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impala-dreamer · 2 years
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That’s right! Commissions are open again just in time for summer!
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Stories will be anywhere from 1000-5000 words depending on the story. 
You set the scene, give me details about you/your friend, and I run with it! (If you’re unsure about it, you can always request a reader insert)
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commander-neyo · 2 years
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🌺 Send this to ten blogs you think are wonderful. 🌺
And right back to you <3 <3 <3 :*
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ginger-lala · 4 months
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This has been frustrating me all day and I've debated even posting because I hate drama but AI GENERATED FICS.
I was browsing today looking for some new content to read and support. I came across a story and I clicked on it because it was recommended.
I got halfway through a chapter and something did not sit right with me. Big words, ones I had to google, repeating content in paragraphs... seemed oddly familiar to things ChatGPT would spit out when I was trying to jailbreak it.
Curiosity got the better of me and I copied and pasted the content of this fic into an AI content detector and low and behold:
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The entire thing lit up red. Not just a coincidental sentence. The whole chapter. Just as a measure to make sure it wasn't just the generator throwing anything at me, I input my own fics as well as the writing of some of my fandom friends.
But as expected:
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Now, I won't name and shame but I hope that the "author" of the fic I read reads this. I hope you feel bad and you should feel bad.
Nothing makes me sadder than seeing my friends who lose hours of sleep staying up writing to pump out a chapter not getting more views and comments than something clearly spat out by a computer.
At the very least, if you are going to use something like ChatGPT, at least give a warning or tag it. You are intentionally deceiving people, and for what? I cannot fathom you'd get any joy out of pumping out fake chapter after fake chapter.
Anyway, this is one of my favourite fics at the moment written by someone who busts their ass to write their chapters completely from scratch and I adore them.
to withstand the force of storms by @plxnetn1ne
If there's anything to take from this, it's be honest and tag your work correctly!
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dianastrength · 6 months
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Fic-Love
Ich habe gerade letztens wieder ein paar FFs nochmal gelesen, weil es einfach so viele unglaublich gute in diesem Fandom gibt 😌
Und weil mich das jetzt brennend interessiert: was sind so eure momentanen Top 5? Egal, ob gerade zum ersten Mal am Lesen, wieder entdeckt, beendet oder nicht, ein "got me through tough times so it's engraved in my system now"...absolut alles willkommen 😊 Gerne mit kurzem Why dazu, muss aber nicht!
Ganz wichtig: das soll keineswegs ein Vergleich oder ein Wettbewerb sein! (I mean, ich selbst hab Stand jetzt 67 Favoriten auf ff.de - guckt da sonst gerne mal vorbei - keine davon hat es weniger oder mehr verdient als die anderen, gelesen und geliebt zu werden.) Es geht einzig und allein um einen Austausch, vielleicht einen kurzen Einblick in verschiedene Genres und Personalities und Empfehlungen, durch die die eine oder andere Person ja maybe sogar was Neues findet ☺
Ich fang mal an:
Let Me Down Slowly (ff.de) by NorthWings
Meisterlich in character und die Autorin hat ein wahnsinnig präzises Gefühl für Zeit- bzw. Szenensprünge. Ich liebe die Sehnsucht in und zwischen den Zeilen und lasse mich sehr gerne immer wieder aufs Neue von manchen Sätzen brechen :')
Closer (ff.de) by Jolie92
Das Push-and-Pull, die Sexual Tension, der Schmerz...es ist eine perfekte Komposition. Jede Leseminute wert. Kann kaum erwarten, dass es weitergeht.
Gefangen (ff.de) by thruthedoomdays; AU
Den ersten Teil habe ich - no kidding - ohne Pause in acht Stunden gelesen. So viel Herz und Schwere und Comfort in Einem...ich hab literally keine Worte dafür, wie sehr alles JK und ihre Verbindung und ihre Realitäten in dieser Geschichte für mich sind. Keine.
Liebe ist auch keine Lösung (ff.de) by Ria
Schreibstil einfach premium. JK in ihrem Umgang großartig getroffen. Heftig. Deep. Sexual Tension at its best (or worst?). Absolut kein Comfort, I'm a sucker for it. Love is pain, oder so.
So it went South (ff.de) by Candyrella
Candyrella hat Poetik im "Simplen" perfektioniert. JK sind schonungslos und ehrlich und verletzt, hier und da ooc, aber halt auf verdammt gute Weise. Besonders die Dialoge, die sind so f*cking echt und zerreißend.
Verlangen - Funkenflug (ff.de) by AlwaysKlako
Diese Story macht einfach Spaß. Atmosphäre, JK, Sommer, die förmlich greifbare Anziehung der beiden - zusammengefasst: intense. Und mit so viel Liebe zum Detail, unfassbar schön.
Ja, es sind sechs. Aus Gründen. Es gibt noch so, so viele mehr und ich bin allen fellow FF-Autor:innen sehr dankbar, dass sie tun, was sie tun <3
Falls ihr gerade die Lust und Kapazitäten habt: @coffifee @alwaysklako @papierflamingo @galli-halli @winterbunny-jk @mistofstars @sarcasmmeetssoulmate @other-people-have-good-names und alle, die mögen 😊
Let's spread some love 🫶🏼
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ladamedusoif · 4 months
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It might be the cold meds talking, but I feel like I need to have a ramble about writing - partly because I’ve seen a few “you write for YOU and whatever you WANT” posts over the last few days, some of which have been spot on and some not so much.
To clarify: this post isn’t about me. Or at least, it’s MOSTLY not about me. It’s just some observations about fic.
This is a lovely and important message. Ultimately, we do all write for ourselves. Of course we do.
But saying “write for you and only for you!” is easier when you’re someone who routinely gets hundreds of notes on a fic within the first couple of hours. Or when you’ve got a massive audience already. Or when you write something that seems to get more attention than anything else in terms of popular characters and tropes (ahem Joel age gap smut ahem).
