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resflower · 2 years ago

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This is the link to Burnt Into My Skin which is finally complete! And below, is an alternative ending that I wrote but ultimately decided didn't work for this story. It is however some of the fluffiest work I have ever written so I thought folks might want to take a gander. If you'd like to see where it fits in, it is the latter half of Chapter 7 in what became the finished product. Please be kind because this is an UNEDITED ROUGH DRAFT.

(Alternative Ending)

"I had a great time tonight." Adora is sitting in Catra's car, her feet hurt from dancing.

"Me too." Catra grabs her hand, lacing their fingers together as they pull up to Adora's house.

"Do you want to come to my house? We can have a night cap?" Adora suggests.

"Yeah 'Dora? A night cap? You haven't even let me kiss you yet." Catra's tone is suggestive as she waggles her eyebrows.

"I'm just not ready for the night to end." Adora admits. Catra melts into the leather car seat.

"How can you just say shit like that." Catra mutters, trying to hide the blush on her face.

"Yeah blondie let's have a night cap." They walk into Adora's house with minimal fuss.

"You can take a look around while I look for something for us to drink." Adora says as she heads towards the kitchen.

"You are going to regret giving me permission to snoop." Catra says gleefully as she theatrically opens a random drawer.

"I don't have anything to hide Cat." Adora calls from the kitchen, laughing at Catra’s antics.

Adora is rooting through her liquor cabinet looking for a fancy after dinner Micah and Angella gifted her last year when she hears Catra's voice calling for her.

"Adora is that you?" Catra's voice sounds strangled. Weird. Adora leaves the kitchen to see what has Catra upset.

Catra is standing over by some of the pictures Adora has framed on her walls. She can't imagine what would be upsetting there.

Adora peers over Catra's shoulder to see what she is looking at. She smiles at the picture of her with a baby Angel, just shy of his second birthday.

"Hmm, yeah me at the beach. That was Angel's first time. You should have seen how cute he was running about in the sand."

"Is that—that your soul mark?" She pointed to the abstract heart that looked tattooed onto her left shoulder.

"Yeah Cat. You'd never seen it before?" Adora racks her brain for a time where she actually showed Catra her soul mark and came to a blank.

"No no—I would have remembered it." Catra looks about to pass out and Adora starts to feel panicky. She doesn't want the mention of soul marks or soulmates to ruin her date with Catra.

"Cat what is it? Are you worried about my soulmate, we can talk about—"

Catra interrupts her. "Adora that's—that's my soul mark." Catra looks breathless as her eyes bore into Adora.

"You're soul mark? No Cat that's my soul mark, it's literally on me." Catra is busy scrolling through her phone and pulls up an older picture of her and Scorpia. There on her left shoulder, an identical replica of Adora's soul mark.

"Oh. Oh Stars. So you're—you're my—?" Adora tries to catch up with what is happening.

"Yeah. I am." Catra whispers, looking up at Adora. Adora feels tears running down her face as a sob tears through her.

"Adora why are you crying? Are you disappointed? If you want me to go-" Catra's voice trembles. That snaps Adora out of it.

"No, no, no, Cat." Adora almost chants. Adora pulls Catra into a hug positively crushing Catra into her chest. "You being my soulmate is the single most fantastic thing I've ever heard." Adora feels her body shaking as she looks down at Catra.

The relief on Catra's face was palpable. "You aren't afraid?" Catra asks tentatively.

Adora shakes her head quickly. "Maybe I would have been afraid if I had known when we met. But now? How could I be afraid of my soulmate if it's you." Adora presses her forehead onto Catra's leaning down to get closer to her.

"You know, I looked for my soul mark on your shoulder the night we met." Adora confesses.

"I felt so dumb at the time, but I guess a part of me knew even then." Catra stutters a laugh.

"You cannot possibly say something that romantic and not kiss me." Catra looks at Adora with hooded eyes.

"Kiss me then." Catra gently holds Adora's jaw and closes the distance between them.

Adora has never felt so moved by a simple kiss. It tastes like salt from their tears and something else that's uniquely Catra. It feels like she was always meant to do this with Catra, any former kiss a facsimile of the real thing. Adora sighs into the kiss.

Suddenly, Adora feels her shoulder start to warm, like a beam of welcome sunshine focused in on it.

They break apart, Catra frowning at her shoulder as she pulls up to look at it. And something incredible happened. Catra's soul mark is back on her shoulder.

Seeing her soul mark—their soul mark—on Catra's skin left Adora speechless.

"How—it was gone!" Catra is looking at her left shoulder in confusion. She glances up and her eyes catch sight of the soul mark on Adora. She looks dumbstruck.

"Wow." Catra whispers, eyes never leaving Adora.

"Yeah." Adora breathes back. Adora places a kiss on Catra's shoulder and it feels like her skin crackles under Adora’s touch. Catra's darken and her breath goes ragged.

"Adora, I'm not leaving your house tonight." Catra says as she wraps her arms around Adora's neck. Adora quickly nods and pulls Catra up by her thighs, encouraging her to wrap her legs around her.

"You aren't going anywhere." Adora agrees as she kisses Catra's jaw. She was going to kiss every inch of Catra she could reach and then some.

