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pontmercyingtil · 6 years

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So, this Courfius week drabble turned into... a lot more. Rated PG, feels abound, enjoy!

Courfeyrac did not look up as Marius entered their apartment. He knew it was Marius, because his friend, and now roommate, was the only person who not only took off his shoes at the door, but also apologized.

Perhaps to the floor? Or to the shoes? Surely not to Courfeyrac himself, as he’d told the Linguistics major multiple times he didn’t give a damn if Marius wore shoes inside.

After all, his parents paid for the off-campus apartment, not him.

“All done apologizing to the thin air?” he teased, still looking at his phone.

“I just… sorry.” Marius mumbled, coming to sit on the other side of the couch, always seemingly trying to leave room for eight other people, which was ridiculous, because the Amis met at Combeferre’s house these days, as Joli had decided he was allergic to cats.

“Marius, you know, you can spread out on this couch. Oddly enough, our cat has decided she only likes sitting on it if you are already quite comfortably arranged, so don’t save space on her account.

Courfeyrac was perched on the arm of the old thing, which had once been a sort of mauve but now was rather grey with cat hair. Perhaps he should get a vacuum.

But then Joli would claim to have won the debate over the cleanliness of the apartment. No. better to leave it as is.

“Sorry,” Marius said again. He did not move.

“Nothing to apologize for,” Courfeyrac replied, his thumb swiping across the screen quickly. “No, no, definitely no, hmmm. No.” His commentary made Marius lean over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?”

“I am sadly not doing anyone, hence my need for this app.” He slid the phone into his pocket, and laughed, because Marius’s face had turned a lovely shade of pink. “It’s called tinder, dearest roomie of mine.” “I’m your only roomie. Unless you count Madam Gris.”

“His name is Smaug.”

“You can’t name a kitten after a dragon, Courfeyrac.”

“Have you seen her fangs?” he replied. “She is vicious. I shall raise her to be my attack cat! She shall defend us from all who might wish to break into our fine abode and abscond with our property.”

“Your property,” Marius muttered, glumly.

Ah, damn. Just like that, Marius’s good humor vanished. In the weeks they’d lived together, Courfeyrac had tried multiple tactics to keep that goofy smile on the young man’s face, loved the way it light up his face and made his eyes sparkle.

But between heartbreak, homework, and complicated familial relationships, keeping a smile on Marius Pontmercy’s seemed a nearly impossible task. Luckily, Courfeyrac thrived on doing the impossible.

“Come now. Someone might want to steal that nice backpack of yours. You know, the one with your name appliqued on it.” he elbowed his friend, trying to get him to laugh. “I’ve heard the name Marius is very trendy now. Everyone would want to have an item that granted them that wonderful name.”

“Do you really think my name is wonderful?” Marius looked up at him with such hope in his eyes it practically glowed. It was as if he was a plant that someone had forgotten to water for weeks, and survived only on the tiniest bit of rainfall. Who had given this handsome young man so few compliments in his life?

“I think you’re wonderful,” Courfeyrac blurted out, and hastened to add “at being my roommate. You’re quite good at it. Most aren’t, I’ll have you know.”

“I can’t imagine why…” Marius said, but lightly, as he surveyed the disaster of an apartment. There were an assortment of abandoned coffee mugs on the table, wine bottles of dubious origin waiting for next week’s party in a row, a pile of dirty laundry Courfeyrac had meant to get to… yesterday.

It wasn’t that he meant to be messy, and in fact, he quite liked when his apartment was spotless. It was just… lately he’d been distracted. Unable to focus. He found himself staring aimlessly at the wall in class, or meandering down hallways he had no reason to go down, or worse yet, forgetting to go to the gym, and instead sitting home, watching Great British Bakeoff.

Courfeyrac, in short, was due for a romantic entanglement.

It was either that or run off to England to try and impress Mary Berry with his only functionally recipe: Rice Krispie Treats, but made with Lucky Charms, for extra marshmallow action.

No, surely, a rendezvous with an amorous person was a far better idea, and not just because he’d burned through the only mixing bowl they had when he’d tried to make pancakes for himself and Marius last sunday.

Which was why he’d skipped class to perch on the couch and swipe through candidates on Tinder. A task he should get back to.

A task he needed to get back to, instead of watching as Marius sang to the cat-with-the-disputed-name as he poured her a helping of kibble. The one thing more pathetic than him had been that bedraggled cat he’d brought home last week, tucked safe in his soaked-beyond-repair coat.

But the little scamp had blossomed into queen of the home, happy, healthy, and quite delighted to take up space anywhere she chose.

Maybe Marius could learn a thing or two from that cat.

The next day, Marius came back from class to find Courfeyrac sitting in one of his usual positions on the couch, legs up in the air, back against the place most people sat. He’d never quite figured out why the russet haired man preferred to sit in a thousand unusual ways, but he found it rather charming. But also, like so much about Courf, baffling.

And then, he sniffed the air.

“You cleaned!”

The apartment was now spotless. All coffee mugs had vanished, the carpet appeared a few shades lighter, and even Madame Gris, where she sat on the window, watching birds outside, looked rather cleaner. Though, seeing as she washed her paws more than either of her roommates washed the dishes, that was probably her doing.

“Ah, yes. I did.” Courfeyrac said. “Does it look nice? And smell nice? There’s this new lavender spray I found.”

“It does.” Marius said. “What’s the occasion?”

“I’ve got a date. Or rather, I have five dates, and I just have to make up my mind which fine person I shall bring back here.”

“Five dates? In a day?” Marius found himself staggering backward. “How?”

“It’s called tinder!” Courfeyrac neatly tumbled off the couch, and bounced over to Marius. “Check it out. You see people’s faces, and you swipe them right if you like them?”

“Swipe. Them?” Marius stared down at the screen. A rather familiar young man stared up at him, his chiseled jaw seemingly made out of marble. “Oh, I’m in French 201 with him.”

“Ah, no! That won’t do.” Courfeyrac quickly swiped his thumb to the left on the screen. “I banish thee, friend of Marius! I shall never match with you as surely, we shall kiss, and you shall pine for me forever, ruining your friendship with dear Marius.”

“I don’t think he’s the pining type…” Marius started, but he felt a smile pulling at his face. Courf’s antics always had a way of making him forget his courseload, his own lack of love, and well, everything that made him, according to Grantaire, a bit of an Eeyore. (when, really, it was rather hypocritical for that scruffy six-year-senior to be calling out anyone else’s lovelorn moping around.) “and um, we’re not friends, I mean, if you did want to kiss him…”

“Nonsense. I shall not impinge upon your friendship with the golden haired Hercules of Corinth College.”

Madame Gris bounded over to Marius, mewing, and he picked up the young kitten, scratching her under her chin just like she liked. “So, this Tinder. You can use it to… meet people?”

“Well, yes, meeting is sometimes an end game. Me? I find it fun! It’s like... “ Courfeyrac threw out his hands. “It’s like making a collection! Of people! Who are attracted to me, and I to them! What could be better?”

Marius thought perhaps a long walk on the beach under a moonlight sky with just one person might be a little better.

He also thought Courfeyrac might not appreciate it. “Well, good luck, um, finding your soulmate.”

“Soul mate? Pffft.” Courfeyrac leaned in to pet Madame Gris’s back. Unlike most cats, she seemed to thrive on the attention, and started to purr.

“You don’t believe in soul mates?”

“I don’t believe they’re found on Tinder, that’s for sure.” Courfeyrac replied. “Isn’t that right, Smaug?”

“Madame Gris.”

“Smaug.”

Courfeyrac looked directly at Marius, challenging him to a staring contest. And Marius stared back, finding those green eyes unexpectedly deep, with little flecks of gold in them that sparkled like summer sun. Courfeyrac’s smile grew. “You’ve blinked a bunch, my dear monk-like roommate.”

“I… have?” he wet his lips, finding them suddenly dry. “Um. Teach me to use Tinder?”

Anything to distract from how those eyes made him feel.

Courfeyrac was delighted to share with his roommate, who usually asked so little of him, even though Courfeyrac had much to spare. In fact, Marius’s own phone was Courfeyrac’s own. He’d claimed that he was due for an upgrade, and no longer needed it, but that wasn’t… exactly true.

But it only had cost seventy dollars to break his contract, and Marius didn’t need to know that. It was more important that his friend had a way of being reached that wasn’t the ancient flip phone he’d bought with the last of his work study pay check. Marius’s work as a tutor was dependent on just how many students needed translating help, which seemed to rise and fall with the proximity to midterms and finals.

Other than that, Marius had nothing.

Courfeyrac had noticed cards marked “return to sender,” that were certainly that oblong rectangle shape of the weirdly-specific gift cards that older folks used to mail checks in. But whoever sent the money, Marius did not like.

And not dislike in the way Courfeyrac felt terribly embarrassed by his own fathers, who decided to “embrace the old country” by adding some obscure participle back onto their name. Courf was quite sure that the participle was utterly made up, and therefore utterly embarrassing. As embarrassing as those “google your own family crest” things, or socks with sandals or Hawaiian print shirts worn unironically… or any other fashion his fathers sported.

Two dads meant twice as many pairs of Dad Jeans in the house.

Which was why he rebelled with carefully selected outfits. Tailored trousers, perfectly fitting jackets, crisp shirts, and soft sweaters in just the right shade of green. Even his workout clothes were ensembles, with tees carefully selected to match various pairs of tennis shoes.

Marius had, as far as he could tell, three shirts, one pair of black jeans, and one pair of blue. Not that he’d cataloged what his roommate wore, of course.

Not that he’d notice how sharp Marius looked in that white tee that clung to surprisingly well-sculpted shoulders, before he’d pull on an ancient green sweater that Courfeyrac had insisted he take to not freeze in the November air.

“Have you taken a selfie yet? You know you can add more. It’s not supposed to be a work of art” Courfeyrac leaned over Marius’s shoulder, feeling his roommate's stubble brush against his own smooth cheek. He cleared his throat, unexpectedly “I mean. Unless you want it to be. You could be a work of art, you know.”

“Why? Because this sweater is old enough to be in a museum?”

“Hah. Hah.” Courfeyrac rolled his eyes, but blushed, glad Marius hadn’t heard the compliment that slipped out. “Right. So you’ve got your selfies, you've got--- goodness, Pontmercy, did you have to write a textbook for your bio?”

“I wanted to share my political beliefs.”

“It begins “Live, Laugh, Love.”

“Those are very political things! The pursuit of happiness!”

“Yes, sure.” He tousled Mariu’s hair, feeling the soft inky curls glid over his fingers. It was more an excuse to play with his hair than anything else. “Now, all you have to do is this: swipe left on the people you don’t like, and right on the people you do.”

“Then what?”

Then, he’d met some new love of his life, some shiny new soulmate, and never shut up about her, probably. Courfeyrac used the generic people, but he’d never heard of Marius being interested in anyone other than Cosette, who dumped him for his friend Eponine

Maybe this was a terrible idea.

Oh, why did he never think before he did things?

“Um, well, you can’t message them unless they’ve already swiped right on you too.”

“Ah. So we have to mutually like each other before we can speak.”

“Yup. have fun!” Courfeyrac said, and even to his own ears, he sounded false cheerful. He sprang up from the couch, scooped up Smaug, and headed to the other side of the room, intent on studying so he didn’t have to watch the roommate-he-was-certainly-not-crushing-on pursue a new soulmate.

PART TWO COMING SOON!

#courfius #courfiusweek #amis fanfic #courfeyrac #courf #fanfic #my fanfic #Of Roommates Fanfic #oh gosh how did i end up writing multi part fics

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eggrestes · 3 years

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ladrien fic recs!

there are SO MANY amazing ladrien fics i cant possibly cover them all but here are a few!

(all the ratings used are ao3 ratings)

((this is a very long post!))

FLUFF

Of Ivy and Sunlight by cyanise [ T, 1509 words, 1/1 ]

When Adrien takes to wandering the streets of Paris in ungodly hours, Ladybug has no choice but to keep an eye on him. Still, things are bound to get a little out of hand between two overloaded teenagers with a lot of love and not enough self-control.

a lovely post-chat blanc fic :’) it has a great flow and is just soft and so sweet and it’s just perfect. gosh i cannot really say more other than read it!!! also almost all of their other stuff is also ladrien so do check it out!

