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jack-daww · 8 months ago

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Fanfic writing asks!

2, 4, 7, 10, 29, 35, 49, and 77?

Ooh, thank you for the ask! Let's see...

2: Where do you get your fic ideas?

Hard to say. I get inspired by just about anything. Stuff I read, conversations I have, situations I've either been in or heard about, you get the gist. When something catches my interest, my brain will start screaming ideas at me until it either leaks oit of my ears or I start writing it down and throw it into the ideas folder. I'm almost constantly spewing ideas, but not all of them are good, so sometimes it just gets put in my notes app on my phone and deleted later for lack of detail.

4: How do you choose which fic to write?

Well, I have a folder on my laptop in which every fic idea gets noted down as its own document. When I finish a WIP, I look through that folder and choose whichever I have the clearest picture of. I usually keep every idea in mind and only need a small reminder of what I had planned for it, so it really comes down to where my mind goes. Sometimes I'll also have a plot for one of those ideas in mind, so I don't need to spend time choosing at all.

7: Post a snippet from a WIP

Well, it might take a little while for me to post this WIP, but have something from my latest oneshot:

"There are shelves upon shelves of books and other nick-knack, making the room look bigger and more cramped at the same time. The walls are full of paintings of all kind and there is a single lamp hanging in the middle of the room."

This story is about a tea shop (vaguely based on a shop I have been to irl) and its weird regulars, as seen by an outsider. I haven't managed to work on it since I got sick, but it's about 1/5 done, I think?

10: Do you work on multiple WIPs or stick to one fic at a time?

Uhm, I do work on multiple fics, but I try to keep it to two at most, a longer one and a oneshot. I mostly write oneshots, so yeah. Sometimes I also work on three (when counting my very long-time project) but more than that gets overwhelming and ends up with me not writing anything.

29: What's something about your writing that you're proud of?

Probably how I write emotions. I'm an angst writer, so you can imagine that a lot of situations I write tend to get messy. But I've been told my characterizations are realistic, as well as how I write emotions, so I'm pretty proud of that.

35: What's your favourite fic that you've posted?

This is hard. Uh, let me take a look at what I've posted. (I am opening multiple tabs to look through my fics for this question and the next one)

This one is probably it? I really like how I wrote magic here and while it's not my typical style (normally I'm not quite this poetic) it was fun to write! I like most of my fics, so this was a hard choice, but I feel like this is a s close to a favourite as it gets.

49: What fic of yours would you say introduction to you as a writer?

This is hard too, damn. Hm, I would say my first fic, but I don't think that would be accurate to who I am as a writer today? My writing has improved over the last two years after all.

I have two different main writing styles and different dynamics depending on what fandom I write for, so I can't really tell which one it should be. I hope naming two isn't cheating, lol.

I think these are pretty good examples of my typical writing style and they're rather recent too, so they don't have as many mistakes as my old fics might have.

The first one shows a group dynamic I enjoy and the second one is pretty good too, though from a different fandom and with a different focus. Both fics are mainly about interpersonal relationships, which is what I mostly write about, and the level of angst my fics reach on average. I was tempted to pick one of my mcd fics for this, but that wouldn't be very representative of my writing.

77: Why do you enjoy writing fanfiction?

Well, I enjoy writing because I like creating scenarios and trying to get people to feel stuff. But if the question is why I enjoy writing fanfiction specifically, hm. Probably because I like exploring how characters react or playing around with character dynamics? Sometimes I want to portrait a specific dynamic/scenario/emotion and I can do that easier when the characters already exist. Also, the community is nice.

#answered asks #ask game

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snonkerdoodledreams · 8 months ago

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something that happened at a library that made me really uncomfortable

Tw: mentions of child abuse, self harm, nosy people

A few days ago I was discussing something with a friend. This was in the library and there was another friend there.

Let's call my friend Nattie and this other friend Dana.

Basically me and Nattie were sitting together on one side of the table and Dana was sitting on the other side. Nattie doesn't like Dana because they have a tendency to diss other people and look at things they weren't specifically invited to look at. I didn't have any such compunctions against Dana other than the fact that I'm pretty sure they lied about their skill level to get into the orchestra.

A little background about me--I'm extremely hesitant about sharing certain things with my friends (like the reality of the abuse I'm going through, my presence on Tumblr/my fanfiction writing [because that could get back to my mother really quick]) because I shared some of them once and my abusive found the text messages while going through my phone and my sane parent and I had to come up with a whole bunch of excuses really quick. It had to do with my self-harm incident a few months ago.

I had written a Planes fanfic earlier that day which I wasn't planning on sharing with anyone, rather opting for getting home, proofreading, and then publishing. I was putting the final touches on it in the library when Nattie leaned over to see what I was doing. Cut to the worst cover up in history as I attempt to open multiple tabs that are Incognito (because I was working on the fic in Incognito mode) before realizing that Incognito looks sketchy and then attempting to open tabs in my normal account which somehow opens up to the Planes movie and trying in vain to open a window in my school account so that it would look normal. Oh, and during all of this, Dana comes over and tries looking over my shoulder at what is going on. I'm nearly cussing and Nattie is dying of laughter, while Dana (it didn't seem like this to me at the time, but since she did what she did this is what I'll say) seems to be silently judging me. Finally Nattie reaches over and closes my laptop. Dana goes and sits back where they were.

Nattie knew that I was writing something and since I was helping Nattie with the story that they were writing (original), they wanted to see mine.

So I relented, and opened another tab in my browser, typing into the search bar that this was the way we would talk about It because I wasn't really comfortable talking out loud because Dana was there. Nattie understood and typed out some funny things, which led to the both of us typing roasts and stuff out to each other in the search bar.

Remember, this Is all to keep Dana and the rest of the people in the library from knowing what we're talking about. This is the part that nettles me the most--Dana literally comes around and tries to look at what we're typing. I don't remember what happened next because I might have closed the computer or told Dana that this was private. Either way Dana goes to talk to another one of our friends, Rory. Nattie reads the rest of the fic and complains (verbally) about my purple prose and teases me about writing Planes smut (which I didn't do!...yet).

But the thing I am literally absolutely hung up on is what changed my perception and if I'm being honest respect for Dana drastically. Listen, I get it--I'm the kind of person that likes to look at things and gets a little nosy while doing it--Im a serial accidental eavesdropper. But still. I would've thought that even from an outsiders POV it would be obvious that it was private. I mean, why the fuck else would we be typing out messages to each other rather than speaking out loud? I'm just confused as to why Dana tried to come and look over our shoulders at what we were doing--it was clear that it was not for them to see. It just bothers me a lot, especially since I'm already really uncomfortable sharing this stuff and Nattie was the only person I felt comfortable sharing it with.

#tw child abuse mention #tw self harm mention #nosy people #rant

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fictiondetox · 1 year ago

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Day 2

Hi. My name is... well, you can call me Cy. I'm a 2⍰ year old trans man (he/him or they/them), and... I'm addicted to sexual content. I never thought I would be in a situation where it would be less embarrassing to say I'm addicted to porn, but that's not exactly what this is. I'm addicted to reading erotic material, especially fanfiction.

I've felt for a while that this might be the case, but I never wanted to admit it to myself. But a few days ago, I discovered something that made me realize it was time to start acknowledging this. As if being addicted to fanfiction wasn't embarrassing enough, I stumbled across a TikTok - yes, a TikTok - that talked about how edging can really fuck with your mental and physical health if it's done often, and I realized that by reading erotic fiction for hours every day, that's essentially what I'm doing. I had considered this as a possibility, way in the back of my mind (I have a psych degree, and I studied the relationship between dopamine and addiction a good amount in college), but hearing some random person say it out loud forced me to face it head-on. I've been very sick lately, mentally and physically, and while I think there are a lot of contributing factors, I believe the dysregulation of dopamine in my system is one of them.

I've been reading explicit fanfiction since I was 13 years old. Fanfiction in general played a major role in helping me discover my gender and sexuality, and I'm grateful for that, but that doesn't change the fact that I was reading and writing sexual material way too young.

I've been involved in my current fandom for about 4 years and have slowly gotten into reading and writing fanfiction for it in that time. It started off harmlessly enough, but even as far back as two years ago, I noticed it taking up more of my time than I wanted it to. I was starting to read stories that paired characters that I didn't even like together just to get more content. I was lying down next to my partner after she fell asleep, secretly reading explicit fanfic on my phone. I was playing out fanfiction scenarios in my head while driving, while working, while on the bus, etc.

It's only gotten worse in the past year. I'm trapped in a job that I hate, and fanfic has been one of my primary escapes from that. But it's turned from fairly standard, vanilla fics into extreme kink/BDSM stories, things that actually feel disrespectful to the people involved in the canon content. I've even gone as far as reading it on my breaks at work, which just makes me feel like a creep.

I've been experiencing a lot of fatigue, pain, and headaches that seem to have gotten worse as I've started reading more and more hours per day. I thought that I was reading so much because I was too tired to do anything else, and while that may be true, I think it's a cycle - the reading may be what's causing my symptoms in the first place due to fluctuating, addiction-type dopamine levels.

I want to be done justifying it to myself. I don't know if I can say that I'm done reading it for good, but I'm confident that I can't justify it anymore. I'm 2 days "clean" but still have all the tabs open for the fics I never finished, and honestly, the ones with heavy plots are going to be a bitch to let go of, like abandoning a book you love and knowing you'll never finish it.

I have no idea what my plan is from here. But I'm hoping that keeping a sort of journal here will help me. No negativity will be tolerated here; this is a space for me to log my progress and setbacks and to ultimately grow into a happier and healthier version of myself.

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bylightofdawn · 2 years ago

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AHAHAH I have been trying to write since I got off of work at 10 and holy fuckballs my ADD tonight has been OFF THE CHARTS. And tumblr is definitely the culprit. I have two new big fics I want to read and transfer to my kindle thanks to my skimming the fanbinding tag and found a trove of SW fanfics someone posted about.

And then I fell down the Jaster Mereel rabbithole.

But I am SO CLOSE to finishing chapter 16. I just need to get my brain to shut the fuck up long enough and stay focused enough to write like...another 500 words or something stupidly doable like that. Ughhhhhh

I go to my GP next week for a med check and refill and I am seriously debating having a conversation with him about whether or not I have adult ADD. I don't know if it's just the older I get the more scattered my attention gets or what but it's seriously starting to affect my life in weird ways. I just don't know if I WANT to open that door and go the medication route or if there are non-medication routes I can explore first. Ugh okay I'm going to completely close out every tab I have for tumblr, I'm going to shut off my phone because if it's not tumble distracting me it's random reddit alerts of twitch alerts and no wonder I question if I have adult ADD I'm constantly getting overwhelmed with push notification on my social media.

EDIT: CHAPTER 16 IS COMPLETE. Wow I think I wrote an entire near 4K chapter in one day.

Fuck yes, inspiration keep that shit coming!