#spop fanfic #fanfiction #catradora #gay love #fanfic #shera fanfic #she ra fanfic #catradora fanfic

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judas-is-so-so-silly · 1 year ago

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jude.. could i get a short prompt for a lactose intolerant reader and primo, because i made bad choices and am now suffering 🫶 ily

Yes sir I'm also lactose intolerant and this sounds so cute

Literally the fluffiest shit I've ever written under the cut

Mentions of being in the bathroom and tummy troubles ofc. Also reader is described as a dude

Primo loved children and had made it a point to always have at least a handful of candy for little ones around the Ministry, he would call children to him and place one in their palm and curl their fingers around it like it was a treasure to be protected. The smiles that would spread across their chubby faces warmed his heart, he even used his little candies to flirt on special occasions.

He remembered seeing you waltz through the Ministry doors like it was yesterday and of course he was caught in a predicament. He had knelt down to gift one of his candies to a little boy who had been crying and when he tottled off, Primo was very much stuck on his knees. He groaned and grunted as he tried to force his feet under him and from across the foyer you saw him and immediately your heart was racing. He was adorable, trying so hard to be strong when he obviously needed help. You realized you were staring at the poor old man who needed help, and that staring was doing nothing.

"Papa! Let me help you!" A sweet voice echoed across the marble, Primo looked up to see a young man rushing to his side. The old man chuckled and offered his hand,

"Grazie, fratellino." He grunted as you pulled him up, his hand was warm and calloused against your own. When Primos eyes met yours he was spellbound as he simply offered you a small candy;

He's remained spellbound, even now as you whine to him through the bathroom door about your tummy issues. His smile remains as he hums back to you,

"Mio fiore, you will be fine. Maybe you should not eat the cheesecake next time you are offered, though." Your groan tugged at his heart strings as much as it made him laugh, he knew you were in pain but satanas you somehow remained to be adorable.

"But it's so good, I even took my meds!" Ah yes, your little pills. When you mentioned how milk caused you so much anguish he began carrying them around too, he would always offer them when he saw something with dairy on your plate. You found it sweet, how he made sure you felt your best.

"I know, fiore, I know, but you know I dont like seeing," he paused, remembering how you made a beeline to your shared cottage only a couple minutes after destroying 3 entire slices of the dessert. He chuckled, "well, hearing you like this."

You chuckled back, finally starting to feel the pains melt away. "I'll consider it, is that good enough?"

"For now, I'll take it." The sound of you shuffling around quickly followed by the door swinging open and you falling into your Papas arms. He noticed your tired smile as he held you, his hand slid into your hair as he kissed your forehead.

"Thank you, Papa."

"Hm. None of that," Primo slid his hand down to your chin and tilted your face up to meet his gaze before kissing you so gently you barely felt it. You couldn't keep the whine in when he pulled away, but his mismatched eyes were so full of adoration words escaped you. "To you, mio fiore, I am Primo. And only Primo." You scoffed,

"Even when you ask me to call you Papa, when you look all sexy and mean?" You smirk up at him and he considers you for a moment before scoffing back at you,

"Maybe just then."

#hope you like it victor!!!#this was rlly fun to write :)#not proofread btw

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sanjuwrites · 2 years ago

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i'm apparently doing this thing where i just give into my deepest impulses and write literally whatever comes to mind, and it'll either give birth to the fluffiest shit I've ever written (coming tomorrow - keep an eye out) or the angstiest thing I've ever written

it's a flip of a coin at this point

anyway i'm posting a future tarlos slice of life tomorrow so keep an eye out!

#sanjuwrites #sanju speaks into the void #tarlos #911 lone star fanfiction #tarlos fanfic

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notsuchasecret · 1 year ago

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20 Q's for Fic Writers

I don't think @oloreandil meant to tag me but I'm doing it anyway!

1 - How many works do you have on ao3?

215. I had a huge head start when I did one ficlet a day in 2015, but not all 365 of those made it onto Ao3 (and a few of them were chapters added to other fics.

2 - What's your total ao3 word count?

1,022,445. I'm so sad I didn't even notice when I went over a million on there! But upon checking it looks like it was during my posting for the HQ Monsterlovers Big Bang, so that's not surprising.

3 - What fandoms do you write for?

I mainly write for Haikyuu!!, but I started with Free!. I've also written for the MCU once or twice and VLD once, but I think there's only one of those ones on Ao3.

4 - What are your top five fics by kudos?

Fool's Gold, Curiosity Killed the Cat (and Satisfaction Brought it Back) , both of which surprised me, Growing Old in Mediocrity, which I seriously thought would be number one, Those Who Wander, and Brave.

5 - Do you respond to comments?

Honestly, no. I feel bad about it and I hate it, but I don't do it. I get so anxious that I'm going to somehow offend someone, or about what I'm going to say, and just. Ugh.

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

Four Christmases That Totally Sucked (And One That Kind of Didn't) is the only fic I have left up that's just straight angst. I have a lot of hurt/comfort, but pretty much everything I write has a happy ending in one form or another. There is one other fic that exists only if you know where to find it here on tumblr that I deleted all the links to because I got literal death threats over the sad ending and I'm not playing that game with y'all.