This can't be happening by PlaPla [ T, 6,467 words, 1/2 ]

Ladybug is unsure whether accompanying Adrien to a gala as his not-date is the best or worst thing that has ever happened to her. But when their table mates turn out to be none other than her long time friends Alya and Nino and with Adrien acting weirder and weirder she finds herself with bigger worries than an unrequited crush.

a djwifi/ladrien double date? hit me up! i love identity shenanigans, ball dancing, ladrien, and djwifi and this is a perfect mix for me. i know it’s incomplete but it doesn’t end in a cliff-hanger really, the part 2 is just a promise of more so it doesn’t feel incomplete! PlaPla also has a short oneshot of ladrien going for a motorcycle ride.

Falling again by emsylcatac [ M, 4,506 words, 2 Works ]

They had been dancing around each other for a while now, and while fifteen year old Adrien would have been ecstatic at the idea of dating Ladybug in secret, twenty-two year old Adrien knew better. But Ladybug wasn’t making it easy. It was like… she, too, was falling for him. And that surprisingly enough, she didn’t mind.

* * *

Or Adrien trying (and failing) to keep things professional between him and Ladybug when the two of them partner up for a mission. Older AU

things are a little steamy~ here (don’t worry, it’s only implied it’s very mild and closer to a T rating than the M) but it’s a great mature take on their dynamics! emsy has more ladrien one-shots in her collection of one-shots!

i'd love to go on a date with you by sae_what [ G, 6,480 words, 1/1 ]

Once it had been falsely announced throughout Paris that Adrien and Ladybug are in a relationship, Ladybug pays him a visit to turn him down gently.

Only, she doesn’t. And instead, she has a formal dinner date. With Adrien. At 8 pm. Tonight.

LADYBUG IN A SUIT!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaa. okay but for real it’s so sweet and also??? they are on a date!!! a rooftop date!! (too man exclamation marks oops)

Always Welcome by chatonne-rousse [ T, 1,683 words, 1/1 ]

Ladybug knows that Adrien's window is always open for her to swing by and stop in, whether for video games or a chat or, like tonight, for soft kisses and sweet nothings.

He loves these visits. His girlfriend is always welcome. Always. (Especially for kisses.)

Written for Ladrien June, day 8: bluebell eyes.

established relationship, pre-reveal ladrien. there is something very home-y about this fic and it’s all about the comfort and quiet that i adore about it!

Five Times Gabriel Agreste Caught Ladybug in His Son’s Bedroom (and the One Time He Caught Chat Noir) by agrestenoir [ T, 1,923 words, 1/1]

Gabriel Agreste keeps finding Ladybug in his son's bedroom. As a super villain and father, this will not stand.

this crack fic is... honestly so hilarious. it’s all through gabrie-i-am-trying-to-parent-and-failing-a-lot-agreste’s POV so it is so much ridiculous!

an uncurtain discovery by Missnoodles [ T, 4,684 words, 1/1 ]

When he returns from school on Wednesday afternoon, Adrien discovers the darkness in his own home. He struggles to come to terms with it. To his utter mortification and delight, Ladybug is nearby to rescue him.

(He does not discover that his father is supervillain. That will happen on a different Wednesday.)

Adrien is being a cat and gets tangled in the curtains on his window and it’s utterly ridiculous. all the bug and the cat tendencies make it funnier and adrien’s inner monologue is just a cherry on top!

secret valentine by a_miiraculer [ T, 12,245 words, 1/1 ]

this is the moment that we will come alive brace yourself for love sweet love, secret love

If Adrien had known that getting himself stuck in a tree would end like this, he would've gotten himself stuck sooner.

A drabble series.

i just,,,, don’t have words for how much i love it! it’s ridiculous, it’s cute, it’s funny, it’s whole-some and just ladrien. the writer also has a M rated multi-chapter ladrien kissing (no the M is very much real here) and a heroic adrien and ladybug one-shot too!

Those Benevolent Stars by peachcitt [ G, 23,696 words, 3/3 ]

“Will you come back?”

She looked up at the deep blue sky, as if she could somehow find the answer there. “I shouldn’t,” she said, shaking her head and looking back at him. But the stars were still there, caught in her eyes, and Adrien persisted.

“But will you?”

adrien meets his soulmate, a thief who calls herself ladybug. he falls for her, but she seems determined to maintain a space between them.

oh my god this au.... just no words!! it’s poetry and it’s tender and it’s about the yearning and just!!! perfect :’). Her current ongoing ladrien june fic is also akin to this (and the fic i linked before it) so do check it out too! (literally check out all of their works it’s so beautiful)

Flowers on the Window Sill by LNC [ G, 2,144 words, 1/1 ]

The first time Ladybug saw him, really saw him, the universe stopped.

this fic feels like poetry and it’s so lovely. LNC is always short and direct but it always hits right in the feels while also being hilarious. Her other ladrien works are just as good and i highly recommend going through them because it fulfills all of the ladrien needs (along with Reiaji)

whatever a sun will always sing is you by komorebirei [ T, 32,980 words, 37/37 ]

“I didn't think you'd actually... do anything," Adrien admitted, cheeks prickling with warmth. "I-I mean, I never expected... I didn't know you watched my interviews.” That definitely wasn’t how he'd imagined confessing to Ladybug.

“Of course I do!” Ladybug squeaked. “Uhh, that is…” She looked down at her hands, nervously turning her yo-yo over, over and over. “Maybe you’re not the only one with a crush.”

(After an unexpected confession, Ladybug and Adrien start dating in secret. A progressive character- and relationship-study quilted from drabbles, with the intention of digging treasure out of the cove that is Ladrien. Written using kashimalin-fanfiction's kiss writing prompts from Tumblr.)

it does such an excellent job at exploring this dynamic along with the characters. it’s such a sweet fic, each chapter short and fun!

ANGST

whose woods these are (I think I know.) by Reiaji [ T, 105,000 words, 25/25 ]

Four years after his future turns to cinders, Adrien is a servant in the house he was meant to inherit. Disowned by his father and abused by his stepmother, his days are filled with drudgery until he meets a masked huntress in the forest behind his father's chateau.

As his friendship with Ladybug turns to first love, he dreams of a future spent at her side.

Then, on the eve of the Princess's masquerade, he meets his guardian—and is granted a wish.

[Ladrien Cinderella AU]

Warnings: Child abuse, Graphic depiction of violence

this is absolutely gorgeous. it has so many troupes and so many amazing character arc and great build up and everything just flows so well. it left me in awe for weeks and i just. want to experience reading it for the first time again. look at this gorgeous art inspired by this! {and you have to read leonard bernstein too because LETTERS and LADRIEN and YEARNING}

i would do it again (oh, a thousand times) by bugabisous [ T, 2,266 words, 1/1 ]

Knowing you can bring someone back doesn’t mean you’re free of the pain of seeing them disappear before your eyes. He can’t imagine he’ll be able to look at her directly without replaying every horrifying moment when he felt her slip away in a puff of smoke.

When it happens once again, he already knows he’ll be trying again. He just can’t give up.

it expands on adrien’s feelings in the episode desperada (my beloved <3) and it is just ouch. such great angst, such great potential. the kind of tragedy that it offers is unusual for ml (it gets only rivaled by chat blanc tbh). to rival this angst bugabisous also has a fluffy one-shot :)

when the world gets too heavy (put it on my back) by Taliax [ T, 4,720 words, 1/1 ]

Chat Noir isn't allowed to cry over his father. But even when he's just Adrien, Ladybug won't abandon him.

Hawkmoth reveal hurt/comfort + Ladrien

the plagg and adrien bond written is just perfect, and oh this hits right in the feels :’) it hurts all in the right way. tali also has so many other ladrien works in all genres too

By Your Side by omniousunflower [ T, 4,361 words, 1/1 ]

(Angry and alone, Adrien waits on top of the Eiffel Tower for his lady.)

“So, how did my kitty get stranded up here?” Ladybug asks.

Groaning, Adrien pulls his knees toward his chest and presses his face against them. “Because he’s stupid and impulsive.”

“Chasing pigeons, then?”

“No.” Shame burns in Adrien’s veins, white-hot now that Ladybug is here to witness his stupidity. “I threw my Miraculous, and Plagg wouldn’t get it for me.”

post-hawkmoth defeat, and adrien is not doing well at all. i am cheating because it is post reveal, pre relationship but it’s still ladrien. this fic is a roller coater of emotions, starting from a slightly crack scenario to a cute, awkward, hopeful ending. More Than You Know is another of sunny’s angsty ladrien work!

Breaking The Rules (AKA The Ladrien Fistfight) by ThisKwamiNeeds_aNap [ T, 8,714 words, 1/1 ]

Marinette may or may not be dying, but she’s still going to do her best to fix every single problem in the world. She’s not expecting Adrien to be the one who tries to stop her. (Takes place immediately after Kwami Buster)

Warnings: panic attack, broken bones, PTSD. please read the tags!

*slaps this fic* this fic can fit in so much angst. it just?? left me in PAIN oof. it says ‘ladrien fistfight’ on the lid but nooo there is marinette is just having a freak out and it’s all so much??!! and it’s not just marinette there is adrien too and chloe and alya and- wow it’s amazing. love it so much it fills up my angst needs :’)

so that’s it for now! my personal commentary isn’t impressive nor does it do justice to the fic but i still hope you read a few of these!! happy reading!!

#ladren #fic rec #ml fic rec #miraculous ladybug #i know i dont do the fics justice but. oh well #lovesquare #ladrien #obviously check out the writers other workd too but this is ladrien so i am trying to give it a bit more emphasis #also i am so sorry i couldnt include more lesser known writers but unfortunatley they dont have ladrien uRGH anyway maybe sometime later!#i spend a lot of time on thi n got lazy so plz be considerate #also add recs if u want even self-promo is cool duh

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wardenparker · 3 years

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Tumblr Writer Q&A

Thanks for the tag @wordsnwhiskey! You brilliant little thing you 💖

1) How many complete fics/one shots do you have that you have not published (yet)?

Not counting the last chapter of Broken Road that’s going up on Thursday? 2. A Marcus Moreno one-shot and a new installment of the Together Series featuring FishBen and reader that @absurdthirst and I JUST finished.

2) How many WIPS do you have right now?

Oh god. Five? My writing partners should slaughter me for what I put them through.

3) Do you take writing requests or write original ideas, or both?

I have taken requests/suggestions in the past, but I can’t always guarantee results. Sometimes they just don’t vibe or it takes *ages* for them to come to fruition.

4) If you do take requests, how many do you currently have?

I am not currently taking requests.

5) How many fandoms do you write for?

Everything that I post here has been Pedro-Pascal centric, but some stories have included adjacent characters or cross-overs.

6) Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past that you no longer write for?

Someday I will write for Dragon Age again. I WILL.

7) Do you write for ships, reader inserts or other?

Mostly reader inserts these days, for no reason other than it’s what is jumping around in my head. I do love original side characters to flesh out multichapter stories, though.

8) Niche fandoms/characters you write for?

@steeevienicks And I have kicked around a Buffyverse story with Jay Castillo, Eddie, Max Phillips, and Dio all featured. I think that’s about the most niche one can get in this fandom. 🤣

9) Do you read fics as well as write them?

Oh my god yes. I spent all day today reading and discovering some new writers.

10) What is your favorite genre to write for?

I mean - I guess it’s fair to say romance. Although I am JONESING to write some historical fiction sometime soon.

11) What is your favorite trope (to read/write)?

I dare you to find a single thing I’ve written that doesn’t contain a found family.

12) What do you do to get motivated to write?

I make inspo playlists on my Spotify for pretty much everything, and I tend to watch the film or series that I’m writing from to try to keep tone and characterization. But, like many before me, shower thoughts are the best thoughts I’ll have all day.

13) Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write?

I really love mysteries and things with action, thought I have trouble writing them.

14) Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested?

Not that I can think of? I have some of my own ideas that I never seen to get to but that’s a totally separate issue.

15) How long have you been writing fan fiction?

Oh gosh. I think my very first fanfic was LotR stories back in 2001-2002?

16) Did you read fan fiction before you started writing?

