#this is the closest i've ever gotten to writing smut

[spoofymcgee]

okay i posted the first part of my dw university au! no promises when the next bit will be up but i do think i'm quite funny and there are lesbians, and twelve gets kidnapped by thirteen to go eat a snack.

[mattsdolll]

𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 - 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 . . ୨୧

hockeyplayer!matt x quietgirl!reader

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 . . their entire lives they've always had a strong disliking towards eachother, what happens when matt makes her cry? i've never wrote anything like this so feel free to critique ! this is soo cliché😭 ib: august by chase atlantic. enemies to lovers, somewhat forced proximity ??,kinda angst, smut, mention of panic attacks, no use of y/n, p in v, unprotected sex.

this is my first time writing semi-angst & smut so this is kinda basic and i lowkey hate this fic but i love the concept of it. more work coming soon since i'm finally out of my tumblr slump & will be more active, in honor of me back in my chase atlantic phase..

"how do we expect to be anything when we don't try to be anything?"

2.8k words

enjoy🤍

year eleven was tough on everyone, matt especially. he had always struggled with school but with hockey and midterms he was stressed. next year was graduation & everybody had to take school very seriously in the hopes they'd pass. he had a couple of friends aside from his brothers, most who he didn't speak to much. nick and chris were the few people that were keeping him sane during this period of his life, he hated it. hockey was his escape, it let him get his pent up frustration out in a healthy way. you and matt had never gotten along, as pathetic as it sounded you were "rivals".

your relationship with matt was agnostic, for no particular reason there was just a strong disliking towards you on his end - or so you thought. you were too busy doing better things in your life. you could never pinpoint why but he just couldn't tolerate you. your entire lives he just seemed stand-offish about you. about a year and a half ago, everything changed for the worse. you had gotten into a massive argument over something trivial, your memories of the fight were vague. ever since then you had ignored him and he returned the favor. he had taken a liking to one of your closest friend and you had an issue with it, believing she deserved better, she did. you could almost hear the anger coursing through his veins as he screamed at you that night

"you can't just fucking do that! i liked her and you..you messed up everything! i wish you would just-" the brunettes words echoed through your head, he was furious, frustrated and deeply hurt, you couldn't see that at the time. you wondered if you were wrong in trying to protect your friend. you wondered if he had good morals. you wondered if you made a mistake, did you make him hate you?

you were suddenly snapped out of your thoughts, your teacher calling on you to present your assignment to the class, the eyes of your classmates staring into the back of your head as you made your way to the front of the dull room. you began your presentation, a lame low effort articulation of your view on mental health until you met his gaze. the brunettes eyes pierced through your soul, that look of pure concentration was bothering you, it was somewhat troublesome, he wanted you to mess up, he knew the eye contact would make you lose focus, you pathetically stammered over your words. you forced the rest of your speech out of your mouth, returning to your seat, he smirked to himself, his eyes following your body as you walked. you wanted to crawl into a hole and die, you hated public speaking or expressing your feelings vocally, it was something you'd struggled with as a child, he knew that.

it was a cold night in august, fall dawning upon the small town. the leaves slowly dying, sweaters being worn, pumpkin spice becoming the not so new trend. one of your close friends had offered you tickets to the game tonight, held at the school's ice rink. you were hesitant. she gave her ticket to you because she had gotten sick and didn't want to put the ticket to waste. you had no plans tonight, never mind getting ready to actually leave your bed. you took a hot shower, the scorching water streaming down your body. you blow dried your hair, straightening it and tying a low ponytail, lacing a black bow around the brunette locks. you threw on baggy jeans along with a black tank top, small silver hoop earrings and white sneakers, along with a black jacket draped over your arm. you drove to the venue with heavy eyes. you touched up your mascara and lip gloss in the mirror, the remnants of your makeup from earlier still evident on your face. you made your way into the school stadium, the cool breeze of the ice hitting your skin.

the game was somewhat boring to you, you had no idea what it meant to shoot or what dribbling was, but you tried to make the most of it. there he was, only a few meters away from you. the boy skated around the ice flawlessly, the void-like pit in your stomach felt full, your insides fluttering. you couldn't help but be impressed, you had never seen him play before, you never realized he was so good. he scored a few goals, the score was 7-5. his team was ahead, until the opposing team knocked matt out of the way, causing him to tumble over, falling on the ice. the crowd gasped, the opposing team scoring three points for their goal. matt hit his mouth against his helmet, blood leaking from his lips, he skated to the bench, cleaning up. you felt suspense building in your stomach, his appearance disheveled, hair scruffy, face sweaty, you couldn't help but think he looked..different. were you enjoying this?

apparently you were, you didn't exactly like matt, you just enjoyed watching the games, the games where he was the most important player, over and over and over..seeing him get so frustrated, it was like some kind of amusing pastime. after one of the many games you'd attended. during one of the mid-season games, his team on a winning streak. he had "finally" spotted you in the crowd while on the ice, he nearly choked on his spit, seeing you watching him play, he felt a sense of cockiness rush through him, the urge to win now unbearable. he needed to prove how good he was, but why? he scored the winning point, his team cheering and celebrating, his friends lifted him up over their heads. on their way to the locker rooms. you took in the familiar sight of his disheveled, ruined appearance, drinking in the sight. he caught you staring, however, a cocky grin spreading across the boys lips. you attempted to mask your embarrassment but it was too late, he kicked off his gear in the locker room, changing everything but that hockey jersey. the short sleeved top hung off his body perfectly, the color contrasting his eyes.

"stalking me now?" he teased, sitting next to you on the bleachers, the way he sat so confidently all of a sudden, not like his usual self, his demeanor was alluring, you had never felt this way about him until now. well maybe since last month. "i wasn't stalking you, i had nothing better to do tonight" you tried to protest, he simply chuckled. "yeah? and last week, the week before..and before.." he drawled cockily, he had seen you, every game, gawking at him. how could you not have noticed? "you don't talk much, hm? didn't get taught how to communicate growing up?" you went quiet, you hated talking, you were never allowed to growing up. you had developed this "don't talk unless spoken to" mindset and it carried on into your school career, resulting in you having little to no friends. it was a very touchy subject to you and you hated how badly it got to you.

matt was only teasing, trying to make a conversation until the tears brimming your eyes almost instantly made matts cocky grin disappear, his expression now evident with worry. you felt the familiar feeling of your throat closing up, your heart began to throb harder. you couldn't even mutter out a word, you got up and headed out in fear of breaking down in front of him, the last person on earth you'd want to look weak in front of. you settled on the grass by a small garden on the school grounds outside a now locked and empty classroom.

the second you took off matt knew he had made a mistake, he rushed after you, somehow losing you in the process. he found you eventually, sitting down with your knees to your chest, calming yourself down. and in that moment, he saw himself in you. he knew how it felt, the horror washing over you as the air deflated from your lungs, your throat tightening, he hated that feeling. he knew it all too well. he needed to provide you some sense of comfort, solace from his touch. he made his way to you and sat next to you, gently putting a hand on your shoulder. "hey..breathe, you're okay." he whispered reassuring words into your ear. you weren't having a full blown panic attack like you usually would, but this was still bad. you felt the feeling slowly ease out of your body, you felt like you could breathe again. "thats it..doing so good.." he whispered into your ear, stroking your arm. his words went straight to your core, something about the tone or the resonance of his voice in that moment did something to you, you felt your inner thighs become drenched, your heat beginning to ache.

"i'm so sorry, yeah? i didn't mean to make you cry tonight, or that night last year, i liked her, a lot. she never spoke to me or even looked at me, i just wanted her. i was right there but she was busy doing other things, she was everything to me, her smile, her teeth when she smiled, her hair..that haircut, the way it shaped her face..i..i was in love, okay? and i couldn't have her." he rambled out. the things he had described were some kind of literary illusion. this "girl" he was describing was nothing like the girl he so called wanted. this "girl" he was describing didn't resemble her at all actually. this "girl" was you.

all along, he wanted you. you never wanted him back, but you wanted him now. was it too late? did you miss your chance? did he still have feelings for you? why did he ignore you for a year? your thoughts rushed through your brain scatteredly as you tried to form a single word. he tilted your face towards his, seeing that panicked expression written on your face. he wiped the tears that stained your cheeks, trying to make it up to you. you gazed up into his eyes, noticing the different shades of blue and slight haze of grey in them. you noticed the tiny freckles on his face, so slight you could only see them under the moonlight, you noticed the way his curls fell over his forehead so perfectly as if sculpted in God's vision precisely. he was so perfect. you held eye contact for a few seconds, you wished you could, taste him, savor him. you batted your eyelashes at him, and that was all it took to drive him insane; your eyes. the specks of color in them were so beautiful.

he noticed the pleading look in your eyes, as if you were begging for him to do it. it did him in. the last bit of his conscience telling him to stop fell away, and all that was left was his urge to kiss you. he got a bit closer, his hands still resting on your face as he inched his face closer to yours. he tilted your jaw and pressed his swollen lips into yours. your eyes fluttered shut, giving into his touch. the kiss lasted for what felt like hours. he prodded his tongue against you, silently begging you to let him kiss you deeper, his hands finding their way to your jaw, eliciting a soft gasp from your lips. he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue massaging yours. you felt yourself gravitating back toward the grass, him laying you down gently. his hand cupped the back of your head before you hit the ground.

it felt like sweet relief, pain and pleasure coursing through your body. you felt like you were on fire from how desperate you were for him in that moment. he hovered over you, gently kissing you. you tugged his jersey, pulling him further into you. your nails scratched down his back, almost hard enough to draw blood, drawing a guttural moan from him. he looked down at you desperately, your eyes flicked from his eyes to his lips

"i want this"

you whispered softly, finally vocalizing your wants. a new experience to you, yet it felt perfect with him. he looked down at you for reassurance. "yeah? you want this, pretty?" he cooed softly, your pussy ached. you gave a weak nod for him, giving him permission to touch you. "i want this, please." he sucked and nipped at your neck, pressing against you more, his touch gentle but eager. you writhed underneath him, the sensations throughout your nerves becoming unbearable. "matt..do you want this?" he paused briefly, staring at your face. "yeah pretty, i want this, i want you." his lips latched onto yours, trailing hot open mouthed kisses along your neck. his hips subconsciously rolled against yours rhythmically.

you felt his now hard cock pressing against your thigh, causing you to moan softly. you couldn't describe how badly you wanted him, he wanted you just as much, he was just hesitant to take you right then and there, in the middle of a garden. he wanted it to be special, but his need was overlapping his thoughts. he kissed you once more before pulling away. "need to feel you, fuck- pretty..please?" the boy begged, you nearly salivated at the sight. you gave a quick nod to which he quickly took his shirt off, hooking his fingers under the loops in your jeans, tugging them down. you quickly pulled your shirt off as well. he slowly stripped you of your clothes, leaving yourself in nothing but underwear. he groaned at the image, tugging his own pants down, his hard dick slapping against his stomach. it wasn't huge, but it was definitely big. his cock twitched in his hand as he pumped it a few times, pre-cum leaking furiously from the reddened tip.

you watched him in pleasure as he slowly approached you, lifting your hips a little. "lift your hips f'me" he mumbled, holding you in place. he pulled your panties down slowly and teasingly, you winced as the cold air hit your pussy. he rubbed his tip up and down your folds, admiring you. "such a pretty girl, hm? all f'me.." you crumbled, whimpering pathetically. a small smirk tugged on his lips as he eased into you, stretching your walls out. you groaned at the burn, it was uncomfortable but felt so good. he pulled out halfway before gently thrusting his hips into you again, letting you adjust a little. "fuck, angel youre so tight..have you never been fucked before?" he mewled, feeling you clench around him. you shaked your head weakly, pulling a desperate moan from him. he gradually picked up his pace, his cock going deeper with each thrust.

your pain faded into pleasure, small gasps leaving your swollen lips, he watched your tits bounce with each thrust, finding it incredibly endearing. he leaned his lips down to your nipple, sucking at the flesh gently. you laced your fingers through his loose locks, tugging the curls. he loved it, moaning against your breast. a string of saliva left his lips as he pulled his face up to look at you, your fucked out expression causing his cock to twitch harder. he buried his nose into your neck, speeding up more. the sound of skin slapping echoed through the halls, he panted softly. "shit, angel..'m so close..gonna cum, can i cum inside you, baby?" he whispered into your ear, how could you deny him when he begged so sweetly? you nodded, threading your fingers in his hair, the knot in your stomach beginning to unwind.

his thrusts grew sloppy, his cock twitching desperately. your walls enveloped him deeper and deeper. you gripped his shoulders, a pathetic whimper fell from his lips as his orgasm washed over him like a wave. cum spurted from his tip, painting your insides. your orgasm soon washed over you as well, both your liquids mixing at some point in the process. he slowly and carefully pulled out, looking down at you nervously. "was that okay? did i do good?" your jaw almost fell open, how could he ask that? "matt..that was fucking amazing" you mumbled softly, drawing a smile from his lips. he giggled softly, collapsing on you. he was like a whole new person, you barely recognized him. "yeah? i did good?" he giggled. you smiled sleepily. "mhm, so good."

he planted a gentle kiss to your lips, brushing a strand of messy hair out of your face. "pretty" he whispered admiringly. "can i take you home?" you nodded a little. you couldn't believe your life. you just had sex with the guy who you thought hated you for nearly two years, then again, how could you expect to be anything when you don't try to be anything?

