#care and feeding of fanfic writers

[flootzavut]

This is your irregular reminder that if you are frustrated with a fic not being finished with, it's not just probable but likely that your pet fanwriter is more frustrated with it than you could ever be. Be nice to your pet fanwriter, it's tough out there when the muse isn't talking to you & life isn't going well. Please don't assume we just don't care or have abandoned stories without saying so, & bear in mind that approaching comments with that attitude is also absolutely the worst way to achieve your desired result. Absolutely nothing is as dispiriting to me personally as getting a comment that's just complaining that something hasn't been updated, or badgering me about something that hasn't been explained yet.

That's not to say that you can't ask for updates! I love when people are excited to read more. Just don't demand, don't act entitled, don't assume your pet fanwriter just couldn't be arsed.

Ways to ask that don't make me want to throw something:

"I loved this story, I'm subscribing!"

"I can't wait to see what happens next, I really enjoyed XYZ thing that happened in this chapter."

"I'd love to see more in this 'verse, but I really enjoyed this."

"[if you're a writer, any kind of empathetic understanding that writer's block sucks]."

"[Almost any kind of real review] Looking forward to more/Can't wait for the next chapter!"

Basically, let your pet fanwriter know what you enjoyed, let them know that you're excited for more, but don't act like you paid them for a complete story and only got half. We write fanfic for free, for love of the show/book/media and for love of the fandom. We get paid in kudos and comments only. We have lives, some of them more conducive to turning out fic regularly than others. We too have been affected by the pandemic and other shit that's happening in the world.

And I cannot overstate this, so I'm saying it again: complaining, demanding, etc, do not get you the result you want. Well okay, there may be a few people out there for whom someone stomping into their inbox and going "WHERE'S THE NEXT CHAPTER?" will work, but they're the exception, not the rule. I have talked with at the very least dozens and dozens, if not hundreds, of fanwriters over multiple fandoms, and I've yet to meet one who gets a comment like that and is inspired to go to their word processor. At best, it makes them go "ahhh shit I guess it's been a while since I updated that"; at worst (and in my experience most common), it puts them off writing that particular story or possibly anything, because the only feedback they're getting is "not good enough, not fast enough, you owe me more" and that sucks.

(If you know the person very, very well and know they will take it as a joke or that they are one of the few who gets inspired by this, that's the exception, but don't do it on stories written by people who are strangers to you.)

Frankly, you're much, much more likely to prod your pet fanwriter into creating more by typing "♥️" and hitting the kudos button than by trying to guilt them into it. Guilt doesn't work. Encouragement does. If your desired end result is "they finish the story" then "why haven't you finished the story/where is the next chapter/update soon" is absolutely not going to achieve that. It's helping absolutely no one.

Train yourself to leave a heart or a "loved this, can't wait for more" or even just a kudos instead of a demand, and you at the very least have not made your fanwriter feel useless that day, and might have inspired them go back to the coalface.

At the end of the day, it boils down to treating your pet fanwriter as a human whose life probably doesn't revolve solely around updating the one fic you're obsessed with. Have a heart, that's all 🙂

[vera-dauriac]

Someone just left a comment on one of my favorite but least read fics from 8 years ago, and honestly, week made.

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

breaking my silence we as a fandom (collective) need to have a quick meeting. now look, we love praising fan artists and giving them lots of love which, hey they deserve it cuz they’re amazing and incredible and talented and should be revered but!! i think we need to give an equated amount of love to fanfic writers. these mfs are a) putting their time and effort into A NON PROFIT PIECE OF MEDIA entirely for their and our benefit just because they want to b) going through life threatening situations to get their chapters out c) using their talents to feed our delusions and desires d) making OUR LITTLE DUMB HEADCANONS COME TO LIFE!! THEY MAKE IT HAPPEN!! THEY MAKE IT REAL!! i will literally forever be indebted to fanfic writers bc no matter if their work gets 10000 hits 10 hits or stays in their notes app they STILL!! WROTE IT!! still took the time to carefully craft and mend their masterpiece!! made someone’s day even if it was their own!!! the fact that some of them come up with LITERALLY HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF WORDS OF FIC feels kinda undermined to me??? like mf they DID THAT AND NO ONE ASKED THEM TO? (mean that positively) LIKE THEY JUST DID? not to mention the research and genuine care that goes into some fics I’ve seen. and the fact that some try to make their fics accessible by writing it so anyone who isn’t even in the fandom understands the story?? anyway. fanfic writers all around not just mutuals (tho i love u guys) truly, you’re amazing. kindergarten teacher voice everyone say thank you fanfic writers. <3333333333

[nyannyannyanx3]

"what if a child sees it?"

I don't know, and plainly, I don't care. It's not my job to help them form their morals and it's not my job to be family friendly. it's the parents' job to not allow their child to see dark fiction if they're going to believe that incest is okay after reading fanfics.

"what if a groomer sees it and feels validated by it?"

I don't care. that is out of my control, once again. AUs and movies will also sometimes not directly tell you that murder is bad, does that validate any other murderers? no? that's what I thought. A groomer can feel validated by anything if they try hard enough. I don't need to force feed you the idea that "hey, pedophilia is bad! ew, yucky."

imagine, you were exposed to porn at a young age, would you blame the pornstar for allowing you to see that despite them being on their own website for their specific shit? no, you'd blame whoever allowed you to see that, either by neglecting you or forcing you to watch it. so why is it the writer's fault if a child reads a darkship fanfic?

[mt-oe]

You're definitely my top fav Mizu writer I love all your fanfics 😭😭😭‼️‼️‼️

Could you do one of Mizu and reader already being a married couple, but Mizu still is deeply in love with reader despite the years, could be smut or not I just want Mizu to be super affectionate wodkendkend

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Hey dear!

Thank you so much for requesting and saying something so sweet <3 I really try my best to do well in writing and compliments like these make me so weak ///

I haven't done a fanfic about Mizu in their current time period for a long time so I'll try to do it now.

Hope you enjoy! Mwa mwa :*

warning/s: not proofread, wound cleaning, injuries, both feminine and masculine pronouns for mizu, implied afab reader

Your eyebrow twitched in irritation, hands hidden inside your kimono as you balled them into fists. 'No, no. Let's stay polite. Let's stay polite,' you thought to yourself, keeping a small faux smile. "Are you sure we can't get this for less?" you asked the straight-faced vendor who looked just as irritated at your constant haggling.

The middle-aged man in front of you grunted in annoyance, in his hand was a bundle of herbs you needed to make an antiseptic paste for Mizu. "No, 5 ryo and that's final," he replied, raising an eyebrow.

Holy shit. 5 ryo for a bundle of herbs that was already wilting? What a scam. You could buy a travel pass for that already!

"Please sir. My husband really needs it now. How about 2?" you asked, giving him the best doe eyes you could without letting your irritation show. "And what do I care about your husband? The best I can do is 4," he replied in a snarky manner.

"2?"

"5."

"2 and some mushrooms?"

"I said 4 is the best I can do."

"Oh c'mon please! 3?"

"No."