Actually, no! I started writing it as a freshman in high school and only afterward did some of my friends clue me in to fanfic as a genre. I thought I was just a total weirdo writing my little Frodo’s niece OC stories.

17) Do you only post on Tumblr, or any other sites as well?

I also post to AO3. (wardenparker there, as well)

18) What do you personally consider the word counts of "Drabble", "One shots" and "fics"?

To me, a drabble is a piece of a scene - a one shot is anything self-contained in one post - and “fic” doesn’t have a designated length in my mind.

19) Which do you prefer to write more? HC, drabbles, oneshots/fics, multi chapter stories, other?

I like to read it all, but I really prefer to write multichapter stories. I just always want my characters to find their happy endings, and the journey is part of the fun.

20) Are there any stories you have discontinued? If so, why?

My very first Marcus Pike story is currently on indefinite hiatus for personal reasons. I do intend to finish it, though.

21) What is one of your main "pet-peeves" as a writer on Tumblr?

Posts without approximate word counts. I want to know if I should make a cup of tea and snuggle in first!

And for real, stop with the gd anon hate (B, you’re on point with this one). There’s too much going on in the world to waste energy grappling with strangers for absolutely no reason. Save your energy and just don’t.

22) Do you write a particular time of day?

Anytime the inspiration strikes! But I’m a night owl, so I do tend to clack away at my keyboard until all hours. Sometimes I pull all-nighters if I can manage it on days off from work.

23) Do you listen to music, ambiance/noise, etc to write or do you need silence?

100% must always have noise. I can’t exist in silence ever.

24) Do you outline your fics at all before writing?

🤣🤣🤣 Outline? No. We die like chaos warriors, improving on the page.

25) Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day?

I like my twice a week post schedule! Soulmate Sundays are the best ever start to the week, and I love spacing out my second post for a few days later so I give myself time to decompress and edit.

No pressure tags: @f0rever15elf @absurdthirst @skvatnavle and anyone else!

#connie writes #writer life

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zankivich · 4 years

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An Unexpected Romance: Chris Evans x Black! Female Reader Part 2

a/n: this one was really fun to write. I’m back in my bag tbh. These are some cute characters if I do say so myself. Like everything I write I feel like this could be a fully blown multi-chapter fic. Also it’s finna get smutty so I hope you’re prepared for that. Let me know what you think? K bye.

WARNINGS: Smut, softness, too much cuteness?

Part 1 Part 3

The call comes two days later. Not that he leaves any room to be forgotten. No, Chris had texted you bright and early the next morning to thank you again for giving him a chance, and to apologize if he’d been in any way aggressive. You were quick to reassure him there’d been no aggressiveness on his end, certainly not any that was unwanted. He was a good texter, happy to provide details about himself, and to notice the details you, yourself, provided.

Chris: What are you up to this morning anyway?

Y/n: I had an early meeting with the company I just signed on with for a project I’m spearheading, and now I’m in my office preparing the debrief on that meeting which will be presented at another meeting.

Chris: Wow. Sounds intense. What do you do for a living?

Y/n: I’m a senior level consultant at a consulting firm. I basically just get hired to tell folks what they’re doing wrong and how to fix it. Then I leave before they fix it.

Chris: Ah so you liked to be in control huh?

Y/n: I...trust my gut, and my gut has yet to lead me astray. I only make decisions I believe in.

Chris: And what is your gut telling you about me y/n?

Y/n: It’s telling me to keep texting you even when I shouldn’t. Even when I’m busy. I like the things you say.

Chris: I like that. My gut is telling me you’re important. I can’t really explain it further than that. I just think we could be really good together.

You bit your lip, eyes roaming over the words in the message a few times. It was sweet. Damn him all to hell.

Fast forward to the next day where you’d spent all day outside of the office meeting with clients. He caught you in the middle of your lunch break between bites of sandwich that wasn’t very good. You’d put his name in your phone as just Chris, and yet when his name flashed across the screen the letters may as well have been hieroglyphics. It took you ten seconds just to get your shit together.

“Hello?” You swallowed into the phone, trying to manage an up-beat cadence.

Chris was like honey through the phone, as if the weight of the conversation was nothing to him.

“Hello. God, I gotta tell you it’s good to hear your voice. I thought I was starting to lose it in my memory for a second.”

You chuckled. “I’m sure it’s been exceptionally trying for you.”

“It has, it has. So perhaps you won’t think I’m being too pushy by asking you out tonight?”

You moved the phone just far enough away from your ear to wordlessly praise the lord to the air. Or whoever was up there.

“Um...tonight, huh?”

“Yea do you already have plans?”

“No, no. I just have a pretty long day ahead of me. I might not be able to make an early dinner.”

“Well that’s okay. Dinner isn’t even what I had in mind. What if I picked you up at, say eight-thirty? Would that be enough time?”

You bit your lip. “It would...Can I ask, if we’re not going to dinner, where are we going?”

“Now that....is a surprise. Send me your address, I’ll be there at eight-thirty sharp.”

“Oh lord. Okay I guess I’ll see you then.”

“I look forward to it.”

It took you a moment to remember to put the phone down. Men were usually very simple. Dinner, usually somewhere they can order a steak. They like to do dinner on the earlier side, give them ample time to order drinks. The more drinks they order the higher they believe their chance of sleeping with you goes up. In all your years of “grown up dating”, you could count on one hand the amount of men who had offered to take you somewhere other than dinner on the first date, and never had that place been alcohol free.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to give him the benefit of the doubt. It was more that understanding men; their preconceived notions, their inadequacies, their mentality etc. was about safety for yourself and for others who may fall victimized. The patriarchy was toxic afterall and perhaps no one knew this better than Black women.

And yet Chris seemed to be evading your expectations, and not for the sake of keeping you on your toes. It was as if his aura existed outside of your expectations all together. He didn’t need to trick you, or convince you. He was just himself, and that self was perhaps better than the vast majority of men you’d met in your life. Could that be? Was it really possible? It seemed like you’d find out regardless.

***

Large hoop earrings are truly a staple piece for any iconic outfit. Without the dread of a formal dinner, you were excited to play with your wardrobe a little bit. There was a beautiful pastel pink camisole that matched a floral set of pumps quite perfectly. The slicked back ponytail and the knitted cardigan are simply added bonuses. Ya girl looked good as per the usual is the moral of the story.

By the time he knocks on your door there’s a giddiness to you. Grownup dating seemed to lack a certain excitement at that point in your life. Oftentimes priorities didn’t match up, men didn’t say what they really wanted, or truly were after. But it really did seem like Chris just wanted to show you a good time. And as much as you were trying to keep the walls up and stay smart, you couldn’t help but be hopeful that he might prove you wrong.

“Hello.” He smiled warmly at the threshold. “You look beautiful.”

Your brain had short-circuited. This was basically nuclear warfare and you were not having it! He was wearing a thin black sweater that stretched tightly across the firmness of his chest. There was a level of scruff that was absolutely tantalizing, and the way his eyes were one step away from twinkling like an anime character was a reality that suffocated you with the weight of it. It was truly too much. This man looked straight out of a factory. The wind had been zapped from your sails. Dammit.

“You look...really good yourself.” You hummed. “Like, unnaturally good actually.”

He only laughed wild and carefree arms coming up into a shrug.

“I gotta keep up with you somehow, right? So you ready to go?”

“Yes actually, let me just shoot a quick text…” You mumbled, swiping your fingers across the screen.

y/n: Okay we’re leaving the house. Remember if I don’t text back for an hour without stating why to track my phone.

Raya: don’t worry girl ain’t nobody gone call the police on captain america. Yo black ass wouldn’t make it a second

Jesse: Me and my cousins will ride up there swinging if need be. You just say the word mija

Tanya: or not word….cause the girl might be dead????

Jesse: Oh...you right

Y/n: okay BYE NOW

Usually the group text for dates was centered on safety and precaution. You had a feeling this one was going to be fully for them to clown your ass for the rest of the night.

Chris gets the door for you, and it’s easy to note immediately that you’re sliding into a tesla. The fact that it looks like a spaceship on the inside is a dead giveaway. But the car is warm and the second he slides into the driver’s seat, his large frame takes up precedence in the vehicle. His non-driving arm lands on the middle console sending parks of heat over to your seat with stark intensity.

“So, you’re still not gonna tell me where we’re going? You know that’s like prime serial killer talk right?” You noted.

He smiled again, this wide grin that seemed to transform his entire face. It seemed infectious just to look at him.

“Gosh you’re totally right. I’m so sorry. If it makes you feel any better, we’re heading towards the city and not away from it. It’s a public place, I promise.”

“Okay Chris. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt...for now.” You teased.

He looked over at you instead of the road.

“I like the way you say my name.”

Oh chile….

“Mmm. Noted.”

There had been a certain energy the night you met. It had existed in the non-existent space between your bodies as he held you against his chest. A sort of aura that pulled you, pulled the both of you in. It had felt a little overwhelming then, but to know that it existed now within the small confines of the car was another thing entirely. Your body tilted in the direction of his unconsciously, your elbow propped on the console directly next to his. You were drawn to him. And the good news was he seemed to be too.

You were both confused and happy to see him steer clear of the usual Beverly Hills or Hollywood spots. Where does one such movie star as Chris Evans take a woman on a date anyway? Your girls had discussed everything from WolfGang Puck to the Rosevelt. The sun was sinking low and heavy in the sky as night began its arrival. As he navigated you to the Santa Monica Pier you felt the giddiness from early wreck havoc in your belly. It was so far from anything you could have ever expected in the best way possible. All the nerves of being with this guy you really liked sort of melted away and gave way for excitement.

“The boardwalk huh?” You grinned out the window.

“Yea. There’s great street food, games, views. I figure it’s pretty tough to have a bad time here. Increases my chances of you agreeing to a second date.” He smirked.

You laughed a little louder than your flirting giggle and turned to face him straight on.

“Oh so you already plotting the second date now!”

He laughed right along with you.

“Sweetheart I’m on date number four up here.” He pointed to his forehead.

“Sheesh! Well I don’t want to disappoint, but I played point guard in high school so if we find some hoops I’ma have to put your ass to shame.”

“Oh she’s trash talking me already ladies and gentlemen!”

You were already taking your seatbelt off and reaching for the door handle. It was the most excited you’d ever been on a date, couldn’t even remember the last time someone took you some place to be goofy and play games. You typed your destination into your group chat and told your girls not to bother you. It was finna be a night.

It comes to no surprise that you end up at the arcade. He buys the tokens, you buy the beers. And then...it’s on.

“I want to start by saying that I am firm in my masculinity. Basketball is not my game, and I stand by that.”

You rolled your eyes around your beer and quickly took off your cardigan to free your arms.

“Boy, put the tokens in the machine and quit playing.”

He only grins at you so sweet it makes your teeth hurt.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Side by side in front of the basketball arcade game, you each take shots at the swinging net. Unfortunately there are no bonus points for fine looking biceps while missing shots. This leaves you to crush your opponent--date, whatever--by over twenty points. Though Chris was “firm in his masculinity” this did not stop him from being competitive, so he quickly threw more tokens into the machine and tugged the sleeves of his too-tight sweater up his arms. He makes a shot while you just stared at him, a little dazed. You only beat him by eight that time. Rude.

“Okay,” Chris panted. “I lied. I do play basketball. I like to think I’m pretty good at it too, but you definitely just kicked my ass.”

“I was MVP all three years I played. It’s not your fault.” You giggled.

“You play in college at all?” He asked as you took your beers and moved on to a new game.

You shook your head. “I went to Howard for both undergrad and my masters. We’re D1 and I wasn’t that good. I got an academic scholarship instead.”

“So brains and a killer arm? Anything else I should know?”

“Hmm...I have an irrational fear of mice? I found a mouse once in my kitchen when I was a little girl. I got so scared that I literally fainted.”

“Brains, killer arm, faints at the side of mice. So, I guess Cinderella for date number two is out.”

You placed your arm on his shoulder as you laughed. The sheer volume of muscle was not lost on you, nor the way your mouth salivated in response. Woops.

“I’d be down to watch Ratatouille. That’s my favorite food movie ever, I think. I guess animated equals not so scary.”

He smiled and let you keep your palm on his shoulder for much longer than was necessary.

“Duly noted. Shall we?”

