#throwback fic

[theresthesnitch]

Saw you posted the three strikes snippet, and went back to read it today. Very enjoyable few hours

I did! I'm so glad you enjoyed it again!

I genuinely assume that everyone who follows me knows about Three Strikes til you're out, which was my first really successful fic. We're also just shy of it's 2 year birthday! But apparently there's lots of people who didn't know aobut it?

So, I'm going to take this as an opportunity to share it again. 🤣

Three Strikes 'til you're out

Lily Evans knows nothing about baseball. Or baseball players. She knows even less about James Potter. However, when some bad press risks James's endorsement deals, Lily finds herself thrown into a fake relationship with him. Can they convince the world they are together and save James from the tabloids? Can Lily keep her heart as she learns about James? Or will they both strike out?

~ fake dating ~ celebrity AU ~ mutual pining ~ idiots in love ~ modern, muggle AU ~

Read it here in AO3

[navybrat817]

Forgot how much I loved writing this. ❤️‍🔥

Hands to Myself

Pairing: Chris Beck x Female Reader Summary: Chris Beck is a man in need and can’t keep his hands off of you. Word Count: Over 2.4k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, vaginal fingering, semi-public, dirty talk, possessive behavior, sexual tension, talks of exhibitionism, needy, possessive Chris Beck (he’s a warning, okay?), apologies to any named Trent. A/N: Some needy, possessive Chris Beck for all of you! @sweeterthanthis @pepsicup @imanuglywombat, this ended up a bit differently than I originally planned, but I love how it turned out.  

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[shotmrmiller]

ghost would go to an animal shelter because price told him to get a plant or a pet or something, him having no hobbies outside of work isn't healthy and he takes home both the wrinkly, bald cat with the pink toe beans and nasty demeanor and the pretty volunteer that showed her to him.

now he's got two things to spoil rotten.

[ovytia-art]

Based on this post by @playedcrowd5610. You guys should read their DPxTF crossovers :)

(Time to smash my oldest hyperfixation with my latest hyperfixation hohohoho. Feel free to chat with me about either)

[jerzwriter]

Throwback New Year Fics

@choicesficwriterscreations

Happiest New Year

Book: Open Heart (Future – post series)

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x MC (Casey MacTavish)

Rating: Teen

Category: Fluff

Summary: It was a difficult year for the Carrick family, and on New Year’s morning, Tobias & Casey welcomed the craziness, the chaos… and even Vivian. They are happy that their recently expanded family is all under one roof and starting new traditions.

Warnings: Mention of main character illness/hospitalization (past)

A/N: This idea came to me at 4:00 AM, so I did what most writers do, got up and wrote it. 😊 I am only in the very early stages of my HC for Tobias & Casey, but writers far better than myself assured me jumping around is perfectly acceptable in fanfiction-landia. So, I hope you enjoy this sweet morning with the Carrick’s.

A/N 1: Also participating in the @choicesdecemberchallenge2021 Day 31: New Year.

SOME CHARACTERS AND THEMES BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS. (Vivian and the girls are all mine 😊 )

Tobias was standing at the stove making breakfast when the front doorbell rang, then… all hell broke loose. And who knew that began with a plethora of brown curls bopping across the room at lightning speed.

“You’re not telling Grammie on me. I’m going to tell her on you!” Brooke squealed as she ran toward the door.

“You can’t tell her on me!” Samantha yelled from the top of the stairs, “I didn’t do anything wrong. You did!”

“Nuh-uh! You took the doll Grammie gave me for Christmas! She told you it was mine!”

“No, she didn’t, she said that….”

Tobias dried his hands and rushed to the foyer where the melee was taking place. "Girls,” he said, attempting to stop things before they spun further out of control; but, the two little firecrackers didn’t even acknowledge that he was there.

“Girls… GIRLS!”

“What is it, Daddy?” they said in unison, so sweetly he almost forgot why he was annoyed, to begin with.

“What have I told you two about fighting with each other?”