Now whether or not it's complete shit is totally subjective at 1am but Imma take the W and crawl into bed now. I might end up picking up some extra hours tomorrow for work so I don't know if I'll have time to write tomorrow.

NGL I broke my own a little bit writing this chapter. A theme in this and the past few chapters have been Jaster is extremely sleep deprived because of [plot spoilers I don't know if I've talked about or not]. And people keep telling him to go the fuck to sleep until Mij finally snaps and has a Come to Jesus™ talk about how he's being dumb and he shouldn't be pushing himself so hard because he's not a spring chicken anymore

And Plo has the unhappy realization that oh yeah, Jaster is pushing 50 and technically halfway through his lifespan and one day he's going to have to face the reality that he's going to outlive him. Because how many retired ori'ramikad do you know?

Annnnnnnd I inflicted emotional damage on myself with that one.

🤷‍♀️

Alright, bed time for me.

#el writes #get me off this hellsite

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thran-duils · 3 years ago

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And Those I Can’t Charm, I Can Kill (P.3)

Title: And Those I Can’t Charm, I Can Kill (Part Three) Summary: Fem!Reader x Mafia!Tony Stark. Too many fringe gangs were making ties and your father noticed. He reached out to the Stark mob for an alliance, offering up a piece of his territory at first. When Stark told him he had enough land, your father offered up the next best thing: you. He knew Stark needed a wife and what better way to solidify a relationship between the two mafia families? You were not naïve, you knew the life and you were trained with guns and negotiations. Your father had made sure of that. The two of you had seen each other on multiple occasions at mafia get togethers and knew of each other. Stark accepted the transaction but little did he know he was going to get a little hellion handed over to him that would not kiss the ground he walked on. He would grow to love it too. Words: 2,559 Warnings (more WILL be added, I am sure): Eventual smut, power dynamics, sexism, smut, public sex, fingering, dom/sub powerplay, kidnapping, violence, death, knife kink, gun kink, angst with a happy ending Author’s Note: I’ve been listening to this song on repeat for AN HOUR as I’ve been writing this. What a club song.

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A handful of days later, you were following a bouncer through a crowded club. You and your friends had gone out to dinner and Tony had told you on the phone to come here after dinner. It was Natasha’s birthday, and you were supposed to be there to celebrate it with them. He had granted you permission to bring some of your friends. You were unsure if it was just him being nice or if he wanted to know who your friends were for a better read on you. Perhaps it was both.

“This is nice!” One of your friends said in your ear as the group of you were let into the roped off VIP area.

The plush, white seats of the multiple long booths were glimmering in the neon lights and your eyes were drawn to the sectioned video screen, watching the underwater animation on the different screens. Some people were already here, but the only one you recognized was Bucky. He was sitting with a couple of other men, and he gave you a little wave. You acknowledged him in return and noticed he took his phone out. There was a large chance he was texting Tony to let him know that you were there. Keeping tabs still and the thought of it made you scowl.

Even more so when you knew Tony was not there yet. If he wanted you here so bad, where was he? You could have gone to a bar after dinner for a while rather than just coming straight here like he requested. He had been on a business trip the last couple of days, and you were not close to Natasha. It was all about appearances for him. Appear happy. Appear like a power couple. You had acted your part well the other day in the restaurant and he had been satisfied with that. You had felt a flutter of pride seeing how he smiled at you, how impressed he had been at how you handled yourself. Like he saw some worth in you other than a trophy wife.

“Where are the drinks?” Your friend asked, interrupting your thoughts, and you snorted.

“My thoughts exactly.”

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Tony walked into the VIP section, followed by Rhodey and Bruce. His eyes were running over the people in there, some of them from his crew and the others, Y/N’s friends. He quickly realized Y/N was nowhere in sight and he sighed, annoyance bubbling in his chest. He had specifically told her to come here after they finished dinner. It was after 10:30pm; there was no way she was still eating dinner.

He had been in Atlanta the last couple of days and had just gotten back home mere hours beforehand.

Donning a mask of contentment, he walked over to the table where Natasha was sitting with Clint. He held out the bag he was holding, and Natasha waved him off.

“You did not need to buy me anything. You already provided this amazing space to celebrate me.”

“Take it or I’ll make you open it,” he half teased.

She kissed his cheek and he smiled in response, handing the bag off to her.

Standing straight again, his eyes landed on the ladies in the booth. Bucky was nowhere in sight, so he could not ask him, so he walked over to the women. They eyed him, some looking at him with curiosity, others with arousal.

“Ladies,” he greeted.

“Mr. Stark?” one of them ventured.

He flashed a smile, “Guilty. Can any of you tell me where my lovely wife is? Did she leave?”

“She’s dancing!” The woman closest to him answered over the music.

Tony exhaled, “Right. Okay. Thank you.”

“Thank you for inviting us!” the first girl said and he nodded.

“Anything to make Y/N feel more comfortable.”

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Near the railing, Bucky had already realized himself Y/N was not upstairs with the group when he noticed Tony arrived, so he was putting eyes on the crowd outside the VIP section where he had a better view of the dance floor. He was hoping to get an eye on her before Tony did in case anything was less than savory. She had left the section awhile ago and had not come back. In his drunk haze, he had not been paying close enough attention to the amount of time. Stupid stupid stupid. She was a target as much as Tony now, probably even more so because she could be held for ransom as collateral. He should have been paying more attention. He was not her body guard though; that had been Erick. And he had followed her down.

“Christ,” Bucky said to himself as he spotted Y/N near the bar.

“What?” Bruce asked him, his hand coming to rest on the railing as he peered over the crowd.

Bucky startled at Bruce’s voice but recovered quickly. “Where’s Tony?”

“Right here,” Tony answered from behind him. Bucky swallowed sharply before turning his head. “Where’s Y/N? Her friends said she was dancing.” He joined them at the railing. “Has she been drinking a lot?”

“They had a couple shots when she was up here. She left about twenty minutes ago to go downstairs. Erick went with her,” Bucky informed him. He saw Erick was off to the side though, not interfering with the scene in front of him. “She’s by the bar… with that guy.”

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The man’s hand slipped up your skirt and you stiffened.

Trying to pull away you turned around to face him. Taking a step back you kept dancing but carved out some space for yourself. The guy looked amused by the action and his hands were pawing at your hips again, yanking you close again. His hands slipped back, gripping at your ass.

“Okay,” you forced out a laugh, hands coming to his arms. “Let’s keep it friendly.”

“I’m being perfectly friendly,” he answered, refusing to let you get away.

Attempting to pull away, you said, “Friendly as in PG. No hands up the skirts.”

The guy chuckled, trying to pull you back to him. “Sweetheart, with legs like that, can you blame me for trying to touch you?”

“Yes, I can,” you told him, pulling away with more force this time. “We’re dancing, not dry humping.”

“Is there a difference?” he asked, still all smiles but you could see the tight lines at his eyes. The smile was becoming more forced. He was getting impatient. He was on you again, hands coming to your sides.

“I’m married. There’s a big—” you started to say before you were suddenly jerked away from the guy and a figure came in between the two of you.

It took you a few moments to register it was your husband. His back was to you but you could sense he was enraged.

“The fuck is your problem?” the guy shouted at Tony above the music.

“My problem is you’re touching my wife!”

The guy’s eyes shot to you, where you were standing behind Tony. He tried to brush of the awkwardness by crassly laughing, “Maybe you should tell your ‘wife’ to not be such a slut and guys like me wouldn’t put their hands on her!”

Tony’s fist collided with his center, right below the rib cage. The guy’s eyes bulged, gasping for air. Tony socked him again in the same spot with precision, causing his knees to buckle. Tony’s closed fist came down hard across his cheek, whiplashing the guy’s head and knocking him completely to the ground. The crowd had parted, and it was just the pair of them in the small circle, the music still bumping. The guy had not even stood a chance.

He turned on you now and your eyes were wide, shocked he had just beaten the crap out of someone in front of everyone.

“You. Me. Upstairs,” Tony ordered loudly to you, his hand clamping down around your arm.

“They’re gonna call the cops!” you gasped.

“They shouldn’t. I own the place,” Tony responded gruffly, his hand tight around your arm as he dragged you away.

When had he taken over? This place used to be Balthazar’s. Erick was there suddenly, and he was already pulling the guy to his feet. He told Tony he had it and Tony barely registered that he had heard him. You felt eyes on the pair of you as he moved through the crowd that parted easily for him at first but the further you got from the scene, it was a normal inebriated crowd dancing their lives away.

Tony was pulling you up the stairs and turned you away from where the VIP section was on the other end of the upper floor.

“What are you doing? Where are we going?” you demanded.

He did not answer you and took you down the hall that was marked Exit. He held up his watch to the door and it unlocked, and he pulled you inside. There were a couple of men sitting on the couches inside the room – you guessed it was the manager’s office.

“Get out!” Tony barked at them, and they scrambled to do what he said as quickly as possible.

As the door locked close again, Tony whipped you around him and let go of your arm in a fluid motion. His nostrils flared, his eyes wide with his anger. He was visibly shaking when he snarled, “How dare you disrespect me like that! Not even just in public but in my own fucking club!”

Just as enraged at being handled like you had been, you shouted back, “I didn’t ask him to touch me like that, Tony! I was trying to get away from him! Or were you too wrapped up in your own damn ego to notice that?”

Tony snorted, “You didn’t have to ask him if you were already dancing on your own! Seems to me you were looking for trouble! You should have stayed upstairs!”

“Yeah well, good thing you were there! I apparently need a handler!”

Tony was on you, hovering. “I’m glad you recognize that because you drive me insane!”

You shoved him and his eyes were wild, angry you had done it. Well, fucking good! He was blaming you for something you had not done, and he did not need to be so goddamn close. You did it again when he still didn’t give you space.

“I drive you insane?” you demanded.

“Immensely!”

“Right back at you!” you retorted. “Maybe you shouldn’t accuse me of things I haven’t done! You did the right thing taking me away, but your anger is completely misdirected! I wasn’t trying to disrespect you! I wanted to just dance! And then some guy comes and lays hands all over me! I told him I was married and he didn’t care! That was the problem! Not me wanting to dance! Redirect your anger, you pompous asshole!”

Tony’s hand came up to lazily point at his chest, sarcasm dripping, “Oh, I’m an asshole?”

“Did I stutter?”

“According to you, I just saved you from an uncomfortable situation!”

“Do you want me to throw you a fucking parade for acting like a decent human being who saw someone in trouble and came to the rescue?”

“You’re so goddamn overdramatic!”

“Overdramatic?”

“Did I stutter?” Tony spat back.

Your chests heaving from your passion, the anger thrumming, the two of you stared daggers through the other. The music was muffled by the door, only the bass thumping.

The air was tight.

Tony’s lips parted ever so slightly, and your eyes fell to the movement for a brief second before meeting his gaze again.

Too tight. It was spilling over.