Chris beats you in skee ball, and you beat him in some random zombie shooter game. Eventually he lets you lean on him to take your shoes off so that the two of you can do a dance revolution game. It’s silly and awful, and you laugh the entire way through it. There’s more arm touching and at some point he finds an excuse to touch your waist again. The way you bite your lip and stare up at him is only interrupted by the squeal of children’s laughter. There’s an increase in your heart beat that can’t be explained by the physical activity of the game alone, and the heat in his eyes is not nearly PG-13 enough.

“Should we uh...go get a snack or something?” You mumbled still peering up at his lips.

His grip on your waist only grows tighter, and you swear it’s past them kids' bedtime.

“Sure, why not?” He grins before slowly letting you go.

Sweet jesus.

It’s only when there’s a foot of space between the two of you that you can breathe normally again. But then he reaches for your hand and intertwines your fingers. Breathing is clearly overrated.

You buy two different flavors of icecream to split and find a bench tucked away in the lights of the pier to keep talking.

“So what about you?” You asked between globs of cookie dough.

“What about me?”

“I know what you do for a living obviously but like...Where are you from? Do you have siblings? What’s your favorite food? How do you take your coffee? That kinda shit.”

He beams at you and holds a spoon of his rocky road to your lips. You hold eye contact as your lips wrap around the spoon. His lips part just barely and you know you’re not the only who can’t get a grip tonight. Good.

He clears his throat. “I’m originally from Boston, but I grew up in a town like thirty minutes away called Sudbury. I have two younger siblings, a brother and a sister, and an older sister. They’re all much smarter than me I promise. My uh father remarried so I’ve got some half-siblings too. I can break out the family tree sometime if you want. I really enjoy seafood. I think it has something to do with where I grew up. I take my coffee black.”

“Boston, eh? LA must have taken some getting used to.”

He chuckled. “I still don’t think I’ve gotten used to LA. I have a place in Massachusetts. It keeps my mom happy, and makes it easy to go home. I’m between projects for now, but its easier sometimes to just be here for the talk shows and the meetings and what not. I’ll be honest it’s been looking up lately though.”

Damn him and his ocean eyes and his dumb dumb smile and his stupid facial hair. And...now he’s putting more ice cream in your mouth. Diabolical.

“What about you? From DC to LA?” He asked.

“Ugh it does feel pretty cliche, I know. I never in a million years though I’d live out here. It’s tough cause all my family is east coast as well. When I was fresh out of grad school I got offered a job at a firm out here. The salary and the benefits were some of the best of my class. I couldn’t really say no. And now I mean...you saw me and my girls. I found community out here. It’s scary to think of losing that.”

“Hey that makes sense. You’ve made a life for yourself here. That’s really admirable.”

“Yea I guess. It helps to live away from the worst of it all. And I suppose LA does sometimes come with perks.” You smiled in his direction.

“I could not agree more.”

*Meanwhile in your phone*

Raya: what do we think? Is she still alive?

Tanya: Girl please. The only thing that girl is at risk for is a good dicking.

Raya: sljgdlkfgjkl you goin to hell

Jesse: Should we take our bets now?

Tanya: I’m putting five on the captain throwing her back out TONIGHT

Raya: I’m putting ten on y/n holding out just to be stubborn af

Jesse: I’m with Raya on this one.

You walk through the sand together with his arm wrapped around your shoulder. There’s everything from playful jabs to probing questions to heavy flirting. At some point it transcends the innocence of a first date. Perhaps it's the moment when he offers to carry your heels so you can feel the sand between your toes. Or the moment when you tell him something funny and he laughs into your neck till all you can feel is the rumble of his chest and the warmth of his skin. Maybe it’s the feel of his fingers untangling your hair from your cardigan when the wind traps it. There’s a softness to him in all his overt physicality. He thumbs at your chin playfully and smiles down at you. It’s not just softness then. It’s tenderness too. And you melt into him.

“Hi.” he whispered till you smiled.

“Hi.” You whispered back.

“Can I kiss you by chance?”

Your arms slide closer wrapping firmly around his neck.

“Absolutely.”

If his chest is rock-hard muscle then his lips are the antithesis of that. The kiss is soft and yearning when he wraps them around your own, and his hands ain’t bad either. Before you know it you’re wrapped up in him and he in you until there’s no clear discernment of where one begins and the other ends. But it doesn’t matter when his tongue is just as teasing and probing at his personality, and you fingers scratch roughly through the strands of his hair.

The only thing that could possibly bring such a perfect moment to an end is the need to breathe. You pull away with a stuttering gasp, and he hides his face in your neck with a whine that awakens a whole new fire with you.

“Wow.” He sighed.

“Yea...Wow.”

You blinked a couple of times to try and bring yourself back to reality and out of...whatever the hell that was.

“I should uh--I should get you home right? You had a long day.”

He squeezed at your shoulders before pulling away and you swore it was colder without him near. As the night suddenly hurdled towards a close, you felt a sense of longing. You weren’t quite ready to let him go yet, and the anticipation of being without him was already wreaking havoc on your nerves. The only good news is he holds your hand the entire walk back to the car, and his shoulder makes for lovely resting space.

The car ride feels like a fraction of the time it took to get there. Perhaps it's because you know each other better now, have a taste of what it’s like to be next to one another. Like a junky you were hooked. White, Black, or green, there wasn’t anything that could stop you from wanting to be near him. He was infectious, and he’d gotten himself directly under your skin.

“Could I walk you to the door?” He asks.

“Please.” You nodded.

You take smaller steps as if that will make it all go slower. And a grin forms slowly on your lips when you notice his much lengthier legs attempting to do the same. It’s the kind of PG-13 shit you’d never really experienced before. How pathetic that the second you got just a tiny bit of it you were practically begging for more.

The light beneath your door illuminates the movement of your bodies. You turned with your back to the door to face him, aware for the first time that you’d been smiling for a while, that you had no idea how to stop smiling.

“I gotta say I had a really great time.” You murmured. “Thank you for the effort and the fun and...the kiss.”

“That means the world to me. All I wanted was for you to have a good time. Honestly I think that was the best first date I’ve ever been on.”

“You know, I think that was the best first date I’ve ever been on as well.”

He smiled widely at you. “Good. So now we’ve set the bar so high that it really only makes sense for us to go on another date right?”

“I think I could be up for that, yea.”

“Could you be up for another kiss?” He teased.

“Could you be up for coming inside?” You countered.

His eyes widened at that, the intricate game of you both keep each other on your toes unfolding. You weren’t even sure where the idea had come from. You certainly hadn’t planned it. At some point you realized you had to go inside, and the thought of him being on the other side of the door just didn’t feel right.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose if you’re tired. I know your work day was long.”

You nodded eyes skimming from his ankles to his hair.

“Suddenly? Not so tired.”

“Me neither. Let’s go inside.”

That’s what you thought.

You unlocked the door to your place leading him into the living room.

“Um make yourself comfortable. I just gotta let my girls know I got home alright. Do you want anything to drink?” You asked.

“I better not. Still gotta drive home.”

There was something about his lack of confidence about getting laid that had you pausing in the kitchen. Few men had ever made it past the threshold on the first date. The threshold may as well have been a neon arrow towards your vagina. Not that you’d decided to have sex with him. Of course not...

Y/n: I know y’all are not placing bets that center around my pussy. Get a life.

Raya: Girl I’m married with two kids and you just went out with Chris Evans. Your life is my life. Don’t take that from me.

Tanya: Now sis, why are you texting us when there is some red, white, and blue DICK to be had.

Jesse: djdflkjgdf

Raya: lmao. She got a point. Did he drop you off?

Y/n: He did.

Tanya: Annnnnnnnnnnd?

Y/n: Annnnnnd my date ain’t over. I simply must be going. Night night!

Your phone began to erupt with buzzes in your palm. You quickly set it to silent to ignore the peanut gallery and headed back to your date.

Chris was in your living room staring at a photo you had set up on the wall. It was you, your mother, and your little brother all wrapped up in each other from your graduation the second time. The fact that his ass was poised like a piece of fruit begging to be plucked from the tree is a secondary detail.

“Is this your family?” He grinned. “You look just like your mother.”

You stalked closer, ready to be in his space again, and smiled.

“This was for degree number two. I’m the first to ever get a master’s, and my mom couldn’t stop crying the whole day. This is the only picture I had where she wasn’t obviously in tears.” You hummed.

“That’s beautiful. She’s got so much to be proud of. You’re clearly an amazing woman.”

Most may have tilted their head in shyness, maybe looked at the ground and ignored the compliment. Such a cliche. You had learned long ago that the most radical, most self-loving thing you could do was believe your own hype. Others will rarely do it for you. Chris seemed to be the exception to many rules.

You raised your chin proudly. “Thank you. Every ounce of it, I get from her. I can assure you of that.”

“I believe you. Mothers really are the superheroes of the world, no pun intended.”

You reached for his hand slowly, heart warming at the way he instantly went to intertwine your fingers. He was truly nestling himself inside your head, your walls coming down one by one. Silence pursued as you led him towards the couch, his eyes raking over every inch of you as you moved. As his back hit the couch, you stepped out of your heels. His legs were deeply parted and the thickness of his thighs looked like the perfect seat. It didn’t help the way his hands were gripping his thighs like an invitation. That knot that sometimes appeared in your belly when he was around tightened.

“Can I sit with you?” You hummed.

“You can sit anywhere you’d like.”

His voice had suddenly gone husky and deep, your eyes fluttering wantonly at the sound. You were mostly definitely going to take him up on that.

You placed your foot on the space of the cushion right next to his thigh, and used the leverage to climb yourself into his lap. His hands immediately came to rest on the small of your back pulling you close, close, close.

This kiss is better. Much better.

Whatever gentlemanly urges he’d proudly displayed throughout the night, quickly gave way to a new urge, a hunger that boiled hot for each of you. It was the same feeling you’d felt when he first caught you at the bar, multiplied by a million. His facial hair rubbed tantalizing along your jaw as he kissed and bit and marked you with reckless abandon. Your fingers turned to fists in his hair and tugged sharply. The moan he released in response had your hips bucking up against his.

“God, come here.” He muttered against your throat.

His too-large palms went from your back to your ass and suddenly he was tugging you rougher, firmer, right against something firm of his own.

“Oh shit.” you whimpered thighs tightening around his waist. “Touch me.”

His lips began a trail from your neck down your cleavage, beard scratching up the flesh until your back was arching in lust.

“Take this off.” He demanded with a tug to your cardigan.

No problem there.

“You next.” You whined and reached for the bottom of his sweater instead.

Your camisole joined the rest of the pile on the floor and suddenly his tongue was finding the patch of skin right between your breasts. Wet didn’t begin to describe what you were experiencing in that moment.

“You’re fucking gorgeous you know that?” He huffed.

Your fingers gripped at his knee for leverage and you leaned back just enough to give your hips room to breathe. And move.

“Fuck.”

You giggled at Chris, your hips sliding against his in the most amazing rhythm.

“I like it when you lose that little nice-guy thing you got going on. What else do you got hidden from me, Chris?”

His hands moved to the thick of your thighs and squeezed hard until you lost your own grip of self-control.

“I think you like to take the reins. I think every part of your life is carefully constructed to your liking. But I’m starting to wonder what it might look like if you lost a little control, y/n. Do you think I could make you do that?”

Your eyes, though hooded with the overwhelming emotions he was making you feel, found a way to burst open at his words. Because in just one single night he saw you. Saw you in a way that you had not willingly given out. There was an armor that you put on to walk out into the world, something intentionally crafted to keep you safe. How had he disabled it in just one night? As sexy as it was, it was also scary. Were you ready to let him take control?

“Look if you wanna make me lose control? You better have something damn good to show for it, sir.” You grinned.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Okay.”

And just like that you were being lifted into the air like a spaceship taking launch. A man had never lifted you with such ease since you were a child. A grown ass woman of your size wasn’t just thrown around like a rag-doll. Dainty had certainly never been used to describe you. And yet, Chris had managed to stand with your legs and arms wrapped around his like a kola to a tree. His hands on your lower body only throw you further out of whack. This shit was insane. And your pussy was transcending physics with how wet he’d manage to make you.

“Can I take you to bed?” He panted, breath harsh against your lips.