“We shouldn’t do it,” five-year-old Brooke answered in a sing-song voice.

“And what have I told you about drama? Especially when Grammie comes over?”

“Grammie brings enough of her OWN drama! We don’t need to bring any more,” seven-year-old Samantha added confidently.

“Exactly! And what are you two doing right now?”

“We’re fighting,” Brooke said, lowering her head in shame.

“I don’t know,” Samantha shrugged sassily, “Grammie likes drama.”

Tobias shot her a dubious look, and she broke out into giggles.

“I’m sorry, Daddy!”

The doorbell rang once again, and he heard Vivaians voice bellowing on the other side of the door.

“Tobias! For heaven’s sake! It isn't spring out here. I’d like to be around to see my granddaughters graduate from….”

Tobias swung the door open, and Vivian was stunned into silence. A true New Year’s miracle.

“Hello, Mother.”

“Tobias,” she said, kissing his cheek, “do you think I am a young woman? It is frigid out there! You need to just give me the keys.”

“You have keys, Mom.”

“Yes, and you have instructed me, your mother, not to use them.”

“I’ve done no such thing. I’ve merely asked you to let us know before you come in….”

“Grammie!! Grammie!!!” Samantha pushed past Tobias and barrelled into her grandmother's arms.

“No! Hold me first, me first!” Brooke jumped up and down with her arms up over her head, vying for Vivian’s attention.

“Oh, there are my little angels!” Vivian squealed, “Come here, my babies, come here! There is plenty of Grammie to go around for both of you.”

Tobias took a deep breath and settled back against the door. Chaotic mornings were the norm with two little ones underfoot. He could only imagine what awaited them when baby Kayla would be old enough to join in the melee. Throw Vivian in for good measure, there would never be a moment of peace in their lives again. His head jerked when a loud alarm went off in the kitchen.

“Oh, shit!” Tobias yelled, running in its direction.

“Tobias Carrick! The LANGUAGE! In front of your children!”

“He says the S word, sometimes, Grammie,” Brooke shrugged, eagerly turning her father in.

“Hmm, well, Grammie is going to have to get the soap out if this continues.”

Brooke giggled while Sam stood up defiantly. “Don’t worry, Grammie! We will tell you if it does!”

The ladies were interrupted by Tobias hollering from the kitchen. “A little help and a little less gabbing!”

Vivian strolled in nonchalantly, an adorable little girl on each hand.

“Now, what is going on out here, Tobias? Do you not know how to cook?”

“Do I… do… Ma! You know I know how to cook. The frittata just bubbled over in the stove, no harm, just some….”

“Smoke,” a weary Casey sighed as she strolled in behind Vivian. Baby Kayla miraculously still sleeping on her shoulder.

Vivian rushed to her side. “Oh my dear!” she said, taking the baby from her arms, “You should be asleep!”

Casey chuckled as she slid under Tobias’s waiting arm.

“Not in this house.”

“Well, then maybe I need to take these girls off your hands for a weekend. You need your rest, young lady!”

“But Kayla is just….”

Casey looked down at the floor. It didn’t matter that the baby was barely over a month old. After everything that happened, she wasn’t able to nurse her. There was no reason Vivian couldn’t take all the girls for a day or two.

“It might not be the worst idea, baby,” Tobias whispered. “Just a couple days.”

Casey remained silent, she knew her husband was right, but the last thing she wanted was to be away from her girls, especially after….

“Mommy!” Brooke yelled, “Daddy burned up our breakfast!”

“I did not, I just….”

“You kind of did,” Vivian glared. “Brooke, don’t you worry baby, Grammie is going to get breakfast right now.”

“And how are you doing that?” Tobias growled.

“Uber eats!”

“Grammie! Uber eats does not make French Toast like Daddy makes French toast.”

“You know what? Sam is right. Thank you, Sam.”

The young girl swayed back and forth, proudly beaming up at her Daddy under his approving gaze. Why don’t you ladies all go in the living room and rest? I’ll clean up out here and make the best French toast that has ever been made.”