Trends come and go in literature of all kinds, whether properly published works or fics. That’s par for the course.
But the problem is when it feels like only a certain kind of story gets any attention. When stories with real heart and love and care and feeling seem to be routinely ignored because they don’t fit the bill: they’re slow burns, they don’t involve popular tropes, but they’re proper stories that could exist without any connection to the fandom they’ve been written for.
And, worse, when the people writing those stories start to feel deeply disheartened and as if it’s just not worth it.
We talk a lot about anon hate (spoiler: don’t do it) and nine times out of ten that seems to be based on the idea of people writing potentially triggering or taboo topics saying they’ve received “hate”. (Sometimes this is actual hate and sometimes it’s genuine, considerate questioning around warnings etc.)
Thing is: the people writing the ‘unpopular’ stories get hate - genuine, real, nasty hate - too. This post isn’t really about me, but as an example: I’ve not turned on anon asks in months, because of the last shitfest. And I’m not alone, because I know what people have had sent into their inbox in response to the most inoffensive, sweet stories. It baffles me.
All this is to say - I wish people would be a little bit more open in what they want to read, and would recognise that “anon hate” isn’t just about puritanical prudes trying to “tell people what to write” as seems to be the general assumption. People keep trying to put a bit more diversity out there in the fic buffet, to write loving and carefully crafted stories, and for all the “write it for you” posts it still feels like it doesn’t matter. Like no one wants it. And that’s when writers start to think they’re awful, their ideas are bad, their style is weak.
Worse? They get shitty, mean-spirited asks and comments. (Even if it’s not “hate”. I’m still baffled by the people who say they couldn’t finish a one-shot of mine because there wasn’t a significant age gap between the Reader and the male character… but I don’t think that’s strictly hate, as such. Dispiriting, though.)
And what happens then? They stop writing. The stories cease. And the fic buffet becomes more and more one-note, more and more dictated by prevailing winds and a particular kind of purple prose style. And the readers - who might have found those stories if more people had engaged with them and reposted and shared them - wonder why no one seems to write for them.
A while back I wrote a tag that was something like “there’s room for everything”. Unfortunately, that “everything” remains a little limited, at least in terms of what actually seems to get picked up and gain traction. And “there’s room for everything” doesn’t mean that all writers are above reproach, either.
Try something new, people. Give a soft story a go. Who knows, you might like it.
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proudproship · 4 months
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When life give you lemons, download it because antis are gonna get it falsely taken down.
Seriously though. Found a really good dead dove fic?
Keep a copy of it somewhere. Download it.
That way when antis false report it and harass the author into oblivion, you still have it and can still read it.
Forcing creators to delete a valuable piece of culture and art is stupid. So report antis if they're going against ToS! Don't be afraid to block and report if they're actually doing something wrong.
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Hey. I’m tired. I guess you are too. Do you – do you want some H/V fluff with trans girls? I think we could all use fluff with trans girls. Let’s go.
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Through the Mirror
Before accessing Villainess’ lair, you had to step in a hall of mirrors. It was like entering inside a huge crystal ornament. Knowing the owner, Heroine supposed it was meant to have some symbolic sense, something like “dare to know yourself before daring to catch me,” or some pretentious message like that. Granted, it was confusing for the potential intruders. Heroine used to hate that hall. Now, she was pleased to find out it was nearly reposing. There was no guard in that part of the lair. It was just her and her hundred twins. She secretly thought that all of them looked quite good. Her stance was so much more self-assured than before. Her brand new suit was better, too. Dull colors like dark green or blue or gray had worn out their welcome. She was a Heroine, she wanted something that popped. The costuming department had grumbled, lectured her a bit about the seriousness of her mission, but she hadn’t budged. Eventually, they complied. Now a vivid pink and blue skirt floated around her tights.
“Nice look,” said a voice from the hidden microphone.
“Thanks.”
“Come on in.”
One of the mirrors shuddered. Heroine pushed it back and entered.
Villainess’ hidden place looked like a comfortable but plain living room. Pale brown walls surrounded a large table covered with notebooks and sheets of papers, another table with a TV on it, and a huge, old couch who had seen better days. That was all. Villainess was there, arms crossed behind her head, laid down on the couch. She examined Heroine with a critical look, then raised an eyebrow.
“White boots,” she said. “Bold choice. Is that some kind of a message? Something like “I’m so skilled I won’t even dirty them with the blood of my foes?”
Heroine clasped her hands behind her back.
“ The message is I liked them.”
“Ah.”
“Not everything has to have subtext.”
“Most things do, though.”
Heroine pulled out two bottles of beer from her belt:
“Fine. So if I have two of these with me, can you deduce the meaning of their presence?”
Villainess held out an arm. Her guest sighed and stepped forward to give her the bottle.
“Can you spare a bit of strength to scoot over, or is it too much to ask?”
The dreaded woman that made cities tremble in fear didn’t answer, too busy to open the bottle without exercising any actual effort. Heroine shook her head. Taking upon herself to move the long pair of legs on the couch to the ground, she sat on the free space.
“Give me that.”
“No, wait a minute. I need to prepare myself psychologically for my inevitable sitting up.”
“Didn’t we fight for hours last week?
“Yes, that’s the consequence of that.”
Seven days ago, Villainess had suddenly threatened to explode all the banks of the cities, which was news for everybody. Until then, she was only used to rob them blind. Some bankers had taken offense of the sudden abruptness. Heroes had been called, even Superhero, but no one could catch her. At a last resort, the agency had remembered that Heroine had always kept her in check.
“So, how are you enjoying your last victory against me?”
Heroine took her own bottle into her hands, fidgeting with it:
“It’s nice. Most people are kind to me now. Superhero even told me to keep doing whatever I was doing with my hormones if they made me that much better.”