"3 and some mushrooms?"

"I don't care about your stupid mushrooms!" the man snapped, lifting himself off of his seat to loom over you. "4 ryo. That's it. If you can't pay, then get the hell out!" His hand raised the bundle of herbs, seemingly about to smack you with it until a firm bandaged hand gripped his wrists almost painfully.

Looking up to curse at the offender, the vendor suddenly reeled back upon seeing your husband's orange-tinted glasses. "And who the hell are you?" the vendor asked, trying to sound intimidating.

Mizu's blue eyes narrowed at him behind her glasses, scanning his figure before letting the vendor's wrist go. She opened her mouth to respond but was immediately cut off by the feeling of your body pressing against her arm. "Mizu? Aren't you injured?" you asked in pretend innocence, glancing back at the vendor whose eyebrows furrowed in both confusion and nervousness.

Your husband grunted slightly and nodded. "You were taking a long time," she replied before looking at the vendor. A bit of slyness mixed with the polite smile you've been keeping up for the past hour. "I was about to go back but.." You looked at the vendor who was now glaring at both of you, eyes squinting as your smile widened mischievously. "This man was about to hit me all because I asked if he could sell those herbs for 3 ryo."

Upon hearing your words, her eyebrows immediately knitted together. Her hands gently pushed you behind her, approaching the vendor with a terrifyingly thick aura of anger. She glanced at the bundle of herbs in the vendors hand, tongue clicking. "These herbs look like they might as well be feed for the pigs and you threaten my wife over them?" she scowled, glare hardening. Her hand reached towards her sword, using her thumb to push the katana slightly out of its scabbard.

The vendor glared at the ronin in front of him, thinking carefully before conceding. "Fine I'll hand it over for 3. Just leave before you scare the other customers away," he grumbled, tossing the bundle over to you haphazardly. Mizu was about to have another talk with him but you decided to pull her away, grinning at the vendor.

"Thank you sir. My husband and I will surely come back," you said with a mischievous hint in your voice. "Isn't that right, love?" Your head turned towards your husband who was still looking over at the vendor menacingly. "Sure."

With that, the two of you left. A soft yet cheerful hum emanated from your throat as the two of you walked out of the busy marketplace and back to the old run down inn the two of you checked in.

Sure, it was old. The floorboards would creek with every step and the decorative textiles looked dull and worn down. The futons they provided were very flattened out from years of use and washing. But the two of you were fine with it, a cheap inn was better than having an injured person out in the wild.

Upon arriving, you immediately set down the herbs on a nearby stove, getting a flint to light it up. A satisfied hum left your lips as the sparks from the stones finally ignited a fire, fanning it out to increase the flames. The cute little sound made your wife chuckle softly as she untied her scarf and obi.

It was during times like these where Mizu was truly able to be at peace, savor her time with you. The two of you met years ago, when she had finally returned to Japan, now on a new path to try and reconnect with herself. The self she hated so much. You were the apprentice of an apothecary owner, skilled in foraging and identifying herbs. Although you could not call yourself a physician, the title only belonging to men of that time, you were greatly skilled in treating wounds and injuries.

She entered your master's apothecary in search for a treatment after accidentally making contact with a poisonous plant while she was training. The rash traveled up her arm, blisters forming, making it unbearably itchy and painful for days until she could no longer bear it. However, upon entering the shop, you were the only person there, sweeping the floors as you hummed a cheerful tune. You looked up at her, hands pausing as your eyes observed her.

A soft smile graced your lips and the moment she heard your sweet laughter—shit, she knew she was smitten. It was like time stopped for her. Despite the place being lined up with various medicines and trinkets, all she could see was you. The slight flush of your cheeks from the cold, the way your eyelashes fluttered, the slight dilation of your pupils as you stared at her (more like her rash but ok), and the curve of your pretty lips. Maybe the god of affection decided that she was capable of admiring someone again.

"Poison ivy," you chimed, pulling her out of her trance. Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion then suddenly raising one up as you approached her. You lifted her arm up gently, inspecting the rashes and blisters before setting it down. "You must've been from the mountains."

She watched as you looked over the shelves, hands on your hips. A small 'aha!' left your lips as you picked a jar from the shelf. "Here." You placed the jar on the table and gesturing her to come over. "My master is away, and I don't know how much these cost, so I'll give you a discount. Okay?"

You were so beautiful she probably ended up paying more than how much the medicine actually costed.

A soft smile tugged at her lips as she watched you grind the herbs and some sort of boiled concoction into a paste using your mortar and pestle. She loves the way your eyebrows scrunched together in focus, the way you licked your lips subconsciously, and the little huffs of breath you let every time you brought your pestle down onto the herbs in the mortar.

"Here," you mumbled, setting the mortar down next to her. Carefully, you helped Mizu out of her haori, eyes inspecting the expanse of the injury.

It was nothing serious. Just some abrasions she obtained from an accident while training in the morning. Her foot slipped, sending her sliding down the hill. However, the moment you saw her blood trail, the scream you let out was so loud it woke the birds up. Probably woke the whole world up while at it.

Another chuckle slipped out of Mizu's throat at the memory. It was another thing she loves about you. You're always so concerned about her, even more than she was to her own body. 'Mizu! Holy shit! Your skin is peeling!' she remembered you shout at her, looking like you were about to cry.

God, you're so cute.

"What's so funny, love?" you asked, tilting your head at her. Warm water ran down her wounds as you cleaned them. Mizu shook her head, eyes fluttering shut, lips curling up. "Nothing," she replied.

Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around you, making you whine. "W-Wait! Your scabs will reopen if you keep moving, dummy!" you whined, trying your best to continue washing her wounds. She hummed in content, resting her forehead against your womb. "Just remembering my wife."

You rolled your eyes at her, washing your hands on the basin before drying it. "I'm your wife," you huffed at her. She once again hummed, agreeing with you. "My wife," she mumbled against the cloth of your kimono, pressing your womb closer to her.

A small huff came from you as you picked up the mortar from the side, scooping out the paste with your fingers. "Yeah, me." Mizu nodded, the feeling of her head moving made you giggle. Gently, you applied the medicine onto her wounds, even to those that scabbed over, giving her a blissful feeling. The cold paste on her stinging wounds felt calming. A slight menthol after-effect adding to the relief. You could feel her pressing herself closer to you, her cheek now resting over your womb.

"My wife," she repeated absentmindedly

"What is it love?"

"My wife."

"You're being silly."

Her blue eyes looked up at you with a content eye smile, admiring how hard you were working on her wounds. "And you're beautiful," she sighed out. A chuckle made it past your lips, your head shaking in amusement. "Oh please, time already passed me by. I don't look as young as I used to," you replied with a fond smile.

You could see her eyebrows knitting together in disagreement through your kimono. "As if," she huffed, almost in a growl. "You're still as beautiful as the day I met you. Maybe even more." Her hands gripped your forearms firmly but with a sense of caring. She gently pulled you down, medicinal paste smudging across her shoulder as you tried to balance yourself. Before you could protest, rough, calloused, yet gentle hands cupped your face, tracing every line and every spot.

