#comment fic

[machtaholic]

(have a little Steddie pre-slash that I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday)

"Can I fix your hair?"

Eddie turned his head and looked up at the couch where Steve sat - everyone was at Steve's place watching movies and were sleeping all around the living room. El was sleeping on Eddie's thigh and Erica was tucked against Eddie's other side.

"Sure?" Eddie replied hesitantly.

"Cool, give me a sec."

Eddie saw Steve climb over the back of the couch, but then turned his attention back to the television, where The Legend of Billie Jean played for the umpteenth time. Eddie didn't really mind - it was a pretty kick ass movie. He felt the couch shift behind him and then gave a squeak when he felt water.

"Hey!" Eddie swatted at the mist of water.

"Relax, you big baby," Steve muttered. "Just a little water."

"So you say."

Eddie braced himself and waited for the abrasive hair brushing - his dad had always been really rough when brushing Eddie's hair and then, when it had gotten 'too unruly', his dad had sat him on the toilet and buzzed off all his 'girly curls'.

But it didn't come.

Instead, he felt Steve gently working a comb through his hair, taking the time to make sure each knot was removed without tugging at Eddie's scalp. Then, he felt Steve's fingers in his hair and he gave a soft sigh at Steve's continued gentle touch. Fingers massaged at his scalp a bit and then he felt Steve pulling his hair back and gently twisting it, and securing it into a bun.

"Feel okay?" Steve asked softly.

"Y-yeah," Eddie replied.

"You've got all these soft hairs here."

Eddie shivered when he felt Steve's fingers at his hairline.

"Y-yeah," Eddie said again.

"Ever thought about an undercut?" Steve asked.

He hadn't. But if it meant getting Steve's hands back in his hair, Eddie would definitely consider it.

[lilolilyr]

Sleepwalkers - a Geraskier comment fic

Inspired by Sleepwalker's Serenade (17k, E, canon typical violence) by @octoberling, spoilers for their story! And I can only recommend you check it out, it's really an interesting idea and very well written :)

Geralt searches for a wraith in people's dreams, and stumbles across Jaskier's horny dreamscape... Jaskier is intrigued by the Witcher and inspired by his deeds.

This fic idea is set a bit earlier than octoberling's story, Jaskier has just come to Oxenfurt, the wraith ballad is one of his first proper songs.

Cross posted to Ao3! The Ao3 version is longer but more chaotic, tumblr is missing some parts in order to make it one cohesive storyline

Jaskier and Geralt flirt in the dreamscape, but Jaskier is too young for Geralt to really take seriously as a potential relationship.

Geralt fight's the wraith in front of Jaskier like in Octoberling's fic, inspiring Jaskier to write a song about it.

When Geralt comes back to Oxenfurt some years later and Jaskier is near the end of his degree and more experienced and, to Geralt's surprise and delight, still utterly gone on him, they rekindle their relationship, and once Geralt goes back on the Path Jaskier asks him to check in through the dreams at least from time to time so he knows he's okay, he hated not knowing what happened to Geralt when he had left the first time.

'and please be safe, take care I know what you do is important But So Is Your Life, especially to me'

Geralt is worried Jaskier will become too attached and be heartbroken when he inevitably dies, and Jaskier has to talk Geralt out of leaving him completely. They talk for a while and Jaskier asks 'Why are you Witchers going on patrol alone, I bet if you worked in groups or at least pairs of two you'd still make quick work and fewer of you would die, so in the end you'd make Better work and kill More monster not less' and Geralt is like... 'Hm. We've always done it that way?'

Jaskier argues 'Traditions can be good but not when they're bad fucking ideas done Just for traditions sake! Please promise to try it out at least! And don't just try to ask the first other Witcher you come across and let it go if they say no! Actually try working in a team!' Geralt can't say no to his bard, of course he promises to try, even though he doesn't believe it will work.

A while later, Priscilla, who had overheard their conversation, comes across a Witcher (Eskel?) and asks whether he knows Geralt and explains Jaskier's idea and he's like 'well... Vesemir will hate this but Sounds Like A Plan alright'

Eskel is already on his way to a contract, just in town looking for some supplies (he doesn't usually need but that will be necessary for this specific specific monster, and Jaskier is sad Geralt will leave earlier than expected but glad that at least he won't go alone, that someone will be there to have Geralt's back even if Jaskier can't be that person

They can't do the dream sharing every night because Geralt can only access a specific person's dream through meditation, not sleep, and while Witchers need less sleep they don't need none, but he still checks in regularly.

~

At some point, Geralt disappears from Jaskier's dreams for weeks or months, and Jaskier's getting increasingly anxious - his friends in turn are also getting worried, and while Jaskier had told them about the Witcher friend/lover before and of course wrote that ballad about the wraith, most of them thought he was taking a lot of artistic licence and hadn't actually met the Witcher (which, in my second idea, he hasn't yet in person)

Priscilla has to explain to Jaskier that she doesn't mean to offend or doubt him, she just honestly hadn't realized he was serious!