“Idiot.”
“He really has no idea how it works.”
She sighed:
“But yeah, seems like people is okay with the new me. All it took was a whole afternoon of fighting with collateral damage all around.”
“Eh, you know how people are; morals are nice, but spectacular is better. I had to make one building or two collapse to prove a point.”
“Which is?”
“I’m awesome. And so is the woman able to stop me.”
Heroine blushed.
“Not really. We cheated.”
“Nah. I just told you my plan in advance and you just told me when the other heroes were trying to ambush me. I’m calling that good planing. Cooperation is so much better than competition.”
It was true that it was her motto. None of the banks could have been robbed without the active help of several employees. Heroes were still trying to decipher the genius way she was infiltrating the security system while someone else was just opening the door for her. It was said employees who had helped the evacuation of the buildings before the official fight. No casualties. There was no need. There never was any need.
Heroine knew that since long ago, but since she had better fish to fry and villains who actually murdered people to stop, she generally looked the other way. They were warily avoiding each other, until the day Heroine had officially announced she wasn’t Hero anymore. The quality of the news coverage concerning her had wildly declined until she’d received a text from an unknown number:
I have a plan. Let’s show the world who you are.
It’d worked.
With a weary sigh, Villainess pushed herself back up. Their fight had not been faked at all, and she still was bruising everywhere. Heroine looked at her tossing back her long hair and finally opening her bottle.
“Thank you,” she said.
Villainess shrugged:
“Hey, you’re welcome. You were there when I came out. You gave me that doctor’s address and voila, it’s going to be five years on hormones in two weeks.”
“How does that feel?”
“I’ve never been happier in my life.”
Heroine smiled and raised her drink:
“Here’s to you.”
“Here’s to us.”
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cardierreh15 · 2 months
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Annnd we are finished folks! I gots to go in for editing and need some beta reading first but it’s looking good and I think yall gonna like it 🖤
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The Lady In Black Dropping Tuesday Jan. 30th, 2024
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the-kipsabian · 3 months
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LISTEN all im saying is that you should read bugs' fics with ace characters cause they are just so fucking good
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deandoesthingstome · 10 months
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Fanfic Writer Wednesday
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Here I go, here I go, here I go again...
Does anyone know what my weakness is? It’s men. 
Specifically men played by Henry Cavill and so when I go looking for fic these days, I’m looking for fic written about men played by Henry Cavill. You know, you’ve heard me. It’s Sy. It’s Walter. It’s August. Sometimes I even give Mikey a try.
@hope-to-hell​ gives me what I need. A masterlist full of good shit. And look, a lot of this is deep, dark, hedonistic, stuff. At least what I’ve read. I could be wrong, but if you’re looking for comfort or fluff, this may not be the place for you. (Anyone knows otherwise, feel free to point me there, because again, I have NOT read the entire masterlist.)
There is a ton of August Walker, including this amazing dark and sticky series, Dream State, that just begs for his demise to be fake. I regret not reblogging every chapter so I’m making up for it by rec’ing it again here.
Need Walter? (Fuck yeah, I need Walter) You’ll find plenty of him and with all his filth and de-stress needs, like in a Locker Room After Hours. Maybe some phone sex (with an unexpected twist of Mike?) Just some real deep and meaty shit here.
Mike makes a lot of appearances, so you get that, too.
There are dabblings of several other HC characters including this amazing shibari!Sy fic. You ever wanted Sy as a sub? You got it.
Look, there is a LOT. The masterlist has masterlists. It also contains non-HC stories, which, look. When you find a good writer, you just read a good writer, okay? Give it a shot. You may find something you like, something that makes you wanna shoop. And if not, that’s okay, too. It’s just a good idea to try.
Don’t forget. Writers crave your support. Likes are nice and all, but a good comment goes a long way. As do reblogs. Reblogs with comments??? Heaven. So get out there and show us what you got.
As always...
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sharkneto · 2 years
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Not to be that person but like. With the fandom picking up with S3 (yes! love the excitement!), I've noticed a bit of a concerning trend. In the past couple days I have gotten over 250 kudos across my fics (which is wild!)
And 6 comments.
250 kudos and 6 comments.
You've gotta support content creators more than that, you can't treat them like Kudo/Like Goes In, Content Comes Out. Artists, gif-makers, writers spend hours working on content and then, because we're nice, we share it with all of you. If you enjoyed it? Let us know! Yeah, a kudo is nice, a like is nice, but it's the bare minimum. Let us know what you liked! Doesn't have to be anything big - just a comment that you liked it! Maybe there was a line you liked. Maybe you felt some emotion. Maybe the coloring or the shading or the composition is really great. Let the artist know that!
And then? Reblog it! If you liked it, odds are there are people that follow you that will also like it. If you want, put those comments in the tags of the art or gif so the artist gets to see them. And don't worry if it's an old fic/gifset/drawing! The creator spent hours on it, I guarantee they are keeping tabs on it and will LOVE knowing people are still enjoying it. It's not weird or taboo.
This is a community, and it's more fun for everyone if we share and talk, rather than like and hoard.
I'm really lucky that I have established myself as a fic writer enough that this is an irritation rather than demoralizing. But to a new fic writer? This could be devastating. Comments are like fucking heroin. They're amazing, they motivate like nothing else. I reread them constantly. To not get any makes it easy to spiral with doubt that actually nobody liked it and then what's the point in sharing any future projects?
Creating content is a labor of love, but do your part so it's not thankless labor - it's how you keep creators motivated to keep creating things we all enjoy. We're a community, let's talk and hang out like one.