You threw hands at him but in a different type of aggressiveness. Your fingers curled into his shirt, yanking him to you instead of away. Your lips crashed together, and his arms found their home around you. Your back hit the wall and he was grinding his pelvis into you, both of you gasping for brief air in between passionate kisses. His hands ruched your dress up over your hips and he quickly came to grip at your ass as he groaned into your kiss.

“Unzip me,” you gasped and he did so without any more direction, shoving the dress down your body, leaving you in your bra and thong.

Tony was breathing erratic, watching you hungrily.

“Lose them,” you told him, meaning his jeans, tugging at them, and he caught the gist.

The two of you moved in tandem, shredding clothing left and right until you found yourselves up against the couch, the back of Tony’s calves hitting it first. Climbing up and straddling him, you dipped down, holding his jaw as you kissed him with fervor. Tony’s tongue slipped past your lips, swirling around you own. You moaned into his mouth, grinding your hips and he responded in like.

His hands were gripping at the base of your ass, pulling you closer, forcing your pussy to brush against him harder.

You pulled away and he instinctively followed, his lips still pursed. You smiled at the sight, and he noticed, expression falling if only for a moment. You guided him to your entrance and you sunk slowly. His fingers flexed, his breath catching.

“God, you’re drenched,” he murmured, his cock fitting inside, brushing every nerve. “You’ve been such a goddamn tease.”

“A tease?” you asked, sinking completely and he groaned loudly, fully seated inside. “Maybe I was waiting for you to prove yourself! Apparently you can handle me.” You pulled back up, only his head buried in your folds to tease him. “What a coincidence.”

Tony responded with digging his fingers into your thighs and he thrusted hard.

Nipping at his nose, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“Stop stalling,” he growled. He was impatient.

He had been waiting for this for so long, you could gather that. If what your friend had overheard at the wedding was any indication of that. Well, you were going to let him have it.

You were bouncing, your thighs slapping against his. You were falling into the complete and pure pleasure. It was different with him; he was yours, you were his. You controlled the movements and he let you. He was so goddamn attractive and you felt the emotion overwhelming you that you were really married to this man. You needed to stake your claim and it only made you ride harder.

Tony held you close, whispering about how beautiful you were and how lucky he was. Bite marks were left along the top of your breasts, his tongue swirling around your nipples and sucking in. He was worshiping you, completely lost.

And when he gripped you tightly, you gasped when you felt his cum coating, finishing deep. His hand came down, almost slapping, and his thumb found your clit between your bodies. He was rubbing with precision, encouraging you in soft tones.

“C’mon, baby.”

He had you tumbling and him still fully seated inside, the two of you shared in a moan as you clenched.

You grinded your hips once more, enjoying the feeling of him inside. The intimacy was what had been missing, the two of you holding out on the other, too preoccupied with being shielded. This felt good and you hoped it was not a fluke.

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Marvel tags: @coconutqueen21 @undecidedsworld @holl2712 @agustdowney @biiskuitx @buttercupfangirl

Fic tags: @patheticallysentimental

#tony stark x reader #mafia tony stark #mob tony stark #mob!tony stark #mafia!tony stark #my shit

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mostlymaudlin · 3 years ago

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Fanfic Asks 2 and 18 ❤️

thank u stacy!!

2. What’s next on your ‘to-read’ list? (Fan fiction or otherwise)

im such a weird fic reader lol -- i always want to have an Experience when i read them, so when i see something cool i tend to copy the link into my google keep & label it (with like, length and tropes and stuff), so that i can go into it when im in the Mood and pick something from there through the labels. unless i see it posted/promo-ed when im Ready, in which case i read it like immediately hahah.

this is all to say -- hard q for me to answer!! ive had a @martsonmars's fic open in a tab on my phone for ages because im excited about it but keep blanking whenever i actually am in a place where i can read. so hopefully that is next LOL .. this is the fic, even without having read it i know its gonna be a banger:

Show Me Who You Are (E), 11k

When Simon comes back to Watford with wings and a tail, Baz knows his life will become hell.

But maybe there's more than one way to let off pent-up frustration and sexual tension, and Simon's tail certainly agrees.

18. Do you have a fic reading/writing routine?

i kind of answered the reading above, which is that it's unhinged, ultra-organized chaos hahaha. i tend to binge too -- i reread all of @stillmadaboutpetra's EXCELLENT "Stars are a light" series (which i have waxed on about excessively) in like 36 hours lol.

for writing, i'm definitely an outliner. it's important to me to keep an eye on the bigger picture -- i want everything in the story to feel purposeful. even for short stuff, i'll usually spit out a really ugly outline first with lil bits of detail (usually the stuff that inspired me to write it). then edit that (often trimming down a lot of fun but not necessary stuff), and then stick that in the left side of a two column table in google docs. then i write on the right side so i can kinda see where im going and where i've been.

im also terribly slow about actually drafting. i was taught to write in newsrooms, and speed is the emphasis there -- getting it right the first time so that your edit can be quick and you can get it to print. i dont usually do a second draft, just tweak wording things and add/delete lil bits for clarity/emphasis. sometimes i find a theme or motif toward the end that i go back and sprinkle throughout so that it hits harder lol. but in general the outlining helps in that i dont usually have to shift around scenes or anything like that. (although maybe my readers have different opinions about that need idk hahaha. at any rate, i DONT usually shift things around).

i can never shut up on these things lmao i love talking abt writing !!!

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#my writing #long post

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your-world-with-nct · 4 years ago

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— definitely not late for jungwoo’s birthday 🥰

💌 • 11:38am

“guess who?”

the sudden voice practically made you jump out of your skin, your pen falling onto your open notebook as you felt a pair of hands cover your eyes.

“kim jungwoo, one day, i swear, i’ll– you know what, just, sit down,” you sighed, patting the spot next to you as engineeringmajor!jungwoo tossed his bag off of his shoulder and sat down.

“aww, look at you pretending that you weren’t waiting for me,” he cooed, fishing a cereal bar out of his bag and taking a bite of it.

it had become a bit of a habit that you and jungwoo would sit and study in the outdoor area of the library after finding out a few months ago that you shared, not only the same free period, but also the same taste in music.

while he’d whip out his laptop and do… whatever it is that mechanical engineering majors did (jungwoo wasn’t the most productive person so you never really knew what he was supposed to be doing) and you’d work through your endless assignments, you’d share headphones and alternate who was playing the music every day, eventually leading to both of you discovering new artists and giving each other song recommendations.

after many study sessions spent together, you had gotten used to jungwoo’s presence and had formed an unlikely, yet unbreakable bond with the sweet boy, and, to be honest, doing work at your spot simply wasn’t the same when you were alone.

which is exactly why you created a playlist of the tracks he played all the time, with a sprinkle of your own favourites, to remind you of jungwoo and to motivate you when you were working at home or with your friends.

“i wasn’t waiting for you,” you huffed, but you both knew that was a lie, “i just happened to be looking around before you got here.”

jungwoo chuckled, combing his hand through his soft caramel locks, “yeah, yeah, okay, now pass me your headphones, it’s your day today.”

gladly handing over the singular earphone that was laying on the table, you resumed the playlist you were playing before without thinking, immediately going back to your work after the whirlwind of distractions jungwoo brought. not that you were complaining—you were enjoying taking in the beauty of the boy in front of you rather than scrutinising the dozens of tabs of resources open on your laptop.

a comfortable silence settled between the two of you as you fell into the natural rhythm of the music and your usual routine, the time flying by until your free period was coming to an end.

as you both subconsciously began packing your things away, jungwoo bopping his head to the beats in his right earphone, he tapped you on the shoulder, “hey, which one of your playlists is this? i swear you’ve never played this one before, can i see it so i can add some of the songs to mine?”

“sure, wait, lemme just unlock my phone, aaaand, there you go,” you mindlessly passed your phone to him, too busy double checking if all of your documents were saved before shutting down your laptop.

“uhhh, y/n?” the music halted in your ear and was replaced by jungwoo calling you instead,

you hummed in response, turning to face him and being met with his confused expression and something… unexpected on your screen.

‘pov: i can hear the songs that are stuck in my soulmate’s head except kim jungwoo’s my soulmate’—in your defence, you named that playlist after binge-reading several fanfics, and, well, you never intended to show jungwoo that any time soon, especially not right now.

“i… that’s just, i mean, uh, i— don’t read the playlist description!!” wow, that was the best thing your flustered brain could come up with. great.

jungwoo tilted his head, mirroring that of an adorable puppy, whispering the words under his breath as he did exactly what you advised him against, his eyes widening, “y/n, i—”

“i promise it’s not in a creepy way, i just— you know what? forget it,” slinging your bag over your shoulder, you went to snatch your phone from jungwoo’s hand, not expecting his hand to wrap around yours and whip you around to face him. “as if a playlist for you wasn’t cliche enough,” you whispered under your breath, with no intent of him hearing it.

“cliche? y/n, this is one of the sweetest things anyone’s ever done for me, even if it wasn’t, well, for me— anyways, seeing you appreciate the music i share with you just makes my heart, i don’t know, go... insane? you know what, i don’t know how else to say this, here,” jungwoo pressed a few buttons, and placed your phone back in your hand, displaying his account and a playlist you didn’t recognise.

‘if there is no answer, y/n is my answer’ was splashed on the top of the screen, followed by a list of songs you’d played for him in the past and some of jungwoo’s favourite love songs.

“you really think i wouldn’t do the same for you? i keep all of your song recs in one place,” he scratched his nape, avoiding your intense gaze, as your eyes flickered from your phone to his face, “how else am i supposed to work when you’re not with me?”

not knowing how to respond, you simply smiled at jungwoo’s cute mumbles, pressing a song on his playlist and pocketing your phone.

although the wordless melody was not what you were aiming for, you felt that the ambience of the instrumental conveying your feelings for one another better than either of you could currently articulate.

besides, the ultimate satisfaction and comfort you felt whilst dancing in the arms of the man you loved wasn’t something you could exactly explain out loud. at least music would always be able to connect you and jungwoo, even when words couldn’t do the job.

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unabashegirl · 4 years ago

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“Wear something noticeable”(II)

Author’s note: HELLO EVERYBODY! I hope you all have a wonderful day! I know this is long overdue! I read all your request asking for the second part.

If you have read the first part then STOP 🛑. Click on my masterlist, scroll all the way down and check out the first part! (or just click here)

I also remind you that the REQUESTS ARE OPEN for all of your HARRY concepts, imagines, fanfics! Just let me know!

Enjoy! 💛💕

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The task was easier said than done. She stayed up hours, rummaging through her closet looking for the perfect outfit. She tried on every single outfit and pretended to dance in front of the mirror just to get a notion of what she could potentially look like. At some point, she even managed to tear up, sitting on a pile of clothes that she classified as too basic. At some point, she considered calling Harry and canceling. She cursed at the day she stopped shopping in abundance and keeping tabs on the latest trends. Eventually, the closet ran out of choices for her. She had to make an executive decision with what she had laid out in the bed.

