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anystalker707 · 8 months

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.worship.

Pairings: Gerard Way x [gender neutral/afab] Reader Frank Iero x [gender neutral/afab] Reader Word count: ~ 700 [G.W.] - 600 [F.I.] Genre: Drabble / Smut / Fluff Summary: His adoration for your body is unquestionable. Kind of content: Chubby Reader / Praising / Dom-Sub undertones / Sub Reader / Body worship not proofreader

requested by anon ["heya, first time asking for smthn like this but do you do any fanfictions for plus size / chubby readers? If you do could you do a sub female plus size reader with Gerard way or Frank iero? Smthn slow and loving? (Smut)"]

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Gerard would often get lost in thoughts while staring at your thighs, even before you even got together. You would often catch him looking at your thighs—even more when they were flat against some surface—, with that dumb face, and he always did that shitty poor job whenever someone confronted him about it. After you two got together, he simply pretended that never happened.

Gerard would always buy you the best clothes that made your curves stand out. He would always have that dumb look on his face while observing you trying on the clothes he bought you. Pampering you would quickly become a habit. Seeing you in those pretty clothes, even more, the lingerie and thigh highs… He needed to see you in those, to touch you and tell you how pretty you were. Sometimes, it just resumed itself to admiring, really, sitting on his lap while his hands ran along your curves, and he pressed kisses to your neck while whispering sweet words.

Gerard sometimes couldn’t handle how hot you looked and would take you away for a fuck. He needed to have you under him—or on top of him, even. All that mattered was being able to have a good view of your body. Something about the way the skin sank under his fingertips every time he held onto your thighs, hips, or waist was just so heavenly. Or breasts— Fuck, the way he would hold them while you rode him. He loved the squish, the way it felt, the way it looked.

Gerard also loved sinking his teeth into your skin, sucking and biting marks into it because just observing wasn’t enough. He needed even more of you. He would not hesitate to nibble your thighs and hips whenever he had the chance, seeming all proud of his job when he took a look at it later.

Gerard would gladly die smothered by your thighs. Having his head between your thighs was absolutely one of the things he loved the most, having the soft and plump skin he loved so much around his head while he pleased you.

Gerard’s hands slipped between your thighs, while one of his arms wrapped around your torso for support; meanwhile, one of your hands wrapped around his shoulders and the other around his wrist.

“God, you’re so hot like this, baby…” His breath was hot against your skin, forehead pressed to your temple while he kept speaking those sweet nothings. The words alone were enough to make arousal stir in the bottom of your stomach, even more with how his hand moved between your legs.

A couple of fingers teased your clit, rubbing slow circles into it. Gerard loved the way your breath would get caught in your throat, making broken whimpers escape your lips while you hopelessly tried to move your hips against his hand. Useless, by the way. He just wouldn’t change the pace of his fingers. He wanted to enjoy every second the most, savoring the moment completely, even if all he had at the moment was a neglected cock stuck inside uncomfortable tight pants. The most he would have, from time to time, was the way your thighs would rub against it whenever you squirmed.

Those thighs, fuck. They looked so pretty flat against Gerard’s like that. He really couldn’t help himself.

Occasionally, Gerard’s fingers would actually slip into your pussy—he would collect some of the wetness to help his fingers glide against your puffy clit even easier, making the motions so delicious.

“Gerard,” you choked out his name, trying to plead for him to finally let you cum.

“Shh,” Gerard soothed. He could sense your thighs pressing together a little too much, your hips too unquiet, so he gave you a pause once again. He could keep going like that, wanting to see how far you could go until you either became a complete mess or came with the slightest touch.

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Frank maybe—just maybe—loved your chubbiness a little too much. He wouldn’t admit it, constantly stuttering excuses and looking away while his face burned red, but you knew too well that he enjoyed the way your bottoms sometimes sank into your skin and made the skin muffin a little.

Frank, whose hands always found their way to your thighs whenever you sat on his lap or had your legs over his. He would hold and squeeze your thighs, sometimes absentmindedly, as if they were his to use as he pleased whenever he wanted to.

Frank would always hold onto your hips while you kissed, letting his fingers sink into it. Sometimes, he would even rub circles into your hips. It all started when he would occasionally pull you closer by your hips, then he started squeezing them out of curiosity before it grew into a habit.

Frank loved just resting his head on your tummy while you lay in bed or on the couch. He would just rest his head there and, sometimes, slip your shirt up a little bit, so he could give your tummy tiny kisses.

Frank would always bite his lip and groan softly whenever you started taking off your clothes, sometimes muttering about how hot you were. His hands would immediately roam over your body at any given opportunity. His hands would grope everywhere he could, going down your ass to hold there while you made out or while you rode him.

“Frank,” you whispered. Those little kisses on the exposed slice of the skin of your torso were starting to lose their innocence. You took a little too long to notice—you were immersed in the book you had in hand, lying on the couch while Frank lay his head on your torso like he usually did. “Frank,” you said again, with a firmer tone.

A groan came in response from Frank. He said nothing, of course. If anything, he only got bolder. His kisses went until the waistband of your shorts, where he had to take a pause while his fingers wrapped around it and slowly started pulling it down.

A shaky breath escaped your lips.

“Mm, Frank, I’m—”

“Your book can wait,” he said simply as he just took your shorts off.

Who even were you to argue? A sigh escaped your lips as you put the book away and spread your legs open to give Frank more access.

Frank’s lips kept peppering kisses all over your tummy and hips, worshiping them way more than he would admit he enjoyed. He nibbled a little down your hip, making you gasp and instinctively buck your hips forward. Damn.

“What are you so hot for…” Frank grumbled among other things, making your face heat up while you tried to sit still for him. His hands held onto your thighs, letting his fingers sink into them while his lips made their way down until the feeling of him mouthing your pussy through your underwear made you squirm again. “Easy,” Frank said with a gentle squeeze on your thighs. It took you a little effort, but you did your best to sit still as his mouth pressed to you through your underwear, only starting the teasing.

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bunni-writing-desk · 7 months

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Would you be able to write some cg!ray toro headcanons? /nf

(Also I absolutely adore your work, it's made me want to start writing again :] )

of course I can, and I'm glad I could inspire you :]

CG! Ray Toro hcs

Just a bit tired

Likes to play you lots of soft songs the guitar

Comfy pillow forts and kiddo shows all the time

Probably likes to watch Mister Roger's Neighborhood with you.

I imagine he's the kind of cg to wrap you in a blanket and carry you off to bed when you look sort of sleepy.

If he were to have any sort of rules it would be ones that make sure you take care of yourself, stuff like "make sure to brush your teeth every morning + every night" and "remember to take your meds" (if you have medications)

Bluey watching dad for sure

Sassy wine mom (doesn't drink around you he just likes to fake spill tea about the other mcr members with you to make you laugh)

Took you to the park one day and found you stuck somewhere "What are you doing?? How did you do that?"