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tags !

@mattscoquette @blahbel668 @emely9274 @pearlzier @wompwomp-1

[paegei]

PROPOSALS - 95ers

how the 95 liners would propose (fem!reader)

warnings: brief mention of past sex, use of y/n (once), mainly female centric compliments, but can be read with gender neutral reader in mind.

a/n: first attempt at writing fluff,,, why is it so much harder to write than smut ??

seungcheol:

traditional man. takes you to an expensive restaurant, and buys you the best wine you've ever tasted. your friends and family are scattered secretly around the nearby tables, ready to witness / capture the beautiful moment.

today was a very special day. yours and seungcheol's five year anniversary. the fact you had been with him for only five years shocks you, as you can't remember your life before him.

he had been able to get a week off from his crazy schedule, which resulted in the two of you hoping on a plane to head to Paris.

tonight, the night of your anniversary, cheol had purchased a particular dress for you to wear, one that compliments his outfit will, and took you to one of the top rated restaurants near your hotel.

the night started out as it usually would, nothing out of the ordinary. you hadn't gotten tipsy, but the wine had given you a fuzzy feeling in your head, making you much more giggly, to your lovers pleasure.

around about an hour had passed, the two of you now sharing a slice of chocolate cake. seungcheol was staring at you the way he always does, eyes full of nothing but love and admiration. the had been a break in the conversation, cheol and you simply bathing in each others presence.

you take a quick glance around the room, until a noise draws your attention back to your soulmate.

he was now standing, spoon and glass in hand, smirking at you.

"sorry to interrupt everyones lovely dinner, but i have a very special announcement to make." he placed the items down, before turning to address the other patrons.

"today is me and my gorgeous girlfriends five year anniversary !"

the room had erupted into applause.

"but thats not the announcement i wanted to make."

he turns back to you, chuckling slightly at your confused face. god, could you get any cuter ?

"y/n. my darling. my love. five years have passed since i've been able to call you mine. five years of my life spent holding you in my arms. i never want that to end."

he drops on one knee, chuckling at the gasp you let out. he pulls the ring out, and as he does, the first tear rolls down your cheek.

"will you do me the honor, and spent the rest of your life in my arms ?" he is peering up at you, a look of confidence that you know he is using to mask his nerves.

you immediately hop to the ground with him, nodding silently while you sob. the flash of cameras all around you, as well as many cheers of congradulations.

as the two of you stand, you see you are surrounded by your closest loved ones. what a perfect way to end a perfect night.

jeonghan:

private beach at sunset. proposes in a gazebo while you look over at the sea. no doubt in my mind he writes "marry me" in the sand. chuckles at your tears even though he definitely is ugly crying too. has a picnic prepared afterwards.

one thing about you and jeonghan's relationship; you were homebodies. the two of you rarely felt the need to go out and about to feel a connection, majority of the time choosing to stay huddle up and nap together.

today, however, was one of those rare dares where hannie would drag you out of bed for a date. although you tried your hardest to convince him to just do what you usually do for dates (read: sleep.), here you were, in a flowery sundress, walking towards yours and jeonghan's "secret" spot.

the spot in question was a little opening on the beach, far away enough for what most people consider to be a walk. the two of you had found it early on in your relationship, and tested it's level of privacy with some good ol' sex.

you could tell something was off with him today. he seemed... cautious ? hannie ? cautious ? yeah right. he was extra fidgety, and kept checking his appearance before your trek. he was rushing to leave the house too.

turning the corner to find the place the two of you were very familiar with, there was so many unfamiliar things catching your eye. fairy lights had been scattered around, dangling down from the roof of the gazebo. candles had been placed neatly around the edges. a picnic blanket had been laid down on the floor, with a bouquet of flowers resting atop it.

you turned around, ready to ask jeonghan what was going on, when you spotted him on one knee, a nervous smile on his lips as he gazed up at you. you gasped, knees buckling, and jeonghan instinctively held his hand out to ground you.

he giggled at your shocked face. "hey love"

"han i swear to god-" your words were cut off by a sob, your breath hitching.

"'ts okay love. don't cry." his hand holding yours began to rub back and forth on the back of your palm.

"knowing you, being with you, loving you. it has been a dream come true for me. i never thought i would be able to experience the love people craved. i was okay with that thought. until i met you. i want to be with you for the rest of my days... i want to grow old with you. will you let me ?"

without saying anything, you jumped into his arms, sobbing into his shoulder while nodding. you could feel his own tears beginning to hit your skin. you pulled back, looking into his eyes, full of nothing but love and admiration. you were sure yours were conveying the same emotion.

your lips met in a passionate kiss, one the two of you would deem to be the best one you had shared, until your wedding day.

joshua:

balcony while on vacation. planned on asking you during dinner but chickened out. you were slow dancing while it rained, before his love for you overtook his brain, making him spontaneously propose then and there.

the night had been perfect. you see yourself thinking that thought every day that you spend in joshua's arms. but it's true. he brightens up every day of your life.

you had been worried at first. he seemed as though he had something on your mind during dinner. you were petrified you had done something to upset you, but he had assured you it had just been a long week. after his reassurance, the rest of the meal passed as usual, him returning to his charming self.

now, the two of you were found on the balcony of your hotel suite. despite the freezing temperatures the rain had caused, neither of you could find it in yourself to care. you were holding onto each other tightly, your head buried in josh's chest, as his chin rests atop your head. even though there was no music to be heard, the two of you continued your gentle swaying, the rhythm of the rain being the tempo you moved to. the silence was calming.

you felt his chin move from your head, before he pushed you back slightly, just enough to look down into your eyes. his eyes were sparkling, glistening, as per usual, but you soon noticed something else swimming in them. he had tears resting on his lash line, ready to fall at any moment.

concerned you reached up to cradle his face, asking what had bothered him.

"i just love you so much. more than you could ever imagine."

you open your mouth to return the sentiment, but his movement stops you. he pulls something out from his pants pocket, before dropping to one knee. he attempts to say the words he had practiced many times before, but the tightness of his throat stops him.

"i- i love you, y/n, so so much. will... will you marry-"

before he can finish his sentence, your lips crash onto his, the two of you silently sobbing into each others mouths. he breaks off the kiss with a chuckle.

"is that a yes ?" god, his smile could blind you.

"yes, you idiot" yet there was no malice found in your words. his hand comes up to you cheek, to steer you into another passion-filled kiss.

not proof-read ! lmk if there's any mistakes (づ￣ 3￣)づ

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

YKWIM

Satori Tendou x Female!Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst, Reader was really just trying to help Tendou through some rough times and Tendou snapped at her >:(, sad Tendou

Word Count: 2.7k

Author's Note: Hi everyone! I've noticed that everyone really liked the Tendou smut I posted a couple of days ago and I've been so happy to see the reblogs and likes that its gotten! I've been recovering from being sick for the past six days and I don't know why I'm on such a Satori kick lately! He's a huge comfort character for me I feel, so I wrote SO MANY fics for him. I'll post them all and then I'll move on from posts about him, I'm sorry😭 Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this angst! Feel free to send in an ask if you have a request or even just some feedback:)

Author's note pt.2: I listened to YKWIM by Yot Club while I was writing this, so you can tell why my title is the name of the song hehe lolol. I reccommend listening to it while you read, I find that it really adds on to the atmosphere at the beginning of this :)

~Mod Shoyo

“How long has Tendou-senpai been like this?” A worried Goshiki spoke up.

Semi sighed. “Since he snapped at Y/N the other day.”

Tendou looked like a mess. His normally spiked hair was disheveled and limp. The bags under his eyes got darker. (which mostly everyone thought was impossible) His ruby eyes were puffy and bloodshot. No one knew what to do or how to help him. But Tendou didn’t want any help. He just wanted his apology to be accepted finally so he can have her back. He needed her back.

“He snapped at Y/N?” Reon queried in disbelief. “Man, I wonder what got him so riled up,”

Goshiki looked at his upperclassman with teary eyes. He’d never seen Tendou look so dejected, so depressed. Tendou was always the morale booster. He was the teammate to make everyone feel better and to lift them up. But who was going to make him feel better?

Their middle blocker had lost his smile. 

Ushijima stared at Satori from the opposite side of the court. His eyes held the same monotone nature that most people assumed, but in reality, he was actually worried for his friend. Wakatoshi shifted his gaze to the left and noticed the rest of the players just staring at the guess blocker from afar. Nothing was going to change if someone didn’t at least try and help. As the player that Tendou was closest to, Ushijima took it upon himself to make the first move.

“Satori-san,” Tendou looked up, his eyes widening slightly when Ushijima stood in front of him. “You’re going to severely hurt your back if you keep slouching. You should get some rest.”

Tendou looked down at the floor and sniffled. Tears welled up in his eyes for the umpteenth time and fell onto the gym floor. Ushijima didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know how Tendou liked to be comforted in times like this. Hell, he’d never thought he would ever see him like this in the first place.

“Come on Satori, let’s get you some water.” Ushijima blurted out.

Tendou walked away with the ace of Shiratorizawa, sniffling and letting his sobs rack his shoulders a bit louder now. Once they made it to the vending machine closest to the gym, Ushijima pulled out some loose coins from the pocket of his jacket and paid for water. Tendou looked at his reflection in the glass of the machine and sighed.

“I made her cry Wakatoshi-kun,” Tendou admitted. He shut his eyes tightly and let out another sob. “I made her cry.”

Ushijima remained silent. “She was just trying to help and I made her cry.” While most figured the only thing that was ever on Ushijima’s mind was volleyball, he actually was very attentive to the ones close to him. Tendou being one of them.

He knew all about Y/N. Tendou liked to talk about her a lot. She was a manager for Karasuno, Ushijima had actually seen her in person and got introduced to her when they played Karasuno in a match. Tendou was on fire that day. He was trying so hard to impress Y/N, and while Ushijima could argue that she served as a distraction for the guess blocker, she actually fueled him to play his best. Everything about Y/N brought out the best in him, and Ushiwaka knew how much she meant to his friend. He felt horrible for him.

Tendou was in a slump. That was easy for Y/N to notice the second she walked into his dorm to visit him. Her eyes softened at the sight of her boyfriend looking so glum. She dropped everything she had brought with her right next to his door and rushed over to him.

“Tori, what’s the matter love?” She cooed, sitting next to him on his bed. Tendou just stayed quiet. This was worse than she thought. “Do you need anything?”

Tendou sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I need space.”

Y/N’s heart dropped to her stomach. “Sp-Space?” Did he just need a few minutes of alone time? Or did he need space away from her completely, from their relationship? Y/N tried to not let her overthinking get the best of her, but the way he phrased his answer really didn’t help that at all.

“What?” That’s all that she could muster up. Ask him to repeat himself; ask him for clarification. 

An annoyed growl left Tendou’s lips and he stood up from his bed. Y/N straightened her posture and jumped at how suddenly he moved away from her.

“Space! I need you to not breathe down my neck and ask me a million questions like you always do! I need you to leave me alone so I can sort through all the shit that's going on right now!”