“Oh, T, we couldn’t….” Casey started.

“Uh, uh, uh… all of you go inside. I’m capable of making the ever-increasing number of women in my life breakfast on New Year’s Day. Besides, it will probably be the most quiet I get for the rest of the day… for the next 18 years even.”

Casey looked up at him, and he kissed her nose. “Go!”

He tossed the remains of the frittata into the trash and began gathering the ingredients for French toast from the refrigerator. A content smile spread across his face as his little girl’s voices carried down the hallway. Life sure was crazy, but he wouldn’t change a thing.

_______________

Afterward, their bellies were all stuffed more than the French toast had been, and Vivian and Tobias began clearing the table.

“Honey, I can help with….”

“Casey,” he demanded, “sit.”

“But, I….”

“Cassondra!”

“Vivian, you know my name is not Cassondra.”

“I’ve discussed it with your mother, and she regrets not giving you a name that can be better utilized when parental authority needs to be exerted. I have her permission to use Cassondra as needed.”

Casey shook her head and laughed softly. “It’s futile for me to try with the two of you here, isn’t it?”

“YES!” Tobias and Vivian yelled in unison.

“And don’t make me get your mother on the phone!” Vivian added with a pointed finger.

“Oh, please, no. Two of you is more than I can handle already! Girls, why don’t you come inside with Mommy? We can sit together on the couch.”

“She’s finally talking sense,” Vivian smirked.

“Well, you’re here to keep her in line,” Tobias winked.

Brooke took her Mom’s hand as they made their way to the family room. “You know what we need, Mommy? A dog. This way, they can just eat the food off the table when we’re done.”

“Hmm… no, baby. That’s the last reason we need a dog.”

Vivian and Tobias chuckled as they listened to the girl’s voices trailing away. Vivian placed her hand on Tobias’s shoulder. “Everything good, son?”

“Yeah. Everything’s great,” he smiled, “better than great.”

_______________

With clean-up completed, the whole family sat near the fireplace in the family room.

“Daddy, can we put on the TV?” Sam asked.

“No, baby, it’s family time.”

“But, families can watch TV together.”

“Well, this family doesn’t on New Year’s morning.”

“Then can we do our jars?” Brooke asked excitedly.

Casey's brow creased. “Their jars?”

“Ah, yes. We can do the jars. Want to help me get them?”

A chorus of “Yes” filled the air as the two pajamaed princesses rushed to their father’s feet.

“Do you know what he’s talking about?” Casey asked Vivian as she cradled Kayla.

“We’ll have to wait and see,” Vivian smiled.

Casey smiled politely, but Vivian could see the sadness in it.

“What’s wrong, my dear?”

“I just… I feel like I’ve missed out on so much.”

“You’ve been through an ordeal. We all have, but you most of all. But you’re back home, you’re strong, and it’s the start of a brand-new year. Don’t you worry… those little girls are resilient! Just like their Momma. You’re here now, Casey. Everything is going to be fine.”

She watched closely for Casey’s reaction, and when there was none, she moved to her side on the sofa. “I said, everything is going to be fine. Did you hear me… Cassondra?”

Casey smirked and leaned on her mother-in-law’s shoulder before the two women burst out laughing.

The relative quiet that filled the room dispersed as soon as the girls returned. Tobias sat on the floor by Casey’s feet and helped their two girls open their brightly decorated jars.

“They’re so pretty! What are they?” Casey asked.

“One is our wish jar, and the other is our happiness jar,” Samantha replied.

Brooke did not look up from her task of removing the strips of brightly colored paper from the large jars when she replied. “Daddy made them with us when you were in the hospital, Mommy.”

Casey cocked her head in her husband’s direction.

“We made them together when you were still… sick. The wish jar is pretty self-explanatory,” Tobias said, moving next to his wife on the couch. “The girls wrote their wishes on a piece of paper, and I told them we’d all be here to read them together on New Year’s morning. I was very confident that the number of wishes that came true would outnumber those that did not.”