7 - What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

This one depends on your definition of happy ending. Like I said pretty much all of my fics have a happy ending because of who I am as a person, but some of them require more work to get to than others. the best revenge (you are a life well lived) is by far the one that fits this question the best. Not only did the characters have to work hard for that happy ending, but I did too. To this day when I'm feeling trapped in a PTSD spiral, I can often point at that fic to remind myself that there is a way out, and that there is a life beyond the lowest point. Those few of you who know just how much I was going through leading up to posting this fic, including the night of posting it, y'all know exactly how much that means to me.

8 - Do you get hate on fics?

I have, but not in a long time. The thing is, I'm kind of an oblivious moron, sitting happily in my little corner of the sandbox and making the blorbos kiss. I do know there had been hate about me that I never even noticed, but the only hate I actually saw was back in 2015, so I'm glad about that.

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

I have been told I write the fluffiest smut on the face of the planet, which is hilarious considering that most of what I write is also pretty kinky. I've been in the sex industry in one form or another for a few years now, mostly on the retail side, and I know some crazy shit, and it's kind of a special interest now. So erotica and smut are my bread and butter, but even when there are chains and whips and chastity devices, there's also a lot of love and aftercare and fluffy, schmoopy, cuddly grossness.

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

Crossovers just kind of... pop out of me. None of them are crazy imo... most of them are Haikyuu!! and Free!, though I'm pretty sure there have been some knb kids as well.

11 - Have you ever had a fic stolen?

It was the funniest thing, my longest fic, the one I'm most proud of, was snatched and put up on Amazon for sale. It was a huge thing, so I wasn't the only author scraped, but let me tell you seeing my gay anime magic au fanfiction sold as an actual book with no changes to even the title or the description or character names still gives me a bit of a giggle.

12 - What's the longest you've spent working on one fic? And the shortest?

the best revenge objectively shouldn't have taken me over two years to write, but when you factor in all the life shit that happened to produce that fic, yes it should have. Prior to that, I spent 10 months or so writing The Anatomy of an Eternity and I'm so proud of how it turned out and have spent the last, oh god, six years chasing that high.

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

One time a co-written fic just fell out of @ezzydean and I like an egg we didn't realize we were laying. Just. Plop! Ezzy re-formatted our chat log into jagged pieces and Feathers on the windowsill and to this day I don't know how it happened.

14 - What's your all-time favorite ship? From all fandoms?

I feel like it's unfair to say SakuAtsu considering I have posted exactly one (1) fic of them, but y'all have no idea how badly these to assholes have taken over my life. I had to give them their own section in my 4thewords writing organization. I hate them so much someone stop them.

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

There's a running joke that's not actually a joke about "the fanfic I will never publish". It's currently over 100k long and I doubt it'll ever see the light of day. I would also like to finish How Many Crows Does it Take to Screw In a Lightbulb but I don't know if I can finish it as is or if I need to tear it down and start all over since the timeskip.

16 - What are your writing strengths?

I've been told my characterization is gold, and I'm not discounting that. I think that I'm also just really good at Putting Dudes Into Situations. Since I am, as mentioned, sitting in a sandbox and making the blorbos kiss, that's really what writing fic is to me. I just wanna see what happens to these characters if I stick them in different combinations. I wanna see if they maintain the same basic form when they're not playing volleyball, but are instead navigating the faerie court, or in a magic college, or sailing on pirate ships. How much does environment change who we are and how much is it intrinsic to ourselves?

17 - What are your writing weaknesses?

Shiny Object Syndrome. I see a fun new AU and I have to physically restrain myself from chasing it down a rabbit hole and ignoring the sixteen other projects I have going on.

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

Since I'm an Anglophone I don't know how much of a leg I have to stand on in this question. That said, I do believe there are certain things that can't be expressed outside of their native language. That said, I don't think it's my place as a white USAmerican to try and tell stories about what it's like to be xyz other race/culture/experience that I simply don't have access to. I do use Japanese terms in-prose for certain things. Genkan and Engawa are the most prominent things I can think of, since most English-speaking cultures don't really have equivalents in our own homes. Lines of dialog in other cultures are an interesting thing that I tend to avoid specifically because I don't know how to do it well in most of the languages that would make sense for what I'm writing (I speak enough Spanish to pass for a precocious pre-schooler, and I have a decent amount of Latin and Irish under my belt, but none of those really have a chance to come up in what I write, unfortunately).

19 - First fandom you wrote for?

Free!. The very first ficlet posted on this tumblr account was written January 1, 2015, and it was the very first piece of fanfic I ever wrote. Because I'm insane like that.

20 - Favourite fic you've written?

I love most of my children equally. That said, the best revenge (you are a life well lived), The Anatomy of an Eternity, and Rowan Berries, Iron, and Other School Supplies all have a very special place in my heart.

I'm not gonna tag anyone directly but if anyone does it from seeing this, please tag me so I can read!

#Life of a Ro

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lesbianwyllravengard · 1 year ago

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Literally the fluffiest shit I've ever written it makes me sick (affectionate)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy/Luis Serra, Background Claire Redfield/Jill Valentine Summary:

Leon cupped Luis’s face with his free hand and leaned in, capturing Luis’s lips with his own as easy as breathing. Luis fell into him, and Leon made sure he had a secure grasp on the ring Luis had given him before wrapping his arms around Luis. They tasted each other’s lips for a while, slowly and tenderly, breathing each other in. Leon felt his soul unravel at Luis’s touch, and Luis lovingly held him back together, became a part of Leon. He truly couldn’t live without him.