Y/N was shocked. She was paralyzed and found it difficult to move her limbs. “T-Tendou whatever it is, I’m here for you! You’re not alone,”

“That’s the thing, Y/N.” Using her first name rather than the million pet names he had given her always did something to her. Hearing him use it in such a vain and angry tone was enough to make tears well up in her eyes. “You can’t just let me sort these out on my own. You always have to squeeze yourself into the midst of the problem and I just want five fucking minutes where you just shut the hell up and stop asking me so many fucking questions!”

He was yelling now. His voice was echoing throughout the room, even worse, his words were echoing in her mind. Did she really annoy him that much? Pester him with so many questions that he could never think straight? Did that mean he lied to her whenever he told her how much she’s helped him work through issues?

She’d never heard him so angry before. “Tendou, why didn’t you just tell me?” He scoffed and adorned a smile on his face despite his anger.

“Because I have a million other fucking things on my plate, Y/N. God for fucks sake, are you really that stupid?" Her heart stung with that one.

"That school in France I applied to? Rejected me. I haven’t heard back from any of the safety schools, I don’t have the money even with a scholarship to make it to my culinary school, and I can’t find any jobs right now that are gonna hire me in time to make the payment! The least of my worries right now is telling you that you ask me too many questions and fucking hound me like a lap dog trying to get answers and reassurance out of me!”

Y/N burst into tears, her sniffles now joining the sounds of his anguish. She wiped at her eyes vigorously (Something she did because she hated when people watched her cry).

 “Dear god, stop with the tears already.”

If looks could kill, Tendou would be gutted, sliding against the wall of his room drowning in his own blood. The tears burned as they slid down Y/N’s face. The second Satori finished his sentence, he saw her heart shatter right before his very eyes. He didn’t have the right mindset to calm down and realize what he had just done. His chest was heaving with anger, but the look on Y/N’s face was finally snapping him back to reality.

She couldn’t even bring herself to say another word. She simply stood up from his bed and went to the front of his door where she had dropped all of her things. She picked everything up off the floor and opened the door.

“I’m going home. I’ll give you your fucking space.” She choked out. 

She slammed the door to his room behind her and he could hear her footsteps retreating. He sank to the floor and brought his knees up to his chest, burying his face in his hands as he sobbed into his palms. His shoulders were racking with cries. He let out harsh screams into his hands and cursed at himself for hours. He fell asleep on the floor, phone in his hand. 

He was waiting for her to text him that she had made it to her house safely, but it never came.

Ushijima sighed. As the water fell into the crater at the bottom of the vending machine, his tall figure stooped down to grab it and hand it to Tendou. He popped the cap open for him and shoved it in front of his face.

“Drink this. It’ll help you calm down.”

Tendou let out a shaky sigh and took a sip from the bottle with quivering lips, even as he sipped on the drink, he was sniffling and tears were still gliding down his cheeks. The red head lowered the bottle and now just held the cold drink in his clammy hands.

“You need to apologize to Y/N.” Ushijima stated. “What you said really hurt her feelings and not apologizing is what’s keeping you like this.”

Tendou sniffled. “I can’t lose her Wakatoshi. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I- I let bad habits from my past push her away from me.”

A soft grunt left Ushijima. Tendou looked up at his best friend with a newfound respect. “Go apologize to her. That’s what will make her realize that she misses you as much as you do her.”

Ushijima went back into the gym and left Tendou by himself. The silence gave him the willpower to realize that Ushijima was right. He needed to show her that he’s been a mess ever since he made her cry and he needed to get her back.

Tendou was quickly on the next bus to Karasuno. He knew that she would be at the practice helping them. So would the entire team, but they were an obstacle he was willing to overcome to get to her. The bus hissed and the brakes squeaked as he rushed off. He dashed over to the Karasuno gym. His ears rang with the sounds of volleyballs hitting the waxed gym floor. He threw the door open and the sound alone was enough to get everyone’s attention.

Tendou bowed quickly. “I need to speak with Y/N,” He blurted out. “Please.”

Y/N looked at him with wide eyes.

“You have got a LOT of fucking nerve to show up here after what you did Satori,” Daichi scowled from across the gym.

“Coach,” Y/N bowed. “I’m so sorry for the interruption. May I be excused for just a couple minutes?”

Ukai turned and looked at Tendou. He couldn’t help but think about how much this kid looked like shit. Serves him right for being the reason Y/N showed up to practice so sad. Not even Ukai could bear to look at her looking the way she did.

“You let us know if you need some help, alright? I’ll send Noya and Tanaka out there if you need anything.”

Noya and Tanaka puffed their chests out and walked their manager over to Tendou. Once she stepped out the door, Tanaka grabbed Tendou by the collar of the black hoodie he was wearing. Noya scowled and got up in Tendou’s face.

“Listen here, if she comes in here looking half as bad as she did a couple days ago, we will beat you into a fucking pulp.” Tanaka threatened,

“Our manager means everything to us, so the second that I hear a sniffle or a tear drop hit the floor, you better count the fucking seconds you have left before we beat your ass. And that’s a promise from the whole team.” Noya growled.

Tendou cleared his throat. He had so many smart comments to say to the two second years. But right now, the only thing that mattered was that he got to talk to Y/N.

“I’m here to set things right. I know how much she means to you monster children, but she means more to me. Now fucking let go of me,”

Tanaka shoved Tendou out of his grip and watched with narrow eyes as he stepped outside with Y/N. Contrary to popular assumption, the entire Karasuno team, including the coaches, went to the windows to listen in on their manager's conversation with Tendou. It was so wrong of them, and all of them knew that, but not only did they wanna make sure Y/N was okay, they needed to hear how apologetic that cocky Shiratorizawa blocker really was.

“Paradise, I came here to tell you how sorry I am about the other night. For me to push all of that frustration and fear onto you wasn’t right of me at all and you didn’t deserve to be yelled at the way you were.” Tendou began. “The second I saw those tears fall from your eyes I knew I fucked up. I-I was just so angry and I fell back into my old habit of just pushing everyone away. Now that I have you, I understand that I can’t do that anymore.”

Y/N looked up into his bloodshot orbs. He was being so sincere, she was glad he finally realized he fucked up. But she wasn’t going to just forgive him without speaking about what was on her mind. He needed to feel like shit for what he put her through.

“Thank you for finally speaking up about it. I was waiting for you to apologize.” She admitted. “Look, I know that I can get annoying with the questions I ask, I’ll give you that. But what you need to understand is that I’m throwing everything aside in my life, EVERYTHING, just so I can find solutions to your problems. All I ever want is to help you Satori, and for you to just blow up at me and fucking tell me you need space? You can’t tell me that there wasn’t room for me to think that you wanted to break up with me.”

Tendou froze. She really thought he was breaking up with her? Maybe that’s why she was as upset as she was, and why his words stung as much as they did. She thought that he was leaving her.

“I’m glad you realized that you were wrong. And thank you for apologizing to me. But I need to know that something like this isn’t going to happen again.”

Tendou stammered. For once, there was no snarky comment, no immediate answer for what she was asking of him. The middle blocker looked down at his feet, then he met her eyes.

“I’ll communicate with you more. I should’ve told you about my schools and everything and letting it build up wasn’t good at all. I’m going to be more upfront with you even about the things I’m scared to talk about. I can’t lose you Y/N, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me; you’re my paradise.”

Her heart melted at his words. “I promise you, I will never ever make tears fall from those pretty eyes ever again. It broke my heart to see you leave so angry at me, and it hurt me even more to know that it was my fault. Please, please forgive me.”

She paused. Tears welled up in her eyes once more and Tendou’s face fell. She missed him so much and it had taken her so long to not go and find him, to grovel at his feet and apologize for leaving him the way she did.

She threw her arms around him and buried her face into his chest. He placed his head onto the top of her head and squeezed her tightly. He missed her so much. 

“I missed you 'Tori,” She mumbled into his hoodie. “I’m so sorry,”

“Don’t apologize paradise, I’m just glad to have you back now. For good.”

Tendou lifted her chin up towards him and stooped down to place his lips onto hers. The slight chap on his lips meant nothing to her, she was just glad that she had her Satori back. She missed how his lips molded with hers. He missed having someone to run to when he was feeling down.

She was his everything. And he was so glad to not have lost her.

[happiness-of-the-pursuit]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks to @kiwiana-writes for the tag!! I did this back in like... October, and a LOT has changed since then lol

How many works do you have on ao3?

29

What's your total ao3 word count?

299,988 (though this includes 110,000 from the co-written PJO AU and 2,000 words from Manu's fic that I podficced to)

What fandoms do you write for?

Only RWRB for now, though never say never to others. I recently read Check, Please! and I've had some thoughts, but I have far too many WIPs for RWRB to write them rn. Also I have some ideas for The Pairing, but again, I have... so many RWRB wips...

Top five fics by kudos:

Longer Than Most | 26K, trans Henry accidental pregnancy (also this is how I found out it had become my top kudos-ed fic AH)

The Super Six Take a Lie Detector Test | Vanity Fair | 7K, YouTube interview

Let Me inside (I Want to Get to Know You) | 6K, epistolary roommates

Claremont 2008 | 28K, canon divergence where Ellen gets elected in 2008, childhood friends to lovers

(Dil)Do It Yourself | 17K, meet cute at a DIY dildo workshop

Do you respond to comments?

I really try to. But. I have gotten quite behind recently. I would love to catch up but it's just a bit overwhelming at the moment.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't really have any angsty endings?? but a fic @affectionatelyrs and I are working on is going to have an ambiguous ending and my joke is that someone should the version of it where things take the angsty route

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

I mostly write happy endings, but I am going to say that Let Me inside (I Want to Get to Know You) is the happiest because it's kinda the tropiest

Do you get hate on fics?

Not hate, but I've gotten one or two weird comments, or comments asking about updates.

Do you write smut?

I do! (this is one of the things that's changed since the fall)

Craziest crossover:

The closest I've gotten to a crossover is the PJO AU, but that's not even an actual crossover.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes!! Super Six and the Siren's Call with @inexplicablymine and @read-and-write- was the first, and then I wrote Let Me inside (I Want to Get to Know You) with @affectionatelyrs. I also did the podficcing of the voice notes for love has a voice (and it's yours) by Manu. I've also got a couple more projects coming up with Jamie also.

All time favorite ship?

Well that I've written for, FirstPrince :)

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

Unfortunately I don't know if I'll ever finish Baby's First Pride because I've grown a ton as a writer since then and I would want to redo the old chapters and that just isn't all the compelling to me anymore...

What are your writing strengths?

I fucking hate this question. But I am going with dialogue and humor (and humorous dialogue) which has been co-signed by others so I feel less weird about saying this.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I would like to be able to keep smut more concise at times, because it always turns into a Big Scene but it doesn't always need to be a Big Scene. And I've been trying to work on a particular style of writing which is a bit more uhhh snappy? I don't know how to describe it. But that's still a huge work in progress, because I always get more rambly than I want.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I definitely try to include it for the characters in RWRB who speak other languages, and when I do I lean on my friends who speak those languages as a native speaker.

First fandom you wrote in?

Officially: RWRB. For myself: HP.

Favorite fic you've written?

Honestly it's always whatever I'm working on at the moment, which is a couple of WIPs: Fire Island WIP, Parasocial Relationship AU with @affectionatelyrs, and my Big Bang fic come to mind.

But really I want to know what y'all's favorite fic of mine is!!!!

I'll tag 20 people, sorry if anyone's done this recently, but in case anyone wants to go again: @mainstreamelectricalparade @14carrotghoul @anincompletelist @littlemisskittentoes @gay-flyboys

and @songliili @gayrootvegetable @leojfitz @welcometololaland @rmd-writes

and @bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie @captainjunglegym @cactusdragon517 @cricketnationrise

and @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @bribumblebee @nocoastposts @magicandarchery @itsmaybitheway!!!

[starlightvld]

20 Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰɪᴄ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀꜱ

Tagged by the lovely @snarky-magpie - thank you!!

1. How many works do you have on A03? 13 (for now...☺️)

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 429,228

3. What fandoms do you write for? Voltron: Legendary Defender and Call of Duty: MW Reboot

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? - Couch Surfing (COD, soapghost) - Broken Bones & Shattered Hearts (COD, soapghost) - Up in Smoke (COD, soapghost) - Formalities (Voltron, sheith) - Research and Development (Voltron, sheith)

5. Do you respond to comments? YES. I love talking to people in the comments. 😍

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Probably Couch Surfing because it's an "in progress" ending. But it's still mostly happy because I can't really write anything else. LOL

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably Formalities? But all of them are pretty tooth-rotting...