“That was a risky game you played there, Dr. Carrick.”

“No, it wasn’t,” he said, taking Casey’s hand, “it had to happen. It had to be true.”

She squeezed his fingers between hers and smiled sweetly. “And the happiness jar?”

“Well, it’s easy to be overwhelmed with the difficult things that happen,” Vivian chimed in, “but easy to forget the good. So we told the girls to write at least one good thing that happened every day and put it in the jar.

“Somedays, I put more than one, Mommy,” Brooke smiled as she poured the jar's stuffed contents onto the carpet.

“And today,” Tobias said, taking baby Kayla in his arms. “We get to read them.”

Vivian joined the two older girls on the floor, “I’ll help you, so Daddy can stay on the couch with Mommy and Kayla.”

Brooke immediately handed her Grammie a pastel-hued scrap of paper, and Vivian whispered into her ear. Brooke’s eyes lit up as she repeated her grandmother's words.

“I wish that my Mommy and baby sister come home soon. I wrote that one!”

“That’s when we didn’t have a name for Kayla yet,” Sam clarified. “I can read this one myself, Gram. It says I want lots of hugs. And I got them!”

“See, what did I tell you? Most of these were bound to come true!”

They continued until the wishes jar was emptied and it was time to open the happiness jar.”

“… today we had homemade cookies….”

“… the teacher gave me a homework pass….”

“… I got to meet my little sister…. “

“… Daddy hugged me, and I stopped crying….”

“… Kayla came home from the hospital….”

“ … Grammie helped put up our Christmas tree….”

“ … Mommy came home today too….”

“… we left out cookies for Santa….”

Tobias picked one up and smiled, “I’ve got all my girls home with me,” he turned to Casey with a tear in his eye and placed the slip of paper in her hand, “I wrote that one.”

Casey sniffled and wiped a tear from her cheek as Vivian handed out tissues to the grown-ups.

“Why are you crying, Mommy?” Brooke asked.

“Because I’m so happy. I love these jars, girls. Why don’t we make this a family tradition? We can decorate new jars today, and we can fill them all year.”

“Then next New Year, we can read the new ones!” Sam added.

“Exactly,” Casey smiled.

Tobias tugged Casey closer to his side. “I love that idea.”

“Well, I’ll tell you what, the stores open at noon, and all your aunties and uncles will be here by then. I can go to the store and get some more supplies, and we can make the jars together.”

“Oh, Vivian, you better get extra. When Sienna hears this idea, she’s going to want to make a jar for every person she knows.”

“And then some,” Tobias laughed.

“I will, now you two get upstairs and get some rest. Especially you, Cassondra! I would love some quality time with my little girls,” she smiled, taking Kayla from Tobias's arms. "You two, you deserve some time alone.”

“You know you are not getting any more grandchildren, right, Vivian?” Casey grinned.

“Oh, no. You two have done all you needed to do, now… you can just rest,” she winked.

Casey & Tobias paused at the top of the stairs and looked down at Vivian and the girls laughing on the floor as baby Kayla slept nearby.

“You think she’s got this?” Casey smiled.

“My Mom?” He answered with bulging eyes, “Please, it will take more than three rug rats to ruffle her feathers.”

Casey turned when she felt his stare on her. “What?” she asked flippantly.

“Have I mentioned how happy I am to have you back home with us?”

“A few hundred times per day.”

“Good, then I’m close to saying it enough. All my girls... happy, healthy, and under one roof… this is the happiest new year ever. Even if my Mom is one of the girls.”

“Happy New Year, baby.”

“Happy New Year.”

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[spicycinnabun]

@118dailydrabble for day 39 prompt worst ☔︎︎ rated: g ☔︎︎ pair: buck/tommy

“I’m exhausted, Evan,” Tommy said, sighing.

The blood drained from Buck’s face. His brain skipped like a record, twisting Tommy’s words into one of his worst memories. Only this time it wasn’t his best friend saying it, it was his boyfriend.

You’re exhausting, Evan.