You groaned. “God, yes, boy scout. Please take me to bed.”

Your bed seems perfectly crafted for two, or maybe that’s just the feel of him sucking at the skin of your pulse point. His tongue is suddenly everywhere. On your neck. Below your sternum. At the jut of your hip. He strips you of your jeans and falls victim to the slim space between your thighs. His palms now work on mapping them expansively but not without exploring the thin piece of fabric that separates him from the wetness of your inner folds. All it takes is the tip of his nose to rub against the pubic mound, right above your clit, and you just kind of lose it.

“Holy shit! Please. Just please.” You whined, hips bucking closer to his mouth.

A grin descended upon his face that held all of the cockiness of a man who was sure of himself. It was the first time he’d ever looked like that to you. And lord was it hot.

“Sweetheart listen to me.” He said smoothly. “I’m gonna make you cum now. But you gotta be good for me. Can you do that?”

Your lips parted in shock. What does one say to such a thing?

“Okay.”

He’s not interested in torturing you, at least not this time. As soon as you promise to be good, his tongue snakes out of his mouth and he’s on you. Firm flicks of his tongue and hard sucks of his lips quickly leaves your underwear sodden. It appears he has no interest in taking them off, and you might just care if it weren’t for the way he was rocking your body. Most men couldn’t find a clit if there was a neon sign pointing to it. Chris finds it like it's his damn address. He sucks and licks and drools until your thighs pulse, until your back arches, until your body feels poised like spring begging to break.

Your fingers dig into the meat of his shoulders trying desperately to pull him closer. You’re not gonna make it.

“I--I gotta...I gotta cum.” You huffed.

He nods while he’s eating you out and takes your statement as a direction to slip his fingers between the soaked material of your underwear. You’re so wet that there’s barely any hit of tension as his finger slides deep inside of you. You can hear it now right beside the desperate pants of your mouth, the crude slip of his fingers digging into you, searching and pumping. He curls it just right, touches that place, until you can’t breathe, until your bursting for him like an overripe fruit.

Your body throbs and pulses as the orgasm rocks its way through you and he never moves, just licks away your release with the same intensity. When you collapse, he lays his head against your thigh and grins up at you with wet lips and a wet beard and eyes completely void of anything but tenderness.

“Oh fuck off.” You whined pushing your hand tiredly against his face.

He chuckled but absolutely did not fuck off. Instead he took to placing kisses along the skin of your inner thighs as if he was rewinding the coil inside of you so that he could make you come loose all over again.

“You done?” He hummed nosing at your pubic bone. “We can be done, just let me know.”

“Really?”

“Of course, really.”

You bit your lip and watched him for a few minutes. His fingers were drawing patterns on your leg, his lips feeling like they shot sparks all across your skin. You wanted him bad. Whoever said consent wasn’t sexy hadn’t had Chris Evans in their bed obviously.

“Come up here.”

His eyes finally left the dream of your thighs and locked with yours. He trailed slowly up your body, thighs and arms bracketing either side of you. Your back arched involuntarily until your chests touched. He kissed you long enough for the taste of yourself to get lost in your own mouth. His facial hair still scratched hotly at your flesh.There wasn’t anything you wanted more than for him to destroy you in that moment. So that’s exactly what you said.

“Chris?” You mumbled against his lips.

He immediately backed away. “Yea?”

You reached over to the drawer of your bedside table and grabbed aimlessly for protection. The condom wrapper fell into his hand and your legs came naturally around his waist.

“I’d like for you to wreck me...please.”

It didn’t sound like a question. It was much more a demand than a plea. But your boy scout aimed to please. And please he did.

“I can do that.”

Suddenly when Nicki Minaj said You’ll never catch me in a light-skin nigga’s bed, it took on a whole new meaning. Surely she meant light skin like Drake, and sis definitely had a point. But... surely Nicki couldn’t hate you for the choices you made that night, and all the ones you’d go on to make for this man in particular. After-all, it was technically your bed.

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47, 45, 43, 38, 36, 35, 29, 30, 25, 26, 17, 7, 8 , 1 & 5!! hahah sorry if it’s a lot i’m just curious 🤷‍♀️♥️

Oh wow !😘 Okay this might take me a bit but here you go! I'm going to put a few under the cut as well so it isn't as long. 💓

1) How old were you when you first starting writing fanfiction?

Oh gosh - definitely really young. I used to watch TV shows and read books and would rewrite things my own way. I also wrote some really bad ER fanfiction at the age of 11. I was really embarrassed about writing fanfiction for years (literally up until ... December) and now I just kind of own it. It's been part of my life for a very long time.

5) If you had to choose a favourite out of all of your multi chaptered stories, which would it be and why?

WSNE, for sure. I remember outlining it back in July of last year laughing at myself thinking "well, if I finish this one day, this is how it will go." I never thought I would actually finish it, or that it would become what it did. I'm secretly really proud of it and sometimes I forget that I wrote it from nothing.

7) When is your preferred time to write?

This sounds bizarre - but early morning (think 3:30-4:45 AM). I have really weird sleep habits and wake up really early, and would do most of my writing then. A ton of WSNE was written in the early mornings.

8) Where do you take your inspiration from?

Everywhere. I know it's a simple answer but a lot of things I write are based in real life experience of either myself or people I know. I get a lot of inspiration from music and movies, and of course, other writers too. Sometimes it'll be a conversation with another writer, or sometimes it just comes to me.

17: Post a line from a WIP that you’re working on.

This is not Hotchniss related, but it's what I'm currently working on:

He recognizes the tone he uses, the gentle one that he often saved for the middle of the night when they would curl up into each other and pretend reality didn’t exist outside the windows of his apartment

25: I answered this one here

26: Which part of your xxx fic was the hardest to write?

I struggled immensely with chapter 44 of WSNE. The aftermath of Doyle was so overwhelming to wrap up and somehow get Emily/Aaron back together believably while still keeping things moving. There were so many loose ends and a lot of emotion and it took me a very long time to get that one done.

29: Do you have a story that you feel doesn’t get as much love as you’d like?

Not really - I am very grateful for all of the love and support on all of my stories. I really can't ask for more in terms of that ... and I am so lucky to have such wonderful, loyal readers. I recognize usernames so when I see the same people coming back ... it just makes me so happy.

30: In contrast to 29 is there a story which gets lots of love which you kinda eye roll at?

Again, not really. I am always happy to see when one of my older stories gets some love. Acquiesce, the first fic I ever wrote for Hotchniss (well, in 2020 - not counting the one I wrote in 2011) lately got some love on ao3 and that made me smile.

35: Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?

I was hoping someone would ask me this. I have been so, so lucky to have made some wonderful friends thanks to writing. Being able to share things with them - quickly send them something with "does this make sense?" or show them the first draft of something ... it has been a joy on both ends (sharing my own writing and theirs being shared with me)

36: Can you give us a spoiler for one of your WIP’s?

So ... think Grey's Anatomy, bomb episode from s2, but Hotchniss. 😈

38: If you could collab with any other writer on here, who would it be?

There are so many I had a really hard time with this. But I would probably have to say @eprcntiss. I am always in awe of their work, and after the masterpiece that was Sunday, I would love to see what we could come up with!

43: Has anyone ever guessed the plot twist of one of your fics before you posted it?

@whitecrossgirl guessed that Derek was the BAU team member killed in Right Where You Left Me almost immediately.

45: What spurs you on during the writing process?

Feedback. It's a common answer because it's very true. Reading reactions from others and hearing that someone out there enjoyed something I created is a wonderful feeling. I am always very grateful for comments, kudos, and reblogs. It really does help :)

47: Here’s a fic title - insert a made up title. What would this story be about?

I would love to do this one, but I need a title 😉

And, dear anon, whoever you are, thank you for sending all of these! I'm very flattered! 💓

#asks #writing asks

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squireofgeekdom · 3 years

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Fic Writer Interview

Tagged by the excellent @philcoulsonismyhero

Name: Call me Squire! I’m also squireofgeekdom on ao3.

Fandoms: Oh gosh, I think I listed all of these out for a meme recently and there are ... a lot. I’ve got a big ongoing idw tf g1 fic, that’s meet in the middle, and I’ve been writing various fics for the flash (despite uhhhh very much not having been up to date on the show for years... XD they’re s1/s2 centric, by and large)... hmmm, what else is on the first page of my fics? The Murderbot Diaries, an End Times (webseries - go watch it!)/Old Guard crossover, Tales of Arcadia... My top 5 fandoms per ao3 are idw tf g1, the flash, the mcu, star wars, and the west wing (one of these things is not like the others XD)

Two-shot: I think I have four of them:

A Black Cat on Halloween, a Tales of Arcadia fic centered on Hisirdoux and Archie - the split is between one Halloween and the next, pre and post Wizards

Quills, which is a IDW TF G1 daemon au fic, centered on First Aid and Ratchet during and post Luna-1. The split is between the first chapter in First Aid’s pov and the second chapter in Ratchet’s pov - normally I wouldn’t blink at having multiple character pov’s in one chapter with scene breaks, but there’s enough else going on in this fic with nonlinear narration that the split made sense for me. Mind the tags.

And two End Times crossovers, one more recent and one much older: Quynh and Sebastian are Wolverine? an End Times and The Old Guard crossover, and What Kind of Day Has it Been? an End Times (web series) and West Wing crossover. In both cases the break is where an episode break would be in an episode of the webseries

Most popular multi-chapter: By both kudos and bookmarks, that’s Does it Hurt? a MCU CACW au fic that was never meant to be a multichap and grew into a fixit - which is also my most popular fic overall by those metrics. By comment threads that’s Meet in the Middle, my current ongoing idw tf g1 fic, a canon divergence au with eventual driftrod - though since mitm is at 16/26 chapters, comment threads is a bit of an unfair comparison to a 5 chapter multichap like Does it Hurt? XD

Actual worst part of writing: The fact that it requires both time and energy. Do you know how many things I would have written if I did not have to have both of those things to write. Do you.

How you choose your titles: Oh god. Titles are either ‘oh yeah, i had this early in the wip stage’ or like. the worst. Uh ... single word or short phrase titles, song lyrics, relevant quote from the canon, it’s What It Says On The Tin... all of these are things that I’ve used.

Do you outline: It depends on the fic, but usually for anything that’s longish / plotty / part of a series, I have something down - it varies a lot between like, bullet points, rambling paragraph of like ‘something something and then THING and we have to get into X’, and really detailed scene by scene outlines

Ideas I probably won’t get around to but wouldn’t it be nice: oh god don’t come for me like this. there are so many. every time I look back at old writing memes it’s like oh yeah. there are sentences from that abandoned wip sitting in my google drive. the multichap post-movie old guard fic? the tonyrhodey pacific rim au? and like. i’ve accepted that i’m almost certainly not going to get around to finishing them but like. wouldn’t it be nice? sure it would! it really would! plus like every one shot crossover thing that i’ve posted that readers have been like ‘hey this is great, i really enjoyed x, i’d love to see more of this if you ever decide to continue’ me too buddy. me too. (I very much appreciate those comments, to be clear) gosh. just like. looking through old aus and crossovers i’d discussed with friends??? so many i love dearly as they are and would also love to like. exist as fic in the world also. i am currently holding myself back from writing a cisco and eobard centric werewolf au (because of course that’s in my brain. of course it is. there could not Be any more Me thing) by the skin of my fucking teeth because i have so many other flash wips. THERE ARE SO MANY. SO. MANY.

Callouts @ me: JESUS FUCK SQUIRE, WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MANY WIPS (because it’s fun)

also - also - for fuck’s sake, squire, truly - truly - you do not have to use dashes - every - other - word (yes I do and I have no intention of stopping)

Best writing traits: Hmm what did I mention last time... character voice/narration voice, internal monologue, action sequences..... also lots of aspec and trans headcanons in my fics. is that a writing strength? it is now.

Spicy tangential opinion: i don’t know that it’s a spicy take but i will take this opportunity to continue my endless effort to raise awareness of the wonderfulness of & tags! & tags! use them for focal platonic&familial (&otherwise nonromantic/nonsexual) relationships in your fics! don’t forget that you can search on them if that’s what you’re looking for! (I am searching for & tags all! the! time!)

uhhh what else, please leave kudos and positive comments on fics you enjoy when you can, be kind to people, not everything is going to be For You / your cup of tea and that is okay, ao3 is an amazing work of fanwork preservation and has a search system that’s the envy of every academic database i’ve searched in and i’d like to give all the volunteers brownies/the dessert of their choice, be kind to people. truly my spiciest opinions.