Teaching you to play guitar like Frank

He's Trying His Best ™

Makes you simple things like grilled cheese and soup

I feel like he's kind of an inside CG much like Gerard but likes to take you on outings if you want

Likes to go stargazing with you, probably buys a nice telescope for the two of you so you can see them more clearly

"You promise you got the glitter glue and aren't gonna get it all over the place? ... Okay, I trust you, but if it gets every where I'm giving you the glue stick again"

Definitely gives alternatives to things so like if you don't want to watch the TV he is currently playing you have the option between two other shows or if you don't want to make crafts then you can color or play with your toys. (this helps me with decision anxiety a lot)

[DNI ID: "DNI if sexualize age regression" /.End ID]

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zombyvamp · 1 year

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anatomy of a fall yeahhh this fic was good to me

#mcr #my chemical romance #anatomy of a fall #mcr fic #mcr fic art #fic art #frerard #frerard fanart #gerard way #frank iero #novembersmith #tart #im doing a fan binding of this with bearclubbooks #and guys it is so dope

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the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink · 1 year

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If you need an excuse to write for G-Way I can ALWAYS use some kind of snuggly G-Way fic.

Like ...maybe Christmas shopping? Something fun and seasonal...baking cookies??? Snow...something? (I dunno...it's 50° F right now so like ...snow is pretty far off from the south in my neck of the USA)

Anywho...do whatcha want friend, and feel better! :)

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A Hazy Shade of Winter (Gerard Way x reader)

Summary: (y/n)’s never really been the type of person to do Christmassy things before - they don’t hate it, their family was just never that bothered! But Gerard loves all things Christmas, and he decides to show them just how much fun this time of year can be.

Words: 2696

Warnings: none it’s just adorable

AN: it was snowing while I was writing this!!! I haven’t seen proper snow in years!!!

“I can still feel you staring at me. Aren’t you bored yet?”

“I just can’t believe you’ve never made a gingerbread house before!”

(y/n) rolled their eyes with a laugh, glancing back over their shoulder. Gerard was still sitting at the little dining table, so distracted by that monumental bombshell that he’d stopped swinging back and forth on the chair. Had anyone else seen him, they would probably have assumed that he’d just been told the world was going to end. He looked genuinely devastated, baffled at the idea that something he’d loved so much as a kid hadn’t been a part of his partner’s life too.

Drying the last mug, they tossed the tea towel aside and moved to sit opposite him. “Look, it’s not that big of a deal. My family just wasn’t ever that bothered about Christmas, that’s all.”

“But it’s so much fun!” He couldn’t help but frown - so many of his fondest memories had come from enjoying the Christmas season with his family. Sure, there were some parts he hadn’t enjoyed; church services were always far too long and dull for his liking. But there were so many things that would never fail to make him smile. Begging to be the one to carry the Christmas tree home, even though there was no way in hell he was capable of carrying it all that way and hated asking for help. Hiding all his vegetables in very elaborate ways so he’d have tons of room for all the wonderful sweet things on offer. Saving tiny scraps of funky wrapping paper to fill in the gaps of the collage of random crap that covered the walls of his basement room.

The one memory that stood out among all of those was the gingerbread house. Every year, his family had turned the kitchen into an absolute bombsite, trying to outdo themselves and what they’d designed in years past. They actually had a photo album somewhere, thick with pictures of every possible angle of each year’s creation. Every detail had to be perfect: the boiled sweet windows, the piped design for the roof, the little people posed to go about their daily activities. It had started out as a replica of their family, but had soon descended into utter madness. One year, there had been gingerbread aliens and a questionable rendition of Batman and Robin, soon joined by some even worse looking gingerbread zombies. Usually these little additions were Gerard or Mikey’s idea - and their mom was rarely impressed by the way they spoiled her nice tidy handiwork - but it really did make the whole thing something special. Entirely unique to their family.

“And every time you’ve spoken about it, it’s sounded like a great time! And the photos your mom has are incredible.” They smiled, seeing his face brighten up a little. “It’s just... never how my family did things, that’s all. Usually at least one of my parents was working on the day so we never did much through the rest of December. Christmas always felt... I don’t know, a bit anticlimactic? I don’t think the seasonal depression helped either.”

They’d only been together for four months, and there was still so much they had to learn about each other. Clearly, they’d had very different experiences growing up - neither had been bad, just different. And the wonderful thing about that was that it meant they could teach each other all the little things that they had done as kids! There were so many traditions that they could share and combine now, creating new ones that were entirely their own.

Gerard got to his feet, taking (y/n) by the hand and pulling them to stand by the counter. “Let’s make a gingerbread house together.”

“But I don’t know how.”

“That doesn’t matter. I can teach you, and if things go wrong then we’ll just make it up as we go along anyway. That’s half the fun.”

He looked so hopeful, eyes sparkling with childish glee, and there was simply no way they could say no to him. “Okay. But you can’t blame me if we end up setting your kitchen on fire.”

“Hey, joint effort, joint blame. Now, I’m pretty sure I’ve got everything we need in here somewhere...”

It took just about fifteen minutes for him to search through the cupboards, but in the end he’d managed to find everything the two of them would need to make the gingerbread. While he’d been looking, (y/n) had dug through his cupboards for a mixing bowl and baking sheets, excited by the thought of baking together again. They’d tried to make cupcakes a couple of weeks prior, but they had come out slightly burnt because they’d been distracted scraping the remaining batter out of the bowl. It had been tons of fun, and they just knew that this would be the same.

Gerard took the lead, directing his partner to weigh out the right amount of each ingredient while he melted the butter, sugar and syrup together. They were following instructions from a slightly stained handwritten recipe, a sheet written up by his mother that was a little sticky in places - clearly, it was one that got brought out and used on a regular basis.

When it came to kneading the dough, they ended up having to split the mixture in half so they could both get involved; then it became a competition, both trying to create the most phallic shapes they could. That’s what happens when you let two people with the emotional maturity of twelve year olds into a kitchen - food fights and inappropriate jokes.

They let the dough rest for a little while, killing time by leaving floury handprints on each other’s butts and working their way through a bag of chocolate chips that had been hiding in the back of one of the cupboards. When it came to rolling the dough out, they were a little more well behaved - at first. After creating enough rectangular sheets for the walls and roof, along with two little people to represent themselves and some extra details to add, like window frames and doors, all of the leftover dough was used for normal gingerbread cookies. Well, if you can call gingerbread dicks and disproportionate hands flipping the middle finger ‘normal’. After a moment of thinking they added Gerard’s bandmates to the mix too, throwing in some cookies shaped like Frank’s dogs for good measure.

While the dough was in the fridge, they cleaned up all the mess they’d made so far - before creating even more when (y/n) knocked over the bag of sugar. Well, it wasn’t entirely their fault. The only reason their elbow had ended up hitting it in the first place was because Gerard had taken them by surprise, pinning them against the counter and kissing them so hard it felt like they would never breathe properly again.