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buggswrld · 2 years
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Truest Form
Loki isn’t the only one with a few tricks up his sleeve, especially when his alleged soulmate has some pretty intricate powers.
cw: afab reader, they/them pronouns, promiscuous & flirty but SFW, normal MCU warnings, Loki being Loki and Y/N being Y/N
this takes place in an imaginary track of time where everyone is happy and healthy and alive and whatever i say goes bc this is my au and i’m a fragile human
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You see, the funny thing about life is all of its little twists and turns. Your “what ifs” could’ve lead you down the exact same path you’re on right now, or it most definitely could not. You never know.
Except for Y/N.
They knew.
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“Hey Clint” You shout over the loud 70s music playing throughout the kitchen to the man who just walked in not even a second ago. “I’m making breakfast for the team. Tony wants everyone at the compound for some big meeting,,, which is probably why you’re here so never mind….. do you want waffles or pancakes?”
“How did you- oh wait, right, you have that whole sixth sense thing. So don’t you know the answer to that question?”
Sighing you nod “Waffles… I just hate freaking everyone out. I heard some of the SHIELD agents conspiring that I’m invading peoples minds and I don’t want them to get creeped out and-“
Cutting you off, Wanda and Vision walk into the room as Clint just shakes his head at you and walks towards the table to join the other members of the team.
“Ooooooh I almost forgot today was family brunch day!” Wanda says, unlatching her arm from Visions’s to give you a hug.
“Yes everything seems delightful Y/N. Did you need any help?” Vision asks, making his way over to the two of you.
“Oh just turn off the smoke alarm for me real quick.“
Not even two seconds later alarms start blaring throughout the great room and smoke makes its way out of the oven.
“Yeah, I knew I should’ve cleaned that last week and, wait, Wand, will you get that for me, I-“
Gasping, you jump around and look towards the elevator right as it softly chimes, letting its audience know that someone is making their way up the floors “THORS COMING TODAY!!! I DIDNT EVEN REGISTER THAT HE GOT BACK ONTO MIDGUARD. MUCH LESS IN THE BUILDING! HOW DID THIS HAPPEN- Wait.”
Turning again, you look at Wanda who is smirking and reloading the waffle maker.
“You bitch! Is that why you were so pushy about the spa day yesterday, especially the sensory deprivation tank!?!”
Laughing at you Wanda shrugs and goes back to finishing up your cooking while you wait by the elevator.
Almost a year ago, due to whatever sciencey stuff Banner tried explaining, you realized that you are able to communicate with different versions of yourself throughout the multiverse. Basically making you really sensitive to energy and vibrations, even allowing you to manipulate them with some training. That’s what made you and Wanda become so close. With similar abilities, the two of you just understood each other. So, when the Avengers found you as a prisoner in one of HYDRA's bases, the two of you became besties. Well, you and-
“Thor!!!!” You ran towards the tall Asgardian as soon as the elevator doors opened and launched yourself into his arms. Half expecting this, Thor lifts you up off the ground and spins the two of you around in a bear hug while his pot-bellied laugh fills the room.
“Ah! My little Forcefield! I have missed you too! But I can see that the surprise did not work. Who told?”
Wanda scoffs and hands a tray full of scrambled eggs to Vision who sets it down on the table “I did no such thing. They found out when you go up the elevator. I told you that when you have powers like ours, surprises do not come easy. I didn’t even believe that you’d make it this far.”
Laughing Thor sets you on the ground and calls mjolnir to his side before glancing back in the elevator and remembering his true purpose for being here. “Oh, uh. Hmm, right.”
“Oh goody Dear Brother, I was beginning to believe that you had forgotten about me.” the man says as he emerges from the elevator.
For the first time in who knows how long you are genuinely surprised to see another person stand behind you, causing you to actually jump back.
Confused and concerned, you push Thor out of the way and meet his brother right outside the elevator. Getting strangely close, you stick a hand out and reach towards him “Uh. Excuse me. Mortal. What are you doing? Br... Brother! Come get your pet!”
But before Thor can even listen you push your thumb against the strange man’s forehead and he starts to wince while his body flickers.
Shivering and breathing raggedly Loki blinks at you with his eye brows furrow and eyes wide while you bring your hand down. “Hey big guy, is your brother a hologram? Is that a thing on asguard?”
Thor let’s out an angry puff, steam practically pouring from his ears while he shouts at the top of his lungs. “LOKI!!”
The man in front of you vanishes into smoke and a loud pop sounds a couple of feet to your side.
“Right, well thanks for that snitch. I was almost free and that wasn’t a ho- Oh no. Hey come on. Do we really have to?” clink.
“You swore that you wouldn’t pull any tricks. Now you lied to me so yes. We really have to.” Both brothers look equally annoyed and right as Thor moves to turn on the power dampening collar you place a hand on top of his and shake your head.
“Something’s not right. Take it off. Now.” Looking really confused but doing as you say, Thor hands the collar to you.
Wanda makes her way over as you snap the collar together and press the button on the side and the entire thing bursts into flames. Before you cringe and toss it towards Wanda who guides the collar towards the sink and turns on the water with her powers
“Oooh. Yikes. Friday, remind Bruce to disassemble the collar and figure out what happened.” you say as Thor pats you on the shoulder “Okay then. Let’s eat!”
Everyone in the room just shrugs and nods, moving to the table to make their plate while Loki just stands still, mouth agape and in disbelief.
“So we’re just going to ignore the fact that the thing your leaders were going to force me to wear probably would’ve blown up in the my face and killed me?” Loki shouted at the room full of people who began to gather their plates.
“Yeah, pretty much” Clint says after reaching over the table and stealing a few more pieces of bacon.
“Awe, don’t worry, if someone really wanted to kill you they would be here to do the job and not leave it up to chance. Come on, let’s eat” You make eye contact with Loki as you pat him on the shoulder. When you do, a jolt of electricity runs through your veins and you instinctively flinch your arm back.
You’re about to make a joke saying that Thor is supposed to be the god of lightning when you look up and see scenes of your life literally flashing before your eyes.