The words in your mouth died at how fondly she was staring at you. Her eyes were filled with love and affection, heavily contrasting the intimidating stare she usually had. Your big bad husband was just a pile of goo, melting and gushing at your beauty.

"I'm starting to have wrinkles over my face, aren't I?" you joked, holding a bit of truth. Mizu hummed in agreement, a soft smile still on her face as she traced over the said wrinkles. "Especially here," she replied, tracing your smile lines.

A playful huff escaped your lips, fingers smudging a bit of medicine onto her forehead. "That's your fault. I can't help it if you keep making me smile, love."

She buried her face against your shoulder, allowing herself to take in your scent. A mix of something earthy, medicinal, and a bit of rain. "It's your fault," she mumbled against your neck in a low yet content voice. "You're too pretty when you smile."

"Oh hush, dear husband," you teased, a laugh leaving your lips upon hearing her grunt at the word 'husband'. "Flattery won't get you anywhere."

"Flattery makes my wife smile," she replied with a cheeky grin. "That's more than enough." You stuck your tongue out at her, making her laugh at the playful gesture.

Silence took over the room as you continued to apply the medicine over her wounds, fanning it with your hand to allow it to dry faster. "Love?" you heard her call out. With a small hum, you craned your neck to look at her. "I'm sorry we couldn't get a better inn," she sighed.

You laughed at her words before setting the mortar down, wiping your hands over a washcloth. "It's fine. We don't need to go anywhere special," you replied, trying to get the medicine out from under your nails.

"Besides," you started, cupping her face, squishing her cheeks up a bit. "Anywhere is fine as long as we're together."

Her smile only continued to grow brighter at your words. "Maybe someday, we'll have a place of our own. With place to build a forge..and lots of shelves for my things," you added, the warm feeling in your husband's chest growing and growing with every word.

Gently, she cupped your cheeks back and placed small kisses on your face, pressing her lips on every feature she loves—which was everything. "And if we can't find one, we'll build it," she concluded.

A soft giggle of content could be heard from you as you wrapped your arms around her, making sure you weren't touching her wounds, and sinking into her warmth. "I wish we could get married," you sighed out against her chest. "Like with witnesses and all that."

Mizu could feel her heart pounding at your words, her love and affection overflowing. "I'd love a life like that. Maybe in our next."

"And what if we still can't get married in our next life?" you asked, closing your eyes as you relaxed against her skin. "Then, I'd find you and love you the same," she chuckled, eyes warming up at the sight of your body against her's. "Even if we can't get married in that one?"

"Mhm..I'll find you in every life," she started, tracing her fingers up your back. "Every purgatory." Her hands gently and tenderly caressing your face.

"And love you the same."

[witheredoffherwitch]

Y'ALL CAN EXCUSE RACISM?

Let's get one thing straight: I have no part in this chaotic mess (infact, I have blocked all the accounts mentioned below), but it's grinding my gears how it's devolving into another petty fanfic drama: case 607. I know this drama is getting the attention for certain individuals who are demonstrating mean girl behaviour and gossiping about other writers behind their backs. However, I am solely focused on addressing the racist and discriminatory remarks made by these individuals in the leaked text messages.

For those not in the loop, there's been a huge drama in the fanfic community involving leaked text messages from a group chat of four prominent members. In these messages, two users - Fae and Bel - have admitted to sending hate anons and talking smack about other writers behind their backs. Two other members left the group after it was revealed that B tried to make amends with someone who these two, Em and Ange, don't particularly care for. As a move to clear their names, Em exposed all the texts, trying to prove that Fae and Bel are the real villains here.

But wait, there's more! In these same chats, Bel not only mocked fellow non-English speakers but also bragged about sending rat emojis to an 18-year-old Pakistani writer who was already receiving racist anons. While everyone is focused on getting back at these two women for being shady af, it's mind-boggling how Em and Ange are suddenly jumping on the anti-racism train.

These two ladies stayed in the same chat as a fellow Pakistani writer was driven away because of racism, knowing full well that one of their own was contributing to it, and said NOTHING! Zero discouragement, no condemnation - they only hopped off when things got personal.

So here it is… I've had it with all of you hypocrites. You praise and encourage these women at every turn, feeding their egos like they're the second coming of Beyonce. But let's not forget who's always stirring up drama in this fandom - hint: it's these same people with a sense of entitlement the size of a planet. The issue is groupthink and y'all have all jumped on the bandwagon. You're worse than HBO's marketing department because just like their shitty teams, everyone involved here SUCKS ASS. You don't have to pick a side because they are all petty, mean losers. Bel and Fae are facing the consequences of their actions, which they rightfully deserve.

However, Em's exposé on Bel's racism seems more like an opportunistic move and it's disappointing that so many of you are supporting it. It's a predictable cycle now; there will be a half-hearted apology, an announcement of a hiatus, and then tons of people will flock to their inboxes to shower them with praise and excuses. It's ridiculous! I know there are many who feel the same way as me but are afraid to speak up because they don't want to upset the "village elders" and risk losing their connections and engagements. It's a joke atp!

Instead of taking responsibility for their own wrongdoings, they will come up with a list of 10 different cyber crimes by others to divert attention from their own nonsense. These very same women have confessed to creating multiple fake accounts, secretly stalking servers without mods noticing, and constantly harassing individuals through anon messages.

Yet, we are supposed to consider them as examples of moral integrity and ethical behavior? 😒

[sillylotrpolls]

(Notes below poll.)

There is shockingly little information on the Enchanted Stream, which Thorin's company crosses in Mirkwood before being set upon by spiders. We know that it "flowed fast and strong but not very wide right across the way, and it was black, or looked it in the gloom," and that it causes Bombur to sleep for six days, dreaming "beautiful dreams," and that when he wakes up he has temporary amnesia that causes him to forget the last three months (approximately). It originates in the Mountains of Mirkwood and joins up with the Forest River. And... that's it.

I've gotten used to every random bit of geography having a complete backstory with at least one tragedy in it, but no; the Enchanted Stream exists solely in Chapter 8 of The Hobbit. No references in the Silmarillion, nothing in Tolkien's extensive correspondence; heck, it's only in the extended edition of the second Jackson Hobbit movie! The one and only place that seems to care about it whatsoever is Ao3, where plot-convenient amnesia can be a lot of fun for fanfic writers.

[johnathan-pastry]

Dear fanfic writers :

Tim having to be a dad AND mom to curls and angela cause their parents wouldnt.

And Darry having to take up care of his kid brothers in his early adulthood.

Tim doesnt wanna sound insensitive to it but he's been takin care of his siblings since he was a kid himself. Around 5 years old. He changed their diapers when their mom was to drunk too, he tried his best to feed them even when he was too young to know how, and when things got too bad he took em too bucks.

Growing up he skipped meals and stole for them so they could eat, he'd take the left over books and supplys at the end of the year so they'd have school supplies, he taught angie how to fend for herself and always made sure she had a weapon on her, he was the one who did their hair and picked their outfits.