It’s Luis and Leon’s second Christmas together, and they’re both excited for more to come. Especially since this year, they each have a very special gift in mind; and plenty of mistletoe to go around.

Hi hi hi!! I got the incredible @wisecrackingeric-2 for the serennedy secret santa!!! I’m so lucky hejsfhjhfsf. Eric I love you so much, and I hope you enjoy this suuuuuper fluffy fic in these trying times <333

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this-do-be-therapeutic · 2 years ago

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Like Me Again

Eddie Munson x FReader

Summary: Everything is going swimmingly with Eddie. I could not be happier. But one day, everything just takes a turn for the worse. Angst, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 3,883

A/N: Heyyyyyy. I'm going through some good ol' life shit, abandonment issues for the win, am I right? So I'm sorry if this is a mess and not well done, I was literally sobbing while writing this. Also, the reader has a good relationship with her father, I'm sorry if that seems unrealistic. I just like my dad and refuse to write anything about a bad dad.

This is the longest thing I've ever written. I'm not very proud of it, but I hope you enjoy. <3

Eddie and I have been dating for just a little over 3 months now and everything is going great. We have movie nights every single week on Friday at his house. We have a going out date every other week on Wednesday. We even have some spontaneous dates every now and then. I stay out of his Hellfire stuff because I simply don’t understand D&D. And we’re obviously together every day during lunch. Which is where we’re at now, lunch on Friday.

I land in the seat next to him with a bit of a huff, exhausted from my last period. I place my chin on his shoulder, excited to see him. “Hi Eddie Bear.”

He gives me a small smile and pats my head before wrapping his arm around my shoulders. “Hey sweetheart. Boring class?”

“Ugh, yes. We were working on rhetorical analysis. I don’t understand it at all.” He chuckles a little and gives me a little kiss on the lips. He then feeds me the food that I brought with me, understanding that I simply could not be bothered.

“Are you excited for movie night tonight?” He asks me.

“You know I am. What are we watching tonight?”

“The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2.”

“Noooooo, you know how I am with horror movies!”

Eddie gives me a big toothy grin. “That’s exactly why we watch them. It’s fun when you have to hide in me. And then you have to stay the night because you’re too scared to go home.”

I give him the biggest pout I could muster. “You just like it when I suffer.”

He laughs out loud, “You know I do!”

That night I head over to his house already wearing my comfy pajamas and my fluffiest blanket- it’s Eddie’s favorite to cuddle under. Before I can even knock on the door, Eddie is opening it, having heard my car.

I just have to stare at his glorious countenance, thinking about how lucky I got to be with such a handsome and cute man, his big brown eyes always carrying such love and kindness for me. His smiles that never seem to not light up a room. And it’s all mine.

After staring at him for just a little longer, I realize he’s trying to get my attention and give him a smile. “Are you okay? You’ve been staring at me in silence for 30 seconds.”

“Yeah. I’m wonderful. Just thinking about how much I love you and ow lucky I am.”

Eddie practically melts at that, looking down with a huge smile trying to hide his blush. “You’re just trying to butter me up so we don’t have to watch the scary movie, aren’t you Princess?”

I bite my lip with a little shake of my head. “Maybe.”

He grabs my arm and pulls me close, holding me against his body. “It’s not going to work. I’ve learned of your temptress ways.” We both laugh a little as he wraps his arm around me, shutting the door at the same time. Eddie places a quick kiss on the top of my head before muttering, “I love you, too.” That’s always been my favorite thing to hear from him.

We head over to the couch and set up everything we’ll need for our movie session, popcorn, skittles, m&ms, all the good stuff.

After the movie is over, I’m clinging to Eddie with my entire being, my arms wrapped around one of his and my legs wrapped tight around his hips. He plays with the ends of my hair as he laughs at me. “Come on baby girl, it wasn’t that bad.”

I turn my head to look at him with a small glare and pout, which just makes him laugh harder at my predicament. “Yes it was. It was awful. I can’t believe you made me watch that.

Eddie simply shakes his head and picks me up- I refuse to place my feet on the floor when I’m scared. The monsters might be under ALL of the furniture- and takes me to his bed to sleep. He wraps his arms around me just as tight as my legs are around him, kissing the top of my head before whispering a sweet and gentle goodnight.

In the morning, he sends me off with a full belly of eggs, toast, and apple juice, along with a kiss and a request that I call him when I get home so he knows I’m safe. Which I do, of course. It ends up being a 3 hour phone call before my mom gets mad and makes me get off so she can talk to one of her friends about a lunch they’re having.

Monday morning, Eddie comes to pick me up for school. He comes and knocks on my door, doesn’t give me a kiss on the head for some reason, opens the van door for me and drives us to school.

“Hey Eddie Bear. How’d you sleep?”

“Good.” He lets out a sigh having to answer that simple question. He would usually tell me about how he would have slept much better if I were with him, or tell me about a crazy dream that he had. But he probably just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, we all have those days.

