#burntheedges

[pedroscurls]

hello! I love the challenge idea! is there still a spot for Din? #5? :)

omg yesss!! you got the last spot for din and i can't wait 💛

your one line of dialogue is:

[penvisions]

i'd give anything for more time {jack daniels x f! reader}

Pairing: Jack Daniels x F! Reader (Retired! Agent Whiskey x F! Reader)

Summary: He's nowhere, not really. Stuck in the ambient space of a random coffee shop. Doesn't know what he's looking for, until you walk in.

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: angst, yearning, mild language, kissing, time loop weirdness, mentions of heath issues, grief

A/N: i'm gonna be real with y'all, i....struggled with this. had something FAR more angsty outlined for the role-a-trope challenge the moment i got the trope assigned to me. but i'm tired and wanted something a little more happy and this was the result. i hope this is kinda on point @burntheedges. mine was time loop / groundhog day with jack daniels and man i hope i did it justice after all this time!! cause i know this is hella late and i apologize for that

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The coffee shop is bustling, the grinding of beans, the buzz of many voices, the dings and mechanical sounds of the register, of the phones in people’s hands, music over speakers, the steam want of an espresso machine working away.

And Jack is standing in the middle of it all, for what feels like the millionth time.

He’s not real, at least…he doesn’t think he’s real.

The first few times he was here, it seemed like he just appeared amidst the hustle and bustle of a weekday morning. He’s confused, he was just in the middle of a meeting. Asking if he wanted to pick up a job even though he’s retired. He faintly remembers an argument. All heated words and half responses that had turned into forlorn words. His tall legs carrying him out of a door, out of an entryway lined with frames photos and art, a colorful catchall dish by the door containing keys. He had dug them into his palm as the door closed behind him, he looks at it now though there are no marks or redness.

He had left something behind, someone behind. Even if he can’t recall their figure or face.

All he knows is the hectic space he occupies now. Though even when he stands in line to order, resigned to the task he’s spaced out in the middle of doing, he feels like it’s familiar too. No one seems to care that he’s in line, they walk in front of him like he’s not even there. But he lets it go, mind busy with trying to reclaim the events that led him here.

The job he had taken doesn’t even register, he’s unaware if this is a part of it. Staking out, searching for someone, searching for information. He has no clue how he got here, why he’s here or why the cheery barista behind the counter doesn’t seem to hear him when he saunters up to the register to finally place his order.

She steadfastly ignores him, even as he leans over the counter and tips the hat atop his head. He’s in his typical ‘blend in with the civilians’ outfit, tight jeans, nice dark boots that match his leather jacket over a plain white shirt. His amber sunglasses hang from his collar and his belt buckle clinks against the edge of the marble as he leans closer.  His smile falters as she sees right through him and begins to talk to the woman behind him. Easily taking her order and then moving onto the person behind her.

Shoving off from the counter with a frown, he raises a hand to thumb at his bottom lip. Stretching a hand over the small partition between the display case and the public, he snags a pastry. But no words of ‘hey, sir you’ve got to pay for that!’ or other reprimands color the air.

He wanders around the shop, looking for someone out of place. Looking for someone who could be undercover like him. But everything is normal. Everything down to the minutes ticking by on the large clock, the to go cups placed on the pick up counter and then being swept away by impatient hands to the conversations that he begins to sift through with almost burning ears.

Everything is normal.

Except for the fact that he’s invisible.

Just as suddenly as he found himself in the coffee shop, his vision faded, and he was gone from it too.

-

He tries talking to different people, each time he opens his eyes from the abyss that claims him. But no one ever responds, no one acknowledges that he’s a real living and breathing person. And Jack begins to question if he even is anymore…surely he would know if he experienced a painful death as an agent on a mission?