So when when the curtis parents passed away and he saw darry takin care of his brothers at first he had this bittersweet feeling. Like kinda awe someone like me but then 19 year old tim shepard watched a 20 year old darry get more support than he ever got.

Miss Matthews dropped off food when she could, their neighbors helped dar fix up his truck, the curtis parents friends helped pay for the funeral, his boss gave him as many hours as he could.

And on that went. tim felt like that 5 year old caring for two newborns alone all over again while a whole community came to help this grown ass man take care of two self sufficient teens.

And the worst part was, his parents werent gone, he's gonna go home a mother who couldnt give less of a shit if he stopped feeding curls and angie or driving them to school and a dad whos probably drunk in some ditch somewhere.

He thinks they'd be better if off if their parents left like the curtis's.

(now make it tarry agnst /opt)

[yonpote]

its still an hour left for the us east coast until Thing Day. not to get mushy but like, im happy they got to meet on this day cuz it spawned ALL OF THIS. that one meeting, that one youtube comment, that one twitter reply, led to this massive, insane, and at the core, extremely loving and caring community! its so wild how dan becoming fixated on this one youtuber and phil finding himself charmed by this guy in return, it led to all of this. the art and stories and edits and projects and fundraising events and deeper connections beyond the youtubers we like, its why i prefer calling us a Community over a Fandom. like we are a fandom but moreso we kind of have our own weird little ecosystem thats infinitely interesting in its own right and yet centering these two... "Just Some Guys"-ass guys! like they are regular ass people but thats kinda why we love them so much right? especially now, they are so themselves and even when they were closeted they always championed and identified with people who were a little different, who were outcasts, like no wonder we find so much comfort in them!

and its just this incredible thing where they are in turn comfortable with us and they've become one of us or maybe they've always been one of us, literally phil having been a yaoi fanfic writer in his youth LOL but seriously!! i cannot think of a single creator who is at dan and phil's level of popularity and yet always stayed down-to-earth and felt like a PART of us, and more specifically, enjoys being inundated with our culture as fans! we joke that they stalk us but honestly it's cuz they are interested in the shit we post and talk about and they think we are interesting and funny people enough that some of yalls tweets show up directly on their feed. i dont know ANYONE who has this sort of willing interaction with even the admittedly weirder side of fans and fandom culture who isn't doing it in some tongue-in-cheek "we actually think youre all cringe" way. they GET us in a way you dont often see with creators as big as dnp.

anyway love is love i hope their kiss is broadcasted live in an mcr fan's instagram livestream <3

[drowninginblox]

Never read Fanfiction in the Kitchen at 3am. Or do.

Kurt Wagner (nightcrawler) x reader fanfic Reader and Kurt or similar ages, GN reader (don't mind how gendered the German language can be!), Mutant reader, very self-indulgent, and fic awareness BTW You can put in any iteration of Kurt you want. I just have a '97 and Fox bias (Yes my taste is shit, why are you surprised??) Btw this is written in the second person POV. I am not sorry.

It was late. You should have gone to bed.. what? Three hours ago? But you were being f e d. Your fave just uploaded after a year-long hiatus for a ship that you knew would never happen- Nightcrawler X Reader.

You were sitting in the kitchen, kicking your feeding and giggling into the hoodie you were using as pajamas. Oh, the professor must be so disappointed in you. But who cares! If he wants to know that you think his lingering gase whenever he talked about Magneto was grounds for a classic case of internalized homophobia then that's on him. He wouldn't be looking into the hellscape known as your mind if he didn't want to know the absurdity of the X-Men fandom.

You only lurked from the sidelines, giggling at the headcanons and imagine scenarios that people made up for the majority of the X-men. The funniest were always Logans even though most of them are so well written. But now was not the time for that- you were indulging in your crush on Kurt. This author is characterizing him pretty well all things considered. I mean yeah, they emphasize the tail a bit, and don't really lean into his German but- you'll take what you can get. Most of these people are humans that don't really divulge into mutant territory. But you think this writer is one. It's either that or they've done their research. They really understand the struggle and don't shy away from the animosity that comes with living with physical mutations.

You take another sip of tea as you read, savoring the dialogue of the reader insert. This Y/n is hilarious but sensitive. "Whatcha reading?" You immediately close the laptop as you jump- almost spilling your tea as you see Kurt, eating a banana. You shakily put down your mug "Holy fuck Kurt-" You mumble, taking a breath. "You scared me! What the hell?!" He only laughs at your suffering, making you huff. "What are you doing up?" she asks lowly. Kurt's laughter dies down after a minute or so. "Oh, I was just hungry. And then I saw you! You seemed very invested in whatever you were reading. Was it saucy?" He mused, taking another bite of the banana. You sigh. "I don't need to tell you what I was reading, I just was." You defend as your mutation activates on its own. You, dear reader, can change color! Any color! But you don't control it all the time. Sometimes it reflects your emotions- like right now.

"That's a wonderful shade of pink you have mein bunter freund. Jetzt bin ich wirklich interessiert... What had you so invested?" Next thing you know, he's gone in a dark cloud. Then he's holding your laptop. Now he's sitting on top of the fridge. "Kurtis!" You nearly yell. "Give that back!" Your skin only grows into a hot pink. He only laughs from his position, opening up your laptop. "Come now it can't be that bad!" He looks down at your computer, reading the fanfic. All you can do is watch as his face gets closer to the screen. Your skin erupts in various shades of dark blues, purples, and greys while tears build in your eyes. Embarrassment and shame make lumps form in your throat. "I-I hope you're happy Kurt." You mumble as you walk away, not caring anymore about what he may or may not think of you because now he knows two of your biggest secrets. The first being you read fanfiction, and the second that you have a crush on him. Just great.

"H-Hey! Wait! Mein regenbogen!" You hear him call but you keep walking back to your room. This night can't get any worse if you just hide from it. Maybe tomorrow you can convince him to forget that this ever happened. Or maybe convince yourself that this is all a bad dream. He keeps calling your name until eventually he appears a yard away from your door, laptop in hand. "Listen I-" You take your laptop out of his hands. "First of all, I don't care that I like you-grabbing someone else's shit regardless of who they are is not cool Kurt. Second- I was not reading what you may or may not have seen and any mention of it that reaches me is going to equal to one hour of ass-kicking. Do you understand?" Kurt looks on at you, startled by the sudden hostility. "Kurt." Kurt blinks a few times before nodding. "Good. Nothing happened, I'm going to bed, goodnight." You manage to say before tears start to run as you rush to your room.

Before you can get inside, he grabs your wrist "Before you go- please- hear me out" You look at him. "Nothing happened Kurt-" "I like you too!" Your eyes immediately widen. Any words you had in store for him vanished, only replaced by awestruck stuttering. "Wh-what-" "I have loved you for years! I never knew you were interested let alone pining-! If I had known I'd have confessed to you earlier and I know that I shouldn't have taken your stuff, that was awful on my part. Es tut mir so leid, meine Liebe, bitte verzeih mir. Ich werde es auf jede Weise wieder gutmachen.-" You blink a few times before taking a hand, making him stop immediately. "Meine liebe... my love? You- actually?" Kurt nods. "Almost as soon as I saw you." He squeezes your hand. "I- I didn't think you'd be attracted to-" Your eyes widen even more. "Kurt! Don't you dare finish that sentence! You are so handsome! You're the most handsome man I've ever seen!" You confessed. His face becomes a darker shade of blue as you realized what you just said.