“Did you have any fun dreams?”

“No.”

The rest of the car ride is spent in an uncomfortable silence.

When we get to school, he comes and opens my door for me and offers his hand to help me out. I take it and go to hold it after I’m down, but he just pulls his hand away from me. He doesn’t talk to me for the rest of the morning, just brushing off every comment I make in attempt for conversation.

When lunch comes around, I come and sit in my chair, trying to be more cheerful than usual for his sake, and rest my head on his shoulder, but he moves to get me off. “Hey Eddie Bear.”

“Hey.”

“How was class?”

“Same as usual.”

I nod and look at him. “Can you look at me for a second?” He does. His lips are set in a stiff line and his eyes still hold the same loving look in them, but with a feeling that I don’t quite understand. “Are you okay?”

He nods and goes back to staring at the table, not even touching his lunch. I can tell something’s wrong, but I trust he’ll tell me when he’s ready. We agreed to never hide something that is bugging us from the other, deciding that communication is one of the biggest and most important parts of our relationship.

After school, I get the same treatment as I did this morning. He walks me to my door and is about to walk away when I grab his hand. “Eddie, do you want to come in? Talk?” He shakes his head and continues to stare at the ground. “Okay, I love you. I hope tomorrow is better.” He simply nods before leaving me. I watch him get in his van and drive away before I head inside.

When I get to my bed is when my brain starts working in overdrive, thinking about every piece of our interaction today and on Friday. Everything seemed normal and perfect on Friday. What did I do wrong?

Am I too annoying?

Am I too clingy?

Is he tired of me?

Is he cheating on me and that’s why he looked so off and maybe guilty during lunch?

I can feel the tears want to start running, but I hold them back. No, I know he loves me. He would never do anything to hurt me. He tells me all the time that I am the light of his life. But what the hell is going on?

This continues on Tuesday. But when I come to lunch today, Eddie’s interacting happily with the boys and I feel the pain in my chest lighten slightly. He’s finally in a better mood. It was just a fluke.

However, when I sit down and try to hold his hand, he goes quiet and quickly moves his hand out of the way. I close my fist and shake it a little before pulling it back into my own lap.

“Hey guys, hey Eddie Bear. What were you talking about?” I look to Eddie to answer my question, but it’s Gareth who speaks up.

“We were just talking about how epic the last campaign was and how excited we are for the one tonight,” He speaks animatedly, something that Eddie does, did, a lot, too.

That makes me smile, happy that Eddie is still doing something he’s passionate about while he’s going through such a hard time. “That’s awesome! Do you think I could maybe come and watch tonight? I’ve been kind of curious how your campaigns go.”

Eddie is quickly shaking his head. “No, you wouldn’t understand anything that’s going on.”

“Oh, um, okay. Sorry.” Did he just call me dumb? I mean, I might not understand what’s going on, but there’s always the possibility that I might. My heart sinks a little. Eddie has never said anything to me that could be rude. Ever.

I space out for the rest of the lunch period, thinking about what Eddie just said, and how he’s been acting. Maybe he thinks I’m just too dumb to be his girlfriend. I have pretty average grades, but I don’t have much street smarts, I guess.

Maybe I just need to learn about it on my own, then I can impress him and maybe try to either make my own character or even my own campaign! I can even ask my dad- who started playing a couple years ago with a few of his buddies- for help!

I smile a little before the bell rings, blow Eddie a quick kiss and head off to my next period with a pep in my step.

When Eddie drives me home, I go in and raid my dad’s stack of D&D books in the corner of our dining room, reading through everything and taking notes.

The next day when Eddie cancels our Wednesday date to do who knows what, I’m not as disappointed as I imagined I would be, just excited to get back to learning about the things that my boyfriend is passionate about.

The treatment continues all through to Friday. When I sit down for lunch, I turn my entire body to face Eddie.

“Hey Eddie Bear, so I’ve been thinking about our movie date tonight. I kind of want to just talk to you instead of watch the movie. I’ve been working on something I think you’ll absolutely love.”

He won’t even make eye contact with me as he says, “Um, sure. I guess we can do that.” As the days have been going on, Eddie has been looking less and less frustrated. At least with everyone else. It hurts, but I’m going to make everything better tonight, I just know it.

So when I show up that night with my pajamas- and both a character sheet and a fun campaign that my dad helped with- in my backpack instead of wearing them, I’m literally dancing around as I wait for Eddie to open the door after I knock.

When he does, I launch myself into his arms, hugging him as tight as I can, and he just holds his arms up in the air, as if hugging me back might hurt him. So I let him go and go sit on his couch. “Hey Eddie Bear! Are you ready to have your socks absolutely blown off?”

He scratches at the back of his head and looks down at his feet, mumbling a little, “I’m not wearing socks,” which is the closest to a real conversation I’ve had with all week, so I giggle for a good five seconds before I get a hold of myself.

“Okay, well I’m about to blow your mind. At least I hope so.” I pull out all the papers that I had carefully placed in a little folder to present them to him.

“What is this?” He takes it and flips through the first few pages not really looking at them.

“Well,” I start, drawing out the l, “I know I haven’t exactly been the best girlfriend and haven’t been showing an interest in your favorite game, so I did a bunch of research and made my own character! I even had my dad help me write a campaign!” He plops down on the recliner next to the couch as he starts actually reading through it.