8. Do you get hate on fics? No

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes, but it's always slow burn smut with feelings (hi, I'm ace).

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I love thinking about crossovers, but I haven't written any yet (unless you count the AU from question 13, I guess).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not that I know of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? The soapghost Punisher AU I'm working on with @kibagib - You're my mask, you're my cover, my shelter - is basically co-written. Kiba gives me the outline for what they want to happen in the scene, and I write it out, adding my own flare here and there. It's been so much fun to work together to bring Kiba's visions to life!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? As much as I love soapghost, I think sheith will always have my heart.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? So far, I've finished or am actively working on all my WIPs... 😯 I do have an idea for a soapghost inter-dimensional-travel, angst-with-a-bittersweet ending fic, but that one hasn't gotten past outline phase. That's the closest I have to a fic I might never finish. (This fic would also win "angstiest ending," btw.)

16. What are your writing strengths? I think I write dialogue and emotions/introspection pretty well.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I struggle with descriptions - they are often what I "add in" during the editing phases. I'm also a VERY SLOW writer, which is why it takes so long to update sometimes.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I don't do it unless I have a native speaker willing to help me with the translation. Otherwise, it's just English but in italics. LOL

19. First fandom you wrote for? Dragon Age (long ago with a different user name)

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? I love them all, but my first sheith fic - In Sunshine and in Shadow - will always be special to me because it helped me process that atrocious VLD ending.

Tagging... errmmmm... @oodelally9 @kayluvlygrey @hawkeykirsah @ticktockclockwork @ursae-minoris-world @insomnikat-mused @chalkofthevalley

No pressure! Ignore or play as you like!

[cafecliche]

fic writer meme!

[RISES FROM THE DEPTHS] I'm here!! Thank you so much @uhuraisgay and @englishsub for the tags, and also for reminding me that I've missed Tumblr

1. how many works do you have on ao3? 50 even - which was more than I thought!

2. what's your total ao3 wordcount? 187,448

3. what fandoms do you write for?

My fic-writing impulses come along like cicada seasons, except without any regularity whatsoever: I do a lot of dabbling in a lot of fandoms, I can never really tell if something's going to light my brain on fire. Most of my fic output came from Yuletide for a long while (I loved the grab bag aspect and writing little treats for small fandoms, but then my holidays got busier), and then Yuri on Ice and MDZS were my biggest fandoms by far, especially MDZS. I've written Yuwu recently, and I'd love to write some Trigun, LoZ, or Mysterious Lotus Casebook one of these days.

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

grow

the only way out

The Guests of Cloud Recesses

detente

bespoke

And the soft animal is our runner-up at #6!

5. do you respond to comments?

I usually don't unless it's a request or a question, but I read and treasure every one.

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I am too tender for Bad Endings for the most part, but my canon-verse Nie Huaisang fic after me comes the flood does not end in a particularly good place for anyone involved. (But even then, we know it gets better for him eventually... albeit at the expense of several bystanders)

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

I tend to write pretty gentle, occasionally LIGHTLY bittersweet happy endings (that's the cafecliche guarantee baby) but part of me wants to say 'the only way out' (and probably 'the yunmeng accords' series in general) here. I tend to write fic when I want to play around with the emotions or relationship dynamics that can already be found in canon, so 'the yunmeng accords' is probably as close to a fix-it as I'm going to get.

8. do you get hate on fics?

Not usually! I was part of the Great MDZS Anon Hate Train of 2021, but that was the worst I've ever gotten by several magnitudes - the vast majority of commenters are fabulous.

9. do you write smut?

Not yet! It's not off the table, though.

10. do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you have written?

I actually don't think I've ever written a crossover! The closest I've ever gotten was when I look over my shoulder, but even that's 'Wangxian in a Conjuring-esque ghosthunters in love situation' and not really a formal Conjuring AU.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

I've had plagiarism brought to my attention a couple times, but truly just a handful. I still remember getting a message on FF.net that someone had ripped off a line from my Black Lagoon fic. The SCANDAL of it all.

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

MDZS is the first fandom where I've gotten translation requests, which is always so cool! To my knowledge, I've had fics translated into Russian, Spanish, and Ukranian.

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

No, but brainstorming fic concepts with my brilliant friends is one of my favorite thing in the world.

14. what's your all time favorite ship?

omg ever? Well Victuuri and Wangxian have been the ones that really lit my brain on fire (if I own the Nendos, it's serious) but let me also throw it back to Fakir and Ahiru in Princess Tutu. That is ROMANCE.

15. what is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I would have really liked to have one more entry to 'the yunmeng accords!' I had a couple of ideas that I really liked, but nothing that caught fire quite enough to dive into it. That said, I am currently working on something short and Yunmeng Shuangjie-related, at the very least...

16. what are your writing strengths?

Emotional through-lines, pacing, and that sweet, sweet catharsis. I'm drawn to particular fandoms when they leave me with an emotion that I need to break down over the course of several thousand words, and I know that shows through in my writing.

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

Choreography! I'm not a very visual thinker, so sometimes it takes me a while just to figure out how to block the characters in a given scene. I also have a lot of trouble getting into a draft until I figure out the voice, which, when it comes to fanfic, will either come to me extremely easily or not at all.

18. thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

Yeah, absolutely! (But if you don't speak the language, do your research!)

19. first fandom you wrote for?

[rubs my temples] an X-Men crackfic.

20. favorite fic you have written?

Oh my god. WELL. 'grow' and 'the only way out' I think are the best fics I've written, and 'when I look over my shoulder' and 'the soft animal' are also extremely close to my heart. But 'detente' might be the favorite child. It just gushed out of me.

I think a great many of you have been tagged at this point, so sorry for any double-tags, but: @bluecrystalrainingdaggers @tigerjpg @floofyfluff @vinelark and anyone else who'd like to go for it!

[grey-gazania]

20 questions for fic writers

Yoinked from the lovely @sallysavestheday and @melestasflight!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 65, though one is a compilation of unrelated short pieces.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 199,601

3. What fandoms do you write for? Mostly Tolkien, though I have a few older bits and bobs from other fandoms hanging around.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? In terms of kudos, my various Kidnap Fam stories are overwhelmingly my most popular:

A Stitch in Time (Elrond's life as seen by a quilt)

And They Looked Up and Saw a Star (Early-days Kidnap Fam WIP)

Root and All (Kidnap Fam feat. Maedhros, Elrond, and botany)

Speak No Evil (Kidnap Fam feat. Orkish lessons)

Little Drop of Poison (Kidnap Fam feat. injured Maedhros and healer Elrond)

5. Do you respond to comments? I try to respond to them all, but sometimes my responses are very late, especially if the comment comes when I'm having a depressive episode or a chronic illness flare-up.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Leaving aside unfinished multichaps that will have angsty endings but haven't gotten there yet, it's probably either The Hearts of the Eldar (the Third Kinslaying and all that it entails) or Pain Unbearable (Maedhros' death).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably Half Past Ten in the Rose Garden (Caranthir/Caranthir's Wife engagement rom-com). Still debating whether I should add another chapter or wrap it where it is.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Only ever on fics featuring Fingon's wife. Some people get real heated about those.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I don't, nor do I read it. It's very much Not My Thing. I think the closest I've come is The Bed We Share (Fingon/Fingon's Wife, Fingon/Maedhros), which does have a sex scene, but it's not particularly detailed.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? No, though I do enjoy reading them on occasion. I'm going to take this opportunity to recommend Evidence by Camwyn on FF.N, which is the single most delightful crossover I've ever read. (Silmarillion/Discworld)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! A kind reader translated Root and All into Russian, where it seems to have been moderately well-received, at least from what I can tell using Google Translate.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope. I suppose I'd be willing to give it a shot, but I do have Very Strong characterization opinions that might make it difficult.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Maedhros/Fingon! Though Elrond/Celebrian and Caranthir/Caranthir's Wife are close seconds, and Glorfindel/Erestor and Legolas/Gimli are very old and longstanding favorites as well.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Things ain't lookin' good for The Longest Journey I Have Known (Fingon's wife and Celebrian travel to Valinor). I am Extremely Stuck.

16. What are your writing strengths? Worldbuilding, character dynamics, and description.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? PLOT. God, I am so bad at come up with interesting plots. Also probably pacing, I need to improve in that respect.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I do it rarely -- in fact I think Maps might be the only Silmarillion story where I've done it. I included a Quenya translation of part of a Yiddish folk song, and in that case I had help from the Lizard Council, and particularly from the esteemed and dearly missed Darth Fingon, who looked over my translation and corrected a few errors.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Star Wars, back in, uh, 1999, I think? I've been doing this for a good 25 years.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Girl, that's like asking a mother to choose her favorite child! But if I absolutely must pick, it's probably The Flight of Birds, which features Elrond, newly arrived on Balar, dealing with his conflicted feelings about his mother.

Tagging @thelordofgifs, @vidumavi, @cuarthol, @swanhild, @leucisticpuffin, @emyn-arnens, @polutrope, @welcomingdisaster, @zealouswerewolfcollector, @that-angry-noldo, @thescrapwitch, @spiritofwhitefire, @swanmaids, @hhimring, @elfscribe, and anyone else who wants to share -- @ me and say I tagged you!

[klunkcat]

tagged by @goodlucktai <3333

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

45 lol but i have I think. 30 wips that exist somewhere on my computer at any given moment. alas.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

701,032

which..... is like far too many words per fic actually imo

3. What fandoms do you write for?

honestly whatever currently grabs my brain stem changes a lot but i think my top ones are tmnt and stranger things (what a wild combo actually). Actively atm I have a trigun wip and a tmnt one

4. Top five fics by kudos?

A Kiss is a Kiss (But it's never like this) - 6,528

(something happens and I'm) head over heels - 3,518

Green with Envy - 1,880

Forget the mess I'm in - 1,791

Weak Point - 1,366

5. Do you respond to comments?

literally I am the WORST for remembering to reply I'm so sorry. I must say that I do read all of them in my email and screenshot them and cry

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

angsty endings are too much 4 me I believe so strongly in hurt/comfort but....

Impossible Things and the Tin Can I think is the most like, conceptually tragic series I've written

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

Comfort is a requirement but I think but like Stepping over the line is basically just an extended meet cute so nothing really sad happens at all lol?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Actually genuinely have never gotten a rude comment in my life I did once get someone being hyper pushy about new chaps when I was like.... 19? Sometimes comments veer I think towards misunderstanding unreliable narrator elements and can be a little intense as a result

9. Do you write smut?

ehhhhhh closest I've ever gotten was dancing around the topic lol

10. Craziest crossover?

omg me and tai have gone down some rabbit holes and made a tangled/good omens fusion among other things, which was cute 2 me

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've gotten some requests, not sure if they got uploaded anywhere?

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

I did once many years ago but we didn't end up finishing it from what I remember!

14. All time favourite ship?

oh god I mean. ineffable husbands and wangxian invented romance. big mckirk and vashwood fan despite what my published fics would tell you. stsg ruined my life this year. I'm really big on platonic friendships though personally

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

My google docs are a cesspit of fics I will never finish. Once made a wangxian softball fic that will never see the light of day but I think of it fondly

16. What are your writing strengths?

Might actually be a weakness and not a strength but boy do I love prosey metaphor nonsense. Sometimes I think it works other times who's 2 say.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Fighting scenes man, combat is hard as hell.

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

in general I dooooon't write it too much just because I don't speak anything beyond like. grade 2 level spanish so.

19. First fandom you wrote in?

tmnt :' )

20. Favourite fic you've written?

Oh tricky. Stealing tai's idea of a top 5

Forget-Me-Nots - :') big ol love u to tai for this

Both the Sweet and the Bitter - so sorry to anyone who follows me for ST fics because I'm probably never going to write for it ever again or finish this but a dear friend of mine helped me with this story and it means a lot 2 me as a result. The flower metaphors were fun to research.

