this is a Far Cry blog I’ll recommend a Far Cry fic: come a little closer by lowtides on AO3Also here’s a Fallout 4 fic that isn’t finished but I absolutely love: RAIDERHEAD by TaraTargaryen

32) Are any of your characters based on real people?No real people no. Thomas is a combination of a few fictional characters though.

33) What’s the biggest compliment you’ve gotten?I’ve gotten a few comments of analysis on chapters I’ve posted and honestly I love that so much. Nothing warms my heart more than seeing that someone not only read my fic but sat there and actually thought a lot about it.

34) What’s the harshest criticism you’ve gotten?Like I said before I haven’t gotten a lot of criticism, but I guess the harshest for me was when I was discussing a character that I had really started to like and my friend (who I was ranting at about him) asked me to honestly think about what he brings to the table. Like is he actually necessary or just a throwaway character that won’t bring much to the story? I ended up scrapping him and putting a nameless character in his place to fill a few of his scenes.

35) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?I share them with one (1) person and that person is my irl best friend @farcryfuckmeup. Everyone else has to wait until I post stuff I don’t want to spoil any big surprises.

36) Can you give us a spoiler for one of your WIP’s?It’s a chapter very far in the future for a fic I’m sure you can guess but I won’t outright say.“Against his better judgment, he reached out and grabbed the hysteric woman, tightening his grip against her struggling and pulling her into his lap. He wrapped her in a tight hug until she finally began to calm down, humming softly and running his fingers through blood-soaked hair.“

37) What’s the funniest story you’ve written?I haven’t written a lot of funny stuff. I mostly do angsty. But when I was in middle school a wrote a novel where I spent two paragraphs talking about my MC’s hair color and current outfit and I cackle every time I read it. 70 pages or pure cringe, it’s hilarious.

38) If you could collab with any other writer on here, who would it be? (Perhaps this question will inspire some collabs!) If you’re shy, don’t tag the blog, just name it.@farcryfuckmeup hmu bitch!also you @onl-you

39) Do you prefer first, second or third person?Third, every now and then I write in first but idk I just don’t like it much.

40) Do people know you write fanfiction?My close friends do

41) What’s you favourite minor character you’ve written?Thomas Moore, he’s a lot of fun to write for.

42) Song fic - What made you decide to use the song xxx for xxx.I don’t actually have any song fics in the traditional sense. I do however have some fics inspired by songs. I listen to music almost constantly, sometimes a song comes on that gives my fic vibes and I add it to my prompt playlist.

43) Has anyone ever guessed the plot twist of one of your fics before you posted it?@/farcryfuckmeup has but I don’t try too hard to keep secrets when she’s around

44) What is the last line you wrote?“John rolled his eyes and finished unbuttoning his shirt.”

45) What spurs you on during the writing process?This is cliche probably but the readers. I don’t want to leave someone waiting around for the next update forever. I also want to see how things play out myself so my own desire to see the finished product also helps.

46) I really loved your xxx fic. If you were ever to do a sequel, what do you think might happen in it?Again, going with TDHC for this. I am writing a sequel currently (I know it’s not done). It’s going to focus on a different character but Sarah will make appearances. I’m also working on a standalone sequel for her but that won’t be posted until the first sequel fic is complete.

47) Here’s a fic title - insert a made-up title. What would this story be about?I used a title generator: Hidden Midnight. It’s about a pair of idiots in love, one is a vampire so they can only meet at night and it’s very secretive. The human dies at the end.

48) What’s your favourite trope to write?Forced partnerships. I love it when two characters are forced into a partnership. One of them can’t fucking stand the other but slowly grows to like/love them in secret. If the chill one is in danger the annoyed one freaks the fuck out and does everything they can to get to their partner and afterwards claims they couldn’t care less what happened.

49) Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about?I don’t remember the name of it but I’m pretty sure it was a Supernatural fic. I think it was Destiel (don’t just middle school me) and a high school AU. I’m not 100% sure. It was either that or a Fairy Tail fic and I like to forget my anime days.

50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?Angst. I love fluff and smut but in the end, I always go back to angst. It’s so much fun and there are so many ways to do it.

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