“Can we revisit this once we’ve both had some sleep?” Tommy added.

Buck barely heard him. Bees were in his ears, a continuous buzzing drone growing louder with each passing second. His chest felt tight, and his breathing went off-kilter.

He white-knuckled the counter, whispered, “I didn’t mean to be exhausting.”

He jolted a little when hands cupped his cheeks, Tommy’s concerned face swimming in his vision. “Sweetheart, no, I’m just tired from work.”

[otrtbs]

me when i confront etsy sellers for selling my fanfic sometimes...

[giggly-squiggily]

Hoodie (My Hero Academia)

Heyo! Bringing back some NOSTALGIA! :D So this was actually a fic I submitted to @otomiyaa's old blog waaaaay back when I was still a baby fic writer. The submission has been lost, but I figured why not blow off the dust, give it a fresh coat of formatting and editing and bring it here! :D I don't know if you're still a DabiHawks shipper Ginny, but I hope this brings some good nostalgia to you :3 Keep being amazing, friend!

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CW: Swearing- It's Dabi after all

Summary: Dabi likes to steal Hawk's clothes-even if they feel "weird" with all the feathers stuck within. Hawks decides to explore what that really means.

With Dabi, Hawks could never predict what was coming. And he loved it.

The villain had a way to him that drew at Hawks. It was endearing and baffling and all and all an addiction Hawks didn’t want to kick.

Sometimes the Villain would break into his home while Hawks was on patrol. When the Pro-hero checked his security alert, he would be given the sight of Dabi lounging about in his apartment, drowning in the birdman’s hoodie and eating his hot Cheetos.

Other times Dabi would tell Hawks to meet him in the most obscure locations, ones that required lots of twists and turns and always leaving the Pro hero exhausted by the time he got there. The information he received wasn’t always worth it, but the scarred yet gentle kisses Dabi gave him were.

Today was no different. Dabi had made himself at home in Hawks' apartment when the Prohero got there, once again wearing his hoodie as he stretched out along his couch. No snacks this time. Dabi’s jacket was folded behind his head in a makeshift pillow, and his boots were kicked off, placed neatly by the front door.

Hawks bit down a laugh as he closed the door, taking his time removing his jacket and boots before walking over. A sight like this must be savored. “Seems like you’re quite attached to that hoodie, huh?”

Dabi cracked open an unfairly blue eye, looking up at Hawks through tuffs of black hair. “Hmmm...” He drawled, stretching his arms lazily over his head and leaving them there, hoodie riding up and revealing a line of silver skin. “It’s warm. ‘S not like you wear it, anyway.”

“That’s because you're always stealing it.” Hawks replied with a smirk, making his way over to the cozy villain and climbing on top of him. A few adjustments later he was  bracing his arms on either side of Dabi’s head. “Not that I’m complaining, though. You look good in my clothes.”

Dabi rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the twitch of his lips at Hawks' words. “Whatever. It’s too big, and it's always full of feathers.” Dabi reached a hand out, running his fingers through the soft red wings that encased him. The gesture earned Hawks’ hum of approval. “I have to pluck them off before I can wear it.”

“Do they bother you?” Hawks asked, eyes curious as he reached up, capturing Dabi’s hand, rubbing his thumb along the scarred knuckles. They were old, no longer raw and painful. He wanted to kiss them again and again, even if Dabi couldn’t feel it.

“Not really. They just feel weird.” Dabi mused, smoothing out the miscue feathers with gentle fingers. “Pretty bird...” he murmured, making Hawks blush.

 The Prohero watched him curiously, hung up on Dabi’s earlier comment. “Feels weird, huh?” He let his free hand fall to Dabi’s hip, sneakily pushing the oversized cloth up with his hand.

“Yeah. They’re too- niieh!” Dabi flinched with a yelp when he felt something soft brush his skin. He glared down at the lone wing close to his exposed waist, then at the smirking hero above him. “Just what do you think your do-ah!” He flinched again when the wing brushed his side, aiming for untouched skin. Realization hit him like a ton of bricks, and he glared fiercely, trying to ignore the growing blush filling his face. “Don’t you fucking dare!”