The beep of the timer stopped their little make out session from going any further and they worked to fit all the trays of gingerbread in the oven at once, both a little red and flustered. As they brought the last tray over, (y/n) stopped dead, staring out the window in wonder.

“When did it snow?”

There was probably a foot of snow on the ground; it seemed like it had appeared out of nowhere! Like it had just flopped out of the sky in one big sheet and landed with a soft thump in a pillowy layer or pure white. Neither of them had noticed it start to fall (probably because they’d been so busy with their tongues down each other’s throats) and the dim afternoon seemed so much brighter now that it had something to reflect off.

The gingerbread only needed ten minutes in the oven, and when it was finished Gerard cleared some space on the counter and set the trays out to cool. Both of them grinned as the smell of sweet gingerbread filled the kitchen, before hissing in pain - at exactly the same time, they had reached for one of the spare cookies and burnt their fingertips. That made the pair of them crack up laughing at their own idiocy, lamenting the fact that they would have to wait for everything to cool down before they could try their creation. So they finished the last of the cleaning instead, bouncing ideas for decorations back and forth.

“What about a little woolly sweater on the dog?”

“We should put ‘elf’ on Frank’s jumper because he’s so tiny.”

“Hey, let’s ice a string of lights around all the windows!”

“I’ll call my mom and ask her how to make the snow out of marshmallow, she always does that and it’s insanely cool.”

By now the real snow outside was falling thick and fast again, blanketing the ground outside with at least two feet of soft white flakes. Gerard couldn’t help but smile at the look of sheer awe on his partner’s face as they stared out of the window, fingers resting lightly against the glass.

“It’s pretty, huh? Not quite as pretty as you, though.”

They didn’t really register the second thing he said, lost in the glorious swirling eddies outside. “I... I’ve never seen snow like this before.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Where I’m from, all we ever got was a crappy layer of slush, or black ice deadly enough to break your neck. I don’t think we ever had more than an inch of actual snow at any one time.”

Resting a hand on the small of their back, he nuzzled against the side of their head. “Wanna go out and play for a little while?”

“I thought we were gonna start decorating?”

“Oh, we can’t do that for a good few hours, at least. The gingerbread needs a while to cool. And, if we’re using my mom’s tricks - which we definitely are, by the way, she is the undisputed queen of gingerbread - then we should leave it overnight. She always says its better when it’s had time to rest properly.”

“Ah.” (y/n) was quiet for a moment, and he started to think that maybe something he’d done had touched a nerve. Maybe he’d upset them somehow. Maybe something he’d said at some point had made their thoughts wander somewhere a little unpleasant. But then they turned to look at him, a quiet sort of hope flickering in their eyes. “Can we... can we make snow angels?”

“Hey, of course we can! They might not be there by the morning though, with the way that snow’s falling it wouldn’t surprise me if we woke up to a couple more feet.”

“That’s fine. I’ve just never done it before.”

“Oh, so we are absolutely doing it today then. Come on.”

Within five minutes, the pair of them had their shoes on and were zipping up each other’s coats, sifting through the drawers of random crap in the hall cupboard to find enough hats, scarves and gloves to keep them both nice and cosy. The second they were all bundled up, Gerard took (y/n) by the hand and practically dragged them into his backyard. The snow came up to their knees, soaking through their jeans - the cold was uncomfortable, but it soon became easy to ignore. The very first thing the two of them did was lay backwards, (y/n) squeaking as snow slipped into the hood of their coat. Once they were laid flat, Gerard explained just how snow angels worked, giggling a little as his coat swished against the snowy ground with every movement. They got the hang of it soon enough, feeling a bit uncoordinated at first but very much enjoying it anyway.

When he was satisfied with the mark he’d left, Gerard struggled back to his feet and hauled his lover upwards, kissing them deeply. “Hey, look what we did!”

They glanced down, smiling at the sight before them. The two snow angels were slightly wonky - like the people who’d created them - and close enough to be almost holding hands. They were ever so slightly marred by footprints, but beautiful nonetheless.

(y/n) beamed, cheeks feeling red raw from the cold wind. “Aw, they’re so cute! They look just like the ones you see in cartoons.”

“I know, right? Now, you feeling up to a little snow friend as well? Or are you getting too cold?”

“Snow friend, definitely.”

By the time they had managed to roll two decent sized balls - one for a body and one for a head - their noses were bright red and neither of them could really feel their fingers any more. But they just weren’t ready to go back inside yet; they were having far too much fun! Who cares about a little frostbite when you’re having the time of your life with the person you love?

Finding things to decorate their snow friend with was a little more challenging - by now, the snow was thick enough that they weren’t going to find anything on the ground to use. So they had to get creative. The standard carrot for the nose was pretty easy to find in the kitchen - and along with it came two frozen brussels sprouts for the eyes. Deciding that it was doing very little against the cold anyway, (y/n) donated their scarf to their new little buddy. Gerard liked that idea and gave up his hat, a dusting of snow settling across his hair as he tried to fit it onto the head. The two of them were a bit stuck for ideas on what to use for the arms, eventually deciding on a pair of spare drumsticks that they found in his office - why Gerard had drumsticks, neither of them really knew. They'd just sort of appeared there.

Standing in front of their slightly lopsided creation, Gerard wrapped his arms around his lover's waist and grinned. "Well they're a little crooked, but very sweet. Any ideas on a name?"

They thought for a moment, shivering now they had stopped moving around so much. "They kinda look like a Norman to me."

"Norman, huh? Yeah, I think that fits." The twilight above them was quickly darkening, and both of them were definitely feeling the cold. "Wanna head in now?"

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea. I haven't been able to feel my toes for the last twenty minutes."

When they got back inside, the smell of gingerbread seemed even stronger than it had done earlier, and the two of them felt instantly warmer - even though their fingertips were a slightly questionable shade of purple. They left their damp gloves and coats hanging up to dry by the door, giggling all the way up the stairs as they peeled off their icy wet clothes and searched through Gerard's drawers to find something for (y/n) to wear. It was getting to the point in their relationship now where they were staying over at his house with some regularity, and he was considering asking if they'd like to have a drawer to keep some stuff in. They already had a toothbrush in his bathroom. That was just the next natural step.

Once they were both in warmer, drier clothes, they went back down to the kitchen, still cold to the bone but slowly warming up. Gerard made hot chocolate for each of them, piling each mug with such a large amount of whipped cream and marshmallows that it was practically impossible to drink without making a complete mess of things.

As they snuggled up on the couch, huddling under the blankets and letting the mugs warm their hands, Gerard pressed a kiss to the side of (y/n)'s head. "So, did I successfully get you to enjoy some Christmassy things today?"

"Yeah, you did." They smiled softly, nuzzling against him. "I can enjoy anything when I'm with you."

"You might not say that tomorrow when I start icing those gingerbread men to look like storm troopers instead of us."