He’s retired now, he thinks so at least. He doesn’t recall anything recent, nothing beyond the countless times he emerges from darkness to find himself in the middle of the coffee shop. This time though, when he realizes where he is there’s a pull in his navel that has him turning on his heels to face the door just as you walk through. Remnants of a heated interaction flare in his memory and he grasps at the tendrils before they fade. But he’s too slow or a loud noise interrupts and sends him spinning in that direction in alarm.

His heart flutters fast, almost painful. His chest twinging in a way a cramped muscle would even as he sees you approach.

“Excuse me, are you in line?” Your voice is sweet like honey, welcoming and making him feel at ease like a soft breeze of air on a summer’s day. He looks around and expects someone else to answer but you repeat the question with a note of concern and when you’re hand reached out to gently touch his he startles- because he can feel the pressure from your touch.

And he’s gaping at you, because finally, someone is acknowledging him.

He shakes his head, unable to form a polite answer and gestures for you to go ahead of him.

“Oh, it’s alright. You look a little off, how about I order with you, and we can have a sit?”

The way your eyes rake over him has his entire body lighting up- you’re gorgeous and sweet and he wants nothing more than to do exactly what you’re suggesting. As you two order, he keeps glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. Wary that this is all fleeting, and he was right to worry because as soon as you both settle into a set of chairs around a table everything fades once again.

-

It happens again and again, the same way. But you look different each time. Different clothing, different hair styling, despite the conversation being the same. Someone who sees him and offers a kind smile and help towards someone who appears far too confused and out of place.

Then one day he notices the wrinkles beside your eyes, the dark circles beneath them. The weight you drop and the chapped, chewed state of your lips. A once polished and bright woman, now appearing ragged and stressed. He decides to ask if you’re okay the next time he comes to consciousness in the coffee shop, but you don’t show up. He’s back to being invisible and loss pangs harshly in his chest.

-

He doesn’t materialize in the coffee shop after that, the scene he’s damned to visit every day the same entry way he had first recalled what seems ages ago. For what seems like years before his steps allow him to cross over into an empty bedroom. It always feels wrong, the blurred photos along the walls tugging at him though they never clear enough for him to see what they depict. He thinks he can make out the faint outline of you, so fresh from his memory in the coffee shop, the same interaction time and time again drilled into him though it doesn’t do a think to take him back there and see you.

How the way he seems to exist altered the moment he wanted to change things up and reach out, to ensure you were okay. He feels less real now that no one is in this setting, a home that feels anything but. Echoes of a life lived and tainted by a dark feeling he can’t shake.

He's allowed to peel back the covers of the bed this time, his body taking up the space in the bed like he belongs there. The other side cold and empty haunting him. He's grateful to be able to softly snooze off instead of darkness consuming him to end the moment.

-

He’s afraid to open his eyes, to see the empty bed beside him. A lonesome reprieve he had settled into the last time he was aware of himself. He had woken peacefully, of his own accord and it was a blessing to not suddenly find himself standing amid blurred photos and a dark entryway.

But he can hear the soft breathing of someone else, can almost feel the weight of their body as it’s almost close enough to touch his own. He’s shifting, eyes flying open and all he feels is euphoria as he sees you fast asleep beside him.

Your face scrunches up, nose wrinkling and hands coming up from underneath covers to rub at your cheeks and forehead. An eye peeks at him from underneath one and he swears his heart stutters.

“How many times I gotta tell you to stop starin’ at me?”

“Couldn’t help it, you’re as beautiful as a fresh morning bathed in early sun.” The warm words spring from him, praise very much real and his fingers itch to reach for you.

“Pfft, Jack.” You groan, though there’s no real annoyance in your tone. It’s bashful, if anything. But its far too early for his poetic waxing, you haven’t even checked the time yet. But based on the darkness behind the curtains, there’s hours yet until its time to rise for the day. Your thoughts stall as he slides across the bed. Arms tangling tightly around your middle and pulling you into him.

“Roll your eyes all you want, but it’s true.” He’s determined for you to know, to hear, to feel seen by him.

“Such a goddamn sap.”