Hawks grinned, eyes alight like a child just discovering Christmas for the first time. “Weird, huh?” He asked again, quickly reaching up and trapping Dabi’s hand within his own.. “You’re ticklish?”

The villain didn’t respond, opting to glare instead. Hawks flexed his wings.

“Hawks, I swear to god, if you tickle me-“ Dabi didn’t get to finish his threat, clamping his mouth shut and squirming about as Hawk’s feathery appendage traced his skin, the tickly touch leaving trails of goosebumps along the pale skin.

“Hm? What was that?” Hawks teased, his smile growing as Dabi squirmed and quivered beneath him, cheeks flushed a soft pink and jaw set in an attempt to keep the embarrassing noises at bay. “Aww! What a cutie! Trying so hard to hide it-come on, let me see that smile!” Hawks teased, finally slipping a hand under Dabi’s hoodie and gently clawed at the sensitive skin.

“GAH! Ahehehehhahahahaha! F-Fuahhahahaha! Stahahap! Dahahahamn y-yohoohhhohou!” The dam broke. Dabi threw his head back and cackled, eyes squeezing shut with mirth as Hawks tickled him mercilessly. He thrashed and squirmed, kicking his feet against the couch cushions as he tried to wriggle free. “Freahhahahaking wiihihings!”

 The Pro hero grinned, delighted by the reaction from the usually somber villain. “There it is! I knew you had some semblance of joy in you! Tickle tickle tickle, Dabi!”

“S-SHuhuhuhuhut uhuhuhp! Ahehehehahhaha! GAH! Nohohohohoho bihihiihihrdie  stAhahahap!” Dabi arched with a squeak when Hawks’ fingers brushed over the lower parts of his stomach, fingers and feathers very gently teasing the terribly sensitive skin like a dance. It left the brunette howling with laughter- the tops of his cheeks burning like the flames he could create. If he still had working tear ducks, he was sure he’d be misty eyed right now.

And Hawks- oh that freaking Hawks. He was laughing with him,seemingly overjoyed by the sight of him so vulnerable! Though- he had to admit; the sound of him laughing was rather nice…

Finally, when Dabi couldn’t take it anymore- when he was just barely getting out a wheeze that embarrassingly sounded like a dog toy- did Hawks stop. The tickles came to an end; his hand opting to rest his hand against Dabi’s warm chest. As the villain gasped for air, he rubbed soothing circles into it, helping him compose himself.

“Ahehehehe..hehehehe…fuhuhuhuck..” Falling back into the couch cushions, Dabi closed his eyes-willing himself to calm. He felt both humiliated and exhausted and…free. Relaxed. At ease. The feeling of Hawks’ hand against his scarred chest- that comforting pressure as he listened to his racing heartbeat- it was nice.

Bastard.

“F-Fuhuck you...Birdie.” Dabi growled, reaching up and punching Hawks in the shoulder. Only the punch was more of a tap, and Hawks laughed as he caught his hand, bringing the scarred limb up and kissing his knuckles.

 “Hey, you enjoyed it! You could have broken free at any time.”

That comforting feeling grew as he realized…he was right. The entire time Hawks had him, he wasn’t holding on that tight- and if Dabi really wanted to escape, he could. The fact he had that option from the get go did funny things to his chest.

Then the humility came crashing back- leaving the scarred villain redder than Hawks wings, which was what he promptly shoved his face against to hide in mortification. “S-Shut up! I- don’t laugh!” His muffled stammering was enough to send Hawks into a laughing fit, flopping against the embarrassed villain and pulling him entirely into his chest.

 “Come now. Don’t be embarrassed. Everyone's ticklish. Even you.”

Dabi groaned against him, only peering out to glare at his feathery boyfriend. “I hate you.” 

Hawks smiled, leaning down and kissing him gently. “I love you too.”

Thanks for reading!