When he finishes, he clears his throat and says, “This is sweet and I appreciate the thought, but I still don’t think you would understand anything that happens in the game.”

I deflate only a little. “But that’s the great part, my dad agreed to help me learn everything about it! He and his friends are starting a new campaign soon and they’re going to make it a little easier for me to learn, so I can finally come play with you!”

He runs his hand over his face in exasperation with a small groan. “But I don’t want you to come play with us, alright? You happy? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

Now that’s what deflates me completely. My face falls and I feel my tears threatening to come back, but I refuse to cry over something like this. OF course, he wouldn’t want me to come play with them. This is something he does with his friends, we spend enough time together. “Oh, um, I’m sorry for overstepping. I understand why you wouldn’t want me to play with you guys.” Eddie just looks at me in silence, not giving away anything he’s thinking about through his expression.

“Do you,” I start, my voice cracking so I clear my throat, “do you think we could maybe watch a movie now?”

“You said you didn’t want to watch one, so I didn’t rent one.” He is continuing to be very short with me.

“Oh, can I still spend the night though?”

“I think it would be best if you left, honestly.”

I officially feel a tear slide down my cheek as I nod and stand up. “Okay, I love you. I’m sorry I upset you.” I pick up my stupid papers and shove them in my backpack before leaving. I take a glance back at him before I leave. He’s sitting with a hand over his mouth, his leg bouncing as he stares at the wall away from me.

When I get home, I immediately run to my room, sobbing silently into my pillow, hoping nobody else in the house can hear me.

As I lie there, I think about other ways that I could try to be a better girlfriend, what else I can do to make him like me again.

I spend the rest of the weekend trying to hide my hurt feelings from my family and not looking forward to Monday.

On Sunday night, Eddie calls. He tells me he can’t give me a ride to school tomorrow. Which is fine, I can’t bear to continue to be a disappointment to him.

I don’t sit with the group during lunch. I go to the library, still trying to figure out what I can do to appeal to my boyfriend once more.

When I first walk in, I take a look at the bulletin board, and suddenly a lightbulb goes off. Sitting in the middle of the board is a flyer to Corroded Coffin’s performance at the Hideout every Saturday night. Of course! Eddie and I don’t share much of an interest in music, but I can learn to love it! I can feel my spirit start to return.

As soon as school lets out, I run to the music store. I go through the cassettes and do my best to remember the bands that Eddie loves, and buy every one that I can find.

I continue to not sit with the boys at lunch, instead I sit in the library listening to as much metal music as I can. I do the same when I’m at home and even in my car. And on Friday, after Eddie finds me to tell me that he can’t watch a movie with me tonight, I go shopping for a more metal outfit that I can wear to his show tomorrow. I end up with a black tank and a black ripped skinny jeans, finding some chains that match Eddie’s, loving the fact that I’ll get to match my sexy boyfriend.

When I show up to the Hideout, Corroded Coffin is already set up and on stage, about ready to start their performance. I look around and find some other metalheads, a few of them girls, and a few drunk dudes strewn about the joint.

Eddie starts playing a song I don’t recognize, and he looks completely in his element. I imagine it’s similar to how he looks when he is playing D&D, and it just makes me fall deeper in love with him.

When he starts singing, I can’t help but cheer along with all the other metals, remembering all those nights that Eddie would sing my favorite songs to me after we would watch a horror movie to help calm me down.

When the song ends he takes a hold of the microphone to speak, “This next one goes out to my favorite fan,” he must have seen me! I’m so glad I put in the extra effort to be here. “Bethany.” Then a slower song starts, and I immediately recognize it as a song that he always sang to me.

I look at the other girls and can tell which one is Bethany. All the other ones are looking at her and giving her knowing looks.

When I look up, I see Eddie looking right at her, playing and singing for her. So I leave.

When I make it to my car, I slam my forehead into the steering wheel with a scream before I start sobbing into the silence. I rip off the ugly chain that was supposed to match him, not caring that it ripped the belt loops on my pants. Rub at the makeup I put on to match the other girls and come to a decision.

I have to end things with Edie.

He made it pretty obvious that things were over between us, he just didn’t have the balls to do the messy breakup thing. So I’ll do it for him. On Monday.

On Monday, I get to school before Eddie does, and I leave a note in his locker asking to meet up at the spot in the woods after school. If he thinks it’s for a drug deal, he won’t back out. He needs all the money he can get to take Bethany out on nice dates like he did me.

After school, I let him get to the spot first, that way he won’t have a chance to see me and run.

When I get there, I call out to him. He turns and his eyes widen as he stiffens. My heart tightens as I look at him, still absolutely in love with him.

“Edward.” He winces. I never use his legal name.

“Y/N. What’s going on?”

“Nothing. Just decided I could show some mercy on you and do this for you. We’re over. I can’t do this anymore.”

His brows furrow. “Do this for me? Sweetheart, do you think I want to break up with you?”

“You’ve made it pretty damn obvious. Especially on Saturday night when you dedicated a song to another girl.”

“You came to my show?”