#squire's adventures in the archive

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beyourownanchor6 · 3 years

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Thanks for the tag @honestlydarkprincess & @twofirefighterdads 💛

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

397,828

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

I’ve written for five. 9-1-1, Animal Kingdom, Teen Wolf, Pretty Little Liars, and Roswell NM (I don’t actively write for the last two)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Five + 1- 638

Someone to stay- 575

Of All the Bad Decisions I’ve Made, You Were Never One of Them- 422

I Wish Everything Was as Easy as Loving You- 407

Because I Love You- 400

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

I’m pretty much incapable of writing a non-happy ending, but I did write sort of an angsty/opened ended for a recent DxA story.

I’ve Never Heard Silence Quite This Loud

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

Oh gosh, there’s so many! I’m just gonna go with my most recent one, because the whole thing was pure Buddie fluff!

Did You Know, that I Love You?

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

Not really. I have a Pretty Little Liars/Roswell NM crossover but it’s pretty much abandoned at this point 😬

Read at your own risk…Pretty Little Roswell

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

Oh yes, i’m a whore for some good ole’ smut 😏 Anything from sweet and loving to hot and heated. Haven’t really gotten into the world of dom/sub yet.

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

Yes! Every. Single. One. It means so much to me that someone took time out of their day to read and comment on my little story. I love my commenters 💙

10. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Just once. The person didn’t like the cannon part of my ‘cannnon compliant story’ and decided to tell me they couldn’t get past that and that I should change it…..

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

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

No, but I’m definitely interested in doing so!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Ughh I don’t even know, there’s so many! I’m just gonna have to go with Buddie and DeranxAdrian!

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

Probably the crossover I mentioned above…I just can’t connect with it anymore. I hate leaving something unfinished, but I’d feel even worse if I just wrote some meaningless/forced ending.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Endings. I write most of those first. I’m also decent at planning stories out, especially if they’re multi-chapter.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Word selection—I feel like I use certain words over and over (though this could just be me nit-picking my own writing) I also find it difficult to write for several characters in one story, like with dialogue.

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

I’ve only done it for my Buddie stories with Spanish (what I don’t know I look up, and am always grateful when people help me out if I misplaced/misspelled words)

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Teen Wolf (though I haven’t posted most of them here)

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

Again, there’s so many!

I’ll go with Didn’t I (for Buddie) and Fragments of Us (for DeranxAdrian)

tagging @stillbeatingheart @reallysmartladymariecurie @loveyourownsmiilee @fearlessbuck @justsmilestuffhappens @iresolatio @littlecountrymouse and anyone else who wants to do this 🥰

#ask games #writer asks #my writing #ao3 #read on ao3

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muffinlance · 5 years

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How the hell do you manage to write such long, multi-chapter fics??? Like- how?! I'm barely slugging myself through this one-shot a few paragraphs at a time and I-??? Do you have motivation with you constantly?? Is my interest in other fandoms slowing my progress?? Nonetheless- like gosh, I doubt I'd ever be able to make fics more than one chapter long- much less complete them !!! What the heck is your secret, mate???

Okay so the best kept secret of all authors everywhere is:

There is no secret.

(Which is not a well kept secret at all, really, but people don't seem to believe it despite every author ever saying it.)

Like. It's just, years of practice? Intentful practice, where you pick a skill and study how stories you like are pulling it off and say "in this project Imma work on improving that", and then you do it even though writing is haaaard and you'd really rather stop and go start that other shiny project instead--

*SLAPS SELF OVER HAND WITH A RULER, NO SHINY ENDLESS TANGENTS FOR YOU*

Starting with shorter works is a Real Good Idea. They're not a huge time commitment--which allows for relatively quick "I did it!" gratification and equally quick "...I did it but it sucks" chances to figure out where you went wrong and either edit or improve for the next project. They let you practice all the skills you'll need for longer works, but without a year or more of your life committed to them. The short story is a unit that stacks quite nicely: chaptered works are essentially short stories strung together, with scenes being the flash fiction that comprise them.

Once you start feeling comfortable at the short story level, scale up if it interests you (though the short story itself is an artform and screw anyone who tries to say novels are inherently better): practice at the novella level (aka a couple of related chapters), the full novel (aka a couple of intertwined novellas), the series level (aka a couple of novels). All of these break down into short stories, just... more of them, building semi-sequentially in the same AU, with more breathing room for layering plots and character arcs then the focused medium of a short story allows.

I currently consider myself Pretty Good Okay at the short story level and Decently Competent at the novel. Currently I'm actively practicing at the series level, which Avatar is really good for, because it's native format is already broken into "books"; working out how an AU changes things is basically the writing equivalent of using tracing paper on part of a picture you like before coloring it yourself. I am justifying the crazy amounts of time I'm spending on fanfic as writing practice, and frankly it is paying off, because holy hell have my daily-ish writing habits improved and I'm seeing really nice returns on how well I think at the novel-wide level. Like. I was redoing the Scaled Over outline yesterday, and was idly scribbling notes on overall focus issues, background supporting arcs, ect in the margins and just... Two years ago my brain would have struggled to work like that? But now it's like, "oh hey don't forget this this and this." Not to mention that two years ago writing around 200k in less-than-a-year would have been insane for me.

Fanfic. It's good practice, yo.

(And a perfectly reasonable end in itself, if professional aspirations don't appeal to you. I know plenty of fanfics with a bigger readership and cultural impact than most published novels. Let none shame this wonderful hobby.)

tldr: Write lots. Write gud. Gud write make betterer writes. Yay you, you writer!

#writing stuff #PS: motivation is a myth #there is only hard work #and the liberal application thereof on days you'd rather just blob #I find airplane mode plus a writing timer very helpful

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kevyfanfics · 4 years

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Author Interview Tag

Thanks a ton for the tag @superherotiger!! <3

Name: Kevy

Fandoms: Oh gosh, okay, fandoms I’ve written for: Marvel (mostly irondad spiderson avengers stuff), Naruto, Star Wars, D&D, etc..

Where you post: Ao3, FanFiction, Wattpad, and Quotev!

Most popular one-shot: (Based on kudos) Bittersweet (Endgame Fix-It)

Most popular multi-chapter fic: (Based on kudos) Spidey Tot

Favorite story you’ve written so far: Pain Will Always Come Back to Haunt You (and When Trauma Comes Knocking because it’s the sequel) and I’m absolutely loving the plot so far :)

Fic you were nervous to post: Haunting of Avengers Tower because I ran out of time for Halloween and I felt iffy about the ending

How you choose your titles: I just go with what feels right :) like with naming chapters! People ask how I come up with all the chapter titles and I just take the general feel if the chapter (or story) and take the words I think of and see if I can incorporate them. Otherwise, I put a spin on a popular saying!

Do you outline: YES. EXTREMELY. I have a separate doc for outlining and it’s 30+ pages lol

Complete: 18 finished, published fics!

In progress: I think foooour? Only two of them I’m actively working on cause they're a sequel and a third installment haha

Coming soon/not yet started: Villain!Tony and a Guardian Angel AU! Tony as a villain gives me butterflies djkfhjs and throwing irondad spiderson into it *chef’s kiss*

Do you accept prompts: I did once! Not anymore though because I’m super busy with school and sequels that there’s noooo way I can handle doing prompts for free rn

Upcoming story you are most excited to write: I feel terrible saying Akatsuki Naruto BUT it’s extremely self indulgent and I’m having soooo much fun with it!! Otherwise, Im super excited to keep posting When Trauma Comes Knocking and to write the third and final part of that series :)

@tommyparkerr 👀

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Hey so I wanna start writing botw fanfiction of my own, and I was curious if you had any tips for writing for this fandom?

I don’t know what gave you the impression that I am qualified to give advice, but I will try!

If you have the game, I find it helpful to actually go to the places in Hyrule that you’re writing about, so you can get a sense of what everything looks and sounds like, and even gather context clues of what it smells and feels like. Plus, to make sure the tone of my whole fic is consistent, I usually put up music from the BOTW OST or whatever music fits. Then I couple it with the website A Soft Murmur for any other world building sounds, like fire, wind, rain, birds, or whatever

You can use the website Guide of the Wild to find any other details whether on the map or compendium if you don’t have the game. And just searching up images or gameplay works too

Take advantage of the great world of botw to pace your dialogue! My biggest struggle (and pet peeve that I can fall into myself) is dialogue pacing. Sometimes it’s appropriate to write blocks of text for context or exposition purposes, but for regular banter I always like to put a few sentences in between to flesh out the actions and scenery. This person says that, as the wind blows their hair into their face. That person responds, while running their fingers on the morning dew caught on the blades of grass. Stuff like that

Sometimes I’m tired of switching between the character’s name and “he/she/they” so to spice it up, I use “The Zora” or “The Hylian” (etc. etc.) as an alternative. Although, this only works if you’re working with two different races, and it ultimately depends on how your fic flows

Do the characters that you’re most familiar with or you feel you understand the most. Don’t feel obligated to shove Zelda in just because they hang out with Link, if you don’t know how you’ll use her. Unsure of how to write for Sidon? Then don’t! I promise you that a fic is 102% better when you write two characters really well, rather than shoving in a few popular ones for the heck of it. It’s you world, do what you want.

More under the cut:

Then again, if there’s no way around it and you need to write for a character and you don’t know, first I’d rewatch all cutscenes with them on youtube. If that doesn’t give you ideas, try the Creating a Champion book (There is a free pdf online, and it’s also great for references and research/world building in general) and if you can’t get anything from that, just search up headcanons and fics about that character from other good works. Luckly, most of Nintendo characters are crafted around a simplistic trait, and are made more complex off of that starting point. Sidon is kind supportive shark prince, Revali is an asshole with a heart of gold, etc, etc, so just build off of whatever character traits you have.

And again, you’re the one writing the fic, so honestly you could write them however you want. Write for yourself first, rather than writing to appeal to canon

Dialogue has so much room for characterization and take advantage of it, especially for Nintendo characters because again, they’re usually written around a central character trait. Revali uses long, complex words to show off, Mipha is typically more soft spoken and polite. So did your character “say” something? Or did they “enunciate their words,” or maybe they “whispered tentatively while avoiding their gaze.” Did they say “That’s great,” or did they say “Extraordinary! Fantastic! Truly this is a marvelous event!” Or maybe they said “Who would have thought? I certainly didn’t expect something so monumental coming from you.”

I don’t even have to say the characters but you know instinctively what kind of characters were speaking for those last two, just from the connotation and diction alone. Use that! Use your word choice to convey character!!

Now this might just be the screenwriter in me speaking, but I usually frame my scenes using the upside-down triangle method. LFTS explains it really well in this video, and you should just follow them in general. (Also the youtube channel hello future me has some fantastic videos on writing so follow them too!)

Anyhow, the upside-down triangle or funnel method is basically the principal that the first line of a scene establishes the broad premise that the scene moves around, and the last line of the scene establishes the point and purpose. (Now this doesn’t really work that well for one-shots on cute fluff or whatever, and it’s more of your multi-scene things, but there are a few things you can still apply!)

It doesn’t have to be your literal first line or last line, but essentially it breaks down into a question and an answer. The first part of a scene should establish a question, and the stakes. Why are your character’s here? What do they hope to gain? What is preventing them from such? What is there to lose? Then the scene ends with the funneling point, purpose, or answer. At the end of the scene, they realize their feelings despite the obstacles, or they decide they have to go rescue someone, or maybe nothing about their attitude changes at all, despite of something.

See using this method I’m able to focus on the purpose of a scene, I can frame my dialogue and banter to establish characterization and motives easily. I can make sure that every detail and action serves to further the scene’s ultimate goal. I can pace everything to my liking, to make things more dramatic, tense, or comforting, and I can cut out anything that isn’t needed

When you follow this, it makes the payoff, the resolution, or the tragedy all the more satisfying. This kiss is all the better when it’s framed as the perfect funnel point after a scene centered around the premise of their pining, or banter. The angst hurts all the more when your entire scene is focused on building tension and growing insults that dance around the question of “why?” Scenes should either move towards, or away from a certain goal or point. If nothing changes, if it affects nothing, and it doesn’t add to world or character building, scrap it.