Plain White Beach Houses - also same as the above but idk pacific rim au....house metaphors.... I love this series a lot

change up, high inside - wanted to write a softball fic for my whole life basically and this is more or less me just waxing poetic about the sport if I'm honest

Feedback Loop - this fic was actually insane like. took me I think a full year to write out? There's a lot of stuff in this that I lol cannot reread anymore for reasons but damn if it wasn't a learning experience to write all around

Tagging @eternalglitch @byrdybyrd02 @jinbugs if u want to besties!

[annab-nana]

reminders of him - eddie munson

summary: it's your first night in your own room after all that happened. you're all alone, freshly showered, and ready for bed. but, sleep doesn't come to you as easily as you'd hoped. the only thing that fills your head is him.

warnings: mentions of death, vecna (pre, during, and post), trouble falling asleep, hella angst, fluff, pet names (pretty girl, my girl, my daring enchantress—this is eddie we're talking about, baby, sweetheart, sweet girl), making out, removal of clothes, allusion to smut (probably the closest i've ever gotten to truly writing it tbh), eddie being the best boyfriend, eddie's death unfortunately, proofread once

a/n: idk why i was in a heartbreaking mood when writing this, but for my angst lovers, this is for you. also this is kinda inspired by the song ceilings by lizzy mcalpine

word count: 6.9k+

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your sheets smelled of fresh cotton when you finally got the chance to fall into them, the scent filling your nostrils and bringing a wave of comfort over yourself that you hadn't felt in several days. it felt like it had been months. maybe even years. 

since it happened, you hadn't had a true chance to just be. between spending your time at max's bedside with the sinclairs, helping out hawkins citizens at the school with steve, dustin, and robin, and just making sure everyone else was okay, you let your own needs get lost in the mix and you were exceedingly exhausted. 

being in the shower felt nice. the near-sizzling droplets pelting your sore muscles forced them to loosen up from the constant tension they'd endured since chrissy died. 

chrissy.

your eyes screwed shut as the memory resurfaced and you tried to rid your mind of it by giving it a light shake. your attempts were mostly futile, so you resorted to focusing on something else: getting some sleep somewhere other than a ridiculously uncomfortable hospital chair and steve harrington's couch. 

once you had settled and pulled the blanket up to your chest, you turned from your side to lie on your back and closed your eyes. just when you finally let them shut, you could only see flashes of what happened while you were down there and opened them again. since you couldn't make yourself fall asleep, you'd just have to wait it out until your body fell asleep naturally like you had been doing. 

staring up after so long made you realize how much you despise popcorn ceilings. but at least you could make your own constellations out of the small hills that coated it to pass the time. 

huffing in annoyance at your inability to go to sleep, you turned back onto your side and take in the small details of your room. down by your desk legs were your favorite pair of yellow converse and a small yet sad smile pulled at your lips at the memory that flooded your mind. 

you were wearing them when you met him. 

"shit, shit, shit. you stupid piece of shit! don't do this to me now," you grumbled at the vehicle. you were almost home. you had just made it to hawkins. why did your car have to crap out on you now?

pulled over on the side of the road maybe a half mile away from the 'welcome to hawkins' sign, you turned the key over again only to hear a nasty sputtering coming from under the hood. you stopped, not wanting to make whatever the issue was any worse, and leaned your head against the steering wheel for a moment. 

a short, exasperated, "fuck," fell from your lips before you lifted your head to look outside. the rain seemed to pick up even harder, almost tauntingly. you wanted to cry but felt like it'd be a waste of time at this point. you'd left your umbrella in your bedroom too so you'd have to brace this weather all on your own. 

taking in a short inhale to calm your nerves, you placed your keys in your pocket and got out to begin the trek to the nearest phone booth just past the trailer park. you just hoped no weirdos found you on your way. 

"hey!" someone called when you walked past some of the trailers. you were going to pretend like you didn't even hear the person shouting for you, but the voice sounded somewhat familiar. you turned at the sound of the footsteps jogging to approach you. 

"yeah?" you asked, seeing none other than eddie munson stopping in front of you. you knew of the boy. he was the one a lot of the jocks liked to pick on, but you admired how he ignored them and kept on being him. 

"what are you doing walking out here in the rain?" he inquired, brows pulled together in what seemed like concern for you. "are you okay?"

the rainwater that hit his head made his usually unruly curly mess of locks a bit tamer and for some reason, whether it be his caring nature or the rain drawing your attention to his features, your stomach felt fluttery. eddie munson, leader of hellfire, three-time senior, was making butterflies fly around in your tummy. 

"my car broke down and i need a phone."

"you are welcome to come inside and use mine," he offered as a water drop fell from the bangs that were stuck to his forehead down his nose, and then down to the ground. why have you never noticed how cute he was until now?

"okay."

you let your eyes fall down to your shoes which were no doubt housing their own little ponds with how much water had filled them on the walk thus far. you could feel the water slosh around with each step you took as you followed eddie back to his trailer.

"let me get you a towel," he told you once you were inside before disappearing into one of the rooms—the bathroom, you assumed—down the hall and coming out with a large towel. "here," he spoke softly when he stepped closer to you to wrap the towel around your shoulders. after running his hands over the towel to make sure it was in place, he gave you a short grin before leading you to the phone. 

once he saw you put the phone to your ear, he left the room to give you some privacy while the sound of the line ringing was heard on your end. in curiosity, you glanced around the place and took in the details. eddie or whoever he lived with was very seriously into mugs. the messiness was definitely eddie's doing though. 

while the ringing continued, you heard a thud come from the room eddie went in followed by an, "oh shit." 

you rolled your eyes and giggled until the line went dead. when you tried again, you got the same result. 

"fuck." 

eddie reentered the room, his hair looking a little drier and messier. "everything alright?"

"no one answered," you said after turning to face him. you pulled the edges of the towel closer around your body for some warmth and leaned against the wall behind you. 

"oh," eddie started before you watched an idea pop into his head, "you could stay here if you want or i could drive you home."

the sound of the rain pelting the roof grew louder and louder by the second, enough to make both you and eddie look up to the ceiling as if the raindrops would pierce through the roof. the flash of light that came from the window and the roar of thunder that followed it seemed to mock you even further as you deflated. 

your eyes came back down to meet his. "i can't make you drive in this weather."

"i can't let you walk home in this weather," he added to his point. 

"then, i guess i'll stay."

within the moments that followed, eddie had given you the grand munson trailer tour—all you had left to see was the bathroom and his bedroom really—a fresh set of clothes to change into that he had tossed in the dryer for a second to warm up for you, set your shoes up in front of a box fan to dry, placed your previous clothes in the dryer, and turned the heater on so you'd be warm in his room since he refused to let you sleep on the couch. 

"you all good?" he asked from the doorway where he stood. 

"yes, eddie. you've done more than enough. you don't have to worry about me anymore. thank you," you told him honestly. you had expressed your gratitude to him so much tonight, but the boy just kept on giving. why he was so widely hated on at your school was mind blowing to you now that you had experienced firsthand just how nice he was. 

the boy wore a bashful grin before he spoke again. "you know, i've dabbled in some mechanic work over the past few summers so if you want, i could take a look at your car in the morning to see if i can figure out the issue."

"no, eddie. you don't have to," you began to protest. "you've already done so much for me. i can get it fixed on my own, though i appreciate the offer."

"can't a man want to help a pretty girl every once in a while?" he stated, not realizing the effect the pet name had on you. "come on, let me do it. i haven't been able to get my hands dirty in so long and i miss it. it's a win-win for both of us."

as you had learned progressively throughout the night, he was damn near impossible to say no to, so once again, you caved. 

"okay." his excitement over the seemingly small matter was cute. 

his smile made it all worth it. 

you'd give anything to go back to that night now. what had started as an incredibly shitty night ended up being not so bad. 

you just don't know what you'd do if given the opportunity. 

would you have ignored him to begin with as you had originally planned to save yourself the heartache? or would you take in every moment even more since you know now how the story ends?

before you can think on it too long, your eyes shift from the shoes to your nightstand, more so to the paper circle that sits next to your lamp before you lean over to pick it up. 

fiddling with the object, you thought back to the night you received it. 

your first date.

"what's with us and rainy nights?" you commented as you watched the rain pick up outside the diner window. this wasn't like the rain from a couple of weeks ago though. this was much softer, more ambient than agressive. 

he hummed in thought for a moment, eyes still trained on the straw paper between his fingertips. "i don't know," eddie spoke thoughtfully. it was an odd coincidence, but he was too focused on his creation. 

you leaned forward against the table. "whatcha makin' over there, munson?"

"none of your business, y/l/n," he retorted playfully while moving his hands under the table to continue his work in private. his eyes lifted to meet yours with a smile on his lips. you couldn't help but return his grin. 

while recounting another silly memory of your coworkers, steve and robin, from your shift yesterday to eddie, you fiddled with your own straw paper, tying it in multiple knots until the sheen on a silver pig came into view. his ringed hand laid over yours to hold it gently. 

the man had all of your attention and your interest was piqued. based on what you knew solely about eddie before you two became closer was that he was full of surprises and with the budding relationship between you two, that very fact had been further cemented. 

he turned his hand that held yours so that your palms were facing each other. he had singled out your ring finger and brought his other hand to it, sliding on the paper ring he had made for you. his fingers situated it so that the knot he'd constructed to resemble a gem was placed in the center before he looked up at you. 

"for you, my daring enchantress," he muttered, still holding your hand in his. you were so focused on the warmth that was spreading throughout your entire body at his sweet actions that you almost missed his nickname for you. 

"daring?" you inquired, eyebrow raised when you met his eyes. 

"of course," he stated matter-of-factly as if there was no other way he'd view you other than that. "it takes guts to go on journeys in the dead of night while a mighty storm barrels on."

you loved how he'd get into storytelling mode, the cadence of his voice rising up and falling down with the swells and dips of the narrative. you let your head rest on your other hand, ready to sit and listen to how his story continued in awe. 

"i'm lucky i had a charming knight in shining leather looking out for me that night," you added with a smile. eddie shared a bashful grin with youu before his eyes fell down to your joined hands, seemingly wanting to avoid eye contact with you. 

"i'm not sure if it was luck," he mumbled mildly, playing with the paper ring on your finger in a nervous manner. "at least on your end anyway."

in an instant, your heart moves from feeling fluttery to feeling tight. 

you flipped your hand to hold his and brought your other to lay on top of them. 

"hey," you called in hopes he'd look up at you. he did. "i guess i haven't made it very clear, but i will now. i like you, eddie. i'm kinda glad that piece of shit car broke down because if it hadn't, i would've only gotten to see you in passing at school, not really know you like i'm getting to do now. trudging in the rain and having the worst cold known to man the week after is something i'd do again if it'd get me here with you."

you relish in the way he perks up at your words. with the way he radiated confidence, you were kind of surprised to see him be a bit vulnerable and insecure, but you were ready to squash it and build him back up again. 

these past few weeks you'd known eddie had been the best you'd had in a while. you weren't trying to give that up any time soon. 