“Yes, Eddie! I came to your show! Like I should have the whole time, because that’s what a good girlfriend would do! I’m sorry I’m such a shitty girlfriend and I didn’t support you as much as I should have.” My emotions are starting to pour over once again as I feel my throat tighten and hear my voice break. “I’m so sorry I drove you away. I didn’t mean to. I just wish you could have told me before you decided I wasn’t worth it anymore. I would do anything to make you happy.” At this point the tears flowing hot and free. I can’t even see Eddie from how my eyes are watering.

I’m shocked when he pulls me into him, burying his face in my hair. “Baby girl, you are not a bad girlfriend. Shit,” I hear his voice break now too. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that, I’m so sorry. I don’t want to break up. I just got so scared.”

“W-Why would you get scared?”

“After you told me that you were thinking about how lucky you are, it got me thinking. About how you could do so much better. And I thought that if you looked at me long enough you’d realize that and just leave me. So I shut down and shut you out. I’m so sorry.” He starts rocking us back and forth.

“B-But I love you so much,” a whole new wave of tears starts pouring down my face as I think about how much I really do. “You’re the best boyfriend I could ever have. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I thought you were getting tired of me because I wasn’t interested in all the stuff you are.”

“Is that why you learned about D&D? Because you wanted me to like you?” I nod. “And why you came to my show on Saturday?”

“Mhm. Even bought a whole new outfit to match you and everything.”

“Oh baby girl, I’m so sorry you felt like that.” He kisses the top of my head again. “I promise I love you. I could never get tired of you.”

“So,” I sniffle, “who’s Bethany and why did you sing that song to her? I thought that was only for me.”

“Bethany is our biggest supporter. She gave us large donations after our first performance so we could get new instruments. And she specifically requested that song. Some of our audience likes more boring music like you.”

“Hey!” I pull out of his embrace to smack his arm. “Not cool man.” He laughs and cups both my cheeks to give me a gentle kiss, the first one in so long.

When we pull away, we both have huge smiles, and when I look in his eyes, I can see the love he has for me back in his eyes. “So is she still your favorite fan?”

“Not if you’re a fan, Princess.” He messes up my hair but I don’t care.

“Of course I’m a fan. My boyfriend is rocking on a super cool guitar and singing sexy metal music. Which I listened a bunch to and actually really enjoyed.

He lights up even more at that. “Really?” I nod. “That’s awesome! But now I kind of want to see the outfit you bought just for me.”

I grab his hand and drag him back to our cars, “Right this way, Eddie Bear.”

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie munson angst #Eddie angst #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things angst #Eddie Munson x femreader

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MAK!! SUNSHINE OF MY LIFE! BIRDSONG OF MY MORNING! YOU'VE WRITTEN THE PERFECT FIC THAT IS EVERYTHING I'VE EVER WANTED !!

Literally I was crying by the fourth paragraph while you described the Domestic Life of cap!Sam and handyman!Bucky cause that is just so soft and it's all the happiness that they deserve. By Sam's first line of dialogue I knew I was dONE FOR and this fic would steal my whole heart !!! I loved the scene at the farmer's market it was so wholesome and domestic and just :') our boys :') AND THEN Sam called Bucky "peanutbutter cup" and I AAAWWWWWWW'd at my phone. Then *suspenseful music* Sam got home without at text from Bucky and when Bucky says he no shit ran into a piece of plywood I burst out laughing and thEN it just got better cause it was a "battle wound for the sake of my beloved" :') Bucky's such a drama queen and Sam just laying on all the foodie petnames like "my poor raspberry toaster strudel" !! You don't know what you've done to my heart. I've melted to a puddle of goo. Your fic is wonderful and I JUST LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT !!!!!!!!

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that ask you sent was perfect bc it meant i had an excuse to write the fluffiest piece of southern fanfic of all time lmao!!!!! i was writing the little old ladies and i was like “finally i get to write a fic the way i talk to people irl” agdkahdjahsja

also i will hold forever that bucky is very intelligent and generally capable but he’s also the biggest dumbass in the world. man can built a treehouse but he would ABSOLUTELY black his eye in the middle of it by not paying attention agdkahsjs

#whothehellisbuckles #🐝#ask #otp: i’m coming with you #marvel

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beskarberry · 3 years ago

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Thanks for the tag darling!

1. How many works do you have on Tumblr?

2. What are your top 5 fics by notes?

Blue Orchid

All That Glitters

Bargaining with Beskar

Kudzu

Solisequious

Some chapters of the longer fics have more notes though than the starting chapters, such as Garden of Ishtar, which is ch9 of Bargaining but has more notes than the rest of the story lol

3. What’s your total Tumblr word count?

242997 according to Ao3

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

I really try to! It's easier for me to reblog comments here than it is to reply to them on Ao3, but I love each and every comment I get! Sometimes my social anxiety gets the better of me though and I end up feeling weird replying to a late message, but I see you and I love you so much!!!

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

I guess All That Glitters has the least difficultly-acquired ending but tbh I wanted to write more chapters for it so idk if that even counts. It's clean cut and ends on good dialogue.

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

I refuse to end on a sour note! Nobody ever comes out unscathed but I don't do sad endings! I can't, life's too hard and sad as it is. That being said, Ch11 of BwB was honestly the most heartbreaking thing I have ever written and I will not be doing that again.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Working on one now! Solisequious is my Treasure Planet/Prospect crossover, it's nearly finished, one chapter to go!