“Yeah,” He breathes, the smile that breaks out over your face making his chest feel light. He recalls the feeling when you had first made eye contact with him in the middle of the coffee shop and warmth blooms in his chest.

The endless cycle of his dreams that give him vertigo and existential dread quickly fading from his mind as he realizes that’s all they were: dreams. Because he’s here with you and the scar you trace over in the center of his chest tells him that it was all a side effect of the sudden palpitations that had taken over his heart and the way his body coped with the healing he struggled to do afterwards.

He had indeed met you in that coffee shop, his mind taking him back to that moment again and again as he had laid in a bed for months, a coma taking his consciousness after an infection settled into his body. His mind trying to ease him in some twisted way as you sat by his bedside day in and day out. He can only imagine the turmoil you must’ve experienced as everything comes rushing back to him, dizzying him with the onslaught of out of body experiences and how you must’ve felt so lost and confused without him by your side.

But he’s here now, you’re here now and he’s dropping his lips to yours in reassurance when he sees concern fill yours at his solemn recognition of the situation. He's determined to be present, to be aware, and to shower you with everything he had to make up for the time he lost with you.

[mari-positas]

I would like to hear more about that Javi fic please 👀👀👀

hi kate! thank you sm for asking lovely 💕

the gist of the story is, reader is somewhat inexperienced when it comes to sex and has some insecurities knowing about the women javi has been with. she wants to deep throat him but he thinks it might be too much for her...reader is quite the stubborn gal though.

“Javi,” you squeak when he whirls you around, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror as he bends you over over the sink. Javier pushes his hips forward, pressing himself against you, his cock hard against the curve of your ass. “Mira nadamás,” he murmurs, hunching over you, his chest flush against your back. He presses his cheek against yours and grins. “Look at you, nena. Dripping wet, desperate to choke on my cock like a good girl.”

[almostfoxglove]

Hiii how about 3 and 15? 🧡

HI HONEY <3 thank u for theseee!

3. what makes you love writing?

oof, a big one! a lot of things, but the first that come to mind are how satisfying it is to finish a sentence or scene or story and feel you've communicated something in the best way you can. and writing has always been a way for me to process/unwind things/explore avenues of hurt/healing that I'll never get to in life. it just brings joy!! and I'm so fascinated w how people's brains work (perhaps a symptom of being neurodivergent & struggling to comprehend how other people think and behave) that exploring/imagining the inner worlds of other people is compelling. it feels like an exercise in empathy. but honestly I don't really think of myself as someone who loves writing - more just that it's somehow made itself a part of my brain. it doesn't ever shut off, for better or worse! even if I'm not actually writing at the time, my brain is writing 24/7 :,)

15. what do drafting and revision look like for you?

drafting is a lot of brain vomit - I overwrite in first drafts and let myself, knowing revision will be hacking it all up and chucking half of it out. in terms of planning, I'm big on discovery writing a first draft (I never outline in full or it absolutely kills my motivation. half the fun for me is figuring it out on the fly) but when I get ideas faster than I can write or have an epiphany, I usually include bullet points below the scene I'm working on for stuff to happen afterward. also reminders of images/lines/moments that have happened in previous chapters that I want to call back to or echo - I have goldfish brain (a terrible memory) so my notes are a lot of 'REMEMBER THIS FREYA DON'T FORGET THIS FREYA' lmaoo here's a heavily redacted look at the current chapter of see you at three I'm working on for context:

in revision (when it comes to fics), I reread a lot to look for flow and pacing. is this happening too fast, has too much been in exposition and not enough in scene, have we been in this person's head too long, when was the last time this character had a body and when can we remember it, what are they touching or looking at, how does the way they feel influence the things they observe and therefore what I describe. I'm not perfect at it (or at catching spelling/grammatical errors) cause I try not to stress about fics too much - with my personal work I'm much more intense about it. but revision for me is actually the fun part? I'm always trying to race through a first draft to get into the nitty gritty open heart surgery that comes in rewrites. perhaps that is the writing degree in me but I love to rip apart something I've written and make it better hahaha

writing asks game!