There’s what almost feels like memories of you and, seemingly, Loki, Running through the forest, swimming in an enchanted lake, jumping from a cliff into the ocean, holding each other next to a fire. Then there are scenes that definitely did not come from this lifetime. Scenes of you and Loki running over hills as wolves, touring the galaxies as some alien race, colliding together as two planets. It’s almost as if the two of you were always meant to bump into each other.
Then, as if being yanked from a bungee cord, the memories play in reverse and you find yourself back in the present. The only person who seemed to notice being Wanda.
As if no time passed at all Loki says “Ouch! No need to shock me, I’m going.”
When Thor sits down, he beams and looks across the table. “Banner, good friend, could you make a new collar for my brother over there. He really shouldn’t be running away on this mission. Especially since father sent him down with me as punishment for his latest crime.”
As Bruce is about to speak, you interrupt “Oh don’t worry. Loki’s not going anywhere.”
“I’m not?” “He’s not?” the two brothers chime in.
“Of course not. How could he fall in love with me if his mind and spirit are elsewhere?” Some people look at you curiously after that statement, maybe even slightly amused, but others don’t bat an eye as prophetic talk like this isn’t out of the norm for you.
“Uh, Thor, your pet is being weird again.”
“Nonsense. It’s Y/N. That’s just how they are.”
“What’s nonsense? Because our case isn’t nonsense and that’s the reason I called you all together. So maybe we should be talking about that, yeah?” Tony says, strolling into the dining room with boxes of papers in his hands
“Come on Tony, can’t you let us eat before grueling us with work” Sam chimes in when he finally sits down after making his plate.
“Ah yes. The Avengers. So mighty and noble, but not without snack breaks of course. Whatever will- wait. Did Y/N cook today?”
“Yeah Tones, fresh off the stove, eat while it’s hot.” You reply with a smile.
“Okay. Meeting is paused while we take a quick recess and eat Y/N’s ‘big family brunch’. I almost forgot what day it is” Tony says, clapping his hands together and going to make a plate
Chuckling, you glance at the god next to you and nod your head towards the table. “Loki, right? Why don’t you go sit down next to Thor, I’ll make you a plate.” as he starts to bicker you hold a hand up and roll your eyes “I don’t care if you don’t trust midguardians OR their food OR if you say you aren’t hungry right now. Be a good boy and sit and eat with the rest of the team please.” you grin and walk towards the kitchen before he has the chance to speak.
As Loki reluctantly sits next to Thor, Wanda makes her way over to you. “Y/N, you blimped again. What was it about?” she asks you, placing a hand on your back for comfort
“Oh nothing bad this time. I can fill you in, just not right now.”
She nods at your words and stays behind to add toppings to her pancakes.
When you walk back to the table you drop Loki’s plate in front of him and sit right next to him. “Would ya scoot over a little bit for me love?” you softly ask and Loki finds himself following your words before he can even question it.
By the time his brain processes what just happens, you’re leaning over his lap to give thor an extra hair tie and asking Bucky to pass you the syrup and butter, throwing Loki a quick wink when your eyes meet again.
Uncharacteristically flustered, Loki just stares at you with bewilderment. Unable to find any words to create a snarky comment, he eventually gives up and starts to eat his food.
Although he would never say it in front of everyone, all of the food on his plate tastes practically as good as the ones back home. Sure, it wasn’t the elegant dishes served at his infamous parties, but it reminded him of Mother’s home cooked meals on warm summer evenings.
Out of habit, he begins to look around the table for something to put on the unfamiliar round, pastry-looking thing on his plate. Even though you’re in the middle of laughing while reliving a mission with Sam, you instinctively hold the container of butter right in front of Loki’s face, without even a glance in his direction.
“Oh my gods don’t remind me! I felt like Eleven from that one tv show with the way blood dripped down my nose.” you replied with a laugh as Loki hesitantly took the dish from your hands.
You laughed and talked with the team for nearly an hour more until Tony reeled everyone back in.
“Alright, alright. Thank you Y/N, your Sunday brunches are always appreciated. Now, time to address the god-sized elephant in the room. Our Asgardian… pals, have come down to monitor hotspots of some random god/mutant/power mumbo-jumbo. More details will come on a need to know basis, the basics are in these folders Peter is passing out, but right now it seems like we’re in the scouting phase, trying to take preemptive measures. Y/N, I do want you to continue your training with Wanda and Sam, energy and hotspots seem just up your alley and you still have a lot to work on before stepping back into the field. Bruce, I’ll meet you in your lab after this. Thor, Steve, and Nat, you will be our main recon team. Everyone else, continue with your normal training. Just make sure you read your folders and, remember, you are all on call for the next few weeks. Meeting adjourned, go do your shit, avenge some souls, I don’t care just get out of my face and- what Clint?”
“I’m sorry but I don’t get it. Didn’t mysteriouso over there try to take over New York? Why is he back here?”
“Yes, why am I back here dear brother?”
“Ah, of course. Well, when father sent me down to check on Midguard, he ordered Loki to come along as part of his sentence. If something with these hotspots goes wrong, he can help us and will then repay his debt to New York.” Thor says matter-of-factly before standing up and bringing his plates into the kitchen.
“Of course. Makes perfect sense” Clint says, rolling his eyes and starting to clean up too.
While everyone begins cleaning you start making your way out of the room with someone’s eyes following you. Briefly stopping, you turn your head slightly without looking over your shoulders and say “Aren’t you coming”
When you turn left down an empty corridor you hear Loki huff and finally catch up to you. “What games are you playing mortal? Do you know who you are toying with? I am a god. What makes you think you can read my mind and-“
You turn around and gently cup Loki’s cheeks with both of your hands. Completely thrown off by the gesture, he immediately goes silent. “Okay, I can tell you’re flustered.”