"I bet I can ice better looking ones than you can."

"Oh, you've just started a gingerbread war."

"Yeah, and I'll win."

"I'd like to see you try."

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ducksoup17 · 1 year

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rb for larger sample size if you can <33

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deadsetromance · 1 year

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theyallfl0at · 9 months

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I said it when I was into MCR and I’ll say it again now that I’m super into Good Omens, fanfiction written by people with religious trauma goes CRAZY. There is nothing better.

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ocean-not-found · 1 year

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Hey, what’s up? I’m Raven, acid bath princess of the darkness.

And I’m Tara.

And we’re sitting here in Tara’s room rocking out to MCR and celebrating 2009 or the New Year, which we really don’t understand why people are making such a big deal about it because really one more year is one more year that everyone is closer to death (death)

Whatever. Suit yourself humanity.

Congratulations

yeah, when you're closer to

DEATH

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ghoulbatao3 · 1 year

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I Tore The Sun In Three (To Light Up Your Eyes

Gerard had never once thought he’d be in the cemetery, attempting to resurrect his dead boyfriend, yet here he was standing at the gate.

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mcrficrecs · 10 months

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(Mama)

Author: jatty Pairing: Frank/Gerard Rating: R Words: 351k

"She's not crazy, she's just sick." That's always been Frank's argument whenever his mother's behavior is brought into question. Whether she's yelling or hitting, or ignoring him altogether, Frank knows it's not his fault--she's just sick. She's not crazy.

Gerard doesn't see it that way. Working as the loss prevention manager for the local Spend N Save dollar store, Gerard has seen his share of crazies and hoodlums. So when he catches Frank stealing a pair of headphones, he doesn't hesitate to confront him. But what was meant to be a routine procedure turned quickly into a dangerous game when Mrs. Iero enters the mix.

Faced with losing his job if he allows Frank to steal, but knowing Frank will suffer severely if Mrs. Iero sees him being confronted by the staff for his thefts, Gerard becomes caught between doing what's legal and what's right--and things only get harder when Frank gets closer and closer, begging Gerard not to tell the cops about his mother because she's not crazy, she's just sick.

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anystalker707 · 1 year

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chickenlessbonewing · 2 years

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Rpf, horrible new craze or unacknowledged genre that's always been here?

We have so many well known movies and books and shows that are just rpf, like:

Shakespeare in love

Our flag means death

Velvet goldmine

Anastasia

The great escape

The sound of music

Dante's inferno, purgatorio, and paradiso

Abraham Lincoln vampire hunter

Hamilton

Any time Cleopatra shows up in anything

Shakespeare's Julius Ceasar

And that's barely scratching the surface!

Every single piece of media that's "based on a true story" or falls under "fictionalized biography" is rpf. You've read, watched, and enjoyed it whether you want to admit it or not.

Shipping irl people is nothing new. Whether you write about it or post about it or not, everyone's done it at some point, even you, and you'll do it again. Can you honestly tell me you've never wondered if two of your friends had feelings for each other or thought they'd make a cute couple? Or read about historical figures and thought the same? How is that moraly different?

Yes there is a problem when people make it their whole personality and become obsessed to the point of harassing the people and their families, but that isn't exclusive to rpf and you can engage with rfp without doing that.

I don't consider the characters in my fics equal to the people they are based on because in my fics they aren't real life people, they are characters. The closest they could ever be are vague imitations of the real people they're based on. Like a painting or a statue of a historical figure, they are them in name and appearance only.

Now, this isn't me condoning fic that promotes toxic or genuinely harmful ideas or tropes, that's a different discussion entirely. What I'm focused on here is, why is rpf only bad online when it's extremely common and normalized in literature, movies, and interpersonal circles?

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galaxysiegefics · 2 years

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Early Sunsets (Angst)

Hello there! Welcome to my first ever fan fiction on this blog. My first attempt at wooing the community is going to be an Anakin Skywalker X Jedi Reader entry. This story will go to the lyrics of Early Sunsets over Monroeville by My Chemical Romance. This super angsty idea came to me on a whim and I couldn’t think of a song to fit it better. I truly hope that you enjoy reading, and even if you don’t, please do let me know. Also, feel free to request characters and scenarios for me to work on in the future. :)

This is a story in which you watch the dark side take over, consume, and snuff out Anakin. You start off as lovers and get to read through a bit of fluff but things get intense very fast! This does not have a happy ending. You have been warned. This fic will guide you through a preface and 5 other sections along with matching lyrics for each part!

TW AND RATING>>>

Rated PG in all honesty. There is no bad language, no sexual themes, no gore, and no violence (for the most part). The only trigger warning I have to offer is possibly major character death(s)... There is also an instance of one argument.

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PREFACE

-“Late dawns and early sunsets Just like my favorite scenes Then holding hands and life was perfect Just like up on the screen”-

For a little less than ten years, you had known of the name Anakin Skywalker. In fact, your tongue spoke the name as many times as your ears had heard it in conversation. Every time your ears made contact with his name, you couldn’t help but think of his husky, cocky-mannered, voice. There was something you always found super overwhelming about the way he spoke, especially when he most confidently spoke your own name.

Even better than the young Jedi Knight’s voice were the way his hands felt and the way his legs would carry him. His foot fall created a pattern that you were more than keen in recognizing. Most days, you longed to hear the click of his brown boots trailing up behind you- but his hands...

Anakin’s hands wielded a lightsaber, made the force serve him, and more often than not left your heart ticking like a snare drum in your busy head. They were rough yet soft, calloused and yet oh so comforting, one warm and the other metallic and cold. At his very touch your skin would catch alight as if the dermis layers of your body were on fire. You never got used to this, even when his touch became yours to behold.

There was a certain intense feeling that had been invading everyone’s minds lately and you were trying without much success to be one of the only people that could manage to tune it out. Your attempts were mostly in vain due to the fact that too many of your acquaintances and friends were fully invested in the toxicity that they were fearing. The horrific Clone Wars were slowly but surely coming to an end, and you thought that you could see the dawn of a new day ahead. Assuming had made quite an ass out of you.

--1--

-”And the whole time while always giving Counting your face among the living. Up and down escalators Pennies and colder fountains Elevators and half price sales Trapped in by all these mountains”-

Finally, it had seemed as if you had earned a day of relaxation with the one you cared for most. Though you yourself were a part of the Jedi Order, you often found it impossibly difficult to shove away your attachments. You weren’t the only one though. Even in this moment as your eyes adjusted to the silver, morning, light, you could listen to the sound of soft breathing at the nape of your neck. Brown curls that weren’t yours tickled your jaw line while your vision finally cleared.

You didn’t dare interrupt the way Anakin was so passionately stuck up against you. Waking him this early would mean you would have to listen to him whine- and even worse, he’d end up taking his warmth away. His hands both held you as close as he could muster, one on your waist while the other cradled your head while knotted into your hair. Often times, his hot skin warded off the thought of using blankets at night due to the fact that he was truly all you needed. Even now the sheets were kicked to the bottom of the bed you were sharing.