[adventures-in-mangaland]

I'm going with 10 All Time Classics from the Captain America (MCU) fandom. I mean, they're all classics to me, at least. In no particular order:

1. This, You Protect by owlet

First installment in the Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail series, which are all amazing. It's a “Bucky escaping Hydra and rebuilding his sense of self” fic, which he does while spying on Steve. With eventual Avengers Family and a lovely cast of OCs bonding with Bucky in the meantime. It has a very distinctive perspective and writing style; Bucky's in constant internal (and sometimes accidentally external) dialogue with himself, making it hilarious and tragic all at the same time. I love it. I've recently been getting into The Murderbot Diaries by Martha Wells and this Bucky has a similar sassy-but-vulnerable vibe? Read this if you like that, anyway.

2. The One Who Knows by Dira Sudis (dsudis)

This is a Political Animals AU, in that no-powers Steve is inserted into the Political Animals world and Bucky is TJ. Discusses being outed and depression but is ultimately hopeful. The author is one of my all time faves and has written lots of great stories for this and many other fandoms.

3. Blue Scales by chaya

Steve is a merman AU. He's still Captain America, though. It's crack with heart, I love it.

Best line: "May your scales and your love story be our weird secret forever.”

4. Our Lingering Frost by eyres

AU where Bucky is rescued from Hydra in the 50s (?) and so is around for Steve to be found.

5. Assets Out of Containment by follow_the_sun

It's a classic to *me*, OK? Bucky goes undercover at Jurassic World just as that movie's plot kicks off. They're Hydra dinosaurs! It's just great. Also has a podfic and crossovers with Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

6. Not Easily Conquered (series) by dropdeaddream and WhatAreFears

Some of the greatest fanfiction I've ever read, the whole series is epic. Anyway, it's a "Steve doesn't go into the ice" AU with added queer angst when (never sent) love letters from Bucky resurface. I particularly like the second installment in the series The Thirteen Letters, which are just Bucky's letters and are insanely well-written.

7. to memory now I can't recall by Etharei

Time travel AU! Featuring post-CATWS Bucky accidentally switching places with CATFA era Bucky.

8. If Wishing Made It So by Leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)

Genie!Bucky AU! This author is great at writing AUs with fantasy/genre elements, it was hard to choose. They've also written an excellent werewolf!Steve AU and a horse!Steve AU that I really love.

9. Into That Good Night by Nonymos

An Interstellar AU! Very angsty and tragic but with an eventual happy ending.

10. Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell Leicester Square by Speranza

Speranza must be one of the best writers in the fandom, so it was hard to pick just one of their fics. Other strong contenders were All the Angels and the Saints and The Fifties, so check those out too! But this one has a special place in my heart. Steve, Tony and Natasha accidentally time travel to WW2 London, leading to an accidental run-in with CATFA-era Bucky. The author does tragic and romantic time travel tropes so well, but with a happy ending.

I now realise that most of these are AUs, so here’s a bonus rec for a non-AU in-universe story that’s severely underrated and deserves more love:

+1

Heart, Have No Pity on this House of Bone by Sena

This story follows Bucky in-action in the Pacific Theatre. It’s very well written and, from what I can tell, well researched. Steve only appears in Bucky’s imagination and the story focuses on the horrors of war rather than romance, but it’s gripping! And it explores unrequited love, being closeted and period-typical homophobia, which I also enjoyed. I’m still holding out hope for a sequel.

[raayllum]

“How would you feel about not leaving the Silvergrove, after the wedding?” she asked. “Or just... leaving the Spire, soon-ish? We’d be closer to my parents, to Katolis and Ez. Still not too far from Zubeia and Zym.” 

Callum’s brow knit together. “Oh.” “I know it would be a bit of a hassle for your students. We could corral the Council into letting them through the illusion spell so you could still teach, and we don’t have to decide anything right now, mind you—” Rayla stopped, a small smile playing upon her lips. “Why are you smiling at me like that?”

He leaned forwards and kissed her briefly. “Because,” he murmured, not going far, letting his forehead and the tip of his nose rest against hers. “I’m thinking about what our new home could look like.”