Finally, Geralt comes back from some exhausting hunt, but he's badly hurt. Jaskier drags him to the university nurse, and while she heals the physical injuries, Jaskier sleeps at Geralt's bedside, and it turns out sharing a dreamscape with him helps Geralt but leaves Jaskier utterly exhausted so afterwards he goes right back to sleep still in the room where Geralt is healing

Then, they stay at Oxenfurt, and either they're already a couple, or they just neatly slip into a relationship with barely any need to talk about it (though in that case Jaskier's friends are a bit o.o 'you said friend, friends don't sit on each other's lap and snog and make heart eyes at each other!'

And it's winter in some months and Jaskier's last semester will be over by then, and if he can manage to finish one last big song project (maybe a group project that students tend to fail the first time? Maybe he and his friends talk Geralt into giving some monster info and write a Witcher monster hunting ballad together!)

Jaskier asks Geralt to come back to Oxenfurt on his way to Kaer Morhen and Geralt nods and invites him to come with him over winter if he's finished with his degree by then

Priscilla also invites herself along because sure this Witcher seems alright so far but Jaskier doesn't exactly has a good track record she's not gonna let her best friend leave on his own with what to her is basically a stranger (Jaskier's communication skills are. Really not that much better than Geralt's. And he really told his friends fuckall useful information about his love), and she's also finishing at university and has no plans for the winter - she doesn't want to travel over summer like Jaskier does, she wants to go back to the cities then, but over winter she'd love to tag along.

They winter at Kaer Morhen together.

~

The next year, Jaskier stays at Oxenfurt again for some weeks while Geralt goes on some contracts. When Geralt's back in town, Jaskier meets him as soon as he hears there's a Witcher in town and practically jumps into his arms to the astonishment of anyone around them, and promptly gets into an argument with someone who's biased against Witchers...

Jaskier drags Geralt away from there and says he can stay in Jaskier's room, he doesn't need those idiot people anyway, and Geralt replies something along the lines of Jaskier just wants to get him into his bed, and of course Jaskier wants that! They're kissing when Priscilla runs into them: 'that's public indecency even for you, Jaskier. hey, are you coming to the pub with the others as planned?'

Jaskier kind of wants to just drag Geralt to his room immediately but there's something to be said about delayed gratification, plus the pub is on the way anyway...

They end up talking, and the mood turns a bit somber when maybe Geralt explains about really being used to people hating him for no good reason, and/or Priscilla asks about monster stories or rather invites him to the pub saying he can tell them and all the other bards some good stories and Geralt is like 'Yeah Jaskier already warned me about going drinking with any of you' 'warned? Warned? Warmly invited!' 'yes, to be needled about all the horror stories in my life.' 'oh, love, you know you don't have to tell us anything if you don't want to! You know I love to hear your stories, but seriously, I don't want to hurt you. I'll make the others back off too.'

They go to the bar and chat with Jaskier in Geralt's lap, and there's laughter and singing, but there's also Jaskier rubbing himself against Geralt and pressing against him, teasing him...

When they finally make it back to Jaskier's place they make love all through the night.

~

later that summer, Lambert comes into a small town on the way to Kaer Morhen and a woman greets him with a smile and going 'your brother his at the inn already! With his lover and friend!' and Lambert is like. Wut. 'i know I missed out on the winter at Kaer Morhen last year but how am I This much out of the loop?!'

This and more on Ao3! If someone wants to write a longer fic with this idea, feel free, just please lmk so I can read it and use the inspired-by function!

[originalposterpiastri]

“Oscar, this might be beneficial for you to see,” one of the many people milling around the garage say. Oscar, fresh from another interview he’s done feeling red raw inside, isn’t expecting to turn and see Lando already studying the screen. A wave of relief crashes over him, even though he knew hospital was just a precaution.

The first thing he spots as he slides into the cramped space next to Lando is the hospital bracelet. Oscar’s eyes lock onto it, the crude way it isn’t fluro yellow or papaya with beads that spell sassy.

Gauging his presence, Lando stops fiddling with his beard and slumps slightly against him.

Lando glances at Oscar, then back at the screen with the ghost of a smile on his face as Oscar’s thumb moves his hospital tag up his arm, and his fingers wrap around his wrist, solid against his pulse.

Oscar can feel his heart rate decelerating and matching the pulse thrumming under his fingertips as they both stare at the screen and take in the rest of the data.

When they’re done, Oscar hovers close, not wanting to leave Lando until he knows he’s really okay. He’s so close Lando, turns and accidentally treads on his toes and he lets out a very manly yelp.