At seven o'clock, a black suburban showed up at the front of her apartment complex. She felt eager and very nervous. It was her first proper concert. She had gone to see the Jonas Brothers when she was younger, but she could hardly remember it. Plus, it's not the type of concert that you gloat to your friends. Y/N had also never attended a concert on her own. On top of everything, she didn't know anyone aside from Harry. Nonetheless, he was a sufficient reason for her to attend. She enjoyed every passing second by his side. Harry made her forget her fears and the hardships of life with a single look and simple conversations.

The arena was smaller than she foresaw. As soon as the car pulled outside the back entrance, she was able to hear the boisterous cheers from his fans.

”Welcome” A woman a bit older than her greeted her. Aside from the big smile, she wore a headpiece attached to the back of her ear. ”Y/N, right?”. She responded by giving her a small nod. She felt intimidated by the multitude of people around them. ”I am Alice. I am at your service. Whatever you need — just let me know”. By the time that Alice started leading the way into the arena, the car that had brought her had driven away.

They quietly walked down a wide, grey hallway with the black boxes of equipment piled on the sides. Every step they took made the volume of the cheers more intense. She was glad that she had opted to wear sneakers. Who could stand in a crowded room with heels on for almost three hours? — an actual masochist.

It took them a few seconds until they finally came across two double doors. It was behind the doors where most people hung around. Y/N kept her head down and ignored that evident gazes from others. Alice led the way into a smaller room with a more cozy atmosphere. The room was carpeted but had a smaller, printed one over it. A coffee table was placed on with several, crinkled bottles scattered over it. It reminded her of her nightstand at home and how she needed to clear it out before inviting someone in.

”Harry will come back in a few” Y/N smiled at Alice and once again she nodded. ”please help yourself to any drinks or snacks on the table,” She said pointing to a large table at the end of the room covered with them.

”Thank you, Alice. You are really kind” Y/N finally said before she was left on her own. She was relieved that she would get to see Harry before the show started. Seeing him had the potential to make her anxiety and nervousness come to an end. She just needed a few seconds with him, maybe a hug too, even a kiss if she was lucky.

She walked around the room and came to halt when she came across a rack of clothes. She wasn't oblivious to Harry’s notorious good sense of fashion. It was actually the reason why she was so nervous when she chose her outfit. He made his daily life a runway show. He served looks.

Y/N reached out to run her fingers over the fabrics but stopped herself before she could. Her hands suddenly felt dirty and not worthy of touching the expensive material. She stared at them for a few minutes before taking a water bottle and settling down on the edge of the couch. A few minutes passed by and her social media wasn’t enough to keep her entertained for so long. Every time someone walked passed or heard a loud voice, she would sit up straight and block her phone. She only stopped looking at the door when her social media scrolling came to an abrupt halt by an incoming phone call.

”Hello” His rough, heavy voice was enough to put a smile on her face instantly. ”I hope they are treating you right” Harry stared out of the window of the car, on his way to the arena. His previous commitment had taken longer than expected. He was late for the show.

”They are. Alice is wonderful” Y/N kept smiling. She was infatuated with him. It all seemed so silly to her, but it felt right. Harry also kept smiling, hiding his happiness from the rest of the crew in the car.

None of them said a word; they just listened to each other's breathing.

”It's all a bit intimidating — isn't it?” Harry addressed the elephant in the room. He knew she probably had a million questions about his life under the spotlight and his work.

”It’s just hectic,” She answered truthfully. Y/N had observed multiple people running pass the dressing room a million times in the last half an hour.

”I’ll answer all your questions after the show, ” He wanted transparency before everything. He was tired of keeping his significant others in the dark with the fear that they wouldn't be able to handle the baggage that came with dating him.

”After the show? I am not going to get to see you before?” Harry could sense her small frown from miles away.

”My radio appearance took longer than expected. I had every intention of seeing you, ” Harry revealed. Last night’s kiss hadn't been enough for him. Most of the night, he rolled around in bed, replaying the events in his mind. He couldn't get over the way her lips tasted or the tingling that she left on his. He craved her. ”what are you wearing?”

”That is highly inappropriate, Styles, ” Her cheeks turned crimson red as she bit down the inside of her cheek attempting to prevent a smirk from forming.

”Just for me to know what to look out for” Harry felt nervous. He had a respectable experience with performing for millions of people. It was Y/N presence that made everything much different.

”I am not giving anything away, ” She wanted him to look for her.

”that’s unfair, ” He states. Harry’s initial intention was to keep an eye on her all night. He wanted to see her unravel and let go.”I guess I'll just have to look hard enough, ” However, he enjoyed the chase. It made the concert even more entertaining.

”I guess so, ” Just as she said that Alice marched her way into the room; interrupting the intimate conversation between the couple. ”Alice is in here,” She tells him.

”That’s my queue to hang up” Alice was there to take Y/N to the front of the stage. ”Tell her that I’ll be there in 3,” He was just pulling up to the front of the arena. ”I'll see you out there, ”

” Okay” She smiled as she rose to her feet and slowly walked to his assistant. They said quick goodbyes and hung up. It was showtime.

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Noisy was an understatement of what the cheers for him were when he walked out with all his pride. Y/N strategically placed herself slightly left to where his mic stood. She was within the ten first rows in between a group of girls, younger than her. They even had a small heart attack when he first stepped out.

Y/N was delighted that she had declined Alice's offer to stay within the VIP area. She would have missed the incredible euphoria that the crowd provided. Everyone danced and sang with the stranger beside them. His music and presence were enough to break the distrust that one stranger felt toward the other. They all felt like a big family for three whole hours.

Y/N was more than mesmerized by the energy that the beautiful man on stage brought to every single song. He was confident, fearless, and funny on stage. The tone of his voice was enough to make a shiver run down her spine and for her skin to cover with goosebumps in a matter of seconds. She was captivated by him.

“How are you?” He smiles as he reaches over for a guitar. The crowd roared for him as he strapped it over his shoulders and refreshed himself with a water bottle. “I hope yeh like the next song” It's the last thing that he said before To Be So Lonely started to get played.

While everyone in the area was captivated by his voice, he was too distracted by searching for her. His eyes first scanned the front of the stage. There were a few times he had to do double-takes before he moved on to the left side.

A soft light shined over the crowd, illuminating the faces of the first few rows; and that's when he spotted her. It didn't take him much time to find her. Her beauty singled her out of the bunch. Their eyes connected as a smile grew on his face. He felt instant relief knowing that she was safe and wasn't getting trampled by the other fans. Alice had let him know about the change of plans. She was kinda embarrassed and disappointed that she hadn't been able to convince her. Her stubbornness made him like her even more. She was the cause behind the big smile that he wore at the beginning of the concert. As he watched her from the stage, he didn't regret changing the setlist at the last minute. Playing a relatively slow song had allowed him to find her quicker.

There wasn't much any of them could say with words to the other, but their eyes and smiles spoke millions. Harry couldn't stop smiling and chuckling as she gave him thumbs up from the crowd. Mitch — who stood close by couldn't ignore their intimate interaction among the chaos. It was cute.

After finding her, he was able to fully enjoy the concert to its maximum capacity. That is not to say that he didn't try to impress her with her voice or terrible jokes. Watermelon Sugar was the closing track for the night. Harry tried his best to join the fun, but it was difficult to pay attention to something else than her.

Y/N danced around with her arms in the air, raised above her, and her hair flying everywhere. She had even danced with the other young woman beside her. It was always refreshing to see someone enjoying the music rather than trying to get a picture or a video of him. He even caught her at one point singing along. He was rather surprised that she had taken the time to learn one of his songs.

Before Harry sang the last verse of the song, someone gripped Y/N’s forearm. It was Alice— escorting her back to backstage. In order to prevent her from getting lost with the large crowd. Y/N gave Harry a small smile before following Alice back.

She was back in the dressing room when he strode in with all his glory. He was slightly sweaty and the buttons of his shirt popped open, giving her a clear view of his chest tattoos. Harry held a hand towel and a brand new water bottle. She immediately stood up when she saw him.

He basically had to shut the door on everyone’s faces for privacy. He even locked the door before walking towards her. Harry took the time to observe her and take in her appearance without any disruption before he said anything. She wore a suit like his except she had omitted a shirt. It was sage with a low cut jacket, singed at the waist, showing a modest cleavage.

”a suit, huh?” He finally said as he stood before her. His hands ached to touch her. ”very clever” He adds. There was something oddly attractive about a woman wearing a suit and dressing just like him.

” I thought if I wore something similar to what you wear then you would find me quicker” Harry nodded as he leaned down and finally eased his craving.

”You look beautiful” he whispered against her lips as he settled on the couch. He spread out his legs, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

”You looked amazing out there” She sat down close enough to have their thighs touching. ”You were born to do this. The energy out there was insane and your voice is just— wow” Harry’s heart warmed up at her kind words. He reached out and touched the side of her face, caressing her cheek with his thumb.

”I’ve got to talk to a few people and then we can go,” he usually hung around the arena until everyone left. Mostly because he had nothing to go home to only an empty house. Now with Y/N around, he just wanted to be in the privacy of his own home with her — alone. ” I hope you don't mind”.

”That’s okay. I understand," Y/N leaned towards his touch and placed a soft peck on his hand for reassurance. She wasn't as nervous as before. His kiss and gentle touch had been enough to ease her mind. Harry kissed her delicately and took his time tending her lips. His ringed fingers gripped her hips, pulling her over his lap. Y/N's finger tangled on the hair of the back of his head. Just as she settled comfortably on him, a knock disrupted their makeout session.

"Yeah?" Harry yelled loudly with his eyes closed, he kept his forehead against hers, as they tried to catch their breaths.

"Harry— there are some people that would like to meet you" It was Alice behind the door. She had been making sure that Harry's car was ready for him and that security was holding up when they came looking for her. People were looking for Harry and for the first time, his dressing room door was shut and locked.

"I am coming!" He leaned back, smiling at her red, swollen lips. He cupped her face and pecked her lips. "Where have you been all this time?" Y/N shrugged while smiling, proceeding to get off his lap.

Harry sighed before opening the door. Alice nervously walked into the room, her gaze instant fell on Y/N. She was still awkwardly sitting on the couch, running her fingers through her hair with swollen, fresh kissed lips. Alice quickly connected the dots and felt embarrassed to have interrupted her boss's rendezvous. Alice shyly waved at Y/N from afar before leading the small caravan of people that wanted to see the great Harry Styles.

"Since when do you lock yourself in here? What's goi—" Mitch hits the breaks as soon as he sees Y/N, shyly standing beside the couch. She had quickly fixed her outfit and had made sure that nothing was popping out of her cleavage. "Hi" He smiled walking past Harry with his hand stretched out for her to take.

"Hello" She gently shakes his hand.