Slowly but surely, you began to rise just enough to turn yourself over in Anakin’s grasp. You had been yearning to face him, watch his chest rise and fall, marvel over his boyish features, and maybe even pepper his cheeks and forehead in tiny, drowsy, kisses. When your lover slept, he didn’t whine or speak sarcastically, he didn’t cross his arms over his chest and pout, and he didn’t even roll his eyes.

Even on days where Anakin’s attitude was nearly impossible to take, you dealt with it due to the fact that you knew you’d see him sleeping later on that night, and that you’d see a new look of purity wash over his features. You reached one of your own hands up in an attempt to cup his cheek and run your thumb over his jaw lovingly. Every once in a while, he would swallow hard, and his eyelashes would twitch as if to make you think he was finally waking. This was the purity you always sought out. In your eyes, he could do no wrong.

--2--

-”Running away and hiding with you I never thought they'd get me here Not knowing you'd change from just one bite I fought them all off just to hold you close and tight”-

Finally, after a good half hour of taking in the sight that was your dreaming partner, his eyes had fluttered open. He was now sitting up, holding you in his lap while his chin rested on your shoulder sleepily still. A soft yawn left his mouth before he burrowed his face into your neck.

“I’ve been having terrible thoughts...” Anakin finally spoke up, voice deeper than usual due to just waking.

Your gaze was focused on the sunlight just outside the window as you leaned into his loving touch, “Hasn’t everyone, my love? War certainly creates unease. Just because you’re strong doesn’t mean that you can escape the feeling of encountering loss and destruction.” you tried to remind him.

For a moment he was quiet again and deep in thought before sighing lowly, “I just- I’m unsure if you comprehend the path my thoughts are taking me down.” Anakin’s eyebrows knitted towards each other with concern that you were unable to see in your current position, “I can feel something coming on. Everything feels cold as if I’m about to lose everything. I can’t deal with the loneliness that would be losing you.”

“Who said anything about you losing me?” You wondered remarkably fast, “Who put that into your thoughts? Does someone on the council know about us?”

You were now turned to face Anakin, your heart racing, and panic ready to set in. Your fingers trembled as you rested your hands on his broad and muscular chest. Your brain was consumed with adoration as you gazed at his eyes and then his lips which you leaned in to partake in naturally. You loved how soft yet demanding his mouth always was towards your own and as you tilted your head to the side he pulled away to catch his breath, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Anakin...” your voice carried with sorrow, “Losing you would be the death of me.”

“I’d give you the galaxy and more if I could.” he replied lowly, “I would rather stop talking about this right now. We’re together in this moment, and that’s all that should matter, right?”

--3--

-“And now should I be shocked By the last thing you said? Before I pull this trigger Your eyes vacant and stained And in saying you loved me Made things harder at best”-

Perhaps you should have listened closer to the man that you referred to as the love of your life. Over the course of mere days, you watched his presence that used to burn so bright die down to become dimmer than you’d ever thought possible. Anakin was becoming snappy and rather unhinged with his thoughts. He spoke with malicious intent on his tongue and fervently spoke in an oddly adverse way about the Jedi council and the order itself. You had never seen him so passionately angry towards the lifestyle he had given himself to as just a boy.

The sun had only just set as the two of you sat out on the terrace in complete silence. The energy he was exuding almost felt threatening and caused your hands to become clammy with worry and discomfort. You could tell Anakin was grinding his teeth while he became lost in his thoughts which made you see that he was just as stressed as you were. You watched his eyes narrow at seemingly nothing at all, his shoulders stiff. There was never a time where you ever thought you’d see him this angry. He was normally rather careful about showing you his temper.

“Why must you stare at me? Aren’t you going to ask me about why I’m so upset?” he wondered with a flat tone, “You know something is bothering me and yet we’ve sat in silence now for nearly fifteen minutes.”

You didn’t much enjoy how Anakin was speaking to you but the last thing you wanted to do was escalate the current situation and have both of you begin saying things you didn’t mean. Due to this foresight, you thought long and hard before saying what you wanted to say.

When you finally had the courage to let him hear you, your voice failed you and you found yourself stuttering, “I-I am sorry... Never think that I am uninterested. I haven’t known what to say. It’s just that lately you’ve been harboring a lot of anger and Anakin, you’re beginning to worry me. I’m starting to think that I’ve done something wrong.”

“That you have done something wrong?” he repeated with clear agitation, “You? You’re the only one here that has not wronged me yet, Y/N and you think you’re the reason I’m like this? The problem does not lie within us! I am growing tired of the fact that nobody on that council has ever taken me seriously or ever will! I am overwhelmed by the idea that if something awful were to happen to you that I’d be expected to sit back and watch as if you aren’t what gives me life in the first place. Why are you not just as angry as I am?”

Your saliva felt thick in your throat as you swallowed nervously, and your nails dug into your sides as you held yourself tightly as if you were about to fall apart. Hearing Anakin snap like this wasn’t even just discomforting, it was scary to you. All of this was so alien and absolutely unfamiliar but slowly you began to find yourself getting angry.

“Are you trying to say that you think I don’t love you the way you love me? Of course I am upset for you, Anakin!” you huffed with a growing attitude, “I love you more than life itself but I will not let my hatred guide me... and you should know better than that as well by now!”

“Someone who doesn’t allow themselves to feel anger is weak. It should be hate that drives us to do better for ourselves! I’m sick of this ridiculous code. If I can’t protect you and create the changes I want to see in this galaxy then what’s the point of even being ‘The Chosen One’? What’s the point of being alive?” it was at this point that Anakin finally laid his eyes on you again but instead of anger, you saw that they were brimmed with glassy tears that clouded his vision.

Slowly, he moved to close in the gap that was mindlessly created between the two of your earlier. Ani picked up your hand and brought the back of your palm to his lips followed by your knuckles. His blue- grey eyes met with yours for the first time in nearly an hour now, expression softened.

“No matter what happens, Y/N... Just know that I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“I love you most.”

--4--

-“And these words changing nothing As your body remains And there's no room in this hell There's no room in the next And our memories defeat us And I'll end this direst”-

For a couple of months things felt unassuming as if Anakin was back to being himself, the man you fell in love with. He savored every moment he spent with you like normal, doting on how beautiful you looked before bed, playing with your hair between his fingers, holding your face in his hands, and pulling you into his arms at random just to carry you with him. Ani was making you giggle again, your blushing returned along with that beautiful burning sensation his touch brought to you and the pitter patter your heart felt while he spoke against your hair.

Now he was sitting with you on the couch as the two of you drank herbal shig. The citrus was sweet on your lips and he secretly couldn’t wait to taste it later. He had long since placed his tiny porcelain cup back on the table in front of you both and had taken up a section of fabric from your robes into his grasp. Anakin truly had a fascination for you and touching anything on or around you. He was a man of few words most often but his fingers and palms told you everything that you needed to know.