"I-I am the most handsome man... you have ever seen?" he mumbles. He takes a few moments to process that. "So... you.." You nod. "For little over a year." He smiles. You can't help but smile back.

Who knew life imitates fiction? Let alone fanfiction?

[writingquestionsanswered]

Anonymous asked: I have a few questions as an aspiring writer and a current fanfic writer who publishes.

Okay! But if you write fan-fiction, you're already a writer! I'm guessing you mean an aspiring author? ♥

How would you help with distractions and writer's block? I try to dedicate myself to writing, but then I wander off to other stuff and my motivation wanes.

This is not uncommon and there can be a lot of different reasons for why it happens. Understanding the reason behind why it's happening is important for knowing how to fix it. I have a couple posts that will help with this:

5 Reasons You Lost Interest in Your WIP, Plus Fixes! Feeling Unmotivated with WIP Writer’s Block

How do you advise me outlining a huge original story plot with world-building in an organized way that isn't just scattered?

Outlining is really just any method that helps you get all the important pieces of the story out, in order, so that you can use it as a reference while writing. Some people use one big beginning to end summary. Some people like scene lists or timelines. Other people like scene cards or mind maps... Different things work for different people, so part of the work you need to do as a writer is figure out which method/methods work best for you.

I often find, though, that the struggle people have with outlining is less about what method to use and more about how to actually fill out the details, which brings me around to plot and story structure. All stories have structure. Fan-fiction is often short, character-driven fiction, which gives it a different structure from the average novel. That said, even if you're a prolific fan-fiction writer, you may still need to take some time to learn about plot and story structure. I'll link a few posts that will help, but once you understand story structure (all the specific plot points a story should go through), it becomes much easier to know how to outline it.

Guide: How to Outline a Plot Guide: Starting a New (Long Fiction) Story Basic Story Structure Beginning a New Story How to Move a Story Forward Plot Driven vs Character Driven Stories Understanding Goals and Conflict

What advice would you give for writing fictional religions and mythology?

First and foremost, it's important to understand the role religion and mythology play in your story... how do they feed into your characters' beliefs? How do they influence your characters' actions and behavior? How do they guide the forces of power in your story's world? How do they impact the story's conflict/s and plot? Ultimately, you don't want to put a lot of time into creating and fleshing out a religion or mythology that's ultimately unimportant to the story. It helps to focus most on the aspects that truly matter.

Also, you might consider using real world mythology and religions as inspiration... just be careful about cultural appropriation. It's best not to use anything that belongs to an active culture or religion unless it's yours, or unless you do intense research and consult with sensitivity readers to make sure you don't do anything harmful.

And lastly, what sources do you recommend to accurately describe buildings (especially castles and manors) battlefields, geographical locations especially when it comes to mountains and rivers, etc), dresses and clothing especially if it isn't modern, and fighting techniques that are believable (for example, how a smaller woman would fight a larger man without being unrealistic)?

1 - Find Inspiration Sources - No matter when and where your story is set, it's important to find inspiration sources for the places in your story, whether that's buildings, towns, regions, whatever. Not only will this help you imagine and describe what you're envisioning, it will help you immensely with research on specific details.

2 - Time and Place Are Important - Many descriptive details are specific to time and place, so make sure you know that about your inspiration sources and/or the elements in your story. You can do a Google search for layout, architecture, and design (along with relevant location and era information) to find the details you need. For example, "medieval European castle layout" or "Victorian era manor house architectural details." Likewise, you can look for "Tudor era menswear" or "Victorian era dress details."

3 - Fighting Techniques - This again will tie into the time and place when your story is set. However, some fighting techniques will be somewhat timeless. I would strongly suggest heading over to @howtofightwrite for the best information and resources about portraying fighting techniques in writing.

Happy writing!

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[autumnmobile12]

My Hero Academia: Healthcare?

I don't know if any fanfic writers will find this useful or not, but I think the information is interesting and worth speculation in the My Hero setting. This also applies to any fanfic writers in the anime fandoms who want to have more immersive and in-depth writing. Obviously, writing fics that are 'accurate' is not a requirement since the point is to have fun, but here's some knowledge to use (or not use) if anyone is interested.

Obviously, Deku's been in the hospital a lot. A lot of the characters are injured and in the hospital a lot. But for all the hospital visits, nobody in the series is going to be bankrupted by astronomical healthcare costs. (Yes, that's a jab at America's system.) And it's not because the Pros, especially the popular ones, have money.

Here's why:

Quick rundown of how healthcare in Japan works: Everybody receives healthcare, everybody has health insurance. In Japan, your employer is legally required to provide you with health insurance. If you are unemployed, you will be on a community healthcare plan. There is also a plan for citizens over the age of 75. This also applies to foreigners who have established permanent residence of three months or longer.

Article 25 of Japan's Constitution is paraphrased as follows:

“all people shall have the right to maintain a certain standard of healthy and cultured life” and that “the state shall try to promote and improve the conditions of social welfare, social security, and public health” for this purpose.

I'm not going to reiterate the system in its entirety, but if you would like to learn more, this site here (the Article 25 quote I used is also found on that page) has a brief and comprehensive explanation of how healthcare is handled. However, one thing I am going to mention that is relevant for Deku and other Pros is the threshold out-of-pocket expense.

In Japan, citizens enrolled in healthcare do not spend more than ¥90,000 per month out of pocket, protecting them from financial disaster.

(To Americans, this may sound like a sweet deal, but hold your horses because Japan also funds this system through heavy taxation. Medical procedures are expensive and people will be paying for them one way or another.)

The question that needs asking now is how does this system apply to the hero society? Well, first off, since My Hero does take place in a slightly futuristic setting, we could take into consideration the system has been revised.

Assuming not much as changed, are heroes that operate their own agency technically considered business owners and are required to insure their employees and sidekicks?

Or...

Because they are all government employees, is the Safety Commission responsible for insuring all heroes and sidekicks no matter what they rank in their popularity?

Personally, I think it would be the latter since, in the coldest sense of the word, the heroes are essential to the Commission in upholding their system. So that makes them an asset. The Commission would want to protect its assets because as shady as they are, their own system could work against them. They certainly don't want heroes going on strike for lack of benefits or complaining the government doesn't take care of their people. So I assume it's the Commission who is covering insane healthcare costs on behalf of heroes.

(And since the system is probably funded by taxpayers' money, that also feeds into the prevalent societal discontent that's ongoing throughout the series.)

Now what about Deku and his classmates since they have not graduated and are not officially licensed yet? Honestly, I think it's probably UA itself that insures the students. That probably has to do with accreditation and so on, which is another matter entirely, but again, the backing is likely coming out of the Commission (and taxpayers') pockets.