[nerdieforpedro]

Just like the Picture

Dieter Bravo x gn reader

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Summary: Moving into your new apartment went well. Your new landlord seems pretty chill. You see him a lot though, why is that?

Warnings: Non-consensual voyeurism, masturbation (mentioned but not in detail), edibles, weed use, erotic paintings, food mention

Word Count: 936

Notes: Written for the Roll-a-Trope Writing Challenge presented by @burntheedges . I have it in just under the wire. 👀 I wasn’t not sure I’d be able to write something or not, but I’m glad I was. My trope was “landlord Dieter” so here we are. Not beta-ed, I dunno what I wrote so all mistakes are mine.

Main Masterlist/ Dieter Bravo Masterlist/ Writing Challenges

Dieter sometimes wonders how exactly he ended up staring at his media setup in his office. His apartment on the top floor is one of the penthouses that allows for more room. He has four different screens, all active and his gaze is switching between them. He’s sitting in just his robe, rolling some special herbs and spices into his usual blunt. His favorite show is about to start.

You.

It was an easy deal to strike with his cousin who needed a few hundred bucks as his car always stays in the impound. Dieter told him not to ask any questions, just install the cameras and show Bravo how to access them. He did, his cousin had his money and Dieter had the set-up complete. The only reason Dieter gave as he knew his cousin may blab to someone about the cameras being installed, was that the apartment you now reside in was a model apartment to show potential tenants. It took Dieter’s cousin off his scent and it took months before Bravo would finally rent that unit out. 

You moved in six months ago, one of Dieter’s last move-ins. He gave you a tour of the building, amenities, and the unit himself. Usually, he leaves the office manager to do the tours, but they always make sure to at least introduce new tenants to Dieter before touring them. He quickly told him that he would handle things from here. A piece of gum was popped into his mouth as he offered you one as well. You giggled and took a stick of Doublemint from him. His palm touched the small of your back as he led through the building. You’re so comfortable with him, you really shouldn’t be but Bravo is grateful. That way, he won’t feel bad about his late-night viewing. 

Dieter Bavo made sure to be there for the day of your move-in, assisting where he could and providing jokes where he could. He bought lunch for you, some burgers, fries, and a lemonade. Eating on your new leather couch, Dieter finds himself to be enamored with you. He’s thankful he didn’t see anyone move in with you and no other names on your lease besides yours. He leaves and bids you a good evening, though he’s glad to be taking the elevator up to his apartment to view more of you. Over the first month after you’ve moved in, Dieter notes that you have a routine after you get home from work:

Watching you move around your apartment, drop your work bag and keys. 

Sit down to read. (That’s your third book this month. Maybe he should read while you’re at work. What book is that?)

Watch TV later. (Changing the camera angle he can see what show you’re watching, the Glenn guy is everywhere. Dieter has stubble too, maybe not as much, but enough to give a good burn.)

Undress and apply your lotions after your shower. (In retrospect, maybe he should have put one in the bathroom, but he wasn’t sure if his cousin would be able to find one of those waterproof cameras. Maybe he’ll rub that decadent cream on your legs and back one day too.) 

Pulling out your special bog of toys. (Investing in a quality bag to store your nightly enjoyment in is self-care as far as Dieter is concerned. He may need to check out that brand of lube, he’s heard about it, but hasn’t bought it because he’s familiar with the one he uses.)

In the second month, Dieter now not only masturbates watching you but also thinks about whether you like edibles. You’ve commented that you’re not a fan of smoke, no matter cigarette or weed. He could offer you some edibles to try out though, fruit flavors to start. Bravo makes it a point to ‘run into you’ around the building. At the pool, workout area, and mailboxes. You comment that see him often and maybe you should have lunch again, this time you’ll buy. Dieter insists that you don’t and more burgers are had, in his apartment. It’s an open concept, has a lot of light and you see his easel near one of the windows. 