Also write your scenes out of order if you must! You have all those great ideas for dialogue and cute fluff or whatever, but you’re not at that point yet? Write it down!! You will forget, and you will regret it. Write the entire ending if you must, even if you haven’t finished the first scene. In fact, you should actually do that because again, the funnel/upside-down triangle method means that the ending is a very important part. So yeah, when you get that idea just write it in the margins, don’t stop the flow of your brain!

I act out my scenes. It’s stupid but it works for me. I say the words outloud as I talk down to the dishwasher. This way I can also get a sense of the body language, whether it be for Revali, speaking to someone with his wings tucked behind his back, or Sidon who always expresses his gratitude with grandeur arm motions!

And I keep using Revali and Sidon as examples because foils!!! Botw characters are so perfect for foils oh my gosh. Foil your characters, please. If you’re using a side character it’s so great if they are also a foil. I already mention Revali and Sidon being opposites, but similar things can be done with Yunobo and Link, or Zelda and Mipha. Foils don’t mean that an entire character is the opposite of another, just a certain trait. Teba and Revali are similar in their attitudes, but still work as foils when talking about Revali’s flamboyancy to Teba’s stoic and grim demeanor.

Final point, if you didn’t enjoy writing it, if you wrote to please someone other than yourself, you did it wrong.

#botw #breath of the wild #legend of zelda botw #loz botw #writing

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labyrinth-runner · 4 years

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Which Fic...

Tagged by @anakinswhore

I had to break out the master lists for this. ALSO. I’m leaving out any sinful sunday things for this lol

…did you think would get a bigger reaction/audience than it got?

Oh gosh. Literally any of my song fics? Like literally any of the Obidala ones. Specifically Guys My Age and One Thing. I also had high hopes for Senate Submission (Obidala) and Love Drunk (Obi-Wan) and I feel like those both flopped.

Also The Greatest Thing. It’s one of those things where you put hours and hours of effort into it and no one really reads it, so that’s discouraging.

…got a better reaction than you expected?

A Garden in Gotham. When it comes to fics on here, it’s definitely the one series that’s garnered the most asks.

Also, Pirate!Obi. Everyone seems to love him.

Off of here, my most popular fic is actually Come What May, which is my modern AU Obidala fic but it’s also very centered around Obi-Wan and Anakin’s bromance (they’re foster brothers in my AU).

…is your funniest?

Oh gosh. I have a lot of funny one liners that I sneak into things that no one ever catches onto. But. Probably either Come What May, or Hauntober Day 25, Crystals. I’m here for the roasting of Anakin for losing his lightsabers

…is your darkest/angstiest?

Oh gawrsh.

I feel like there are bits and pieces of darkness in my multi-chapter fics.

Come What May deals with grief for a stretch.

Aconite in the Night from AGiG was sinister.

The Greatest Thing has a lot of angst here and there.

Senate Submission is dark in the sense that what he does is fucked up.

There’s one oneshot I wrote where I wrote it based off Obi at the end of the slave trade arc in TCW.

…is your absolute favorite?

Fuck. Guys My Age, Come What May, and Some Like it Hot for Obidala

For Obi-Wan x Reader... Love Drunk and the Pirate!Obi oneshot where he goes back to reader’s home.

I’m also hella proud of my Alex Law Series. And The Greatest Thing.

…is your least favorite?

My Obi x Reader fic Settle Down, purely because it was my first and I used “Y/N” instead of you and Y/N is my pet peeve in x Reader fics.

Also, Unholy Version 3. I wrote Padmé cheating on Anakin and I feel guilty about it.

…was the easiest to write?

Come What May at times because I’m purely writing that fic for my own self healing and indulgence. And the Banter just comes so easily.

…was the hardest to write?

The Greatest Thing. I’ve done. So. Much. Research. When I wrote that fic.

Also, Across the Stars. It’s my Obi x OC fic that I literally haven’t touched since I wrote the first part. RN it just lives on AO3.

…has your favorite line/exchange/paragraph? (share it)

Okay so I’ve got like two.

Come What May, Ch 13

"I don't think I will ever get used to talking about him in the past tense," he said hollowly. Her heart broke for him.

"Obi, you don't have to. I don't think it's something anyone would ever get used to. He was your father, and the idea that he should have been around a lot longer isn't something odd. If it helps you to talk about him as if he's just gone out and he's going to come back for now, then you should," she said gently. "This is still fresh and raw for you. You will heal, but you have to heal at your own pace. You don't have to force yourself to haphazardly stitch up the wound. That will only make it worse. It'll either get infected, or it won't heal properly and you'll be left with a scar."

"Padmé, I'm sorry," he replied, looking off to the side. She could see the unshed tears building in his eyes again.

"Look at me," she said, gently cupping his face and refocusing him on her. "You do not have to apologize for grieving. You will always be grieving this loss. Sometimes you'll have good days, and sometimes there will be days where you see something and it'll remind you of him so much that you'll want to break down. But no matter what, those feelings are valid. He's your dad, Obi, and nothing will change that fact. But, you need to give yourself time. You shouldn't push yourself too hard to be okay, because you're not. That's not to say you won't eventually be okay, but right now you're not and that is perfectly fine. It's human. There's no correct way to grieve, but you need to grieve."

"Padmé, I..." he trailed off, a soft smile forming on his face as he looked at her. She wanted to ask him to finish his thought, but this wasn't about her right now. Instead, she used her thumb to flick away a stray tear.

And... In The Greatest Thing, Chapter One

"Is a woman not a flower?" she asked in response. "If one looked at the ball room like a bird in a tree looks over a garden, would they not see the same sight? Women in colorful dresses, putting on their best airs and making themselves colorful enough to be wanted in order to attract the bees of men."

His brow furrowed at her words. "You speak like a poet. Darling, what's wrong with attracting a bee?"

She smiled knowingly, wagging a pointed finger at him like she used to when they were children and she needed to teach him a lesson. "Bees pollinate flowers. They spread the pollen 'round and round. Bees have the ability to seek out other flowers when theirs start to wither and die. Bees don't have to tend to the flower as it dies on the vine," she gently reached out to hold a dying rose, smiling sadly at it. "No one wants the flower when its not at its best, for they don't truly love the flower. If they did... they'd know that the flower still had so much more to give, even after it looses its beauty."

He smiled at her as he softly asked, "And if someone cherished the flower in all forms?"

"Because they respected the flower or merely because they saw the usefulness of the flower?" she countered as she released the flower to regard him. She didn't quite realize it, but she was holding her breath as she awaited his answer.

"Perhaps they respect the flower, missing it terribly when it doesn't grow back every year. Still, as they're in the garden, they think of the flower and how the garden isn't quite the same without it," he replied.

"You missed me?" she asked breathlessly.

"Are we no longer discussing flowers?" he chuckled.

"Were we ever discussing flowers?" she countered with a raised brow.

…have you re-read the most?

Okay so. I know I said I wouldn’t talk about sinful sunday but. I think the ones I reread the most are the Imperial Obi Sinful Sundays And the one that I think I have titled “Dirty Talk meets breaking the bed’

…would you recommend to someone reading your work for the first time?

Tbh, I’d just direct them to my Masterlist of Masterlists and tell them to go at it. But, if you want to really get to know me, truly, deeply know me... Come What May, which is only on a03 and ff.net, and The Greatest Thing, because TGT is truly a labor of love.

…are you most proud of?

The first like. 8 chapters of The Greatest Thing. Those were truly like next level, Jane austen tier metaphors and writing and I am proud of it, even if no one reads it lmao. I get it, no one likes OCs, but I didn’t want to spend the whole fic using “you” because that just gets so repetitive. But, I also love the one shot that inspired TGT as well.

Tagging any of my writer friends, @sabinemorans @goldenkenobi @the-mandalorian-clone-lover

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paigenotblank · 5 years

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Fanfic Author tag game

Tagged by: @onthedriftinthetardis - thank you for tagging me, friend!

Tagging: @gingerteaonthetardis, @lotsofthinkythoughts, @lizann5869, @blueboxesandtrafficcones, @chocolatequeennk, @skyler10fic and my brain went blank on who else writes...I am sorry if I forgot you but consider yourself tagged if you are reading this!

Ao3 name: LadyPaigeC

Fandoms: Doctor Who mainly with a bit of dabble in Teninch (Broadchurch, Secret Diary of a Call Girl, Takin’ Over the Asylum, Hang Ups, etc)

Number of fics: 82 (including a couple of drabbles) plus an additional 10 headcanon asks

1. Fic you spent the most time on: Well one of my current WIPs (loosely titled The Journey’s Beginning) is actually the first thing I ever started writing in DW fandom and I’ve yet to complete it, so...🤷 However, in terms of actual writing time, I think it was probably The Age of the Wolf. I did a lot of reading up on the Time War and Expanded Universe storylines and spent a lot of time working out how to make the overlapping episodes play out together.

2. Fic you spent the least time on: Hmm. I think it was either Moonlight Rendezvous (Ten x Rose), A Death Defying Romance (Nine x Rose AU), or His Beloved (Twelve x Rose) (which was totally written out of spite for a 12 x Rose anti). All three of those were written very quickly and seemed to come to me easily.

3. Longest fic: The Age of the Wolf (Eight x Rose; Ten x Rose, Eleven x Rose) at just under 40K words.

4. Shortest fic: Atomic Blonde (Ten x Rose) which was a dwsmutfest 69 word “drabble”

5. Most hits: The Age of the Wolf with 5600, but for a non-multi chapter fic it is A Little Bit of Hope (version 2) with 4630.

6. Most kudos: The Age of the Wolf with 522

7. Most comment threads: Accidentally Ours (Ten x Rose) with 117

8. Fave fic you wrote: Oh goodness. How do I pick?!?!? They are all my children! I will say that I am amazed at how well The Age of the Wolf came together in the end. It was so difficult to write and I struggled a lot with it. Honestly, I’m just proud to have finished it. Penance and Pain (Nine x Rose) is also another one I have a soft spot for. One because I love poor Nine still hurting from the repercussions of the Time War and two it was the fic that introduced me to so many of my friends in fandom.

9. Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: Hmm, I have a few that I want to tie up in regards to the series. Specifically my Embracing Life (Ten x Rose) series. Hannah Baxter - Sex Surrogate also has another adventure coming for sweet Martin. 😏 😈 🔥🔥🔥

10. Share a bit of your WIP or share a story idea that you’re planning:

Oh gosh I have so many WIPs that I’m working on. There is the Martin and Belle one I referenced above; a Hardy and Hannah fic where they have a one night stand before Hannah is thrust back into his life after becoming embroiled in a murder; Walt (from Camping) meets Angel (from The Calcium Kid) while trying out roller derby; Rose and Ten get pulled into a circular paradox that forces them to live through the early 70s and help out the Third Doctor at UNIT; a Sam Tyler and Annie Cartwright fic where instead of working for the Manchester police department, they work for Torchwood and Sam is the son of Nine and Rose; a Sally Lockhart AU where Eleven x Rose run into a fobbed!Ten while trying to sort a mystery; a Tentoo x Rose x Thirteen OT3 fix-it; a Nine x Rose Vampire AU; a Ten x Rose’s daughter meets Nine; a Crowley x Rose fic for @doctorrosetennant; and the other one I referenced above - The Journey’s Beginning - which is a alternate version of Doomsday, where Doomsday still happens, but the Doctor and Rose are never at Canary Wharf. Here is a sneak peak of that one:

Rose sat on a relatively bare part of the control panel, legs swinging, while the Doctor was tinkering under the console. “How much longer, d’ya think?”

The Doctor popped up and dusted off his hands. “Done. Glad I thought to recalibrate the directional unit, she was about 4 time zones off. Now that could have gotten us into a bit of trouble.” He waggled his eyebrows at her.

Rose grinned up at him. “Oh, so now we’ll be trouble free, will we?” Her tongue poke out the side of her mouth. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“Why Rose Tyler! I always knew you were jeopardy friendly, but am I to believe you actually court danger?” The Doctor looked at her with an exaggerated look of surprise.