And there you have it. Happy writing, happy research.

[ivyblossom]

Thank You

I'm so grateful that fandom is there and acting as the infrastructure where fanfiction can go and exist.

I realize anyone could just write fanfiction at any time and it could exist without a fandom to hold it. But people who have the creativity, strength, and courage to create things that don't have a place to exist are rare. Those are paradigm-shifters. Not everyone is a paradigm-shifter.

I'm not a paradigm-shifter. I think if I'd known that fanfiction had a place to go and exist when I was tiny, I would have started writing it the moment I could hold a pencil. But I didn't know, and without that infrastructure and a place to hold the thing, it's just so much harder to see it as an option. It's not always so easy to just do what you want, especially when you're younger or less confident, or if you still follow rules, or believe that rules like that are real things.

So whenever I see posts about the importance of feeding fanfic authors with kudos and comments, I hesitate a little. Because, sure. I get it. It's good to know you're not just shouting in the void, and the engagement with other people who dig your idea is absolutely amazing, it is. It feels great. Feedback is terrific. And I have been incredibly lucky in that regard for the whole of my fanfiction career to date. I wrote shitty fanfiction when I started out, and someone was kind enough to very gently school me to make me better, too. So what would I know about voids and silence? Nothing.

But I can't stop marvelling at the fact that I get to write the thing I feel compelled to write, this thing that's fighting its way out of me and will keep clawing at me until it gets out, because there's a place for it to go where it will be understood and it can exist. I can write it and then look back at it and tell it it's pretty and I love it, and then I can put it somewhere where it can live and where it can be understood, where it will part of a larger community of things that look like it, where it belongs. And then I can look at it and say, there you are. You're where you need to be now, and I'll always know where to find you.

Other people engaging with it is a whole other level, and it is so incredibly delightful, but the relief and pleasure of having what amounts to permission to lovingly expel a super self-indulgent, or silly, or wacky story and see it safely home is so immense I don't know how to properly articulate it.

Comments and kudos are amazing, I love them and I'm grateful for them, and there are so many brilliant and insightful people in fandom who have turned my world upside down with their commentary. Their work in that regard matters a lot, it's life-changing stuff, but comments and kudos aren't the cost of admission. Comments and kudos are fanwork in the same way that fanfiction or fanart is fanwork, as far as I'm concerned. As a fanfiction writer, my fanfiction exists because I wanted it to and I need it to. It's my self-care, it's my hobby, it's my joy. Engagement with it is fanwork and a gift, not payment.

Thank you for being the community where fanfiction can go and exist. Thank you for making space for it to belong somewhere. Thank you.

[lets-all-calm-down-a-bit]

wiat can someone explain to me why chat ai is bad, im so ootl on this /gen

Yes, of course!

So, If you are familiar with the ethical debate around AI art, you should know that today's "AI" is not actually AI. The AI we have now is not artificial intelligence. It is merely a program cobbling together things fed into the machine to produce a new image or piece of writing. However, what is created is not actually NEW. "AI" art and Character "AI" scrapes artists' and writers' original works from the internet without their consent, then mushes it all together to create the desired outcome of the prompt it was given. These artists and writers are not consulted or compensated before their art is used. This means that your favorite fanfic writers and artists' work is regularly stolen and used to create someone's "AI" art image or Character "AI" conversation without them knowing or being able to stop it.

Along with this, there is a more culturally relevant reason to not support Chat "AI." As the writers' strike continues, it is becoming increasingly more worrying that large film companies might replace human writers with "AI." This would not only put immense amounts of people out of work. It would also almost completely erase creative job options. They aren't only trying to start using "AI" to write scripts. Due to the recent SAG-AFTRA strike, they have proposed scanning the likeness of an actor to be used indefinitely without that actor's long-term compensation. And the elimination of artists in the graphic design field is self-explanatory. Why would a company pay twice as much money to commission an artist for their work, when they could get a result for half the price in mere seconds?

Capitalism is literally trying to eliminate the need for creatives in the workforce. This is disgusting. From the beginning of time, people have created art. They have sold art. They have bought art. Large corporations are trying to make that obsolete.

If you care at ALL about the creative community and the future of art itself, do NOT feed the "AI." It is actively working against you.

[sunnysoulzz]

Newt scamander x reader 🤭

Im SOOO sorry about how long this has taken, writers block is an ass fr anywayyyy

I just finished reading two, long, newt scamander fanfics and now I got that heartache that comes with finishing something you like, and sooo I’m filling the void with my own fanfic 🤭

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^ this was the original idea! (Made by @krispypotato)

I will say, I did change the original idea up a bit, sorry!

Warning: smut, newt x reader, Dom?newt (he gets subby towards the end), sex pollen lol, reader is down bad for newt, more horny then cute 😭, condom without the condom 😎 (protection? Spell teehee)

No pronouns are mentions but it’s afab! <333

It was a lazy Saturday. You had been newt’s assistant for almost a year now. Ever since you got this job, things have always been interesting between you and newt, though you didn’t want to admit it. The long stares, getting flustered when you brushed his hand against yours, your heart racing whenever he got close to you, you could go on and on. He was just so pretty, how could you not? His curly brown-red hair, his freckles, his adorable smile, ahhhhh.

Recently, newt brought a new animal into his care. Neither of you knew much about the creature yet, but you’d try your best.

You were busy feeding the mooncalves when newt called you over. “Hey, can you bring the food?” He called out. “Sure!” You yelled back, grabbing the bucket of meats and herbs. You found newt petting the new creature, trying to gain its trust. You walked slowly, trying not to scare it. You handed the bucket to newt, who then promptly started feeding the creature. The creature was pretty small compared to some of your others, it couldn’t have been much bigger then a large dog. You found it with its leg trapped between rocks and a tree, of course, newt saved it and brought it back. Newt held the food out for the creature to eat. You couldn’t help but watch him, his smile, his lean build, his nice hands… You blushed at your own thoughts. You looked away quickly, starring off into space before newt snapped you out of it “it’s beginning to trust us, it isn’t running away anymore” he said, turning to you, that pretty smile still on his face. You couldn’t help but smile back. “I’m glad! It was a pain trying to rap it’s leg properly” you giggled, “hopefully now it’ll be easier”. Newt nodded, not taking his eyes of you.

Unluckily for the both of you, one of the animals in your care screeched, sending the new creature into a panic and splashing both you and newt in a pink/yellow glittery powder. “Ugh…” you sighed out, whipping some of the dust off your shirt. Newt chuckled before turning towards the screech, “let’s go find out what happened” he said, his voice laced with slight worry. He placed a hand on your shoulder, but he quickly removed it as he walked towards the animals. You nodded and quickly followed him.

You later found out one of the animals screeched because it got a splinter, you helped the animal, and then walked over to newt. Newt was standing at his desk, using a towel to get rid of the glittery dust. You sat down in the chair closest to him. He handed you the towel, smiling softly at you, before quickly turning his head towards his work. You brushed yourself off, suddenly starting to feel oddly calm. “Thanks” you said, placing the now glittery towel on back of one of the chairs.