"alright," eddie sighed, leaning back in his seat, "i've gotta get you home. i'd hate to be on your parents' bad side before i've even met them." 

the fluttery feeling returned at the thought of eddie being in your life long enough to meet your parents. 

as much as you didn't want to leave, you knew that you had to. your curfew was at ten-thirty and it was currently fifteen minutes until then. after eddie paid—he insisted on it for the first date—led you to his van, opened the door for you, and drove you home, you two sat outside of your house for the last five minutes, continuing the conversation you'd been having on the ride over. 

the clock reads 10:28 and you both know that you'll have to leave soon. the thing is that you really don't want to. you want to sit in eddie's passenger seat while his iron maiden cassette plays lowly in the background so you both can still hear each other when you talk. 

you think eddie feels the same as you do when you meet his eye across the seat. after your eyes made that connection, it was like there was a magnetic pull between you two. 

you scooted closer first, eddie soon to follow. his hand traveled up your arm to rest behind your neck while his other found your waist. your hands came to cradle his face and jacket and all it took was one look. one look that the two of you shared that let the other know that you wanted this desperately before your lips met his. 

you remembered feeling on cloud nine that night. you'd fallen into the bed you lay on now, feeling giggly and warm all over. 

you'd felt like the girls in movies you used to make fun of for acting like idiots after having any sort of encounter with the guy of their dreams. the ones who just had their first kiss with the guy they were in love with who couldn't wipe the stupid smile off their face and fell asleep dreaming of the moment over and over again. 

you stretched to put the paper ring back on the bedside table and recoiled back to your laying position. sleep was gaining on you, but it wasn't quite there yet. 

rolling back over onto your back, you grumbled lightly at your aggravation toward not being able to fall asleep. taking in a deep breath, you swore you could still smell the faint scent of weed from him. you wished he was here now to help you go to sleep. you always slept better in his arms. 

you glanced to your left and attempted to imagine him there next to you like he was the first time he ever laid in your bed. 

your parents were out for the weekend so obviously, eddie was staying over. 

you didn't know what it was about him today, but you felt like you were ten times more in love with him than you were yesterday. it was probably the confession of love you two shared moments prior that led to the heated makeout session you two engaged in now. 

it was a mess of lips, teeth, and tongue as you moved backward, letting eddie lead you to your bedroom. you weren't sure how you didn't bump into every wall and surface on your way in, but eddie was skilled at maneuvering you both while still giving your mouth the attention it deserved. 

the back of your legs felt your mattress while your hands helped eddie's pull off his jacket and vest, leaving his top covered in his hellfire shirt. you gripped onto his shoulders and hair, not missing how he groaned when you unintentionally pulled on it. he felt the way your lips pulled into a smirk against his own and knew you were going to pull out that trick later on. 

using one arm to hold you to him by your waist, he used his other to brace you both while he laid down with you on your bed. 

"fuck," he muttered into your mouth, "i fuckin' love you, baby." 

you giggled into the kiss in response until his lips moved to your jaw. 

"i love you so much, eddie," you spoke in a breathy voice as you tried to get your mind back on track, but it was hard. you felt like you'd touched a live wire in the best way possible. "so much." 

eddie's lips had made their way just below your ear and he started to suck on a particularly sensitive spot. 

"oh shit," you breathed out blissfully. your fingers had scrunched up the material of his shirt to hold onto it before they moved down to the hem. "fuck, eddie. can i?"

he knew what you were asking for when he felt you tug at the end of the fabric and he was more than happy to oblige. 

"please."

you wasted no time in ridding the boy of the club t-shirt and letting your eyes take in some of your favorite parts of him. his softness, both in his personality and physicality, was something that drew you to him from the beginning. 

your hands ran down his gentle sides and up his back, taking in every bit of him. you adored the inked drawings on his skin and there was no way you weren't feeling dizzy at the sight of the trail of hair that went from below his navel and disappeared into his jeans. 

"eddie," you whined as he continued his assault on your neck. you were definitely going to have to put in some work to make sure the marks he was leaving behind weren't visible to the naked eye when your parents got back. 

"yeah, sweetheart?" he called to you, his voice so sultry and smooth. his eyes bored into yours when he lifted his head up to gaze at you. you'd never felt so nervous yet so at ease. 

"i want more."

while eddie was delighted to hear it, he had to be sure. "positive?"

"please," you basically begged and the sound had eddie diving back down to kiss your lips until they were numb. 

"can i take your shirt off?" he started, wanting to take it slow. 

you, on the other hand, were too eager to feel him. you grabbed his hands in yours and led them to the bottom of your top, telling him without words to take it off. once he'd gotten it off, you made quick work to begin unbuttoning his pants. 

"this is okay, right?" you inquired quickly. you wouldn't have started if you thought he wasn't okay with it, but you wanted to double-check. 

"go right ahead, sweet girl. as long as i can take off this." his finger ran under the strap of your bra. your nod and continued work on his jeans answered his request so his hands slipped beneath you to fiddle with the hooks. 

after that, it was a mixture of soft kisses, joined hands, whispers of love, pleasurable touches, linked bodies, and breathlessness. 

once all was said and done, you curled into eddie's side, hearing his heartbeat under your ear. his ringed fingers ran up and down your bare back as he cherished the skin-to-skin contact and this moment with you. he had never felt for someone as he did for you and he'd hate for anything to tear you two apart. 

"eddie?" your small voice broke the boy from his thoughts. 

he pressed a small kiss to the top of your head before speaking up. "yeah?"

"please don't ever leave me," you mumbled into his skin, your arms tightening around him. it was lovely to be able to lay like this with him. you just didn't want it to ever end. 

he gave you a small squeeze and lifted your face to meet his. "i would never ever leave my girl."

you were starting to get pissed with yourself. why couldn't you just fall asleep? 

you sat up and glanced over to your bag, contemplating whether you should pack your bag and go somewhere else. maybe to steve's or robin's or if you waited long enough, you could wait for visiting hours to open up at the hospital and go see max. you never had this much trouble falling asleep at any of those places. 

there were just too many reminders of him here and you couldn't fall asleep. when someone else was around, you could be distracted, but alone with yourself and your thoughts, sleep was proving to be a major obstacle. 

slipping on some shorts and shoes, you walked out to your kitchen to dial steve's number. as you placed the phone between your ear and shoulder, you reached down to fix your shoelaces and caught a glimpse of the braided leather bracelet that circled your wrist currently. it had only been there for maybe twenty days at this point. 

"i'm just saying. it's the cult of vecna. you can't miss it," eddie whined while pulling up to the school. 

"you know i wouldn't miss it for the world if i hadn't already promised lucas, robin, and steve that i'd be at this game. it's the championship game, eddie," you shared with him even though he's known that for ages. it didn't mean he wasn't going to pout about it though. 

dramatically, he threw his head back to hit the headrest after he parked, his hair moving wildly with his movements. 

"stop it, you're going to make me feel bad," you told him once you situated yourself to turn and face him. 

his eyes were screwed shut to add to the theatrics, but he popped one open to peek at you. his ridiculous behavior elicited a giggle from you and the sound alone was enough to make him drop the act and soften. 

"fine, you're off the hook, but you have to give me a good luck kiss before you go."

you playfully scoffed. "like i would've let you leave without one."

you leaned up onto your knees and let your hands cup his face before your lips pressed against his. he gripped at your sides while trying to hold you close to him. he didn't want to let you go, but he was overly excited for hellfire tonight. 

"just remember," he started, breaking away for a moment before diving back in, "i've got a deal tonight." another kiss. "but after that." he pulled you into his lap, a leg on either side of his thighs as you straddled him. "i'm all yours, baby."

you broke away for the sole reason of oxygen deprivation and took the moment to admire him with his messy hair, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips. a finger of yours came up to twirl a dark curled strand. 

"promise?"

"i'll call you before i leave my house to head to yours," eddie shared, eyes watching you in adoration. he swore he could sit and observe you for hours on end if you let him. 

he felt you try to move off of him to head inside, but his grip on your waist held you where you were. 

"wait a second." confused, you watched him with a raised brow as he fiddled with one of the bracelets on his wrist. he'd taken off the leather one—it was the first piece of jewelry of his that you'd complimented—and began to wrap it around your wrist. "been meaning to give you this for a while now. i think it suits you better than me anyway," he spoke cooly like this wasn't a big deal though you both knew it was. 

you just rolled your eyes and kissed his lips again. 

"hellooo?" you heard steve's voice repeat into the phone. it took you a second to get out of your head and realize he'd spoken three times before you finally responded. 

"sorry. uh, it's me, y/n. did i wake you?"

you could hear in his voice that you did, but he wasn't going to let you know that. 

"oh no, i was just watching a movie," he fibbed. "what's up?"

"can't sleep," you started before looking back down at the bracelet. "i don't know if i can be here. it's a little too much, you know?"

steve understood. he always did.

"you know you're more than welcome to come over here."

a light smile pulled at your lips as you nodded though he couldn't see it. "thank you."

"no problem. i'll turn on the porch light."

you would never not be proud of who steve was now. he was almost like a completely different person compared to how he was a few years ago. and now that you know more of what he had endured in those few years, you respected and felt for him even more. 

when you found out about it all was probably the most stressful day in your entire life. 

"what if he's not here?" robin inquired, flashlight shining against the door of reefer rick's house. 

"he has to be," you responded sharply. you wouldn't know what to do if he wasn't so there was no other option in your mind. eddie had to be here.

"could he be in there?" max called over to you guys. steve got dustin to stop yelling into the house—for one of the smartest people in your group, he sure did some dumb things—and followed you and robin to the redhead. 

her light pointed to a secluded boathouse which was the perfect place to hide in your opinion. you could only hope eddie thought the same thing. 

once inside, you all split to look around. you, max, and robin found some food wrappers that looked to be pretty recent given their lack of dusty coating while the boys bickered and prodded some tarp with an oar. 

you, entirely fed up with the entire situation of your love being missing and hunted in addition to steve and dustin's constant squabbling, walked over and took the oar from steve's hands. both steve and dustin were staring at you in wonder. 

neither of them had ever seen you so angry. 

"you two need to get it together. eddie is missing. you hear me? missing. he's gone. so i don't have time for all this silly shit. so, stop being pussies and lift the damn tarp like a man." you punctuated your sentence by handing steve the oar back and lifting the tarp yourself. 

only you didn't get to look at what was inside before you were pushed against the wall, broken glass held to your neck. but that isn't what you were focused on. 

no, your eyes were locked on the ones you called home which were now filled with so much fear that it broke your heart in two. his next question only finalized that break. 

"are you real?"

you softened immediately as tears pooled in your eyes. 

"are you my charming knight in shining leather?" that was all eddie needed before he wrapped you tightly in his arms. you reciprocated, hands clutching at his jacket as you held him close. 

ever since you saw his trailer in the background of the news this morning, you'd been terrified not only for him but of what he could've ended up in. max shared with you guys what chrissy's body looked like on eddie's living room floor and you were afraid he was in the same state somewhere else. and if he wasn't dead at the hands of whoever killed chrissy, you were scared he'd gotten caught by someone else who wasn't going to think twice about putting a bullet in his head or beating him unconscious. 

but he wasn't hurt in any way physically that you could tell. mentally was another story but physically, he was safe and in your arms and you were flooded with relief. 

you pulled your face away from where you'd buried it in the crook of his neck to get a good look at him. the cool, wet lines you felt on your cheeks let you know you'd been crying. 

"you are okay, right?"

he nodded. "yeah, but chrissy…"

"you don't have to talk about it. we know."

this time, he shook his head. "no. no, you don't." you hated how his lower lip trembled. "and you wouldn't believe me if i told you what happened. no one would."

max spoke up confidently. "try us."

that was when you learned all about what steve, robin, and the kids had endured over the past few years and what eddie had gone through the previous night. and now as you reached for your keys on the hook, the bracelet eddie had given you slipped down your wrist a bit, revealing the imprinted memory of the bats that tried to kill you when you were down there. 

you ignored the thought as you took the keys and made your way to your car.

you hadn't driven it since the day everything happened. everything that you'd had nightmares about. everything you never wished upon anyone, even your greatest enemies. 

"eddie!" you and dustin both shouted at the boy. he'd started up the makeshift rope—sheets and pillowcases that dustin had tied together previously—but then he backed down. 

"what are you doing?" dustin inquired, but you knew deep down what decision he was making. he had talked the whole time since chrissy died about how he always ran away when disaster struck and was really beating himself up about it. he wasn't going to do it this time. he was going back in. 

"eddie, no! stop!" dustin continued to shout. you were already climbing back up the rope as eddie kicked away the mattress on his side. 

"i'm buying more time," he filled you two in. his eyes locked with yours when he muttered a short, "i'm sorry," before slashing the rope and running out of the trailer in the upside down. 

he didn't even see that you'd caught yourself by holding onto the edge of the opening. 

"dustin, push me up," you ordered, swinging your feet for him to use to propel you into the other dimension. you weren't going to fight eddie on not running away this time, but you'd be damned if you were going to be by his side as he did. 

the fifteen-year-old wasted no time in coming to your aid. he'd learned over the course of the past few days that you meant business especially when it came to eddie. 

you'd manuvered yourself to have most of your body in the upside down and your head in the original dimension. you looked to dustin one last time. 

"you stay here, alright? we have this. you just wait here."

for you, it wasn't a request. you were telling him what to do before you worked on lowering yourself gently onto the ground. there was a little sting that shot up your leg when you landed, but it was easy to ignore. once you checked to make sure you had your spear and shield, you were out and running after eddie who was biking away followed by a demobat swarm. 

it was hard to get close to him considering you were on foot and he was biking as hard as he could, but then, he stopped and so did your heart. 

