#fics .

[kristins-diary]

ive recently started doing this and it just makes me feel better as a person

plus i love complimenting people irl so idk why i never do it online

god bless anyone who comments on ao3

[lazysoulwriter]

guilty pleasure. - pedro pascal.

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You had a guilty pleasure.

Well, it wasn’t exactly guilty, but you weren’t about to announce it to the world either. You read fanfiction. Specifically, fanfiction about him. Pedro. Your boyfriend. The man who, at this very moment, was in the kitchen making himself a snack, completely unaware that you were consuming questionable content about him on the internet.

It wasn’t your fault. People were creative, and some of them had a talent for capturing that irresistible mix of charm, warmth, and—let’s be honest—daddy energy he exuded. And maybe, just maybe, some of those fics were a little spicy.

You were in the middle of a particularly... intense paragraph when you heard footsteps approaching. Before your brain could catch up, Pedro walked into the room.

You panicked.

With lightning speed, you slammed your laptop shut, as if that alone could erase all evidence of your activities. But the sudden movement caught his attention immediately.

Pedro raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his deep brown eyes. “What was that?”

“Nothing,” you blurted, voice an octave too high.

“Oh, nothing, huh?” He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking like he already knew you were hiding something. “That was the most suspicious ‘nothing’ I’ve ever seen.”

You tried to play it cool. “Just... work stuff.”

He scoffed. “Uh-huh. Work stuff that makes you blush like that?”

Damn it. Your cheeks were burning.

He walked over, placing his hands on the back of your chair and leaning down until his face was right beside yours. “Come on, let me see,” he coaxed, voice smooth and teasing.

You shook your head rapidly. “Nope.”

“Please?”

“Nope.”

He grinned, lowering his voice into that dangerous tone. “Baby, please?”

Damn him and his irresistible charm.

With a dramatic sigh, you opened the laptop and handed it over. Pedro took one look at the screen and immediately started laughing. Like, full-body, shaking laughter.

“Oh my God,” he wheezed. “You’re reading fanfiction about me?”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “Just give it back.”

But he wasn’t done. His eyes scanned the words quickly, and then—oh no.

His smirk turned downright wicked.

“Wait, wait—this is a smut fic?” His grin widened as he kept reading. “Oh-ho-ho, this is explicit. Dios mío—is this what you think about when I’m not home?”

“Pedro—”

“Oh, wow. So you want me to do this to you tonight?” He glanced at you with faux innocence, tapping the screen. “Because I can make that happen, sweetheart.”

“Pedro, I swear—”

“Actually,” he mused, rubbing his chin. “This part? Right here? I could do better.”

Your soul left your body. “I hate you.”

“No, you love me.” He handed the laptop back, still smirking. “And apparently, you love reading about all the ways I could absolutely ruin you.”

You buried your face in a pillow as he laughed, obviously enjoying your suffering.

Then, after a moment, he leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Just so you know,” he murmured, voice dripping with promise, “you don’t have to read about it. You could always just ask.”

Your breath hitched.

Damn it.

You were never reading fanfiction around him again.

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[wingedblessing]

can't seem to forget you, even if your dead. jason todd x gn!reader summary: he dreams of you, yearns for you. cw: rushed fic, no beta - we die like the reader, angst, short fic, no pronouns used, somewhat established relationship(?), ooc!jason(?), reader has long since died, yearning jason, too much yearning actually. words: 687 words a/n: wrote this while im like half-asleep n im tempted to just sleep right now the time im writing this, but regarding that - enjoy this rushed fic!

Your touch feels warm to his skin, a contrast to how almost everyone shivered away from his touch, surprised by how cold his skin felt despite the warm weather blaring down.

A shaky, relieved sigh was let out from the man's lips, happy to see you peering down at him lying on the ground.

"Jason."

You called out, to which he nodded his head before responding.

"I'm here, I'm here." He responds, his hands reach out to touch your skin as his form shakily pulls you closer, you look like a saint from the lighting, and how warm you feel.

Eyes that could easily see any emotion in his, and a heart that beats closely to his own, with both of your hearts almost syncing together.

"I miss you so much." 

Your nails dig into his skin tightly, with your head resting against his shoulder before looking at his face again, you look so beautiful.

It was like you never aged a day, it was like you never changed from the first time he ever met you.

He couldn't care less about how messy he looked - about how everything around you two was a blur.

A fog.

Everything felt slow, gentle, and comfortable with you. He could feel his body softening from how a single touch from you alone made him weak.

"Can I?" He asks, a slight hesitation and worry in his voice, with his hands gently holding your face. There you were, still so beautiful. Your eyes, your hair, every little detail on your face hadn’t changed one bit.

Gosh. He feels like a little kid again.

Getting happy and excited.

"You don't even have to ask." You responded, your voice calling out to him like angels singing beautiful melodies to his ear as he began to lean in towards your face.

Ringing. Something was ringing faintly in the background as you looked down at him, before tilting your head downwards.

With your lips slowly leaning in closer towards his, he didn’t care the sleepless nights without you, he didn’t give a damn about how almost everything reminded him of you, even from the smallest things.

Jason finally gets to touch you, feel you, kiss you, see you, and cherish you.

Before feeling nothing but air hit his lips.