In protest, Loki raises his voice and begins “I’m not-“
Cutting him off again, you gently rub one of his cheeks with your thumb and look into his eyes “It’s okay. Why don’t you take a deep breath with me, yeah? In…. Hold… And out…. Thank you”
Loki looks at you with a bewildered rage as he finds himself complying to your words yet again.
Once he calms down you gently remove your hands and continue speaking “Okay, let’s walk and I’ll answer all of your questions, yeah?”
You begin to walk while Loki stays behind, still bewildered at everything that just played out, causing you to have to link arms with him so he’ll keep up. You continue to talk “Okay, come on. I’m not playing any games. I know you don’t trust people easily but I have no reason to lie to you about anything. And I don’t think I’m toying with you, but frankly I don’t know what you mean by that. I’m not trying to use you because you’re a powerful god, if that’s what you mean. I have all the power I need. I just know what I see and what I feel and what I perceive and-“ with a sigh you stop walking and look the god right in his eyes “Loki, sweetheart, would you please stop trying to read my mind? I never read yours and you’re starting to give me a headache.”
“Sorceress! You’re doing it again. Why do you keep touching me and calming me down? Is it some ploy to steal my powers? What’s your angle? Oh. I bet you’re being nice to me so we can be allys, so you can have protection in case the big bad Loki ever tries to rule Earth again. Or maybe you’re being coy, trying to seduce me so you can get close and attack me when you think I’m weakest.”
Throughout his entire rant (?) Loki kept moving towards you, trying to intimidate you into cowering backwards. You don’t budge or react to any of his outbursts until the very end when you let out a slight giggle.
Noticing this, Loki moves even closer to you, bending his head down slightly so he’s at your level with a shit eating grin plastered across his face. “Ah, so I see I’m coming close. What, were you hoping your little stolen glances and flirty behavior would have me fawning over you, allowing you to manipulate and gain control over me? Oh, I bet you think you’re so smart. And- dear Odin! Why do you keep laughing?”
Covering your face, you take a deep breath and try to stifle your laughs. Once you regain your composure you move even closer to the god in front of you and place your hands on your hips.
“Loki, my love” Glancing down to his lips then back up to his eyes, you continue, “while I’m loving all this ‘will they / when will they’ tension between us right now, if I wanted to seduce someone into a quick fuck I would just go see your brother again. And as for my behavior, I was just being kind. Sure, maybe a little flirty, I didn’t realize you were such a prude. But don’t get mad at me because you blush like a schoolgirl every time I look at you. Or because there are butterflies flying in your stomach whenever I brush against you. And please, don’t try to read my mind again, I’m getting all of this from your aura, for lack of a better term.”
Loki just blinks at you for a few seconds before standing up straight and looking out the window behind your head, mumbling “I cant believe you fucked my brother.”
“Jealous much? And please, I find it hard to believe that you’ve never fucked your best friend before. Now come on, I have something I want to show you. Like I already said, I promise I’ll answer all of your questions if you just stick it out a little bit longer.”
Not even waiting for a response, you grab Loki’s hand and continue walking down the corridor, past different halls and doorways until you reach an old fashioned, forest-green, wooden door with special knots on the outside.
With your free hand you open the door and drag Loki inside with you until it shuts behind. Once the two of you step inside, torches along the side walls light up to revel a two story library. There are shelves upon shelves filled with books, each one telling a different story with dates ranging back to pre-colonialism. On the right side of the room, there is an enchanted fireplace paired with emerald green chaise lounges right in front of it.
Against the back wall is an oval shaped cascading pool that leads to a large bay window. The view overlooks an endlessly starry night that definitely resembles no place on earth.
Littered between aisles and bookshelves are dozens of arm chairs and sofas for leisure reading. In the middle of the room is a large, dark oak table, fit for writing, working, or dining.
Finally, against the right wall is a wet bar fully equipped with drinks and snacks that never replenish.
Once he has the chance to take everything in, Loki’s energy changes to that of a kid on Christmas morning. Cautiously, he proceeds to the bookshelf on the right of the fireplace, touching each different spine while he unconsciously pulls you with him, not letting go of your hand. It isn’t until he stumbles upon an old Asgardian novel that Loki speaks.
“What is this place? Where did you get this?” Looking down at The Book of Yggdrasill in his hands you smile and shrug “It was gifted to me from… an old friend. Well, maybe closer to an heirloom? The room, that is. Whoever posses the key is able to draw the door to this room wherever they want and an enchanted library is said to pop up. As it’s been past down throughout the generations people have added new features and new collections. I haven’t seen many Asgardian books, but my guess is that was put here by one of the previous owners. Please, look around. I’ll make us a drink.”
Absentmindedly, Loki just nods along while skimming over book titles and touching the spines of nearly half the books. “Uh, Loki, God of Mischief and everything, I can’t go until you let go of my hand sweetheart.”
“Oh- oh. Right.” he says while shaking himself out of the trance and letting go of your hand.
You make your way over to the bar while Loki continues to just ogle at the place you’ve brought him to. It isn’t until you’ve just finished making drinks that Loki saunters his way back over to you.
“Here, try this” you say while sliding the glass across the bar. Loki gives you a look and you roll your eyes. “It’s not bad and it’s not poisoned. Even if it was, what earth poisons would even affect an Asgardian? Would you like me to take the first sip?”
“Oh I’m sure someone will figure out one soon enough, so just in case.” Nudging the glass back to you you roll your eyes again and swipe your tongue across the flavored rim before taking a swig and swallowing, opening your mouth to show proof.
Hesitantly, Loki takes the drink from the bar and tries a sip while you explain the contents. “A shot of bourbon and chartreuse watered down over ice with roasted peppercorn and rosemary garnish topped with a rim of rosemary infused honey. I highly doubt it’ll even get you even buzzed but the flavor seems like you.”