"This is Y/N" Harry introduces her to Mitch as he walks around the coffee table towards the drinks.

"Mitch. It's so nice to finally meet you" Harry had told him about her. In Harry's defense, he had to force it out of him after he persisted in changing the setlist.

"You too" Mitch could see that she was more of an introvert than the other girls that Harry had dated. She defiantly was unique, truthful to what Harry had said about her.

Before Harry could say anything else and spark conversation between the girl that he liked so much and basically his best friend, he was pulled by Alice to meet a few celebrities and their children. He kept an eye on Y/N, even though she sat across the room with Mitch and the rest of the band.

He was talking a few pictures when he heard her soft laugh. She was surely having a great time. He felt jealous that he wasn't part of the conversation. He felt jealous that he had to work and couldn't enjoy her company like any other couple would.

Thankfully, he went through the group of people quickly. Eventually only leaving him, Alice, Y/N, and the band in the room.

"Your car is ready whenever you need it, Harry" Alice said before leaving. Her job for the night was over. She could finally leave and get off her feet.

Harry grabbed his blazer that hung on the back of the couch before approaching the small group.

"Pasta is so much better" He heard from Y/N as he walked up.”There are no buts”.

"Ready to go?" Harry interrupted their conversation.

"Pasta or Pizza, Harry?" Mitch asked, trying to put an end to a quick debate that they had tumbled in.

"Pasta without a doubt" Harry didn't think it twice. He could eat it every day and wouldn't have a problem with it. Whenever he visited Italy, that's what composed most of his diet.

"Told you" Y/N stuck her tongue out at Mitch as she stood up.

"He is only saying that because he likes you," Y/N blushed while Harry's hands found their way around her hips. "I hope he brings you back and doesn't keep you only to himself,".

"No promises" Harry rested his chin on top of her head as a smile grew. He was happy that his friends and the people closest to him liked her.

"It was really nice hanging out with all of you tonight. Also, the show was amazing. You did a tremendous great job" Mitch smiled at Harry as he gave her a kiss at the top of her head in response to her sweet comment.

"You are germ, Y/N," Mitch said before turning to Harry. "I'll see you tomorrow?". Harry nodded before he intertwined their fingers and pulled Y/N out of the room.

"Where are we going?" Y/N asked as she buckled herself.

"I am starving. I thought we could get some take out and stay at mine? So, we could talk and watch movies. Would you like that?"

"I would love to" She smiled as Harry leaned in and pecked her lips.

Harry picked up an order from their favorite restaurant, the same where they had first met. They sat on his carpeted, living room floor for hours. They stayed up until the sun came back up — talking about everything including his music. Y/N asked about SHE and what had contributed to the end of their relationship. He answered with all his sincerity and revealed his biggest secrets to her. She had something that made him feel comfortable and safe. He felt like he could be his authentic self. He could be as goofy or as silly as he wanted and he knew that she wouldn't leave or turn his back on him. Harry just knew that this relationship was going to last long. So it did. He never let go.

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for-when-i-have-an-idea · 4 years ago

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Black Eagles as Virtual Assistants

The collective braincell of the server strikes once again

Edelgard

Very strict, single-minded, makes sure to keep you on track with a tough love approach. Not above threatening you with sending the Hubert Extension after you who somehow just came in the same package, you’re not quite sure.

“I need you to do your work or there will be consequences. Got it? Good, so long as we’re clear on that matter.”

Hubert

Can be installed separately, but always comes bundled with Edelgard is he a virus? He mainly steps in when the others get a bit... much, though, oddly enough, he’ll never stop the Ferdinand Extension from getting off track...

“Do your work or I will be forced to eliminate you... that said, if you encounter any problems, inform me of them and I will handle it in the most efficient way possible... which is any way I see fit.”

Ferdinand

Really good at what he does: syncs your phone and computer regularly, schedules appointments for you, all that. But he does also have a tendency to dredge up old contacts at 3 am because he thinks he’s being helpful.

“Alright, let’s get started! After all, it is my duty as a VA to help the common human with their work! It would be insulting to my status as the finest piece of programming on your device if I did not assist you in your hour of need! O-oh, right, we should get started now. Pardon my ranting.”

Linhardt

Closes down all of your work after 45 minutes of work for a 15 minute break/nap, whatever you fancy. Unless he himself has gotten distracted by something interesting, in which case he’ll just show you that as motivation.

“Just do it, alright? ...I’m sacrificing my... afternoon nap for you, so you... better... get it done.”

Caspar

Opens 40 tabs at once, all of which he thinks might be helpful, your mileage may vary. Very eager to help you in any way, and even comes with a built in reference package, but somehow manages to use it wrong.

“Hey look at this! Watch how many tabs I can open in a minute! Oh- ah, my bad... the computer crashed. But hey, better luck next time..? Alright, alright, I’m sorry... let’s get working!

Bernadetta

Always has 20 different fanfic tabs open, but switches between them so fast that you can’t even finish reading a single one. She then has a nervous breakdown and crashes the computer. Has a built in prompt generator.

“Ahh! We’re never going to finish! C’mon, we need to work faster! O-oh, there’s a problem you can’t solve?! What are we going to do?! We’re going to be crushed by the deadline! Aaahhh!”

Dorothea

Just opens up your Spotify account and starts playing music, maybe a playlist with workout montage music to keep you motivated. Gives a lot of verbal encouragement, she’s all about lifting you up, never putting you down.

“Oh, don’t be such a party pooper, let’s listen to this song! Aw, c’mon... I guess we should begin working, but a girl needs some fun in her life, right? Life is short, so let’s enjoy it! Oh, wait-! The deadline’s in two hours? My bad, never mind!”

Petra

Somehow always manages to have the wrong version of English set for grammar/spellchecking. Luckily, you can customise her, help her learn how to be a better spellchecker. She’s very much still in her beta phase on that front.

“We shall be doing the starting now! If anything appears difficult, do not hesitate to be calling upon me! If we are working fast, then we will be being done in short amounts of time! Do not be worrying, we will finish!”

Jeritza

Doesn’t do much of anything unless you also have the Byleth Extension, and even then he doesn’t do much to help you out. Forcefully shuts everything down on occasion without really communicating why.

“Why won’t you spar with me? Hm? Oh, there’s work to do? Very well then, let’s begin. I’ll have you know, however, that I won’t tolerate distractions. So, we’ll get to work now.”

Worth noting: after the first time you force quit him, or you install the Mercedes Extension, he mellows out dramatically. Turns from kinda menacing to more gently encouraging, sharing good recipes either for baking or ice creams when you’ve been doing good work. This has been affectionately called Emile Mode

#Fire Emblem Three Houses #fire emblem three houses imagines #fe3h #fe3h imagines #fe16 #fe16 imagines #Black Eagles #edelgard von hresvelg #hubert von vestra #ferdinand von aegir #linhardt von hevring #caspar von bergliez #bernadetta von varley #dorothea arnault #petra mcneary #jeritza von hrym #fire emblem imagines

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medievalraven · 4 years ago

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❤️ 2, 8, 14, 15, 18, 20 ❤️

So many questions Jo! ❤️❤️

2. What’s next on your ‘to-read’ list? (Fan fiction or otherwise)

Ummm okay for published fiction I bought the kindle book of The Second Home by Christina Clancy forever ago and I’d like to actually read it. Also Dare Me which I don’t have a good excuse for not reading except that it will probably make me want to binge the show again and then be sad it got canceled.

For fanfiction? Ummmm okay so I actually haven’t read the latest update of A Rational Choice yet. Wild I know but I was saving it as my reward to finish chapter two of political au and now I just still haven’t gotten around to it 😖(slash I keep re-reading chapters 4-6 instead).

8. Bed sharing or roommates AU?

Both

14. (For authors) Post a line of dialogue from one of your WIPs without context.

“For what it’s worth I am sorry.”

15. Post the last line you wrote without context.

It won’t make her feel better knowing.

18. Do you have a fic reading/writing routine?

I’ll basically read fic whenever and wherever - during work, out to lunch, at night. I am the kind of person who has like fifteen tabs open on my phone and computer with different fics to bounce between at any time or mood.

I’ve been trying to get better about carving out a specific time to write fic. I like writing at night right after I’ve gone for a long walk or run. I feel like being outside, alone, with music or no music just helps me clear my head and I almost always think of different pieces of dialogue, etc. when I do this. Sometimes just going for a drive helps too - basically I like taking a break from my computer before I write.

20. Do you have a favorite fanfic or author? If so, tag them/post a link and share the love!

Oh you know I actually don’t think I have a favorite fanfic exactly - I guess I’m more of a mood reader so my favorite is always changing.

That being said I will never not take the opportunity to talk about my love of @fairhairedkings and her fics. I seriously don’t know how she does it and I’m forever in awe of her.

And a fic that I’m currently loving a lot and eagerly eagerly waiting an update is definitely Both Sides of the Law by @joeyjoeylee - highly recommend if you haven’t read this yet. Amazing characterizations and story so far!

fanfic asks

#ask games #thank youuuu #both no context lines appear within two lines of each other #honestly i don't know why i haven't read a rational choice yet #it's open on my computer #granted open on chapter four

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ilguna · 5 years ago

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hi- I’m not sure if you’re the right person to ask, but I wanted to know how to start a fanfic writing tumblr- I mean, I’m just not sure how to start since I’ve never posted anything on my account- I’m sorry if this is an inconvenience-

Don’t worry about it. I’m a little offended that you would think you’re coming to the wrong place 😂.

Imma break it down for you.

BTW this post is long bc I wanted to cover all bases

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First of all, if you’re on tumblr mobile, then that’s fantastic and we’ll start with that first. If you’re on desktop, I would like to suggest getting it on your phone because it’s more accessible and easier to manage than doing it on the computer. The only time I go to the computer is when I’m going to post fics, but we’ll get there.

I know you said you’re wondering how to start posting fics but I gotta give you some advice before that. Because there are just some things I cannot stand when it comes to some fanfic blogs, alright?

Be easy on your color scheme. I wouldn’t put any bright colors because it could hurt someone’s eyes, and sometimes it looks really bad. Going along with that, you should be careful what your second color is on your blog (let’s say that your base color was a maroon, and then you’d choose a color similar to that/darker than that. It’ll be hard to read the things in your bio, and it’s frustrating)

This is obvious, but make sure you have a profile and header picture, it’s more appealing rather than tumblrs default.

Turn ON asks and then proceed to do it for anonymous questions, because that’s the only way you get requests. Some people do it off anon but that’s not as common.

You can do this on desktop and a safari browser. It’s not possible to do on mobile just yet. Open up safari > log in > little person icon in the top right > edit appearance. Scroll until you see “let people as questions” turn that on. Turn on anon, and edit the box to whatever you want. Keep it short

Turn off “share posts you like” and the following one below it. It’s a risky game to play when it comes to what you’re looking at and liking.