"I love you," A voice that was yours, morphs into a whisper, a husk of what you were as you leaned your head away from his.

No, no, no.

Please.

He grips your frame, he couldn't feel the corners of his eyes prickling with tears as he attempts to make you stay with him. Just to be with you a little longer, he didn’t want this end at all.

Only to feel your warmth leaving his arms.

Please, don't go.

Come back. “I’ll always do.” You smiled at him, with your eyes gleaming with those eyes that he misses so deeply, those eyes that he aches and begs for anything up there to give him back what was his.

To bring you back.

It jolts him awake from his slumber, with his breath frantic and uneven - his hands scramble to find your warm hands.

Only to feel nothing.

No warmth, none of that familiar feeling of comfort seeping through his skin, none.

Jason's eyes flutter open to find your side of the shared bed, empty. The only remaining part of you that still exists in his life was your lingering faint smell in the air, it was like whoever was up there liked to taunt him.

To make him go insane without your touch.

Your warmth, your eyes, everything. It was all stripped away from him, as if fate was telling him that even when he finally thinks that he’ll be happy, not worry about his past or anything, eventually, it crushes up into tiny pieces.

Right in front of his eyes.

His head was ringing with his consciousness not fully awake.

Jason felt your warm touch against his scarred skin, only to disappear in thin air again, as if you were a ghost haunting him.

Haunting him for his entire life.

"Jason."

Like a ghost.

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[mercuryport]

joyride

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[ahoyimlosingmymind]

ME ME ME

I need you to understand that when I say "comments are appreciated!" I mean that I will reply to every one of them. I mean that an email with an ao3 notification has a higher priority than a message from my mother. I mean that I will have entire discussions in the comment section if you're up for it. Message me on tumblr and I will have the same discussions on an even more unhinged level. I will dissect entire personalities and ships and fictional political structures and worldbuilding with you. I will become your new best friend. You already ARE my new best friend. At the last battle, I would raise Anduril and say "For my ao3 readers" while a single tears rolls down my cheek, and dive into the fray. I would upload from beyond the grave if someone asked about the next chapter

[kale-theteaqueen]

✨ PSA ✨

Every fic is entitled to at least one (1) full menstrual cycle between updates.

✨ Have a good day ✨

[dikolll]

I rarely make art based on fics, but here I got really inspired and decided to draw this image.🤓👆

[pedroshoney]

Hey weirdos!

If there’s nothing wrong with that story ‘Chlorine’ written and posted by @leviscreams because “it’s fictional” and “no one is harmed”. If it’s fine as long as it “kept in the Google doc” (it’s not) then why is it able to be reported TO TUMBLR under the category of CSAM????

IF YOU ARE DEFENDING THAT IF YOU LIKED IT OR COMMENTED (don’t worry I’ll let everyone know who you are 😇)

YOU ARE A CREEP! And you shouldn’t be anywhere near children. YOU ARE SICK!

it’s not about incest. It’s not about taboo.

SHE WROTE SOMETHING INVOLVING A MINOR. A CHILD.

IT. IS. CSAM.

[munsonhoneybaby]

having recently hit the year anniversary of my last fic i needed to see this post

hey, just as a btw, a fic or a series not uploading for a year doesn't mean its abandoned.

Sometimes the authors have shit going on, other wips, or! it just needs to sit and marinate for a bit. Collecting all the flavor and details it wouldn't have otherwise.

it's okay for updates to take a while.

And if you're impatient? Why not leave a nice comment telling us (the author(s)) what you love about the fic or series? say that you love it, and are "waiting eagerly for the next chapter" and/or that you "would love to see x or y happen because it would mean-"

This could be a new fandom vibe because of all the "i have to drop this while people are still interested" energy, but its not universal, and i don't believe its good for the fandom ecosystem.

Have patience, and have compassion. Remember that authors are human and these fics? (or comics, animatics, whatever) This is our art. We care about it just as much, if not more than you.

[athousandbyeol]

love me tender, love me forever. [faifawine fanfic]

because love like this isn’t rushed—it’s inevitable. and if it’s forever, then wine will surrender to it completely.

and because love like this is once in a lifetime—it's unforgettable. if it's forever, then faifa will succumb to it entirely.

[rekas-bitches]

I love, love, LOVE it when I can tell a fic author has integrated their specialized knowledge in a fic. I was reading a fic that at some point included the character going to visit an art therapist, and it's so clear that the author is an art therapist themself, and the details included are just immaculate and I love it. I've previously read about a character doing fencing for no other reason than the author clearly wanting to write a sport they understood. A character being given a hyperfixation on bugs just so the author can infodump themselves.

I eat it up every time, it brings such a smile to my face

[chodzacaparodia]

It's frustrating that you can come up with the plot of an entire fic in just a few seconds, but writing it all down can take anywhere from never to forever.

[its-ya-girl-phoeni]

@azure-aeon-soulstar

Me whenever @awesomegamer1 drops another banger fic

[the-coffee-fandom]

Had to make a meme to describe me currently

[blueflipflops]

Have you ever read a really good fic then looked up the author's other works and lo and behold a treasure trove of fics that are exactly your kind of shit? Because god that is what euphoria feels like. I love you random fic writers i unexpectedly find