“When the day comes for us to run away, my love... Would you be willing to sacrifice this life you’ve made for me?” he wondered, as you returned the cup to the table.

“Why do you sound so sure that the day will come when we need to depart?” You were quick to query.

Anakin bit at the inside of his cheek, “We can’t live like this forever.”

“But why not?”

--5--

-”And these words changing nothing As your body remains And there's no room in this hell There's no room in the next But does anyone notice There's a corpse in this bed?”-

“Master Anakin Skywalker has passed.” those were the words you never wanted to hear in your lifetime and the fact that Master Kenobi was the one to speak them to you hurt far worse than you had imagined possible.

You felt as if the wind had been knocked out of you as you slid down to the floor, feeling your chest tighten mercilessly as silent tears began rushing in hot trails down your face. Instantly your whole world went numb, and an unfamiliar ringing started in your ears as if you had been flash banged or concussed.

“Dead?” you repeated without realizing, lip trembling as you drew in a gasp of air to keep yourself afloat. In the moment you hardly cared about what Kenobi thought of your depressing display. You didn’t care if it gave away the fact that you were secret lovers with his former padawan. What would the order do about it now, Kick you out? You found it unlikely, and even if they did nothing mattered to you much anymore.

Everything felt like a fever dream as Obi Wan knelt down next to you to offer a bit of support, “I did everything that I could to save him, to bring him back to us... but he killed so many, Y/N... Tried to kill me of all people. There was no saving Anakin.”

You had loved Anakin with every fiber of your being to the point where if he had died there that day you felt as though you would have known immediately thanks to how connected the two of you were in the force. You told yourself that you would have felt his soul leave his body and you believed it whole heartedly. You wanted to think that even after everything that happened that there was still good in your love somewhere.

“I don’t want to hear his name.” you choked back weakly, feeling a shocking pang in your heart. It felt as though somebody had ripped your heart out and pierced it all the way through. Your breathing was labored, and you could imagine that this was what drowning in your own blood would feel like.

Everything hurt until it didn’t anymore. That night after Kenobi had finally left you alone to rest you felt nothing, dreamt of nothing, you felt a release of pressure. You were at peace like you were in the middle of the deepest sleep you’d ever slept.

That next morning when you never got out of bed Kenobi came looking for you and found nothing but the robes you had fallen asleep in. You had died without Anakin by your side only to find out once you became one with the force that he never had. Your love was still out there clinging to life; you were gone. The pain was over.

Your attachment became the death of you.

~FIN

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ghoulbat666 · 10 months

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I Tore The Sun In Three (To Light Up Your Eyes)

chapter six

Gerard had never once thought he'd be in the cemetery, attempting to resurrect his dead boyfriend, yet here he was standing at the gate.

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melodygatesauthor · 8 months

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Okay guys, I can't believe it's been a full year since I published the first chapter of my first fanfiction story and I'm still going strong today. - (Side note...it was actually yesterday but I wanted to get all my fics posted to AO3 so I could get an accurate word count and tell you all what I've done so...it took me an extra day)

This is going to be a really long post, and I thank everyone in advance for reading all the way through if you make it. I'm taking a moment to allow myself to talk about my accomplishments over the last year, my goals for this next year, and gas myself up just a bit. As an artist, it's really hard to talk about myself in a positive light without being critical, but I'm going to do it anyway. No one asked, but this is one of the ways I wanna celebrate my ficversary so...I'm gonna do it lol.

My First Fanfic Ever

I'd like to start by sharing my beginnings with writing. If I really think back to the very first fanfiction I wrote, I thought it was a Gorillaz fic (which I still have a handwritten copy of in my closet lol), but it wasn't. I think the very first fanfic I wrote technically was a Pirates of the Caribbean fic when I was 11. I didn't even realize that's what it was, I just knew that I was SO into POTC that I wanted to write about it. It had just come out by the way, so I'm really dating myself. This was...2003.

We had this thing we had to do for school, it was like a writing assignment or something, one of those big ones that they gave you, a standardized whatever. I managed to find a way to spin it into a POTC related thing and I went OFF writing this story. It had its own twists and turns unrelated to POTC, but it was a fanfic through and through.

The Beginning of My Fan Art

When I was 12 I started listening to Good Charlotte, to a point that it was my entire personality. Everyone who knew me, knew I loved them. Every fucking art project I had in middle school (7th and 8th grade) was revolved around this band, particularly Joel Madden.

My love for them has come and gone, but I still remember how I felt at the time (not unlike how I feel toward Oscar Isaac now lol). I mean my art teacher literally had to be like "I want you to branch out, you can't make everything about them." And as an adult, I'm wondering -why the fuck not but- ...I digress.

The First Fanfic I Ever "Published"

When I was 12 (or maybe closer to 13), I became OBSESSED with the Gorillaz. When I say obsessed I mean...I listened to the album Demon Days on repeat until it fucking broke. I changed my G's when I would write by hand to match the G in their logo. I made tons of fan art and it was a damn vibe. This was the first time I really discovered fanfiction and learned what it was.

I remember reading one fanfic from some girl on this website (I'm really dating myself here, some of you will know what site this is...) Quizilla. Quizilla was THE site at the time (other than LiveJournal I think, but I never used LiveJournal and didn't know it existed at the time) for fanfiction and what you would now call "buzzfeed quizzes". This girl's writing inspired me to write my own fanfic, which I handwrote and kept in a green folder which, as I said, I still have to this day sitting in my closet.

My very first fic, and yes at 13, included some romance, some non-con (don't fucking ask me why idk even how I knew about that at 13. I was never exposed to this type of thing as a child fortunately) and other nonsense. I published it on this site, and it made me really happy. I don't remember if anyone ever read it or not tbh, but it will forever hold a place in my heart <3

My Best Friend/Emo Era

I met my best friend in high school when I was about 14. She and I are still close to this day. Not as close, but I can still tell her my most unhinged thoughts and she loves me regardless. We met because we both wrote fanfiction and lost our minds over the fact that we did. Thus started my emo era.

She was into My Chemical Romance, and I was into The Used. 2005 was a time lol. The two of us had either a binder or a composition notebook where we'd handwrite our fics and pass them back and forth between classes. I still have the ones I wrote tucked away in my house. When we'd read them she and I would leave little notes in the margins like we all leave comments today.

Most of these fics never got published, they were just for us to enjoy. I did, however, publish a fic when I was about 15, that I wrote to completion. Quizilla ended up going down, and most of us moved to Mibba.com instead, which is still a website.

Edit: I looked at Mibba, and it looks like the website is still there, but you can't search for anything, so Mibba is gone too. Not gonna lie, broke my nostalgic heart just a bit to see...Some fics I wrote on there will be gone forever. Maybe for the best, but it's still kinda sad.