No submission posts, normally people don’t submit things anyway. Turn OFF “on blog advertising” and then that’s it. It automatically saves so you can just leave to the next screen imma bout to tell you about

IF you go to my blog on desktop, you’ll see that there’s a theme. My font is different, I have a different set up than most blogs, etc.

If you wanna mess around with that, scroll to the top of page (you should still be on the same page from the anon instructions) and tap “edit theme”

It might take a second to load, but you’ll get there.

THIS SCREEN IS VERY IMPORTANT.

Besides the fact that it lets you edit your theme, this is how you put in a Masterlist, and all other links you might want in your bio.

You said you haven’t written anything yet, so there isn’t a need for a Masterlist just yet. But when you DO start posting, please come back to me and I’ll let you know how to put one in your bio, okay? Nice and shiny for your future followers.

If you wanna change your theme go to browse themes, change it from “all themes” to “free themes”. If you like mine, it’s called “Accesible”. If you just want the font, get out of the theme screen and scroll the screen on the left. Turn ON “open dyslexic

Remember, you can do all of this on desktop too, it doesn’t have to be on safari

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Now onto posting, I have some opinions that might offend my mutuals (oopsie)

I can’t tell the difference, but PERSONALLY, I think posting fics on tumblr from my phone is gross. But that’s also because I’m writing 1000+ words normally and it gets difficult to post

If you want to post fics with more than 100 paragraphs, then you have to go to desktop or maybe safari tumblr (I don’t post from safari tumblr so idk if it works) because tumblr says NO paragraphs after 100 on mobile. There is no restriction on computer

I write in Google Docs, because it’s neater and I’ve discovered some hate for Word after deleting some of the shit I wrote over and over. Plus it’s an app, and you can open it up on computer. Easy to use.

If you use Notes on your phone, or type directly onto a tumblr post, then that’s fine but you don’t know your word count and it’s a little difficult to navigate.

When it comes to formatting, I used to have it be really long. But I’ve narrowed it down to 3, sometimes 4 things.

Summary: this is where I put the request so the anon/person knows that it’s their request. (I copy n paste the entire request in the summary part, I don’t answer asks (requests) anymore because it’s easier to answer them after I posted).

Warnings: my permanent is swearing, and then I add on (what type) violence, murder, suic*de, gore, etc DEPENDING ON THE REQUEST

Word count: and I do this because I write long imagines sometimes and some people don’t want to sit through 5k words of boring shit

And the optional—Note: I put this if I thank someone for their patience on the request, if I say happy holidays or some shit like that. I don’t have notes on every post anymore because they just turn out being the same every time

Apart from that, give it a title (make it unique but not too long!) who it’s for and then copy and paste the fic in

I’m using my own posts as an example right here, okay. But I have the summary and all of that bolder because it’s easier to see, and I want it to be different from the actual post. Most fanfic writers do this.

I also put 2 —‘s between the authors note at the top and the fic to also make a difference there

Don’t have the entire fic italicized, it takes away the special part of italicizing a word

Finally, it’s tagging.

I cannot stress this enough, DO NOT tag things that have nothing to do with the post. It’s my biggest pet peeve and it’s because I can’t comprehend why people tag (for example) Katrina Stuart when it’s a fic OR A RANDOM POST about someone else

Instead, let’s keep it simple.

🌸 STOP 🌸

I forgot to mention this. But choose your username wisely. You can change it later on, but it’s a goddamn pain in the ass when you have 50+ fanfics you wrote and your Masterlist is nice and clean only to realize that you have to RELINK every post individually

Listen, I changed my username on my old blog, and it took me 8 hours ROUGHLY to relink and fix every individual Masterlist. I had to create new masterlists, with so many tabs open to fix it

Instead, change it before you start fics

If you wanna be a colby brock blog, I have a canon url (which means that it’s so fucking GOOD and I’m angry that i realized it was open only a month ago rather than when I created this account) and it’s colbysbrocks (it’s a plural canon url). And I have colbysecrets too. If you don’t like either of those, I have a couple of other ideas that I wrote down if you want them

🌸 okay continue 🌸

This is how you should tag:

(I’ll give an example after this)

Your username first, the person it’s about, the fandom (if it’s not Colby brock, then something like marvel, etc). Then the persons name, imagine, fanfic, x reader, and oneshot. Then if it was requested

EXAMPLE ONE:

Azurebrock, Colby brock, Colby brock imagine, Colby brock fanfic, Colby brock x reader, Colby brock oneshot, requested

Simple, right? You can even use this method for Wattpad too.

EXAMPLE TWO:

(This is Star Wars, im using my own username again)

Kylorenlovesyou, Kylo ren, Ben solo, kylo ren imagine, kylo ren fanfic, kylo ren x reader, kylo ren oneshot, Ben solo imagine, Ben solo fanfic, Ben solo x reader, Ben solo oneshot, Star Wars

Notice that I tagged both of his names. I do this because it draws more people in, and more people will be attracted to it (however, in the Star Wars fandom there’s a difference between Ben Solo and Kylo-Ren, so you would have to specify in the title Ex. Resistance (Ben Solo) or Struggle (Kylo-Ren). It would depend on which persona you’re using

This works for a couple of fandoms, like twilight and shit like that

EXAMPLE THREE:

(Final one, I just wanted to cover this base just in case)

If it’s a request for more than one person. Let’s say Colby Brock and Sam Golbach (like a Polyamorous relationship, if it’s just about a bunch of people, tag the people in it and don’t put the imagine, fanfic, x reader, oneshot after any of them, it doesn’t apply)

If it’s a poly relationship (or maybe more) then do everything you normally do for one person, and then just add on the second;

Azurebrock, Colby brock, Sam Golbach, Colby brock imagine, Sam Golbach imagine, etc

If you’re on desktop, I would suggest putting in a Read More (this goes BEFORE your fic but after the authors note, below the 2 —‘s). The way you do that is press enter, and hover over the new break in the fic.

Off to the right you’ll see a . . . Click that and then you have the read more. I would only suggest using this if there’s more than 500 words, so that if the fic is super long, it doesn’t take up the entire dash for the follower (it takes forever to scroll and it’s annoying

If you’re on mobile, it isn’t possible. Just post and you can go back and edit later if you have a computer

#azurebrock #anon #ask

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aelaer · 5 years ago

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For the fanfic asks: 2. What’s next on your ‘to-read’ list? (Fan fiction or otherwise) 5. What’s a crackship you love? 6. What’s the last thing you read that made you laugh? 7. What’s the last thing you read that made you cry? 11. Kid fic or childhood friends? 18. Do you have a fic reading/writing routine?

Hi neutron! I've been wondering where you were! Good to see you again. I hope you're doing okay in these insane times. I'm interested in hearing about it if you're interested in sharing. Also you now have a number by your name, that’s new!

This is a really rambly answer that meanders past the questions multiple times. I apologize for my verbosity, as well as some of the dry, uh, glass-half-empty tone that may leak through the answers. It's been a real rough 48 hours. Rambling while channeling Eeyore sometimes helps get it out, hah. Cut if you’re not reading this on tumblr’s dumb half-working mobile app.

2. What’s next on your ‘to-read’ list? (Fan fiction or otherwise)

For fanfic, I don't have anything on my immediate to-read list. I do have several longer bookmarked stories from both Sherlock and the MCU, but a couple of them deal with really heavy topics (like grieving over death or the aftermath of assault) and I'll wait until the world is more calm before getting to those. Others I know are in the works but I'm waiting for them to be nearer to completion before diving in. And then others are romance-focused and I honestly need to be in the mood to read romance-focused, novel-length stories. I can get through a romance one or two shot in a breeze, but I get really bored in most romance novel-length stories and honestly don't understand why the majority of women love them so much. Unfortunately platonic, family or found family novel stories are virtually nonexistent in the MCU with my guy so, y'know. I'll likely get to the romances when I'm in the mood. (Usually it happens on airplanes. I don't know why either.)

My "to review" list is actually longer, to get to the 1% of stories that actually fall into my favorite genre: platonic shit. Platonic shit doesn't usually get many reviews anyway so that's my immediate goal as opposed to reading since I've read virtually every gen story that contains Doctor Strange as a character already :D

Outside of fanfic? That's a really good question. I have no idea. I should check out the free ebook sites that are opening up. Anyone have any recs? Humor is awesome, don't want anything sad or with unhappy endings atm. Fictional or nonfiction all work.

5. What’s a crackship you love?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Does Stephen/Cloak count? I think that could count. It's definitely a bit odd. The really really weird ones are when the Cloak gets a humanoid form for The Exact Reason You're Thinking.

Stephen/tentacle monster is also one I've seen which is just fucking hilarious.

Oh, and anything with Groot. As an adult of course, whatever counts as adulthood for grootpeople. I haven't read anything mind you, but that seems like hilarity waiting to happen.

6. What’s the last thing you read that made you laugh?

Nothing that I can remember in fanfic :/ I could use a good laugh, but at the moment I've only been getting them via memes and Twitter. I can't remember the last funny scene in a fanfic that I've read. Nothing this year, I think. Likely last summer or fall with some of the couple lovely one shots that came around then.

My answers have really sucked so far. Gah.

7. What’s the last thing you read that made you cry?

The news. *rimshot*

Okay this one I can answer. Signature Move back in September. I remembered because I can count on one hand the number of fanfics that have made me cry over the last 16.5 years.

I think the last book to make me cry was The Lovely Bones well over a decade ago.

11. Kid fic or childhood friends?

Kid fic, except for de-aging fics. Fics exploring the characters as children or around children are fantastic. I'd honestly love to see more of this with Stephen (expect with a de-aged Peter, and with actual children, not teenagers who are almost adults.)

18. Do you have a fic reading/writing routine?

Fic reading routine: Let's see if there's anything new that I'm interested in. *three minutes later* Nope! (basically the people I follow here on Teh Tumblrlrlrlr tend to link their stuff here, so I get it here first, read it, tell em "yay!", then go about my merry way. I am usually very surprised if I find something that grabs me in browsing ao3, to the point that I only browse if I'm uploading something or replying to reviews. The fanfic I'm looking for comes out in limited amounts and I can only write so much of it *shrug*.)

When I do find something that looks interesting, I read it immediately if possible. If not possible, I keep the tab open on my phone until I get to it. That is usually in bed at night. I try to review immediately because if I don't it takes me like three friggin weeks to get back to review it; damn, I owe a few reviews that I really need to do before the end if the week.

If the something I found interesting is really really really long and compelling, I used to binge read into the wee hours of the morning. I control myself a bit better now, as I must do as a Supposedly Responsible Adult. Even doing this I think I still managed to read around 1000 Sherlock fanfics throughout 2017 and 2018. Oh how I binged.

For writing: It depends largely on the time of day, actually. If it's before 10PM, I usually take my laptop out. One of the Discord communities I'm in has a writing sprint channel, and if there's anyone doing a sprint, I'll join them. This has helped me get the hardest parts of chapters onto paper several times, those nasty filler parts that are just being really stubborn. If there's no sprint going on, I'll sometimes start one myself (though only if someone will join me).