Dieter’s too busy sipping his lemonade and trying to figure out if he’s going to offer grape edibles or apple flavor. He hears you gasp and ask, “What is this?” He now recalls what’s over there and scratches his exposed belly as he stretches an arm upward.

“What I imagine you to look like when you come. What do you think?” Bravo smiles as he walks over to you. Your eyes are fixed on the incomplete painting. The furrow of your brows, placement of your legs, and the surrounding color match those of your sheets, how would he know all of that?

“It’s fairly detailed. You even got my mole and my scars, those edibles help with that?” You both laugh and you take one apple and one grap from Dieter’s palm, chewing them both. 

“Maybe. No other questions thought, most would have a different reaction to this.” His surprise has you walk over to the couch and lie across it. It’s bizarre for sure, but endearing in a way. Plus the toys are only getting the job done but so well. Bravo moves his way over and stands before the couch above you, his breathing quickening as a bulge forms beneath his pajama bottoms. His large palms land on your thighs as he bends down to eye level with you.

“Wanna see if you can have me make that face for you Dee?”

[mthofferings2024]

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Will create works that contain: fluff, angst, smut, almost any AU you can think of, academia AU, modern AU, open to tropes (wrong number, only one bed, fake dating, and more), established relationship, found family, friends to lovers, getting together, soulmates, character study

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Auction ID: 1031

Will create works for the following relationships: Avengers fandom any gen - MCU Bucky Barnes-centric - MCU Steve Rogers-centric - MCU Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers - MCU Captain America fandom any gen - MCU Iron Man fandom any gen - MCU Tony Stark-centric - MCU Sam Wilson-centric - MCU Natasha Romanov-centric - MCU Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - MCU

Work Description: I will beta one piece of writing for you, long fics welcome!! (but note that will take more time). WIPs or completed fics are both fine. As far as my 'do not want' list, the only difference for beta services is sad endings (as in, I will beta a work with a sad ending). I can help you with: pacing, flow, character actions (including blocking/positions in space), dialogue, cohesion, describing feelings/emotions, word choice, as well as fact/context checking in certain areas (see list below). I will give feedback about spelling/grammar/punctuation if desired (but it will take longer). I like to provide comments and suggestions as I read with longer comments at the bottom. Please message me if you want to make sure I can provide the services you need! I want you to get beta services that you need for your work. I have mostly listed MCU and other movie-verses because that is where I have the most familiarity. I have read a lot of the comics (particularly 616) but I can't guarantee as much knowledge of canon for that. My particular areas of knowledge for fact/context checking and AUs: - Academia (and linguistics) - Specific decades (80s, 90s, 00s, 10s) (particularly in the US) - Sewing, quilting, knitting - Sports (professional, journalism, reporting, etc., particularly for football, hockey, baseball, cycling) - Russian (language, culture, literature) Just a note that since I offered this last year I've gotten a new job, and I basically can't respond much during work hours (ET). But evenings and weekends are fine. I am confident that I can complete this in the next year, but the longer the fic the longer I'll need. Last year I beta-ed History of American Capitalism by ZenaidaMacrouras1 (with a particular focus on sports and Russian stuff) and it was super fun! Max word count: 100k (Note that I have another auction with a lower starting bid for max 50k.)

Ratings: Gen, Teen, Mature, Explicit

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Auction ID: 2016

Will create works for the following relationships: Avengers fandom any gen - MCU Steve Rogers-centric - MCU Bucky Barnes-centric - MCU Natasha Romanov-centric - MCU Sam Wilson-centric - MCU Tony Stark-centric - MCU Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers - MCU Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - MCU