The Avenged Sevenfold Era

When I tell you that Avenged Sevenfold has been my favorite band since I was 15, I'm dead ass. Are they the best band ever? Not by a long shot, but damn the way I still lose my shit over them is unhinged. Anyone who was around during this time fucking knows...they were fucking HOT. Matt Shadows really had the bulky but not shredded body type going on, they all kinda did, and I'm so here for it.

Why I'll never post any of the fics I wrote during this time, even if I get my hands on them...

I wrote them when I was 15, and I was writing about things 15 year olds shouldn't write about.

You don't know cringe until you've read those fics.

It's about real people and I'm not a fan of rpf anymore. I'm all for writing whatever you want and fiction being fiction but there's something that gives me the ick about real people fiction. No offense to anyone who writes it, that's just my feelings.

The way these guys had a hold on me for the next 5 years was ridiculous. I wrote about them a lot, by hand, on my laptop, however I could. I had so many unhinged ideas and stories it's insane. I loved every minute of it, and I always look back on this as my true start into fanfiction.

The End of an Era

All good things come to an end. After graduation, my best friend and I stayed in touch, but grew apart. I went to college and continued writing fanfic. I was pursuing a major in graphic design with a minor in creative writing. I was convinced that even though I was writing fanfiction, I was going to write a book too and it would be a bestseller.

As time went on, probably when I was about 20 or 21, I kinda stopped writing fanfiction all together. My friend wasn't really writing it anymore, and the community around Avenged Sevenfold was slowing down. I was also in the middle of a breakup and it was a whole thing, so I kinda stopped writing around this time.

I'd also, unfortunately, felt like fanfiction was for kids/teens, so didn't feel the need to continue writing anymore. I didn't want to seem like a loser writing fanfiction in my twenties...so I didn't.

For the record, you're not a loser for writing fanfiction. It's a very valid artform and it's fun. We only live for so long, so enjoy it doing what makes you happy, period. I'll probably be writing in my 50s I fucking hope lol.

Anyway, at that time, that's how I felt. I now know it's bullshit to think that way. So fanfiction fizzled out for me, and I kinda moved on to other things.

My Not-fanfiction Era

What was I doing instead of writing? Going through an emotionally and mentally abusive relationship, working on trying to build what I thought was the 'dream' (marriage, kids, a house, e.t.c.), working and playing video games.

Fortunately that relationship ended. After years of therapy (which he told me I needed because he gaslit me into thinking I was crazy lol), I grew the balls to finally tell him to fuck off and leave. It was the best decision I ever made, especially considering this was JUST before COVID hit. I shudder to this day thinking about the fact that I was almost stuck in a house with that freak during lockdown.

When that relationship ended I moved back to Maine to be with my family. I missed them and had spent basically my entire 20s in another state with some loser.

Back to Fanfiction - Kylo Ren Era

So how did I get back here? How did I get back into writing and creating fan art? The truth is, a switch literally flipped in my brain over this guy right here...

I mean...

The funny thing is, I wasn't SUPER into Star Wars before this. I liked it, I'd seen the sequel trilogy in theaters, but to me it was just a movie series. I was literally watching a Sam Collins video on YouTube where he made fun of a Kylo Ren cosplayer's thirst trap on TikTok and was like...oh that's actually kinda hot.

Thought nothing of it though, just moved on with my day...until I dreamt about him too. And then I felt this spark inside me that I couldn't shake. I literally was like...👀 something is happening here.

So I remembered this feeling from when I was a teen and recognized the impending obsession immediately. I actually googled "is fanfiction still relevant" and "is it ok to write fanfiction as an adult?"

The short answers are - yes - and - of course it is -. This was how I discovered the VERY popular Kylo Ren fic Fix Your Attitude by Kassanovella. I read it in a matter of a week, and in that time I started writing my own fic. I also rewatched ALL the Star Wars movies, and then continued rewatching the sequel trilogy on repeat just so I could get Kylo Ren's character down. I wanted to make sure I captured his voice and personality perfectly. - When I say I watched the sequel trilogy 20 times, it's not an exaggeration, I had it on constantly.-

The fic I wrote was called, Yes, Master

The first chapter of that fic was published on 09/05/2022 (one year ago today), and the last chapter was published on 10/14/2022 with a word count of 100,701. Not only is it the longest fic I've written of all the fics I've done, but it's the one I wrote the fastest. I was posting a chapter a day every day until it was finished. I mean...I literally went OFF on this story. I was so proud of it that I went to lulu.com and made myself a physical copy of it that I intend to read as part of this celebration I'm doing lol.

Wondering if anyone would be interested in me revamping this story (rewriting and updating it) and posting here? I would definitely do it if there was enough interest.

I then wrote a sequel called By Your Side which taught me SO MUCH. Here's what I learned when creating this sequel...

Not everything needs a sequel.

Writing a chapter a day isn't realistic.

I should've planned a full outline before diving into this fic.

I'm not into pregnancy fics/domestic fics all that much as far as longfics go.

It's okay to genuinely dislike something you've written and you should try to learn from that.

By Your Side is still to this day one of my least favorite fics (if not my LEAST favorite). I am still proud of myself for finishing it, (it sits at a hefty 85,599 words). I don't have to love it though. I'm just grateful for what I learned in the process of writing it and proud of myself for finishing it despite being sick of it by chapter 8 and still writing 20 chapters after that.

I also wrote my very first Yandere fic, Just You. It's a bit darker, in my opinion, than The Fractured Moon. This fic was a blast to write, and it felt very freeing to write something so disturbing. It was fun to just let myself get into a dark headspace without holding back and not feeling bad about it. It was more

The Rainbow Six Siege Era

During my time writing for Kylo, I went back to a video game I used to play a lot, Rainbow Six Siege. My Oscar Era bleeds into the Kylo and R6S era a little but I'll talk about that soon.

The Siege fandom was an interesting one...one that I'll probably not go back to much, though I may still write a little fic for it here and there as I feel inspired to. I won't dive too much into this as I know most of you are Oscar fans, but I'll mention my accomplishments here and the things I learned.

I wrote another novel-length fic for this fandom called The Recruit and the Hunter which has another 83,888 words. I actually LOVE this story, and still look back on it fondly. It was a fun one to write, and I really challenged myself to write less smut for it, and I succeeded. It focused heavily on the relationship that built between the main pairing and in my opinion it's one of my better slow-burns I've done.

Why did I leave this fandom?

Well, I'm not going to throw shade, I don't like doing that unless I have to, so I'll keep it brief. The long and the short of it is this...

The readers were getting EXTREMELY demanding. I have comments on RATH of people saying things like "I'm going to be upset if you don't give us a happy ending" and "there better be smut or I swear...". It can get really discouraging as a writer when people seem to say "I love your fic but I'll only continue to love it if you do xyz." It puts us in a dilemma, and makes it hard for us to find a balance between providing fan service, and doing what's fun for us to write. It definitely changed the outcome of RATH and I'm not happy that I gave in like that.

