Hi, this is my first attempt on fanfics. In this series I plan to put my oneshots and stories within five chapters. I also have instagram: rullan_and_scarlett where I post fanart of my friend Rullan and I also update my writings. And the cover photo is by Rullan as well. Feel free to give your opinions in comments.

Brett and Eddy's love and sex stories written in 99 different ways / genres / fingerings. Some of them will be funny, some will be dramatic, some will be plain silly. Dedicated to @Ohmadou, @KotoriTori and @ShpookyJimKristmas, fairy godmothers. Inspired by: Raymond Queneau, "Exercises in Style" Matt Madden, "99 Ways to Tell a Story" TwoSetViolin, "100 Diferent Ways to Play a Phrase" Disclaimers: This is mainly experimental. I'll try to publish every few days. English is not my first language, please forgive my many errors. Go practice.

brett closes his eyes like he's told, tangles the blanket in nervous fingers as he waits- suddenly there's fingers sliding slow over his features, mapping out his expression before slotting carefully into place over his jaw- eddy's forehead, pressing just barely against his own- and this- this must be the breaking point, he thinks- it's so hard to keep pretending. "eddy," he tries, almost desperate- "i know," eddy whispers, words fanning over brett's lips. "just- please. if nothing else, let me have this." - written for twosetweek prompt "uncertainty". inspired by enlaurement24 on ao3.

For drunken minds, the line between disgusting and sexually arousing was thin. So very thin. And Edward's mind was dancing a very playful tango along that line, all thanks to Brett and his goddamn hands. Those pale, veiny hands that played with the hair on Eddy's nape was making him feel hot and bothered, and just utterly confused.

A compilation of Breddy one-shots. Expect lots of pining, fluff, angst, and drama.

Ever wondered what Eddy and Brett do while they quarantine together? ___________________________ This is a short fic written in a script format.

"Dont," Eddy warned as he gripped Brett's hip with his hand. "I won't be able to stop myself if you keep doing that." "Then don't." Brett confidently responded, his hand guiding Eddy to his half unzipped pants. "As long as we're in the dark, everything's fair game."

prel·ude /(noun) 1. an action or event serving as an introduction to something more important. 2. an introductory piece of music, most commonly an orchestral opening to an act of an opera, the first movement of a suite, or a piece preceding a fugue. A collection of Breddy's oneshots ❤️

Eddy loses a bet.

Inspired by TwoSet Violin's Prelude The day Eddy turns perfect and in which Brett realizes the last years were just the prelude.