I don't always use a sprint when on my laptop though. On my laptop in the first two to five tabs are the stories I'm currently working on (and five tabs after those is the story I promised to fucking beta read five hundred years ago but I'm clearly the worst person to ask for a beta as you can tell by the lack of it being finished, jfc me). Anyway, I'll review those, maybe jump around and scroll a bit to review my notes or what I've written, and once I get a bit more spark of inspiration while reviewing, I'll start writing. If no spark comes or I'm forcing myself to write a specific scene that's acting up, that's when I use the sprint method described above.

After 10pm, I write on my phone. Thank goodness the Google doc app exists. It's much slower, but it's still writing and that's really what counts. My creativity is very much a night owl and I've written a couple hundred words (or more) late at night many times. Sometimes it's just outlining, sometimes it's just pieces of dialogue. The smart phone has definitely made writing before bed even more convenient.

Thank you.

#about me #fanfic #ask #answered #neutronstardust13

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thetv-junkie · 5 years ago

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Keeping Track of Fanfics (99 % Offline) and How to Organise Them Neatly

Without a doubt, fanfiction has become an undeniably popular phenomenon in modern pop-culture. Every day thousands of avid writers provide us with their entertaining adventures, allowing us to interact with like-minded fans and friends and secretly indulge in collective swooning. ヽ( ⌒o⌒)人(⌒-⌒ )ﾉ

But then again, the sheer abundance of stories makes it hard to not be confused at times. Have I read that fic before? Did I like it??? Had there been an update that I might have missed? Where the heck did I stop reading? Damn, that story has been deleted; I wished I had saved it! ( ಥ ʖ̯ ಥ)

Especially in devastating times as this, with the corona virus running rampant on the whole globe, forcing millions of people into quarantine at home, the fear of the internet collapsing is palpable everywhere. In China, readers didn't/still do have no access to archiveofourown.com anymore. (o_O) !

But fear not, here's a great solution for the problem. – The FREE offline programme "Calibre". Some of you might have heard of it already and shy away from its usage as it seems confusing and cumbersome at first glance. (•ิ_•ิ) ?

In this tutorial, however, I will show you that, once you've gotten through the necessary set-up (which I will guide you through step-by-step) it will be well worth the effort and you're going to love “Calibre” forever for saving your fanfiction treasures and allows you your daily fix of smutty goodness, even if being online is no longer an option. (๑˃ᴗ˂)

So, here we go:

First, you need to download "Calibre" (either the regular or portable version):

https://calibre-ebook.com/download

and install it.

ヘ(￣ω￣ヘ)

Follow the instruction and select your device (output format is usually .epub but than can be changed to pretty much every other common format.) and click on “Finish”. If you’re not sure which device you use (or use more than one), simply stick to “Generic”.

An interface will appear:

You need to click on the three dots on the right (see arrow). An additional row of plugins will open which holds the button “Preferences”. Click that.

Scroll down to “Advanced” and select “Plugins”, “Get New Plugins”.

In the list of new plugins chose “FanFicFare” and install it (Ignore the warning.). As for the toolbars - best go with the pre-sets.

You can pick as many plugins as you like; “EpubMerge”, “Find Duplicates” and “EpubSplit” are useful additions, but see for yourself. Whenever “Calibre” asks you to close and re-open the program, do so (might happen a couple of times).

Next, go back to “Preferences” (remember the three dots on the right of the toolbar), find “Toolbars and Menus” and choose the main toolbar.

You can now pick the buttons you want to show up in your main toolbar, then click “Apply”. My toolbar looks something like this:

If you can't see all of your plugins, click on the three dots on the right, just as before. An additional row of plugins appears underneath.

Now we’re going to add the columns that are individually important to you and which will give you the information you need in order to pick the right book for your reading session.

Go to “Preferences”, “Add your columns”.

First tick and un-tick the pre-set columns that you want to keep or get rid of.

__φ(。。)

Then, click the green “+”-button on the right. An new window pops up that allows you to create new categories. Here's an example:

In my case I've picked a column that can be answered with a yes/no, but of course you also could opt for a text version instead (which is helpful when you want to sort stuff by pairing). Just make sure the lookup name is written in small letters (otherwise you'll get an error message) while for the column name you can write whatever you wish. When you're done, click "Apply".

Repeat the process as often as desired, here's my columns to give you some ideas:

(like 008, so I can give individual IDs to my books which makes finding them easier.)

Title

(No big brainer here – once you download a fanfic, this will be filled in automatically.)

Read?

(Again, pretty self-explanatory, easy to answer with the yes/no option)

Rating

(Now that is probably the most important column since it gives me an idea whether that fic is worth a re-read, or not. You can chose the ★★★★★-rating system in your personalised columns)

Time

(This column is only necessary if you know if you're a fast reader or not. We only need this column if you intend to add “Pages” as well:)

Pages

(That feature comes in handy when you're reading on another device like your mobile phone or tablet. Some devices show either the number of pages or the estimated reading time. In case it shows only the number of pages (just for example's sake, let's pretend you need one minute for reading one page which leaves you with e. g. 900 pages. Go to this site to break it down to hours and minutes:

https://www.unitjuggler.com/convert-time-from-min-to-h.html

900 minutes/pages leaves you with a total of roughly 15hr of reading time. You might want to note that down in your Calibre columns in order to have a vague idea if you're in for a lazy half-an-hour-read or better get settled for a marathon.)

Pairing?

(Does what it says on the tin – If you have more than one fav pairing in the same fandom it is useful to be able to sort by pairing for easy selection when you're in the mood for certain protagonists without wanting to scroll through your library forever. Btw, I recommend to use different libraries for each fandom. (Click the arrow on the right of the button "Calibre Library", "Switch/Create Library" and follow the instructions)

NSFW?

(Personally, a really important column for me. 'nough said. (^_<)〜☆ )

Okay, so now that we got the most important stuff done, let's finally download a fanfic!!! Leave Calibre as it is, open the internet and go to your site and fic of choice. Select the according url in your browser, copy it, switch back to Calibre.

Click on the arrow button on the right side of your plug in fanficfare, "Download from URL", the download url is automatically added, then press OK.

Now one of these two things can happen:

If you're lucky, on your bottom right corner, there's a pop up, letting you know that your FanficFare download is complete. All you have to do is press "Yes" and ét voila – you've imported your first fanfic!

All you need to do now is to double click on the title and start reading (I recommend to use E-book viewer). Enjoy !

However, if you're not lucky, you might get messages like how the sites want you to enter your username and password or that it's adult content blah blah blah, yadda, yadda, yadda. Having to fill in the information for every single fanfic is annoying, time-consuming and, most of all, incredibly annoying!

凸(￣ヘ￣)

Hence, here's the work-around:

Click on the arrow right to your plugin "FanFicFare" in the tool bar, find “Configure FanfFicFare”.

Go to the tab that says "personal.ini", then "edit personal.ini" Scroll down in the small pop-up until you can see this pre-set:

Edit in all the sites you're usually browsing for fanfiction. Always make sure that the letters of the sitename are blue, not red. If you want to make sure you aren't bothered with any verification pop-ups and such, double-check to work all of these in:

[Your fanfiction page like hp.adultfanfiction.org]

#username:YourPenname

#password:YourPassword

## default is false

#collect_series: true

#is_adult:true

#fail_on_password: false

That should do the trick and you can now easily keep track and enjoy your fics!

☆*:.｡.o(≧▽≦)o.｡.:*☆

Bonus:

When you're done reading you might want to fill in some information for later use.

For that, fill your columns on the main screen by simply double-clicking on each category. So far, so good. But we need more metadata.

Choose a fic so it’s highlighted in blue. Then go to "Edit Metadata" in the main tool bar.

A window opens:

Some information will be pre-filled but you can always edit them. Also, I highly recommend you to change the tags to your liking, same as you can add a book cover of your choice via the browse function.

On a final note: When you're following a fic that is still in-progress, you can simply click the button "FanFicFare" (NOT the arrow next to it!) to update it.

♡( ◡‿◡ ) ENJOY YOUR READ!

#Fanfiction #Calibre #Corona

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that-writer-who-never-posts · 6 years ago

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Expectation x Reality

^^^That’s Tom’s face finding my blog (And it’s adorable)

Tom Hiddleston smut

Here it is... @catalinaacosta, @gingers-writing, @adamcansuckme and @wrappedinlokisarms hope it’s what you’ve been looking for!

Prompt: Tom finds your old tumblr and things he wouldn’t imagine about you.

warnings: Mentions of spanking, lots of dirty talk, daddy kink, of course...

like 3k words

You were alone at home. Very bored. Tom would arrive soon, he promised you would be able to have dinner together, but until then, you had nothing to do.

You started to think... There were you, laying in bed, waiting for Tom Hiddleston, your fucking boyfriend, to come home... If you had a time machine, you'd tell it to your past self and she would laugh. Oh, that silly girl used to write fanfiction about a man who is now really yours. How did you get so lucky?

Suddently, you had the urge to find your old blog and read all your stories again. It would be pretty embarrassing, and Tom couldn't even dream about them... He knew you were a fan when you met, but he didn't know you would expose to the whole internet what you wanted him to do to your body.

You grabbed your laptop and googled tumblr. God, it's been a while. You logged in and looked at your account for a second. You missed that. You scrolled a bit and something caught your eye, so you decided to click the "read more" link. It was smut. Probably the heaviest one. You started to read, but went "nope" real quick. You closed the tabs and hid your face on the pillow. Who are you hidding from? You're alone here... Still, you weren't doing that again.

It was really the best moment to close those tabs, because a few minutes later you heard the front door opening.

"Y/N?"

You closed your laptop and went to meet him.

"Hi." You said wrapping your arms around his waist from behind.

"Hello." He turned around to hug you. "Miss me this much?"

"Well..." You were a bit unconfortable with his presence after what you've read, but you just needed to keep your mind busy. "I was thinking just now that I'm very lucky to have you. And you should know that."

"No, I'm lucky to have you." He smiled and gave you a quick kiss.

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Later that night, you were already asleep, but Tom was wide awake. It was almost valentine's day and he wanted to give you something special, to make up for being away so often, and show you he really loved you. But he didn't know what to get you. So he had an idea. And he was pretty ashamed of it, but that was the only way.

He got out of bed, carefully to not wake you up, grabbed your laptop and went to the living room. He sat on the sofa and turned it on. He felt like a hacker, but you two were proud to have no secrets between you. So he went on your browsing history, to see if there was something you had been needing lately.

But he was surprised to find something else... Your most recently closed tabs all had his name on them. Why? He clicked on one and found out it was a fanfic. They all were... He covered his mouth to hide his laughter. You had been reading fanfics about him? That was adorable, he couldn't wait to tease you about it. All fanfics were on the same blog, so he clicked to open it. He read the bio and it said something like "Hey! My name is Y/N and I'm a huge marvel fan. I write mostly about Tom Hiddleston/Loki. Requests are closed!"