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No but I've gotten a comment I did not like. It wasn't meant to be hateful, but it was praising my fic for not pulling the same stunt as a certain Popular Fic, which I haven't even read to the end so I'm kinda butthurt over it but it wasn't meant to be mean. Don't compare authors' fics, kids!

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

Literally everything I write is smut. All my SFW is just lead up to the NSFW lol. I love fringe smut! Mpreg, Eggpreg, alien transformations, sex pollen galore, just some weird goddamn shit, but I cushion it with the FLUFFIEST FLUFF YOU HAVE EVER SEEN! Helps the oviposition go down ;)

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Better fuckin not I will riot.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

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

Gomez and Morticia

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

The very first Ezra fic I started was a modern!Ezra who's an actor in a Shakespearean theater that plays the role of Don John in Much Ado About Nothing. I bit off way more than I could chew with that one, I think sea shanties and space filk are where I draw the line on poetry.

14. What are your writing strengths?

I get told my imagery is really strong, so I guess that? It's hard to say

15. What are your writing weaknesses?

Nobody hurts my feelings better than I do, so even my smuttiest, filthiest writing will still have strong emotions that nobody really signed up for. sorry

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

I'll sprinkle in curses and affectionates, but that's about it

17. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Technically Gravity Falls but that'll never see the light of day lol, after that I wrote a bunch of KFP and Zootopia oc fics.

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

Probably Blue Orchid, that was the first time I really let myself go with writing what I want, even if it was FILTHY. I probably should have stopped with one chapter, but it got such good feedback I had to write more, sorry about that last chapter being such a tearjerker! I was having a bad week.

Tagging my beloveds @unhinged-summer-fun @ezrasbirdie @absurdthirst @novemberrain221

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Thank you for the tags @captn-andor & @queenofthefaceless!

No pressure tags at all!: @mandocrasis @luxurybeskar @caesaryoulater @honeyloverogers @samwilsons-pillowpecs @fromthedeskoftheraven @keeper0fthestars @rae-gar-targaryen @agirllovespancakes

1. How many works do you have on Tumblr?

Total?? Uh.... 26 for the star wars blog and I'm going to say like higher than 50 maybe for the main. (i have too many masterlists to count).

2. What are your top 5 fics by notes?

Innocent Kissing (Bucky Barnes x fem!reader)

Dirty Little Secret (Bucky Barnes x fem!reader)

Pleasure Is A Kind Of Pain (President Loki x fem!reader)

Trouble (Bucky Barnes x fem!reader)

Black Velvet (1980s!Din Djarin x fem!reader)

3. What’s your total Tumblr word count?

I have no idea but my ao3 one is 267,017. Since not everything is there I'm going to say Tumblr is a lot higher.

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

Absolutely!! I love seeing people's thoughts on what I write and especially love to interact with them. They make my whole year honestly and I re-read them often when I need something to cheer me up. I do my best to get to all of them, but some I don't see.

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

This one I honestly don't know. I'd have to say either Winter Lover which was a Loki fic I wrote for the holiday season last year or my Shattered series from last year with Poe. I'm sure there's others, but I can't remember.

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

Pull up a chair cause this will take awhile. There's the 40s Steve Rogers fic Muse which has a heart wrenching ending. Siempre with Joaquín Torres that is still fluffy but doesn't end happily. When I Grow Too Old To Dream with 40s Bucky (another painful story) as well as Lover's Sighs with Bucky too. I'm also not being so nice lately with my Black Velvet series. I am unable to not write angst honestly.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Once. A short drabble with Javi and Ezra called Find Me In The Meadow. My Black Velvet series is also a crossover of some of the different eras of star wars.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

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

1000000000%. My blog is filth based with some heartbreak thrown in for spice. If I'm doing smut it's as dirty as I can get without feeling uncomfortable. Kinks are added, but again it's based on my comfort level as the writer so I don't go into dark themes and such.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

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

I'm a big lover of SamBucky (they are hero husbands in my mind), Jamie and Claire, Finn and Poe (it was a romance). There's so many more that I forgot.

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

So many sadly. A series called Champagne Tears with Steve Rogers. Another series with The Thief from Pedro's commercial called Wicked Games and a Sam Wilson series Storm Of Love And War. All lost inspo and motivation for them sadly.

14. What are your writing strengths?

Feelings and description. I could write about them all day long which is probably why some of my works reach past 10k.

15. What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue maybe. I find it difficult to throw in, especially during a smut scene. Don't exactly know what you're supposed to say in that situation so I improvise to the best of my ability.

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

I think it's great if you want to include it! But make sure to triple check and see if what you want to say is actually what you're saying and that it makes sense. Translators are okay (not always accurate), but if you know someone who speaks the language and can help then definitely ask them.

17. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Marvel and I'm still here.

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

Without a doubt Black Velvet. I've put so much into that series that it's my baby. The fact that people choose to read it still shocks me to this day. I also have tons of love for Siempre. It's a fic that's extremely near and dear to my heart, because I didn't originally write it to be posted, I just wrote it for myself.

#tag game

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