She giggled. “That’s me. Danger’s my middle name.”

The Doctor placed his hands on either side of Rose and leaned in giving her a heated look. “That so?” Her gaze dropped to his lips as she wet her own. “Well, Miss Rose Danger Tyler, where to next?”

Rose brought her eyes back up to meet the Doctor’s and just as he began to move toward her, Rose’s stomach let out a growl.

He jumped away from his tempting companion and a manic smile broke out across his face.

They had been playing this little game for a few weeks now. Heavy on the flirting and innuendo, a few stolen kisses, but every time things seemed to be progressing towards more, something interrupted them and the Doctor pulled back.

#fanfic author tag game #doctor who #doctor x rose #teninch #hardy x hannah #martin x belle

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darthbelle · 4 years

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Hi there, Sam! I see you have a couple of new asks, so. For "the vibe" one I'll go with 4D1, personally I always imagine u as a flannel wearing fox sipping vodka mixed with something fizzy. Not from a Solo cup, you're not an animal, but like from a funny mug or smth.

Now, for the fanfic writer asks, could u pls pls do 25 and 28 for AEAL and 11, 12, 21 and 35 like in general? I know I ask a LOT of you, so thanks bye!

I really enjoy that you specified that it wouldn’t be from a Solo cup. Like, that’s so funny to me right now. And fairly accurate!

It’s a fun image to consider as a whole, also

11. How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

I’d say I’m pretty dialogue-driven. Like, my stories tend to feature a significant amount of dialogue. Also probably emotionally-driven as well

12. Who is your favorite author?

Stephen King

21. Is there an idea you’ve always wanted to write, but haven’t yet?

literally so many. I’ve had an idea for a multi-chap Carmilla fic bouncing around for months now, for example

25. What scene in [Fanfic Name] took the longest to write? What was difficult about it?

Oh my god, fucking chapter 20 dude. I spent weeks writing that thing. There are so many outtakes, so many directions that I could have taken it, and I just couldn’t find one that worked for me for the longest time. I wasn’t sure if I should draw out certain plotlines or if I should bring it all together and move towards the epilogue...in the end, I chose to bring it all together. If we’re talking specific scenes that did make it into the fic, though....gosh, probably either Tori’s conversation with Nic in Chapter 20 or the piano scene in Chapter 17. The Nic conversation just had a lot of different iterations that changed depending on the decisions I made regarding plot points in chapter 18 and 19. And the piano scene only took a while because I kept trying to figure out where to put it.

I know there were others- writing the dinner scene with Tori, Jade, Nic, and Jake took a while. Couldn’t get the cadence of their conversation right.

Seriously though, fuck chapter 20, that thing was so stressful

28. Is there a part of [Fanfic Name] you’re surprised no one has picked up on yet?

I actually just answered this in a different ask!

but hmm....let’s see if I can think of another

I’m surprised that more people didn’t call out the fact that Hearst College is the name of the college in Veronica Mars

35. Where’s your favorite place to write?

Sitting on my bed, but that’s mostly because I don’t really have anywhere else to do it lol

any others?

#asks #AEAL

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Yours Truly [Epilogue: Sadie]

Summary: Sadie and Chris begin their life together. Pairing: Chris Pratt x OFC, Chris Evans x OFC Word Count: 1905 Warnings: None? A/N: This fic was previously posted on my multi-fandom account; in honor of OC Appreciation Day, I figured I would queue it all up for your reading pleasure throughout the day! This was a collab with @captain-s-rogers , and I will link her chapters at the end of all of my posts! Some GIFs were difficult to find again, so if there’s no credit, they’re from Google Image Search or from the original post.

The weather was unseasonably warm for mid-to-late November in Kansas, and Sadie couldn’t have been more grateful.

The barn had been converted into a wedding venue over the last few months, and was now set up with lighting, as well as heaters for when the evening cooled. Sunflowers and ribbons decorated the whole place in an understated way, and her bridesmaids, save for Caroline, were setting up the rest of the decor at that very moment.

“Can I put my dress on now?” Layla asked, sighing as she waited as patiently as she could for Sadie to finish curling her hair.

“No ma’am. I told you that you have to wait until the photographer gets here, right before the ceremony.”

Layla sighed. “Okay, fine. Adie?”

“Yes?”

“After the wedding, do you get to be my mama right away?”

Sadie smiled to herself. After Emily had given up her parental rights, Chris and Sadie talked at length about what to do about Layla. Sadie was going to be the mother-figure in her life, of course, so they decided there was no reason not to make the whole thing official. Once Chris and Sadie were married, the legal proceedings of the adoption would move forward.

“The judge has to make it all one-hundred-percent,” Sadie answered, using a term that she and Chris had agreed would make the most sense to the young girl, “but you can think of me as your mama whenever you’re ready, sunshine. There’s no rush.”

Layla blushed. “You’ve always been my mama, Adie.”

Sadie smiled as she finished with Layla’s hair. She didn’t know it at the time, but that would be the last time Layla called her ‘Adie’, choosing instead to call her ‘Mama’ from that moment forward.

When three sleek, black SUVs pulled up to the rented farmhouse, Sadie rushed out to the front. Surely there were even more Secret Service agents at the Pratt farm, but she didn’t care – her maid of honor had finally arrived.

“You’re here!” Sadie squealed, bursting through the front door and making a mad rush for Caroline.

“I’m here!” Caroline exclaimed, hugging Sadie tightly. “Sorry about all of this, by the way. Chris tried to get them to stay in D.C,. but apparently that’s not an option.”

Sadie waved her off. “I don’t care, as long as you’re here. I’m starting to get nervous. Like, good nervous, but still nervous. Also, is this a horrible idea? I mean, I’ve known him for like five months. And now we’re getting married. This is a horrible idea. Oh gosh, what am I doing?”

Caroline couldn’t help but chuckle. She put her hands on Sadies shoulders and smiled. “Take a deep breath. This is far from a horrible idea. The two of you – you’re madly in love. If that’s not a reason to get married, I don’t know what is. So what if it’s only been five months. It could have been five years and the outcome would still be the same. You belong together, Sade, don’t let anything change your mind about that.”

“You’re right,” Sadie said, letting out a deep breath. “Okay, I think that’s my panic for the day. Thanks for handling it. C’mon, you’ve got to meet Layla!”

The two women dashed inside; Sadie wasn’t sure who was more excited to meet the other, Caroline or Layla. She was ecstatic that everything was working out so well, and could only hope that Caroline would get along with Chris just as well when she met him later.

“Sadie,” Chris started, “I promise to give you the best of me. To be your best friend, and to support you in everything that you do. I promise to lead our family with both strength and gentleness, and to always be the thing that you need to get through the day. I promise to laugh with you, to cry with you, and to never, ever make you feel like you are anything less than the most important thing in my life. I love you.”

Choking back tears, Sadie replied with her vows. “Chris, I promise to give you the best of me. I promise to do all that I can to take care of you and Layla at all times, and to be a good role model for her. I promise to be your best friend, to listen when you need to talk, and to never walk away when things get hard. I promise to always fight for you. I love you.”

There was a reading and another short bit from the preacher, and then the older man was announcing them husband and wife. Chris cradled Sadie’s face in his hands and kissed her sweetly.

The guests clapped and cheered as the newlyweds made their way back down the aisle. After the ceremony, while a few tables were moved around, the wedding party and family took the time for more pictures. Sadie had been adamant that Chris not see her in her lacy white dress before the ceremony, so there were still some shots to take – which meant that it was time for Caroline to officially meet Chris.

“Chris, this is my best friend Caroline. Caroline, this is Chris. My new husband,” Sadie beamed.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Chris,” Caroline smiled, hugging him tightly. “I know you’re already married but what I’m about to say still stands: you hurt my best friend, you have to answer to me and just know that I do not mess around.”

Chris chuckled, then dropped the smile when he saw how serious Caroline was. “Uh, you got it. You do have some pretty insane resources, I suppose. CIA and all that.”

Sadie couldn’t help her laughter. She squeezed Chris’s hand and winked at Caroline; her best friend and her husband were getting on exactly how she had hoped they would.

The reception was buzzing when the couple walked in amidst cheers and smiles from their family and friends. Caroline announced that the new couple would have their first dance to a song of the groom’s choice; a few moments later, the favorite song of Sadie’s that she was always humming began to play.

Sadie looked to Chris with surprise as they began to move across the open area of the barn floor. “It’s my song!”

Chris nodded. “I remembered that I owed you a dance to this one. Figured our wedding is as good a time as any.”

Sadie paused the dance long enough to kiss him, then waved her bridesmaids and the groomsmen onto the dance floor with them to finish out the song.

Once the first dance was done, supper was set out, and more dancing ensued. After a couple of hours, the guests began to clear out; Sadie and Chris prepared to take their leave as well, and head to a hotel in town. Kathleen and Daniel would stay on the farm with Layla.

“I don’t know that we’ll get right to, um, celebrating,” Sadie blushed after pulling Caroline aside. “I think you guys are in the same hotel. Can you meet us for drinks in the hotel bar? Or maybe in one of the rooms? Whatever the guys in the black suits will allow.”

Caroline looked over at Chris who nodded. “I don’t see why a few drinks at the bar would be a problem. And if it is a problem, well they can deal with me – which means it won’t be a problem.”

Sadie shook her head. “I never worry about things getting done when you’re around, that’s for sure. Okay, we’ll head that way now and get settled in the room, and you just let us know when you’re ready.” Feeling emotional again, she leaned over and hugged Caroline. “I’m really glad you got to be here today. I don’t think I would have survived my panic – and there’s no way I can even imagine my wedding day without you in it.”

Caroline hugged her back, and the couples parted ways. An hour later they were enjoying drinks together, getting to know each other’s significant others, and winding down from a busy day.

“Well, guys, it’s been really great, but I think I’m ready to take my bride upstairs,” Chris said, winking at Sadie. “We’ll see you at least once more before you head back to D.C.”

There was a brief argument over who was picking up the check, which was settled by Evans just handing over his debit card. They finished off their drinks, then forced themselves out of the booth.

Caroline pulled a small card from her clutch and handed over to Sadie. “I didn’t want to leave this in the pile of gifts at the reception and risk it getting lost. Read it whenever you get a minute.”

Sadie nodded. “I will. Thank you again, for everything.”

“Of course,” Caroline smiled, fighting back tears as she hugged her friend tightly. “I’m so happy for you, Sadie.”

All Sadie could do to stop herself from crying was to hug Caroline again then take Chris’s hand and follow him up to their room.

Before finagling out of her dress and pulling out the millions of pins it seemed were securing her half-up hairstyle in place, Sadie took out the card Caroline had given her, reading it in the privacy of the bathroom before changing into her wedding night attire.

November 19

Sadie,

Today is your wedding day, and I couldn’t be happier for you. I’m writing this as I’m seated on a plane next to Chris, who is snoring ridiculously loud by the way, and surrounded by Secret Service. It’s surreal.

I know you won’t be reading this until long after you’ve said your vows and have officially become Mrs. Pratt, but I just want you to know that this was something I always wished for you. I always knew you would find your Prince Charming, your knight in shining armor. Did I think he would come in the form of a sunflower farmer? No, but that’s neither here nor there. All that matters is that you’re happy, Sade. That’s all I’ve ever really wanted for you.

You deserve a lifetime of love and happiness, and I know for a fact that Chris will be the one that will give that to you. I know it was a bit of a rough road, but I’m glad you never gave up on love, especially not the great love of your life.

I know today is going to be absolutely wonderful and it’s going to be everything you’ve ever dreamed of. I’m so glad I get to share it with you. But I want you to promise me one thing. Take a second to slow down. Capture every moment. Remember every little detail. Live in the moment, this is a day you’ll never want to forget.

I love you, Mrs. Pratt. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had and don’t you forget it! I hope you have the most amazing day.

Yours Truly,

Caroline

There was no stopping the tears she had been fighting all day. Tucking the note safely away, Sadie changed her clothes, then went back out to the main room. Chris was waiting there to take her into his arms. Sadie was going to do exactly as Caroline had told her: embrace the great love of her life and not let a second of her life with Chris go forgotten.

Epilogue: Caroline

#chris pratt #chris evans #fanfiction #collab #new to this blog

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