"no," you mumbled to yourself before trying to gain some speed. "eddie!"

he couldn't hear you. you knew that, but you were desperate. you couldn't lose him. you knew he wouldn't be able to stay in hawkins after everything, but you were prepared to follow him wherever. he was your everything. you felt like you were nothing without him. 

as your feet led you to him, you watched him stab and swing at the bats that circled around him like a tornado. he managed to get some of them, but he was far too outnumbered and they used that to their advantage. quickly, they had him restrained with their tails and attacked at his sides. the sound of his screams pained you to hear. 

when you finally did reach him, all the bats had dropped to the ground, seemingly unconscious. you would've been more curious about the miracle that was if you weren't so worried about eddie. 

"eddie, eddie," you called out when you reached his side. sitting down next to him, you pulled his head into your lap and ran a hand over his bandana. the sight of him in this state made you feel nauseous. "oh god, eddie."

"bad, huh?" your teary eyes snapped up to his and you shook your head. 

"no," your voice betrayed you with a quiver, "you're gonna be fine." he didn't believe you one bit, but he liked to hold onto your hope for him. "we just gotta get you to a hospital, okay?"

he gave you the faintest of nods. "okay."

"you gotta help me a little bit," you told him when you tried to pull him up, "come on."

"i think i just… i think i just need a second, okay?" while you didn't have the time to waste, you didn't want to make him hurt more than he already was. you just hoped steve, robin, and nancy would be back soon to help you get him home. 

"okay." eddie coughed a little before his equally teary eyes met yours. 

"i didn't run away this time, right?"

that elicited a sob from your body while you shook your head. "no, no, no." your fingers pushed any stray or straggling hairs away from his face. "you didn't run."

"you're gonna have to keep an eye out for those little sheep of mine for me, okay?"

"eddie," you sighed. 

you didn't like how he was talking like this was the end for him. it wasn't. you couldn't let that happen. you could save him. you just had to get him out of here. where the hell are steve, nancy, and robin? just one of them should be enough to help you. 

"say it," he started, "please."

"i-" you took in a shaky breath and squeezed your eyes shut. "i'll look after them."

"good. we're gonna graduate together, you know? and then, we're gonna get the hell out of hawkins, find a place together, i'll do my own thing with music and you can do whatever you want to with your gap year before you go to school. i think it's finally my year, our year."

you listened intently while the tears continued to endlessly stream down your cheeks.

"you know i was gonna marry you."

you sobbed before speaking. "you still can."

eddie smiled and reached up to run his thumb across your cheek, pushing your tears to the side. it was useless. they were replaced as soon as he moved the old ones. 

"i love you so much, my daring enchantress." you let out a tearful laugh at the name you hadn't heard since your first date. you tried not to think about how this was probably the last time you'd ever hear him say those words again. 

"i love you too, my hero." earlier, eddie had mentioned how he wasn't a hero, but his actions refuted that. he was a hero and no one would ever truly know the extent of it. 

eddie's lips pulled up into a small smile before he started to cough again. 

"eddie…" you whispered, watching his coughs turn into him choking. he stopped a short moment later and dread filled your stomach when he stopped moving. "eddie?"

he didn't respond, only continued to stare blankly at you. 

"eddie? eddie! eddie, no! eddie, please! eddie," you continued as you shook his body gently. 

he couldn't leave you. he couldn't. not yet. not ever. you needed him. your hands cupped his cheeks while your eyes searched his eyes for any movement. 

he remained still. 

"no," you stated, sobs and cries spilling from your lips. leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his forehead as a final goodbye before mumbling against his sweaty skin, "i'm sorry. i'm sorry. i'm so sorry, eddie."

you didn't even know what you were apologizing for, but you were certain there was more you could've done to prevent this. 

you pulled into steve's driveway and turned off the engine. looking down to take off your seatbelt, you noticed how your shirt was wet before bringing your hands to your face, your fingertips coming back with water on them as well. 

you hadn't cried about it since you left the upside down. in your mind, it still didn't feel real. but when you looked over to the passenger seat and saw the guitar pick necklace you'd taken with you when you came back peeking out from below your bookbag, it really hit you. 

eddie should be here. he should be here with you. he should be here, holding you while you cry, not being the source of your tears. he doesn't exist anymore and that thought alone is so difficult for you to fathom. it was finally setting in and you hated it. 

sobs filled the car as that deep pain in your chest you felt when he died in your arms returned. you wished you'd never gone into his trailer on that rainy night. you wished you'd never agreed to go with him to the diner. you wished you never let him in as much as you did. you wished he was only the town freak to you, not your soulmate. 

your hands came up to your chest, trying to lessen the pain you felt, but it was no use. it only increased and it became harder to breathe. the worst part was that the one person you wanted wasn't here anymore and that just made it hurt worse. 

you didn't even notice that your car door had opened until you felt someone's hands on you. in any other situation, you would've freaked out, but they handled you with such care and you'd recognize the watch on his wrist anywhere. 

"hey, hey, look at me. breathe with me," steve's voice broke through your thoughts momentarily. he'd turned your body to face him where he was crouched down in front of you. 

once you had calmed a little, you felt yourself getting all worked up again and your face crumbled when your thoughts resurfaced. 

"steve, he's gone. not like he'll be back, gone forever," you sobbed. steve's hands held yours as he attempted to soothe you. he knew this was inevitable, that everything would hit you like a ton of bricks, and that you'd be in shambles. that didn't mean he knew exactly how to help you though. 

the closest he had ever felt to this kind of heartache was nancy breaking his heart, but nancy was still alive and there was a small possibility of them rekindling their old relationship. that was nowhere near what you were experiencing. 

not only did eddie die, but you had to watch it. you had to watch the life leave his eyes, unable to do anything about it. you had to do this all while experiencing the upside down's worst for the first time. you didn't deserve this. no one did. 

you were hurting deeply and all steve had to offer was support and comfort. 

"come here," he whispered and you were quick to close the space between you to wrap your arms around him. he didn't feel as good as eddie nor did his smell put you at ease as much as eddie's. but you had to learn that eddie wasn't here. he wasn't coming back. it was just going to be you and your friends. 

you didn't know how you were going to live in a world without your charming knight in shining leather.

but, you'd have to find a way.

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[wrongcaitlyn]

Are we going to see anything more… mature… in Nico and Will’s relationship in tyt? I know that sex and like sex education should be normalized a lot more within teenagers and like society as a whole, but I feel rlly weird asking. I understand that it’s obviously very real and valid if you as an author feel uncomfortable writing about it, but I was wondering if there would be a mention of … something? Obviously fine if not

I just mean like how they’ve learned to grow and mature into young adults (which is something really hard with extended lengths fics, to show how characters grow like aging kids do from the characters us as writers usually start with in our heads). I think it’d be a great way to show how Nico has grown as person, and also normalizing the fact that these are growing young men and women in this fic, and that sex is a normal part of life.

Let me be clear‼️ I am NOT asking you to like write smut or something, just wondering if we’ll be getting a mention of that kinda thing.

that's a totally valid question!! and short answer: no, not really. and this is similar to the thing with pet names - logically, i know that they do it, and it makes sense - but i just don't know how to write it, don't feel very comfortable writing it, and so i don't write it😭

i think the closest i've ever gotten is like that one line where cecil makes a joke after nico flies to nashville, and it's like "do everything i wouldn't do!" because he's ace. sorry that was funny to meSDLKJF but yeah dirty jokes are about the furthest i'll get, just because i'm a sex-repulsed ace and it just feels weird to me, personally.

also, i've written a few fade to black scenes in other fics, and everytime i even get CLOSE to it i literally have to shut my eyes and look away from the keyboard because i'm just. cringing. idk i feel like whenever i even try to attempt a heavy makeout session it's just...sjdfksjdjkaf

i'm not sure if i'll ever like mention it offhandedly, because to me- idk, it just feels strange? especially in this fic, seeing as they started at fifteen in this universe, and so even though ik that they're nineteen now, it's just... this gut feeling i guess? like, i feel like i'm slightly more comfortably implying sex in fics where they start off at an older age, like, 20+.

and this is 100% not meant to shame authors who do write smut/implied underage sex, like as long as it's safe that's completely fine!! it's just a personal preference, and i feel super awkward writing anything even remotely dirty. like, some aces have this superpower of writing smut but i do not have that, i can barely get kiss scenes to sound naturalSLKDF

but thank you for the ask!! i've been kind of avoiding anything to do with that, so the answer is this: probably not. at most, a few dirty jokes and a brief mention. we'll see if it ever just comes into the fic, but i don't have any plans for it right now!

[theluckywizard]

Get to Know the Fic Writer

Thank you for the tag @leggywillow 🥰 Gosh I think I did this last year? Things have changed a bit!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

43

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 463,350

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In the Shattering of Things (Cullen x f!Trevelyan, Hawke x f!Trevelyan) 141

The Boy Who Talked Too Much (Alistair x f!Cousland) 67

Some Kind of Witchcraft (Cullen x f!Trevelyan) 59

Unvarnished (Blackwall x f!Trevelyan) 57

The Protestations of the Commander's Bed (Cullen x f!Trevelyan) 46

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

Always! Oh man alwayyyys. I am so grateful for anyone who takes that extra moment to share something they liked or a thought that popped into their head. Truly. It's a special kind of reader that leaves comments. They really are the fuel that keep me going! Especially on my long fic I feel like I'm getting to know some of my readers and I love the discussions I've gotten into about my blorbo and her interactions with canon characters. OR just canon characters!

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

Probably Fractures. I wrote it especially for Whumptober and in it Cullen's obsession with Samson led to a throwdown in Emprise that nearly left him dead and Rose is understandably at her wits end with him. They have 'make up sex' that does nothing to resolve any of the feelings of betrayal and abandonment and anger that Rose feels.

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

Probably The Commander, the Tevinter, and a Bottle of Lightning a Cullen & Dorian, Cullen POV fic where Cullen's romance with Rose Trevelyan seems to finally be coming to a head at long last.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Not yet! Probably won't though.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

The closest is maybe vocal dislike of an original character. He's a competing love interest though, so I get it. People have their preferences and want to nudge me a certain way.

9. Do you write smut?

LOLLLL yes. 4 of my top 5 above are explicitly smuts and my long fic has 4 at this point. My friend @nirikeehan says "be the smut you wish to see in the world" so I try to write joyful, consensual, authentic feeling smuts that also capture the awkwardness/silliness/normality of sex. My hope is that someone reading it who isn't quite experienced with this stuff gets to see a really positive, realistic portrayal.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

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

Not yet!

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

I can't show my whole ass in the midst of a multiship long fic, so I will keep quiet on this one 🤐

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

A Splinter of Light (my Rose and Dorian get stranded in the future during In Hushed Whispers Nightmare!AU fic)

15. What are your writing strengths?

Believable dialogue and banter, authentically drawn characters readers can root for, lively descriptions

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

PLOT. It's just always been a struggle for me. World building too. LISTEN. There's a reason I'm writing fan fic LOL. Though I recently got Scapple (from the Scrivener makers) and it has been a game changer! I'm using it for my long fic and my other major WIP Kiss Me Moonstruck right now.

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

I've done it for a few select lines during Wicked Eyes Wicked Hearts, mostly to underscore how bad Hawke is at speaking Orlesian. But generally I will just note when a character is speaking in a new language.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Dragon Age! I stumbled into it a smidge over a year ago (after playing for 9ish years) and love it so much!

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

Cullen/Bethany Hawke

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

Oh man, barring my long fic which is my baby and still in progress it would probably have to be my new Cullen POV fic Thirst that digs into the lead up to his crisis during the Perseverance quest. But Kiss Me Moonstruck is my Hawke x f!Trevelyan MatchmakingMoms!AU WIP set during DA2, Act 2 and mannnn nothing makes me smile and laugh like this fic. I can't wait to publish it!