Loki cocks his head to the side before taking another sip and saying “Not bad.”
“Awe, you love it, how cute. Now bring that with you while we sit on one of the couches. I said I’d answer your questions and I don’t back out on my word.”
When the two of you sit down, facing eachother on different arm chairs, he’s the first one to say anything. “Why bring me here when we just met?”
“Do you want the vague & mysterious answer or the transparent one that might drive you away?”
“Dealer’s choice.”
“Okay, in part i brought you here because I knew, or at least I had a feeling, that you would need a quiet and isolated space away from the team to chill out. Also in part because I love this place and we are going to fall in love so it only seems fitting.”
“Are you being facetious? Why do you keep saying that?”
“No, I’m being genuine. We are, or at least we have the potential to be, soulmates. Mmm, wait, that sounds cringey. Twin flames? True loves? Starseeds? Different cultures have different names for it, so I suppose that doesn’t matter, but you get the picture?”
“What makes you say these things, how do you know?”
“Mmmmmm basically I get visions sometimes, and while they don’t always make sense and they aren’t always from this life, they almost always provide useful.”
“So you’re a prophet?”
“Ha! No, most definitely not. Basically I’m really sensitive to energy so sometimes I get messages from other versions of myself, and other times I know when the smoke alarm is about to go off. That’s how I knew you were trying to read my mind earlier, and how I knew you weren’t really there when you first walked in with Thor.”
“Okay so mind powers?”
“Sure, mind powers”
“Then why me? If you really believe in soulmates or whatever you said, then why don’t you have someone with similar lineage? Someone who is at least from the same planet.”
“Because it’s always been you. Loki, you’re not destined to be alone. You deserve to be loved as much as anyone else... I can show you what I saw if you’d like.”
He has no visible reaction at your words however it almost seems like his eyes glossed over for just a second before he speaks again “How do you mean?”
Standing up you walk over to Loki and kneel on the floor right in between the gods legs. “Don’t get any ideas, I can literally feel the promiscuity oozing off of you.”
“I have yet to say anything darling.”
Rolling your eyes you take Loki’s hands and place them on either side of your head with his thumbs sitting on your forehead. “Read my mind and you’ll see.”
Glancing down at you suspiciously, Loki stares into your eyes while he slowly drifts off into your subconsciousness. Meanwhile, you focus and hone in on the vision you saw earlier when the two of you first met. Eventually, one by one, the scenes begin to fly by.
No matter what time, what world, what universe the visions were in, it was always you and Loki in your truest form.
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A/N: okay so this is quite possibly my favorite series I've ever started, I was thinking about making it a slow burn but I'm too impatient for that, and I'm already halfway through part 2, but I'm also mentally ill so I have no idea when it'll actually get published. lmk if you want me to create a taglist & add you!
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ginger-lala · 4 months
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Fan Fic Masterlist!
I realised I've never really promoted any of my works here, so here they are!
All my fics are SebastianxOC.
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Long Fics (18+):
Current WIP: Tempest // Sebastian Sallow - Wattpad || AO3
Risk // Sebastian Sallow - Wattpad || AO3
Entombed // Sebastian Sallow - Wattpad || AO3
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strxnger-el11 · 2 years
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tummy troubles - e.m agere
cg!Steve Harrington x little!Eddie Munson x platonic!cg!Robin Buckley
cw: mention of being sick, hurt/comfort, maybe slight swearing, Eddie having a bottle
summary: age regressed Eddie with a fever. that’s all.
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“oh- Ed’s?” Steve asked, peeking his head around the door frame to see his boy laying in bed. Sweat pooling around the poor boy, he knew he had to wake him up.
He quietly made his way further into the bedroom, sitting on the floor right beside the bed to wake up his boyfriend as gently as possible. “Eddie, baby..” he hummed, “come on, sweetheart, you have to get up. You’re all sweat-soaked, baby boy.” Eddie groaned, rolled over towards Steve, and opened his eyes. It wasn’t even a solid minute before he started crying.
Hand on his stomach, his pained expression just begging for comfort, he reached a hand out to Steve, wanting that comfort from his daddy more than anything. “Dada, hurt.”
“I know, baby, I know you’re not feeling good right now.” Eddie sobbed, trying his best to sit up and crawl over to Steve, but failing. Steve picked him up and rocked him a little, just enough to calmed the little guy down before carrying him out of the room. “Hey, Robin!?” He called before heading downstairs, he’d called her over yesterday morning when he found out Eddie was sick, just for some backup. Eddie loved his auntie Rob, she’d do anything in the world for that kid. “Yeah?” She yelled back, she dropped what she was watching in the living room and walked to the bottom of the stairs.
“Steve, did you-“ she paused, “oh Eddie.. honey.” She coo’d at him.
“Auntie,” he sniffled, reaching away from Steve and towards Robin, who didn’t hesitate to take him from the older man. “Feel gross..” he mumbled into her shirt - which he had tucked himself into.
“Hey Rob,” Steve interrupted, “keep an eye on him for me.. he might regress even younger if he feels any worse.” Robin pouted at the boy. She nodded, carrying Eddie back over to the couch.
“You wanna watch a movie, bubba?” Robin asked the boy, all she got in return was a small, shy nod.
“We watchin’ unicorn?” He questioned her, “anything you want, rockstar.”
She smiled and put on ‘The Last Unicorn”, also moving Eddie on her lap so he’d be a bit more comfortable and able to watch the movie.
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Not even twenty minutes had passed before the little boy started yawning, and whining. Steve had spent the morning cleaning up and getting some housework done, hoping that Eddie would be content with Robin - wishful thinking.
“Dada,” Eddie whined from the living room, clearly smaller than usual. He almost never called Steve “dada” unless he was really little or almost completely nonverbal.