Work Description: I will beta one piece of writing for you, long fics welcome!! (but note that will take more time). See max word count below. WIPs or completed fics are both fine. As far as my 'do not want' list, the only difference for beta services is sad endings (as in, I will beta a work with a sad ending). I can help you with: pacing, flow, character actions (including blocking/positions in space), dialogue, cohesion, describing feelings/emotions, word choice, as well as fact/context checking in certain areas (see list below). I will give feedback about spelling/grammar/punctuation if desired (but it will take longer). I like to provide comments and suggestions as I read with longer comments at the bottom. Please message me if you want to make sure I can provide the services you need! I want you to get beta services that you need for your work. I have mostly listed MCU and other movie-verses because that is where I have the most familiarity. I have read a lot of the comics (particularly 616) but I can't guarantee as much knowledge of canon for that. My particular areas of knowledge for fact/context checking and AUs: - Academia (and linguistics) - Specific decades (80s, 90s, 00s, 10s) (particularly in the US) - Sewing, quilting, knitting - Sports (professional, journalism, reporting, etc., particularly for football, hockey, baseball, cycling) - Russian (language, culture, literature) Just a note that since I offered this last year I've gotten a new job, and I basically can't respond much during work hours (ET). But evenings and weekends are fine. I am confident that I can complete this in the next year, but the longer the fic the longer I'll need. Last year I beta-ed History of American Capitalism by ZenaidaMacrouras1 (with a particular focus on sports and Russian stuff) and it was super fun! Max word count: 50k (Note that I have another auction with a higher starting bid for max 100k.)

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Will create works for the following relationships: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers - MCU Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - MCU Steve Rogers-centric - MCU Bucky Barnes-centric - MCU Tony Stark-centric - MCU

Work Description: Do you love tropes?? Because I sure do! For this auction you will give me a trope, and I will write you a fic for one of the characters or pairings listed. Trope options: wrong number, only one bed, time loop, sports team, famous!AU (rock star, actor, etc.), college/academia AU, epistolary, road trip, didn't know they were dating, snowed in, trapped in an elevator or other enclosed space, soulmates, amnesia, and if it's not on the list, ask me about it! I am offering a minimum of 2k fic ($5). With every $5 above the initial bid I'll add at least 500 words (i.e., $10 – 2.5k, $15 – 3k) (I tend to go long). I know I tend to write for a different fandom, but I did write two fics for this auction last year (I hope both will be posted before this goes up. If not, feel free to ask to see my drafts! They're both in the works). Most of my other projects are personal, so this can and will take precedence to be completed on time. I like to explore characterization, relationships, and AUs. Please ask if you are interested in a pair that isn't listed to see if I can write it for you. If you have a specific prompt in mind, please reach out to me before bidding. I'd like to discuss it and make sure we're both happy with it before you bid.

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[wildemaven]

Ok tumblr ate the first version of this and we’re not letting it happen again! lol

One of my favorite things about Poppy and Dieter is how well they fit together, how much they just get each other. How they’re so right together!! So my question (maybe this is 🪩 or 🎨) is what is one time they surprised each other with that? Like one time Dieter was surprised (and felt sooo loved) because she just gets him? And one time he did the same for her? Maybe in a way no one has before? (And they like each other that way)

Anyway I hope that makes sense. Happy anniversary to those two 🧡🎉

What do you get a man who can get what ever he wants???

Poppy had this very thought! Then she came across a random video from a wildlife rescue where you can help sponsor raccoon and aid in their rehabilitation. Dieter having a soft spot for raccoons, it felt like a perfect thing to do. So over the course of a year, Poppy would sponsor raccoons in Dieter’s name. They would send her photos of them, updates on their progress while in the facility, as well as their success stories once they were successfully released. She took all the photos and their information on each raccoon and turned it into a book for him, Dieter & His Happy Trash Pandas. She presented it to him on their anniversary and shared all the videos she had saved of all the little cute critters. He may have she’d a tear or two.

Dieter surprised Poppy and her Mom with a trip to some where tropical for a week

Thank you so much for the fun ask!

Sweet Creature Celebration

[russianblush]

Hi! This is such a fun idea. Are any numbers left 👀

Hi, yes! I have one left.

Barbecue #5 is TAKEN.