“Sorry,” the Brit says automatically, amused until he must clock the stress on the rookie’s face. Lando’s eyes soften, “I’m all good, Osc.”

Oscar blinks, and bites his lip, “That’s what you said on the radio, and you weren’t.”

“C’mere,” Lando sighs, wrapping his arms around Oscar’s dainty waist. Oscar’s arms encircle Lando, slightly tighter than a winded hospital escapee should be held. “I’m better than that shitty grid drive car of yours,” Lando mumbles against his neck and feels more than hears Oscar chuckle lightly against his chest.

[trivalentlinks]

thinking again about this one bbc sherlock comment-fic i read once from the comments section of a livejournal post that i can't find anymore, but i think about basically all the time

so in the first episode of bbc sherlock, when these two cops sally donovan and philip anderson are introduced, sherlock has an exchange to this effect with anderson:

sherlock: I see your wife's out of town anderson: how'd you know? sherlock: your deodorant told me. it's for men. anderson: of course it's for men--I'm wearing it sherlock: so is sergeant donovan. and i'm guessing she scrubbed your floors going by the state of her knees.

anyway the fic was set the previous night, and the premise was that anderson had severe ocd that only the presence of his wife could really soothe for him, so since his wife was out of town, it was flaring up really bad.

thus donovan had come over to help him settle his ocd, but she couldn't, because she's not the kind of person who knows what to say in that situation, so instead she just helped him scrub his already clean floors, and hoped that it really helped and he wasn't just saying it helped to make her feel better

and i don't know, i think about this fic all the time. donovan on her knees next to anderson, not knowing the right words to say, just being there and scrubbing those already pristine floors, and hoping that it helps at least a little,

gosh, i'm tearing up again thinking about it

my own bbc sherlock fic has more than 10,000 kudos, but it's empty candy, and honestly kind of silly if you think about it, not to mention way ooc (it's crack fic, so this is mostly intentional)

but this little comment-fic someone probably wrote in a few minutes that i read on an LJ comment section once has stuck with me for more than a decade

[mayberrycryptid]

First comment fic challenge has been posted in H50 community!!!!! Let's gooooooooooo!!!!!!💃🕺💃🕺💃🕺

[cinematicnomad]

#Eddie: Hopper did this to you?! #Steve who definitely gave Wayne that impression: No?? He’s going to be mad at me cause he told me to go home #Eddie: Why didn’t you? #Steve: couldn’t find it #Eddie: He didn’t take you home? you look like you got hit by a car #Steve: He was busy! #Hopper’s gonna show up later and Wayne is not going to let him take this boy (via @morganbritton132)

Wayne gets off work and finds some kid wandering around a parking lot covered in bruises and nearly in tears because he can’t get the lid off a bottle of ibuprofen, and just takes the kid home.

He never really gets a clear answer out of the kid about where he lives or anything other than being worried about pissing off Hopper and his head hurting, so he stops trying.

He puts the kid to bed on the couch, leaves Hopper a nasty voicemail, and then stays up as long as he can manage to make sure the kid doesn’t die in his sleep.

This is how Eddie wakes up a couple hours later to find his uncle slumped over in a chair and Steve “The Hair” Harrington asleep on the couch.

[willbuddiewontbuddie]

people telling you they reread your fic is the biggest compliment you could ever receive. there are thousands of stories out there begging to be found, to be explored, but your story meant so much to someone that they came back to it eagerly, they went over every word again. to love is to return and loving a fic is rereading it. thank you to all readers and rereaders <3333

[jamiemoonymarks]

Normalize leaving unhinged comments on ao3 fics you like. I'm tired of being the only one brave enough to write "I am chewing on this fic" in the comment section. Be weird. Authors will love you for it

[aethersea]

the question of fic comments is very straightforward actually. readers do not owe writers comments. writers do not owe readers fic. there is no bargain, no transaction, no debt.

fic is a gift. comments are a gift. gifts are exchanged between friends, out of love, not out of obligation.

I write for myself. I post it for others, as a gift, because their joy brings me joy. I read for myself. I comment for the author, as a gift, because their joy brings me joy. perhaps we were not friends before, but we are now, however fleetingly, because we have given each other gifts out of love.

[majoringinsarcasm]

DONT BE AFRAID TO COMMENT ON OLD FICS DONT BE AFRAID TO COMMENT ON FICS IN A FANDOM THE AUTHOR MAY NO LONGER BE ACTIVE IN. IF THE STORY IS STILL UP LET THEM KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS IT MIGHT JUST BE THE REMINDER THAT MAKES THEIR DAY.