You leaned back in the chair. All the creatures had been fed, the injured ones had been checked to make sure they were healing, and now you could finally rest. You looked around you before your eyes landed on newt again. He had a piece of paper in his hand, he looked like he was reading it but you saw his eyes jump from you to the creatures and then to the paper again, a light blush was present on his face. You took a deep breath in, looking down at your hands in your lap. You felt like you were getting hotter, sweat seemed to stick to your forehead. You shuffled in your seat, your clothes suddenly feeling to tight. Newt let out a small groan, you looked over to him again, letting out a little “hm?” To see if something was wrong. Newt seemed to jump almost, from hearing your voice. He turned around, facing you. “Ah- Uhm- well I think we’re all done here” he said, adjusting his collar, “you can head home” he finished, his eyes quickly looking away from you. “Are you sure? I can stick around a little longer, make sure that everything is ok after their feeding, and stuff…” you trailed off. Even though you were uncomfortable, you really didn’t want to leave newts side. “No, it’s fine, everything is done” he said, clearing his throat, the blush on his facing growing deeper. You stood up from the chair, stepping closer to him.

“I wanna make sure the animals are ok tho, what if she gets another splinter-“ you were cut off when newt grabbed your arms, “please, everything is fine, go home” his breathing was heavy. You looked him in the eyes, your face going red. He starred deep into your eyes before realising and quickly letting go off you and looking away. He cleared his throat again. There was an awkward silence between you two, the only sounds to be heard were the animals, and heavy breathing from the both of you. Your body started feeling tingly, you felt almost light headed. The feeling becoming overwhelming, your head filled with thoughts of newt, what he’d look like on top of you, what he could do with his rough hands, or his tongue. You gave in, you let out a shaky breath, “a-alright, I’ll see you tomorrow…” you smiled at him. He looked at you, his eyes dark, and filled with lust. He nodded his head, he leaned up against the desk.

You took a step back, still facing him. Suddenly his eyes widened. As you went to turn around you, your foot got caught on a loss brick, newt reached his hand out to you, barely grabbing onto your shirt before you both felt and hit the floor. Luckily, his hand was able to reach the back of your head before you reached the ground, so you didn’t hit your head. You weren’t badly hurt, neither was newt. You looked up, newt was now on top of you, his hands now on either side of your head, he looked down at you, his breathing speeding up slightly. He seemed to snap back to reality when you reached out to touch his face, you both realised what was happening. You quickly moved your hand back and newt sat up. “Uh- come on, I’ll..get you a Band-Aid” newt said quietly, helping you stand.

There was another awkward silence as you walked upstairs to his living room. Normally the silences were fine, since you both felt comfortable in each others presence, but now, you’re both uneasy, the both of you feeling tense with no way to relieve it. You sat in his living room while newt shuffled around for a Band-Aid. The air was thick with tension. You felt more lustful by the second. Your mind started to go foggy again. You let out a deep sigh, still feeling bubbly, “so, Uhm” you started, “do you know what the new creature is?” You starred down at your hands. “…not really, I-I think I’ve seen it before, but I can’t remember much about it, off the top of my head” he said, finding the Band-Aid. He walked over to you, placing his wand on the coffee table near by. He crouched down in front of you, delicately placing the Band-Aid on your elbow. He looked up at you, his adams apple bobbing. “…I think” he said, nervously, “I think, I can guess, what it’s defence mechanism is” he looked away from you. You started off into space for a second. Suddenly realising that this feeling started after it had sprayed you and newt in the glittery dust. Your mouth hung agape as you realised.

“I don’t think…this will go away unless we do something about it” newt said in a moment of unexpected confidence, though his face was bright red. “Will you…help me?” Newt said softly. You held newts face, “mmhm, if you help me as well” you said. Newt licked his lips, letting out another sigh before smiling slightly and kissing you. He stood up and quickly pushed you to lay longways on the couch, his lips never leaving yours. His hands were now by your head again. You started unbuttoning his shirt.

His lips detached from yours, his hands went to your shirt. He quickly unbuttoned your shirt and threw it on the floor. “You’re so beautiful…” he muttered against your skin. His lips sucked redish purple splotches on your neck. You moaned as your hands tangled in his hair. “Wait..” you said. He immediately stopped and looked up at you, worrying he did something wrong. “I wanna touch you too” you blushed, looking away from him. He panted, looking from your neck, to your face, and then away from you. He sat up, still between your legs, “Mmhmm” he said. He quickly took off his shirt. You unbuttoned your pants, and took them off, with his help. You were left in just your underwear, he still had his pants on, though you could see his cock strained uncomfortably against them. “…gorgeous..” you heard him mumble. Your face went redder, you couldn’t tell if it was the sex pollen talking or if he really thought that.

He kissed your neck, leaving small kisses against the deep red marks on your skin. You reached down to his pants, you hooked your fingers around the waist band of them, pulling them down. He swiftly unbuttoned them and pulled them off, leaving him in just his boxers. He breathed deeply against your neck, his hot breath making you shiver. He kissed at your neck more, his hands lightly placed on your hips. “Please…newt” you said, reaching down to stroke the outline of his cock. He groaned at your touch. He sat up, quickly removing his boxers and letting his dick spring free. You starred for longer then you should have. He looked away suddenly feeling nervous. You quickly snapped out of your daze, your face bright red. You took off your panties, throwing them somewhere on the floor. Now it was his turn to stare. He starred down at your body, his hands moving to your face and then down your body. You let out a small moan as his hand moved to grip your hip. He used his other hand to quickly reach over to the table and grab his wand, casting a…protection spell on himself.

“Is it..ok..if i..” newt stuttered out. His hand gripping you hip tighter. “Yes newt just- please” you mumbled. Newt smiled at your neediness, his fingers when down to your entrance, without wasting anytime he pushed his finger in you. You moaned gripped the bedsheets, newt quickly added another finger, he pumped his digits inside you, though a little sloppy. “Newt, please… I want you..” you moaned out, your eyes stared deeply into his. “But…I need to prep you don’t I..?” His soft eyes looked back at you, he was worried he’d end up accidentally hurting you. “It’s good enough, I need you inside of me” you grabbed his wrist, making him pull out. His face when even more red, he was flustered yet very excited.

He pumped his cock in his hands before steadying himself and pushing his tip inside you, using his precum as lube. You moaned loudly. He slowly pushed himself inside of you. He leaned over you, putting a head next to your head, your arms went to rap around his neck. Once he was fully inside you he stabilised himself. he looked down at you, his breath heavy and his face red. “Are you alright?” He mumbled. “Mmhmm” you said, he slowly pulled himself out again, starting to thrust into you. A string of moans left your lips as your nails dug into his back.

You moaned out his name while he grunted in your ear. He kissed your jawline, his eyes were glossy and filled with lust, he wanted more of you. His hands moved gently down your body, just because he was roughly fucking you doesn’t mean he wasn’t going to touch you were the most graceful thing he had ever seen. His hands travelled down your body, landing on your hips, he moved your body against his, causing his dick to reach deeper inside you. Your hands landed on the bedsheets, you gripped them tightly as you moaned.