Steve made quick work of finishing the dishes in the sink - only a few plates and some silverware, and walked out to see his baby curled up against his auntie Robin, tears staining his cheeks. “Oh, honey..” he soothed. The little boy glanced up to see his favorite person in the world holding his arms out to pick him up, which he happily accepted.
“You want to talk about it, bug?” Eddie shook his head, his sobs had slowed down, and were reduced to loud sniffles as he laid his head into the crook of Steve’s neck. “Alright, how about we get you some juice and then a nap?” Eddie didn’t answer, so Steve and Robin took it as an ‘okay’.
Right as Steve made an effort to stand up he was gently pulled back onto the cushion, “I’ll make him a bottle and put his medicine in it.” She smiled. “You have enough to handle already,” Steve smiled back and continued to rub small circles down his boy’s back.
“I love you, Eds,” Steve whispered, loud enough for a crying Eddie to hear.
“Love you too..” he choked out in between sobs. “Hurt.”
“I know, baby boy, I know. We’ll get you feeling all better, hm?” He soothed, Eddie just nodded in response, still laying on his boyfriends chest.
“I’m back!” Robin chirped, coming back into the living room, and handing Steve the bottle.
“Alright, sweet boy,” Robin chimed in, “you gotta sit up.” Without hesitation, he reached over for her to hold him, and let himself be sat on her lap, his head cradled by her arm as she fed him his bottle. Together, she and Steve had started putting a little of his cough syrup in his juice so he would actually take it - plus it always made him sleepy, so it was just easier.
That’s how the rest of the day went, Eddie being coddled by his daddy and his auntie, bottles and naps, sometimes they’d play one of his favorite shows or movies, and just trying to make Eddie feel better.
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ladamedusoif · 8 months
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Hi! I've just read 20/20 and it's so good👓
May I just say that I admire the way you write not only in general, but also that you write Pedro characters fanfiction without massive age gap? I like those too, but god, there are tons of it and it became sooo hard to find Joel (bc 80% of age gap fics is about Joel) being happy with a woman of his age.
I happen to think more and more lately that older women seem more real, thus more interesting to read - young girls are all pretty with their sexy young bodies, etc., and the older you get, the more insecurities you have, and you believe somebody like Joel or Ben has plenty of options when in fact they probably want somebody to feel comfortable with, somebody who they can laugh with *looks at Lydia*
I guess, sometimes young reader is too perfect. How could real person like me ever compete with that? Imperfect characters are comforting and real (they suffer to make us feel better, they're our heros) and they evoke real feelings, you care about them. That's why I love to read non-age gap work when I see one.
Anyway, sorry for rambling, thank you!!🤍
*throws hearts at you and running away*
First, thank you so much for the lovely words about my writing! Here are some hearts in return: 💜💜💜
Honestly, this kind of ask means the world. I’m so grateful and so honoured.
A warning: this will be a long answer. Sorry!
I genuinely felt emotional when I read your words about my decision to write in a way that is either no/minimal age gap or where the reader’s age isn’t specified (because this is possible, and is arguably far more inclusive for reader insert). I particularly like that you’ve chosen to focus on why older OFCs/reader characters are more interesting, rather than on the extreme age gap trope.
I can’t deny that the age gap trope is the dominant one in this fandom’s fic at the moment - most obviously for Joel, but also for other characters. And I sometimes wonder if Visiting would have more notes and engagement if Lydia was a student, not Ben’s contemporary and perfect equal - intellectually, emotionally, in every way.
But as you say: Lydia has a life, has lived, and is imperfect physically and emotionally, like us all. She’s interesting for all those reasons, and more. That’s why Ben is drawn to her, and she to him. (I sometimes wonder how people would feel if the age gap trope was reversed, with a much older OFC paired with a younger P boy…)
This is also why characters like @fuckyeahdindjarin’s Cee and Sugar, in Seams and Palomino respectively, or @lunapascal’s Andie in Curls, or @julesonrecord’s Eva in Shots, or @iamskyereads Beatrice in Compulsion, or the many other no age gap/no age specified characters and reader inserts in the fanfic are so gorgeously engaging. You get it - they’re real.
They’re not all thin, pert, visions of youth as beauty and beauty as youth. Ageing is a privilege, and it hurts me, really and truly, to see the implication that only youth is attractive in so much of the fanfic in a fandom dedicated to a man who has aged so beautifully.
I know people who have been subjected to anonymous abuse over this issue, which insists they’re just angry old women because “hot celebs won’t fuck you”.
I’m passionate about this for all sorts of reasons. I am more than a little unsettled by the vision of Joel, in particular, as exclusively attracted to much, much younger girls. I sometimes feel that some of the explanations for why age gap is good or better are somewhat problematic (that’s just my opinion, before anyone yells at me, but it’s rooted in experience and the fact that I work with many college-aged people and know the consequences of the age gap fantasy when it hits reality). And there are broader implications for the message being sent to younger readers about ageing, attraction, and female sexuality, which my feminist brain is furious about.
Finally, I am struck by the fact that we often see posts about how the fic world is a broad tent, and that there’s room for everything. Yet when people ask for more fic that doesn’t repeat the age gap trope, or some of us write fics that explicitly avoid that, there’s a reaction against that.
Sigh. You see why you didn’t need to apologise for rambling, for I am a rambling Rose, and endlessly grateful for your kind words and wonderful support. Here’s to a more diverse menu of fic on the dash - the tide does seem to be turning. You may have seen the post that’s been doing the rounds where @tessa-quayle has very helpfully compiled a list of fic that doesn’t involve an age gap or DBF/daddy thing - it’s really good on the need for more diverse reading.
PS: a more general query for the dash: is this such a massive trope in other 40-something male actor fandoms??
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bobfloydsbabe · 2 months
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gentle reminder that i block people who spam like my fics
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