Tagging @delicatefade, @bluewren, @samseabxrn, @rowanisawriter, @greypetrel, @nirikeehan, @spicywarl0ck, @monocytogenes

[jattendschaton]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you so much @ladyofthenoodle for tagging me! I love being part of things 🥺 <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

On my main account there are 37 publicly posted

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

Main account has 207,377, but if I included the other account and my unpublished stuff it's 280,000+

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Miraculous Ladybug, but I have dabbled in others!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

honestly it was embarrassing to list these out :'):'):')

Out of the Closet Dropping All Pretenses On Open Secret electrify me, i'm dying to burn knowing you

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

Most of the time I do! I dont tend to respond to rude comments anymore and sometimes I dont know what to say, but I try to respond to most comments!! I feel so lucky to receive any of them, I just want the commenter to know how much I appreciate them <3<3 There has been at least one time when I was so overwhelmed with a lovely comment that I never responded because I just liked looking at it so much 🙈 but that person was also a friend of mine so I did express to them privately how much their comment meant to me

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

For published fic, definitely whistle stop. I have written a lot of other angsty stuff though that will never see the light of day </3

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

I feel like after a certain point, they're all kind of equally happy in their endings, but I guess live chat? I dont know though, I really dont tend to reread my fics

8. Do you get hate on fics?

ajskdljkl yes I have gotten hate on fics before

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

Nope!

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

I dont think I've written anything that would classify as a crossover

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I don't think the translation is up anymore but it was like my second or third fic and I was over the moon that someone liked it enough to put in the time to translate it!

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

Not seriously. I've been part of a few projects where we were going to cowrite a fic together that never ended up getting finished and I've set up a document to cowrite a fic with a friend that we never did anything with :/ I'd love to co-write a fic though, I think it's so cool when people collaborate like that!

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

Lovesquare and original ot4 of Alyadrininette <3

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

As far as published works from my main account there are a lot :') but the one that hurts the most is probably Where the Devils Are rip

16. What are your writing strengths?

I don't really have an answer for this!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

asjdjkl if I dwell on this too long I will never write another sentence so I'm also going to skip this one!

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

I think it's really cool when other people who are multilingual do it! I've dropped a word or two in when it felt right, but otherwise I personally stay away from writing it because I lack the knowledge to do it justice. I do sometimes make up languages for magic purposes, though!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First fandom I published fanfic for was Miraculous Ladybug!

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

asjdklf ahhhh I have no response to this because I dont reread my writing. I think probably the closest thing I have to a favorite at any point in time is whichever one I wrote the most recently

tagging: @rosekasa @marimbles @picayunearts @emsylcatac @anna-scribbles @talkstoself (no pressure to anyone tagged if you dont want to do it of course, I'd just always love to see more stuff about your writing!) and anyone else who'd like to participate! I know it can be kind of sad if no one tags you in one of these things and you wanted to do it so just let me know and I will add you <3

[loonysama]

20 questions for writers

Thank you for the tag @thebiwifeonao3!

How many works do you have on AO3? 88

What's your total AO3 word count? 1,090,772

What fandoms do you write for? Mostly Frozen (Kristanna, especially), sometimes crossing over with other Disney movies. I've also written 7 fics for Wednesday (TV), and one or two for Good Witch (TV), The Americans, Beetlejuice, and What We Do in the Shadows. Oh, and a fic about the song, "Brandy."

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Woe is Your Master (Wednesday/Tyler, E)

Cat Scratch Fever (Wednesday/Tyler, T)

Woe is Me (Wednesday/Tyler, E)

Sweet Poison (Wednesday/Tyler, T)

Black Lace on Red (Wednesday/Tyler, E)

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes, I try to! But to be honest, if I get a super long comment or something that needs a long response, I usually put it off because I want to answer with as much effort as the commenter put into it. So sorry to the people whose comments I haven't responded to. Please know that I read them and loved them and will respond as soon as I collect myself from the puddle on the floor.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I've yet to write anything with an unhappy ending. But the closest I got was The Ice King (Hans/Elsa, E). I can't say because it's a spoiler. Let's just say that everyone got what they wanted, but it didn't work out quite the way it was supposed to.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Everything else? I guess if I have to pick one it's She Holds a Candle (Kristoff/Anna and Stephanie (transfemme Sven)/Ryder). I ended up giving Stephanie and Ryder their own chapter because I loved them so much and just wasn't ready to let them go. So Kristoff and Anna ended up together and then Stephanie and Ryder got married at the end. (Y'all know I love Ryder so much that I named my cat after him.)

8. Do you get hate on fics? I have. Mostly on ffn, so I stopped posting there. And I've gotten a little on AO3, too. Mostly it's been from people who don't know what archive warnings and tags are for, or who have contempt for the characters, ships, fandoms, etc. and haven't even read it.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes! Mostly m/f, usually femdom, and sometimes with mild BDSM (mostly bondage)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I did more when I started out, but I don't do it so much anymore. I guess the craziest was Hans/Elsa in an animated Addams Family fusion AU (The Magenta Cravat, T). At one point I was going to write a WednesdayxFrozen AU where Anna was Wednesday's roommate instead of Enid and Elsa was a teacher at Nevermore. There's also the Frozen/Midsommar AU (Elsa/Pelle) which will never happen either. C'est la vie.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don't think so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, a couple of my Wednesday fics were translated into Russian!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic? Yes, but it never saw the light of day. It was with a few other Frozen and Beauty and the Beast writers in the Frozen Hearts Will Melt Discord server (DM me if you want an invite).

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Kristoff/Anna from Frozen.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? All of them? Seriously, though. I've determined that none of my WIPs on AO3 are going to be finished except for Head Over Feet. I'd love to finish The Refugees, All Tied Up, Sophisticated Grace, and Pour Some Sugar on Me, but I don't know if I have it in me. I dunno. Maybe someday.

16. What are your writing strengths? I've been told character dynamics and descriptions of body movements.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Repetitive sentence structure, head hopping. And I have no idea where commas are supposed to go. Every time I think I'm right, my grammar check tells me I'm wrong.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for fic? I generally prefer to write dialogue in English and indicate that it's in another language. I don't want to make the reader do extra work just to find out what happens next. I also want the reader to be in the character's shoes the entire time without even realizing it, and having to read in a language they're not as familiar with can take them out of it. But, at the end of the day, it's a technique and a choice the writer has to make about what's best for the characters and their story.

I wish I knew another language well enough that I could write a whole fic in that language, but alas. I hold writers who write in foreign languages in the highest esteem.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Frozen (Kristoff/Anna)

20. Favourite fic you've written? Pretty Please (Kristoff/Anna, E). I wrote this for @99goosebumps for the 2023 BDSM Exchange. It was so much fun to write, and all the stars aligned with it. Aside from writing some new kinks I loved, I'm really happy with the quality of the fic and I really loved Kristoff and Anna's dynamic in this one. I don't think I've ever gotten it quite as right as I did in that fic. It's definitely not for everyone, but I hope the people who have read it found something they liked there.

Tagging @thefamilybruno @glassslippers-n-cowboyboots @bad-at-names-and-faces @thecassadilla @99goosebumps @paigebstorey @butchbetty! And anyone else who wants to participate.

[mcschnuggles]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

Thank you @agerefandom for the tag!

1.) How many stories do you have on A03? 247 and counting!

2.) What's your total A03 word count? 961k! If all goes well I should break 1 mil by next Regressuary

3.) What fandoms do you write for? It's probably easier to list what I DON'T write for lol. I'll try everything at least once. I don't know at what point that became my brand but now I try to lean into it

4.) Top 5 fics by kudos? The Android Left Behind, Down Came the Building, Gods to the Rescue, Please Don't Take Off My Mask, and A Blessing or a Curse! The sad part is I don't think I like any of them anymore

5.) Do you respond to comments? I try to respond to every one but some definitely slip through the cracks and I feel guilty about it every time

6.) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? That would have to be Queensguard. And yeah I did get rude comments because people didn't read the author's notes

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? If I had to pick one, I guess Taakito? Something about that tentative forgiveness, of moving forward together, has a special place in my heart. Also silly crack pairing. Good for Merle.

8.) Do you get hate on fics? Sometimes but not often. I've been called cringe before, I've been harassed, but most of that is all years ago at this point.

9.) Do you write smut? Absolutely not

10.) Craziest crossover? I don't really write crossovers, so it would have to be the P5/TUA crossover I did a couple years ago

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen? Oh dear what a week that was

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! A couple of my MCU fics were translated into Russian. The translator was very kind :)

13.) Have you co-written a fic before? Stuffkin and I collab on series but that's the closest I've gotten haha. I don't work well with others

14.) All-time favorite ship? Maxie/Archie. It's been 10 years at this point I think I've earned my gold card

15.) What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? I try to finish everything I post so I have a lot of P5 WIPs that I never posted and I can't see myself returning to. A fic about Joker's Palace, the New Mask Strikers fic, 2 vamp au fics, and the Akira and Ren as twin fics will probably never see the light of day :(

16.) What are your writing strengths? Dialogue, I think? And imagery, maybe. I don't really know anymore.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses? I feel like my writing is very rote and repetitive. It's missing something and I still don't know what.

18.) Thoughts on dialogue in another language? I try to avoid it if possible. I just know I can't do it well.

19.) First fandom you wrote in? We don't say its name.

20.) Favorite fic you've written? Oh jeez this is a hard one. I'm kind of in that limbo where I don't like anything I've written, but I guess I like heart of a pokemon, heart of a child best. At least, other people have told me it's good

[fandomscraziness22]

20 Questions for Writers

tagged by @legolasghosty thank you friend!!!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

88!! that's crazy!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

257,528 which is also freaking insane

3. What fandoms do you write for?

lots of different ones! i have the most for julie and the phantoms, but also lockwood and co, the bright sessions, and jurassic world: camp cretaceous/chaos theory. i do have ones for leverage, the flash, the 100, and a few others i think

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

love came crashing in (lco)

Butterflies and Glitter (jatp)

it's like this heart is defenseless (lco)

watching is worse (the second time around) (jatp)

stand up when it's all crashing down (pjo)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! i used to be much better at always responding, but now i can't always muster up the energy to do it

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

literally all of them???? uhhhhh for jatp i've killed just about everyone but the most unmentionable ones are learn to live with the unimaginable (carlos) and i miss the days when (luke survives). for lockwood it's probs but the wolves came and went (and we're still standing) aka my torture fic. one of my personal favs is my flash fic, Betrayal (Or, how he finds out) ALSO ALMOST FORGOT i thought i was innocent (but there is blood all on my hands) for bright sessions!!

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

i do happen to have some fluff fics!!! you are alive. is one of my favs of my jatp ones, and what a glorious feeling (i'm happy again) for lockwood. also shoutout to i need you like water for my happy green boys kissing in the rain

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nope! i think i maybe sorta did once, but i just screenshotted it to share with my friends and laugh about it lol

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

no, but im not opposed to someday doing it. the closest i've gotten is i hate you i love you (i hate that i want you) for bright sessions or what a glorious feeling for locklyle

10. Do you write crossovers?

i sorta did once, but that fic is abandoned. i tend to do more of aus "just the one scene" combining my fav things, but not really crossovers

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, though i wouldn't be opposed!

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

yes! me and @anthonyjlockwood have our club au series for jatp, and then our green boys fluff come meet me at the end of the (cereal) aisle

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

oh i cannot ever pick!!! percabeth is a childhood fav, elias/laia from an ember in the ashes (my favorite book of all time), bellarke (i refuse to believe rothenburg on that), juke and locklyle and green boys and nahri/ali from the daveabad trilogy (i love them)

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

joan helps caleb actually!!! i wanted to change how college tapes went, but idk if it's gonna happen. i just want joan to set caleb straight lol

16. What are your writing strengths?

physical injuries/angst is what i'm best at! also comign up with teh most niche of au ideas but only for one scene and nothing else lol

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i wish i could write flowery language and amazing metaphors, but alas, i cannot

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

i've only really done it for jatp which i feel like was what everyone was doing in that era? idk, i try not to do it too often. tho i do still really want to include sign language into a fic because i actually know that

19. First fandom you wrote for?

the 100, though i wrote some of my own stuff for Lost and Narnia before that

20. Favorite fic you've written?

can't pick, and i've mentioned a lot fo my favs already. i'll give a shoutout to i know where i belong, my leverage parker happy feels fic, and i keep getting better at slowly getting worse my habor crest fic for caleb and mark!

tagging @sabetha and @anthonyjlockwood and anyone else who wants to do it!