SINCERELY SOMEONE WHO JUST GOT A REPLY THAT MADE ME WANNA MAKE THIS POST

[akelafang]

Golden Age King Arthur accidentally gets sent back in time to the beginning of his reign. While making his way to Camelot hoping to find Merlin and figure out how to get back to his own time he runs into Agravaine making his own way to Camelot for the first time. Knowing he was a traitor working for Morgana in his own timeline, Arthur kills him and decides to take his place. No one had seen Agravaine since Ygraine's death, there were no portraits of him in the castle, and Arthur's premature greying hair has to be good for something other than Merlin calling him a silver fox. He can pass as his own uncle and be the caring advisor that young him deserved damn it!

[machtaholic]

Unplugged

written for the August @steddiemicrofic prompt 'plug' !

wc: 437 | rated: G | cw: none | tags: established relationship, famous!Eddie

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"Okay! This is a little out of the norm, but it's kinda important."

Steve stood amidst the crowd of fans at the Corroded Coffin concert (he preferred to be in the fray, not backstage) and blinked at his boyfriend, front man Eddie Munson. Corroded Coffin's rise had been fast, meteoric and Steve had suddenly become as famous as the band.

"But, well, it's kinda mine and Steve's anniversary," Eddie said.

Steve blushed when the entire audience cooed - Eddie'd been adamant that he wasn't going to hide his and Steve's relationship - Steve had been a bit concerned, but the fans had embraced him and Eddie's relationship wholeheartedly.

"But, I'm gonna unplug for a second." Eddie crossed the stage, set his electric guitar down and took the acoustic guitar a roadie handed him.

"Oh Eddie," Steve whispered. "What are you doing?"

Eddie strummed the guitar for a moment and the whole crowd waited with bated breath. Then he started singing and Steve couldn't help but laugh … and cry. Bryan Adams' "Heaven" sounded through the venue and as Steve looked around, he saw the hardest of rockers tearing up and hugging their significant others.

" … Oh, once in your life you find someone Who will turn your world around Bring you up when you're feelin' down

Yeah, nothin' could change what you mean to me Oh, there's lots that I could say But just hold me now 'Cause our love will light the way …"

"You amazing, adorable, idiot," Steve said, blowing Eddie a kiss and wiping the tears from his face.

"… And, baby, you're all that I want When you're lyin' here in my arms I'm findin' it hard to believe We're in heaven

Yeah, love is all that I need And I found it there in your heart It isn't too hard to see We're in heaven …"

Steve pushed his way through the crowds over to security and was immediately let through. Steve ran up, and then on stage just as Eddie had finished the song and barely managed to wait for Eddie to pass the acoustic guitar before launching himself at his boyfriend.

"I fucking love you," Steve breathed, peppering Eddie's face with kisses.

"Happy anniversary, baby," Eddie murmured. "Had to go big."

"You did not," Steve replied. "But I love you for it. And signing Bryan Adams for me? That's real love coming from my favorite metalhead."

The entire crowd let out a collective 'awww' and Steve turned to look at the crowd.

"Oh hi." Steve waved at the audience.

"Happy Anniversary!" the crowd yelled.

"Love you, baby," Eddie whispered.

[grimalkinmessor]

When I tell you that I have read fanfic characterizations so OOC that they'd classify as an original character, trust me I have read THOUSANDS. But you know what I don't do? :) Tell the author of those fanfics that they might as well classify that character as an original character if they're going to write them like one. Because that's fucking rude. People don't owe you your preferred characterizations. The back button is free.

[pixiemage]

Please, for the love of god, please don’t be this person. No matter how long it’s been since an update, no matter how many unfinished stories are sitting on their account, no matter what - do not be this person.

Not only is it insanely rude, but you also do more damage than you think be being such a self-entitled ass about something someone created for free and for fun. “This author” can see what you say.

RIP decency indeed.

[kcrabb88]

I feel like we really lost something when we started looking at writing as a reader-centric product meant to appeal to the desires of a specific audience rather than a writer-centric approach of someone writes whatever particular thing particular compels them/whatever weird thing the demons in their head want to talk about, and people out there who are also compelled, and/or relate, find that writing. A lot of discussions of writing really center around what readers want rather than a writer's exploration. Sometimes as a reader I don't know what I want. I click on a fic or pick up a book I'm not sure about but that looks interesting, and I love it. Reading what I expect to get is it's own joy, but we always need to expand our horizons and not get mad at creators for not always writing what we want/expect.

[frownyalfred]

hey just for the record, if you’re on r/ao3 and keep running into these kinds of comments on bookmark related posts — it’s not a good take. calling someone’s writing “slop” and saying it deserves criticism for being bad BECAUSE it’s posted publicly might seem like a nuanced take, but I promise it isn’t.

yes, sometimes us writers get a little too obsessed over a cryptic comment or bookmark; no, that doesn’t actually mean the solution is to say whatever you want in them because authors “deserve” your honesty. 

I know we’re in a touchy time for readers and writers, but comments like these are NOT kind, refreshing, or nuanced. they’re just kind of mean and discouraging.