The writer's name was the same as yours... Well, big coincidence. He continued to scroll down and found one of those "Get to know me better" asks. There were about 30 questions. Apparently, you and that writer had the same name, eye color, height, favorite bands... His heart was racing when the last ask was for a selfie and there you were. Many years ago, but it was you.

He didn't even know how to feel. He was wrong for invading your privacy like that, but he was upset you never told him about that blog. Well, now it was too late. Since he found it, he decided to investigate it, to know what else you were hiding.

"Tom?"

He jumped and almost threw your laptop through the window. You were standing by the door with the sleepiest face.

"Sorry, darling. I just..." He was an amazing actor, but he was afraid he wouldn't be able to lie to you in the middle of a heart attack. "I forgot to send an email and... It was something important. For work. I couldn't find my laptop, I hope you don't mind that I used yours."

"Of course not." You rubbed your eyes. "Come back to bed?"

"In a second, love." He reached for his phone and took a picture of your blog's name, so he could find it later. Jonathan Pine was alive and breathing inside him.

He turned your laptop off and went back to bed with you. You snuggled in his chest and fell asleep. But now he was even more awake. He watched you peacefully dreaming and hated what he thought about you earlier... You didn't lie to him, you just didn't mention the blog because you didn't use it anymore, it wasn't important. He cursed himself for being so stupid... If you didn't use it anymore, it wouldn't be on your recent searches. Maybe you weren't writing anymore, but you were using that blog for something, and he would find out what it is.

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On the next day, you were the one who had to go out, while he had the day off. Tom was acting really weird, you thought. About what happened last night, you believed him, after all, he would always sneak out of the bed to work. But in the morning, when you had to leave, he didn't insist for you to stay, like he usually did. But that's just you being an attention seeker, he understood you had to work, he's not a puppy. He just looked like one, sometimes.

Little did you know that when you closed the door, he had already googled your blog on his phone, and was ready to start his investigation. The first story he came across was something really sweet about the reader and him having kids and playing together on christmas day. There were many mentions of having kids with him on that blog, and it warmed his heart. You were an amazing writer, he loved the stories and it was his biggest dream to have a family with you. He was about to forget he was mad at you when he found it. Yes, it. That one not even you could read yestetday.

"Tom Hiddleston smut. What is this?" He said out loud. "Warnings... Mentions of... Spanking, chocking... daddy kink?"

He looked at nothing for a while, trying to digest all that. There it was, the secret life he imagined you would be hiding.

"...he grabbed you by the neck and said... I said... What? I'm going to punish you until you learn to never tease me again?" He had to read that out loud, cause if he didn't hear it, he would think his eyes were fooling him. "...He turned you around and... Dear god... I slapped her? And she fucking loved it!"

At first, he thought he continued to read because it was shocking, and human brains are naturally attracted to that. But on the third smut, he realized he was doing that looking for some kind of recemblance between that and your actual sex life. And all he could think of was "Oh dear. She must be the most frustrated woman in the world." He was always so gently and lovingly. Looked nothing like the Tom you dreamt of. Maybe that's why you was reading that yesterday... Maybe you got off by yourself all the time when he was away... Because he wasn't enough.

He was sad. Why didn't you bring that up before? You could have asked him and... You knew pretty well he never says no to you. But hurting you like that just... Doesn't sound right. Oh, who was he trying to fool? He had a massive erection at that moment. The way you described that girl begging to him and the thought of having you completely under his control, being his and letting the entire street know you were... The intensity of the eye contacts, the marks on her skin, the dirty talk... He needed that. Now.

Who would imagine it? Tables have turned. The things you wrote when he made you horny were now making him lose his mind and take a cold shower. And you had absolutely no idea he was now aware of the kink girl you were. You had no idea what waited for you at home.

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The day at work was pretty boring. Not in a bad way, just nothing unusual. Less than an hour before it was your time to leave, you recieved a message from Tom.

*"You better come straight home after work."*

Your heart stopped. Someone died, you were sure.

*"What happened?"*

*"You know what you've done."*

And that was all you were getting from him. No, you had no idea what you've done. And you were terrified. You drove home as fast as you could.

"Tom?" You called, opening the door slowly, afraid of what you would find.

You locked the door behind you and heard footsteps approaching. When you turned around, you found him with a tie on one hand and a belt on the other.

"Are you getting dressed? Where are we going?" You were so confused.

"No, darling." He smiled darkly. "We are going to the bedroom right now. I want to talk to you."

You nodded and went to your bedroom, with him walking behind you really slowly. He was definitely acting very weird today.

Getting there, you found your laptop was on the bed. You sat in front of it and saw your blog open there.

"Shit." You blushed heavily. "I can explain it!"

"There's no need to explain. Do you think I'm stupid?" He sighed. "I want you to read it to me."

"Tom... I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but this is..." You thought you were going to pass out. "This is something I did several years before meeting you, I was just a stupid teenager."

"I clearly said I didn't want an explanation." He looked at the things he had in his hands.

"What is that for?" You asked, actually scared. All you could think of was that he was packing his stuff to leave you.

"This tie? Well, to tie you up, of course." He smiled. "And the belt, darling... I hope I don't have to use it. But you know pretty well what it is for! It's all over your dirty stories. Now undress and give me your hands."

You didn't say anything, just started taking your clothes off. You were confused and embarrassed, but more than anything, you were so turned on. When you were completely naked, you showed him your hands. He told you to lie down in bed and put them over your head. You did that, then watched him tying your arms to the bed. He placed the laptop on your belly and adjusted the screen, so you could see it.

"I'm going to have to ask you twice, and I'm not doing that again." He said, showing you the belt. "Read."

You were afraid your voice wouldn't come out. You laid your eyes on the fanfic and saw a highlighted paragraph.

"He told you to..."

"Change you to me." He interrupted you. "We both know who's the slut in these stories."

You almost came when he said 'slut'. You had never heard him saying that... And now he was calling you it.

"He told me to get down on all fours. Once I did... Hmmm" You were interrupted by Tom's fingers massaging your folds slowly.

"Continue." He acted like he was bored.

"...He entered me with his... Fuck." Now he slid two fingers in you at once. "His cock and I..."

"No." He removed his fingers, making you arch your back, looking for more. "Don't change the story. You didn't just say cock. I loved how you described it, read it correctly."

"His beautifully hard and huge cock." You blushed more than ever.

"Good girl." He pushed his fingers inside you again. "Continue."

"No." You felt ridiculous, you couldn't read that shit to yourself yesterday, imagine to him...

"No?" He looked at you angry and confused. "Do you want me to use this belt?"

"Yes." You almost whispered.

"Yes?"

"I want you to punish me, d-" You shut up quickly.

"Say it." He smirked.

"Daddy." You waited for him to be disgusted, but he looked absolutely amazed.

He picked the laptop up and placed it on the table beside your bed.

"Please... Tell me if I go too far?" He said, looking at the belt.

You nodded. He lifted your legs and the belt met your butt. Harder than you thought it would. You didn't scream, you moaned. Tom, at first, just wanted to put you on his lap and apologize for hours. But he saw how much you loved that, he heard you asking for more. So he did it again, on the same spot, making you moan even more loudly.

"Will you be a good girl now?" He smiled, but all that pureness of his smile was gone.

"Yes, sir." You were pretty sure that was just a dream.

He lifted your legs again, but this time to sit under them, so your hips were now on his lap. He placed two fingers inside you again and his thumb pressing your clit. And started to move them. Your breathing was so heavy and your arms kept trying to move, and he watched you with a straight face, like you weren't doing anything.

"Tom... Please..."

"I know you can do better." He kept his expression and added more pressure to your clit. "I've read it."

"Fuck those stupid fanfics..." You cried out. "You are so much better than I imagined there... Now please... I need you inside me."

You could feel his dick very hard under your butt. But there were those annoying clothes...

"Why should I do as you ask?" He shrugs. "You hide things from me. You lie. You don't beg like I know you can."

"Tom!" You feel your climax approaching, it was the way he was talking... "Please, I promise I won't hide things anymore, I will be a good girl, I will do anything you want... But I need to feel your cock... Your beautifully hard cock, that is a lot more beautiful than I thought, inside me. Right n- Oh fuck."

You came.

"You never looked this beautiful." His gaze devoured your entire body. "Begging me to fuck you in the middle of an orgasm."

"I like it when you cum inside me, daddy." You would say anything he wanted to hear at this point.

"I know you do, baby girl." He smiled, lifting your sore body so he could stand up.

If your hands were free, you would pull him back. But you realized he did that to take his clothes off. And he did that without taking his eyes off yours. When he was completely naked, he crawled on top of you, kissing your lips slow and seductively. There was absolutely no need of foreplay at that moment, so he grabbed your hips with his hands and entered you at once, making you scream against his lips.

"If I find out you've been hiding things from me again, you can say goodbye to this feeling, do you understand?" He whispered on your neck, between kisses and bites.

"I do... I'm sorry..." Your hands closed around his tie and you held to it as he started to fuck you very hard.

The sounds coming from his mouth were new to you. He was absolutely free at that moment. He was wild. He was lost on your body.

His movements were fast and messy, his dick hitting you in so many ways, one better than the other. The noises of your bodies colliding and of that bed, that seemed about to break, couldn't hide your moans. There's no way the entire world wasn't listening to that.

You orgasmed one more time, or 385 other times, you couldn't tell, before you felt him filling you with his cum. He couldn't just stop, he had to slow down until he did. You looked at each other with an expression that meant 'Did you fucking see what just happened here? Am I dreaming?'.

He freed your arms and laid down beside you.

"Are you okay?" He said watching you stretch a bit.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You closed your eyes and laughed. "I know. It was..." He laughed too. "It sure was." You nodded. "Listen... I understand that you were ashamed of those fanfics, and you have no reason to be, because they are amazing..." He said seriously. "But you should have told me you wanted something like this. It wouldn't hurt my feelings knowing that I was boring you, I'd just try and change it." "Tom!" You looked at him in shock. "You never bored me! I loved everything we've ever done... That's why I didn't bring this up. I was happy, I was satisfied. And I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." "Y/N, let's get one thing straight." He said. "Doesn't matter what I find in that computer, I will never, never hurt you. That belt thing was the most hardcore we're getting here. And I was still terrified to do it." "I know." You laughed. "That's more than enough for me, love. Also, there's nothing more for you to discover on that computer." "There's something I already did, but we didn't mention it yet." He smiles sweetly at you. "What is it?" You sigh, knowing you're about to get in trouble. "You want to have three kids with me." He smiles widely. "And I loved those names!" "Oh my god..." You blushed and hid your face in your hands. "I'm deleting that blog." "That's okay." He winks at you. "I already read what you want me to say on our wedding day."

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