His thrusts eventually grew sloppy, his breathing was laboured, and his grunts and groans had turned into whimpers and soft moans as he got closer to his climax. “You look so..delicate” he whimpered out, his grip on your hips loosening. As the both of you reached your climax, he moaned out your name, his cum painting your walls. He stayed inside you, catching his breath. “..a-are you ok?” He stuttered out nervously. You stared up at him, your chest rising and falling. You nodded your head and reached up to him, pulling him down into your arms. “I feel wonderful” you said with a smile, newt let out a content sigh before pulling out of you. “I’ll uh, get you a towel” he said, before disappearing out of view. You laid on the couch, suddenly aware of the fact you technically just fucked your boss, and the guy you’ve had a crush on since you met him.

He eventually came back with a warm towel, he was now in a new pair of pants, still shirtless. He traced over your body with the towel, you laid their catching your breath. You couldn’t help but look at him arms and chest. He was covered in scars, some small, some large, obviously from all the animals he’s tried to help over the years. You couldn’t help it as a small smile formed on your lips as he looked away, blushing, as he moved down your body. “Do you feel..ok?” He said, still looking away, “I mean..has the sex pollen..worn off?” He scratched the back of his neck. “I think so, interesting defence mechanism though” you chuckled out, thinking about how you even got into this situation. He turned back to you as you sat up, stretching. You stared into each others eyes, but only for a second, before you both broke it off. You were somehow still nervous, even though he had just recked your insides. “Uh..” he begun, “would you..like to go out for coffee, sometime?” He said nervously. You’re face went red, was he really asking you on a date? You smiled brightly, but tried to hide it. “Sure, I’d love to” you said, the happiness very apparent in your voice. He looked back to you, seemingly shocked at your answer before he quickly smiled. Maybe it wasn’t just the sex pollen that caused this to happen.

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Anddd scene, lmao I’m sorry if this is rushed, I got super bad Artist block right as I started the smut 😭 anyway, hope this is ok! I want to get back into writing but ima have to take it slow lol. Anyway hope this did the prompt at least a lil justice 💪 (also sorry for any spelling mistakes, I’ve only edit read this once)

@camilaheroine

[schmem14]

It’s my birthday! Celebrate with me by reading my top favorite fanfic discoveries this past year. (Feel free to flail with me in DM’s!) I feel so lucky to have found so many wonderful talented friends and amazing stories! 

1. flour and flesh by foxglovetonic (nocturn) Hermione x Pansy, wc: 666 rating: M

(Mind the tags) This sapphic horror fic gripped my soul from the moment I read it and it lives rent-free in my head because of its amazing imagery and masterful use of unreliable narrator. I’ll be forever creeped out by carving pumpkins and pie (but in the BEST way, I swear!) This is the #1 reason Halloween is my fav. 

2. Usually by @lumosatnight Percy x Oliver, wc: 1k, rating: E

What’s not to love about banter, chess as foreplay, and stripping down until there’s nothing left but heart-pounding hot AF sex? This pairing is fantastic, and Lani’s writing is on point, as always, and I was incredibly impressed by the real live chess match taking place in the background. Read it, you won’t regret it! 

3. drink up, boys by @emilyrickman gen work featuring Parvati Patil, wc: 1.5k, rating: M

(Mind the tags) I URGE you give this gripping revenge story a chance! Between Parvati’s confidence and the absolute heartbreaking and empowering ode to sisterly love, this story gave me goosebumps. Emily is such a great writer, and I can’t stress enough how well the feels come through on this one. Also, give the song What It Means To Be a Girl by EMELINE a listen as you read, it will elevate the whole experience! 

4. One Woman’s Trash by @nanneramma Lavender x Hermione wc: 2k, rating: T

My friend Nan can do it all, and I don’t care that coffee shop AU has been done a thousand and one times before, THIS is the one to read! Lavender is to die for in this, and the fluff is pure, gourmet sweetness. It will have you kicking your feet and squealing by the end. 

5. Head Over Heels by @vdoshu Narcissa x Mrs. Zabini, wc: 575, Rating: M

This itty bitty fic is singlehandedly feeding my Narcissa Mommy delusion. I want her to step on me SO BAD! Ugh. Doshu packs a punch with every story, and the punchline of this one is sure to have you gasping like a beached fish. Please come scream at me about it if and when you know what I mean. 

6. Welcome, Peasants by @fluxweeed Draco x Ron x Harry, wc: 15k, Rating: E

It was nearly impossible for me to pick just ONE of my favorite fics from Dronarry fest this year, but I narrowed it down to two. Strap in for an hour and immerse yourself because the payoff is WORTH IT!  This one blends the juicy polyjuice trope with a healthy dollop of mistaken identity and a pinch of jealousy. Better yet is the twisty reveal and the absolutely smut-tastic finale that follows.

7. For I Have Found Salvation by @lumosatnight Severus x Harry, wc: 7k, Rating: E

Yes Lani, I couldn’t resist another! I feel like I have to preface this by saying I’m not usually a Snarry fan, but this filthy Priest AU fic is EVERYTHING. The dynamic of guilt and forbidden church sex (while church is IN SESSION) is so fucking delectable. I’m going to just say it and embarrass myself: Insta-Wank Bank. Yep. 

8. Nightswimming by @sweet-s0rr0w Draco x Ron (x Harry), wc: 5k, Rating: M

…Which brings me to my SECOND Dronarry fest pick from this year, and I love it so much because it’s all banter and hypotheticals. Draco and Harry are a couple, but Draco and Ron share a car ride where it comes out that maybe they’ve been considering a three-way with Ron. They don’t even fuck, but the tension of them just talking about it is too hot to handle. Bonus: There’s art at the end! 

9. Mistletoe Mojito by @amethystheart2421 Sybill x Severus, wc: 3k, Rating: E

This fic knocked me flat on my ass. This lust potion fueled one-night stand fic had me laughing and crying (from hilarity and absurdity and sadness) all at once. Such delightful writing, and the perfect example of crack taken seriously. 

10. All That Is Beautiful, Burns In The Making by @sailtomarina Narcissa x Bill, wc: 8k, Rating: E

Narcissa is hot. Bill is hot. We all know this from canon, but imagine they get together and how much hotter they are as a couple! This fic contains such delights as werewolf Bill, seduction, forbidden love, infidelity, knotting, endless refractory periods, voyeurism, rough sex, and mating. It’s not quite A/B/O but it has a lot of the elements that make it such a juicy AU.

11. A Perfect Answer by @p1013 Draco x Harry wc: 9k, Rating: E

Downton Abbey AU. Harry is Draco’s valet and the love is very much forbidden. Contains: pining, jealousy, decorum, emerald cufflinks that Draco favours, and BATHS. Something about it reminds me of Jane Eyre, though I know that’s a different time period and there’s no crazy wife in the attic. I loved this fic so much because it was a well-written AU and it brought a breath of fresh air to an old favorite otp. The angst is divine, and the ending is such a lovely payoff. Enjoy!