The requests I got were confusing and downright weird. I didn't do some of the really weird ones, and I'm not meaning to kink shame, but it was just very niche things that I couldn't get myself into. I think part of why I felt obligated to provide fan service like I mentioned in the point above, and why I caved and wrote some fanfics for these more unique requests, is because this fandom is very small, and I felt an obligation to provide.

Some of the other writers in the fandom are fucking rude. I'm not going to mention names, like I said, but I had very poor experiences with several writers in the fandom, and since I was also integrating into the Oscar fandom at the time, I could see a stark difference in the way I was being accepted in one, versus the way I was being pushed away in the other. There aren't a lot of x reader writers in the R6S fandom, and I was one of them, and there seems to be some animosity between the people who ship characters, versus the people who write x reader and that's where this mistreatment came from. I don't know, I tried making friends over there, and felt like I was getting pushed out.

So anyway, it's not for me anymore, but I still think back to certain parts of it fondly, and I may write a little more here and there as I see fit.

The Oscar Isaac Era

This really is THE era, isn't it?

As I was working on the last 10 or so chapters of Yes, Master, and after my 12th time rewatching the sequel trilogy movies, I started to fall for Poe Dameron, naturally. How could I not? I mean look at him...

So I decided that I would give Poe a prequel to my Yes, Master story called One Hell of a Pilot. This fic was so fun to write, and it's how I became involved with the Oscar Isaac community in the first place. Immediately I started following Dee, and through her I found Mona, and it was just snowballing from there. Whitney and Romana were some of the first to follow me and my shenanigans.

In December, which is when I started writing One Hell of a Pilot, another novel-length fic that ended with 80,517 words, is when I started reading Dee's fics, along with Mona's and many others. I saw their interactions and felt excited by the prospect of making new friends who were just as into some of this stuff as I was. A place that I could be myself and lose my shit over this idiot and not be judged.

I had no idea what the hell I was getting myself into.

It all started with a fic that Dee had written, I can't remember which one, probably a dbf!Santi fic, and I asked the innocent question of...

What movie is this from?

Oh shit...I didn't realize what the fuck I was getting myself into. After she told me it was Triple Frontier and I should watch it, my brother and I watched it right away. I told him a friend of mine suggested it. The way we spent the entire 1.5 hours laughing at how bad it was is still a memory I hold dear to my heart. I still didn't know at the time that this loser (Oscar my beloved) would hold a place in my heart from that day on.

My first Santi fic was a headcanon about Santi w/ a plussize reader that I called Preciously Plump. A headcanon that later got a full fic, appropriately named Preciously Plump the One-shot.

So then I read something about Moon Knight, and between Dee and Mona shoving me into it (peer pressure ftw) I caved and watched the show.

Phew...

That gave way to the first Moon Knight fic I ever wrote, How Unexpected which came out on January 3rd, 2023 of this year. I was sure that between Steven's adorable nerdy behavior, and Marc's tough exterior, I'd be head over heels for those two. I was nervous to even TOUCH Jake, because I didn't know shit about his character, and the last thing I wanted to do was write a character without it sounding like them.

I was also afraid at the time of writing the Moon Boys with DID because I didn't know anything about it, and I didn't want to misrepresent something like that. After some time went by, I got my bearings, and started working on A Bit Dodgy.

ABD is definitely one of the fics I'm most proud of. I had learned a lot from my past fics I'd written, Yes, Master, e.t.c., and figured out what it was that works best when I'm writing to not only keep myself interested, but to create a good balance between smut for smut's sake, and pushing the story forward.

When I first started writing ABD, I was sure it was going to be a 30-40 chapter fic, but as I started writing it more, I realized quickly that a lot of the chapters were just porn. Is there anything wrong with that? No...but as someone who's written nearly a million words in this past year, I don't feel the need to draw my chaptered fics out with smut just to say I wrote something x chapters or x words wrong.

That's why ABD ended up getting cut down SO MUCH from my original plan. I just made some decisions that I felt maximized the story more and used the smut as a major plot device, rather than the fic revolving around smut as the plot...if that makes any sense lol. I'm happy to say, that as of today, A Bit Dodgy has concluded, though it's the only fic I've ever finished with such a heavy heart.

I was an Oscar stan HARD after that, diving into Sucker Punch and other silly little movies filled with that silly little man whom I love so so much.

Statistics

Numbers aren't important when it comes to kudos (AO3) and likes (Tumblr) so I'm not focusing on those. What I am going to focus on...is my personal accomplishments. Like I said, I don't normally toot my own horn, but I fucking wrote A LOT this year, and I'm going to take a minute to pat myself on the back.

So NOT including my random blurbs (since I'm not bothering to cross-post those)...

My total word count from 09/05/2022-09/05/2023 is (drumroll please):

791,829 words

GEE

I had thought I would've hit a million by now but I am NOT going to complain. By the grace of the horny demon that runs the smut factory in my brain, I've written more than I ever even thought possible.

In the Moon Knight fandom alone, I've written:

238,950 words

I think the only fandom I've written more for is Star Wars, but I'd have to add it all up and I'm not doing that rn haha.

Just kidding it's:

368,566 words

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I wrote 6 novel-length fics, a total of 147 works, MK holds the record for most fics I've written at a whopping 82 fics!

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It's shocking to look back and see what I've accomplished, and to look forward to seeing what else I can do. I know that this next year I won't have the same word count, probably not even close.

I'm focusing a lot on drawing now as well as writing, plus I'm working on my first novel that I'd like to publish so things will definitely be slowing down. I'm going to continue writing, but the speed at which I churn out fics will be slower in the future.

In Conclusion

Thank you all for the support throughout this year. There's no way in HELL I would've had the drive and desire to continue writing if not for the amazing community (most the Oscar Isaac community lol) behind me. It's not just the kudos and the reblogs, it's the people who I've grown to know since joining the world of fandom.

I never had a ton of IRL friends, and I live alone (happily btw) with my dog. Being able to make some friends here that I genuinely call friends, not just people I know online, has meant the world to me. I would list everyone out, but I have a fear of accidentally forgetting to tag someone despite how much they mean to me so I'll leave it at...those people know who they are.

And to my readers (I hesitate to use the word "fans", that makes it sound so conceited), thank you to the moon and back. Without out, I wouldn't have had the drive to keep going. Kudos, Likes and Reblogs aren't everything, I can't stress that enough, but they do help keep the drive alive. (Particularly the comments). Without the little boost of excitement I get when I see that other people are just excited about what I'm doing as I am, I probably would've given up ages ago.

You all are the reason that this was even possible.

With all that being said, I have a small celebration planned that I'll announce later tonight. In the mean time, stay amazing. You keep supporting me, and I'll keep providing the fics that you all love so much

Love, Melly

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