Her smile grew. “And what would it look like?” “Well the master bedroom is obviously the most important room in the house for a newlywed couple like us—”

Rayla laughed and rolled her eyes. “Yes of course, no wonder you want to wait only two and a half years before we start using it.” He laughed too and tucked her hair behind her ears. “But, in all seriousness, I dunno. A workshop maybe like Ethari’s, cause I would want to keep teaching. Those blinds, like curtains that they have in Lux Aurea could be really nice. I’m sure my aunts would give us a pair. A quieter house like Lain and Tiadrin’s maybe. But not too far. I’m sure you’ll want to teach little elf warriors in training, too. You and Runaan could run classes together—he might need a hobby once there’s no more impending doom. A couple of guest bedrooms for when Ez and Soren visit.”

“And a room that can be a nursery,” Rayla added. “A wrap around porch?” “Wind chimes.” 

“A place to hang my weapons, and your drawings. Your mage staff too.” “A big kitchen,” Callum considered. “And living room. For when everyone comes over.” 

“And not too far from the meadows,” she said, her eyes soft, “so we can take our family there on weekends. Both the one we have now and the one we’ll make in the future.”

“After we defeat Aaravos?” he said, and she nodded. “We’ll have the rest of our lives,” she said. At long last.

—if time is money, april 17th, 2020 / 7x05, sticky fingers, dec 19 2024

[skyloftian-nutcase]

If you're okay with it, maybe HW Link and Fierce having a quiet moment? They're an underrated pair.

Link was supposed to be alone for this mission.

It had been a straightforward one, at least. He was investigating enemy movements and gathering intel. It was pointless to drag the other two younger heroes along, and he’d wanted them to rest. Instead, someone had tagged along, and when Link argued the boy couldn’t keep up because he was younger and needed sleep, the little forest sprite had taken it as a challenge.

He really should have known better than to escalate the matter, honestly. There was a reason he usually let Proxi do the talking. He supposed he’d have to learn to be better with his words.

In either case, here he sat amidst rocks near a cliffside, in the chilly dark, with a war god.

Well. A supposed war god. The Fierce Deity had proven he was far more of a Mother Hen than anything else.

But tonight the pair was quiet. They were both on the hunt, watching for enemy movements. It wasn’t until the moon was starting to make its descent towards the horizon that the deity finally spoke.

”You should get some rest.” The deity’s voice, even when spoken so quietly, held such power that it seemed to electrify the air. Nevertheless, his eyes, though blanket and otherworldly, were tranquil, lulling Link in as he looked at him.

The hero shook his head. “We still haven’t caught sight of them. They should be coming through here. I’m not going to sleep on the job.”

“I commend your resolve, little soldier,” Fierce noted. “But I can stay awake longer than you.”

“Don’t you need your sleep too?” Link questioned before narrowing his eyes. “And your host definitely does.”

“Shifts, then,” Fierce conceded. “I will not allow you to stay up all night.”

Link bristled a little, but he also knew that arguing was pointless. He’d learned that with the mythical being by now. Sighing heavily, he rolled his eyes, defeated. “Fine.”

As Link slowly curled in on himself to try and stay warm on the dirt and gravel, he noticed Fierce still watching him. He tried to ignore him a moment before finally asking, “What’s wrong?”

“You look different than when I last saw you,” Fierce noted, a strange intonation in his words. It wasn’t just an observation, there was some kind of emotion behind it.

Link blinked, confused.

“War changes everyone,” Fierce muttered, looking out at the road below. “I forgot how much it hurts youth. Get some rest, little soldier. I’ll keep you safe.”

The lamentation hit Link like a splash of water, and he felt both guilty and touched. He wondered, for a moment, how much the war had changed him. “Does it do the same to you?”

Fierce was motionless for a moment before smiling a little. “My purpose is to protect.”

“As is mine,” Link affirmed determinedly.

The deity chuckled now, ruffling LInk’s hair, catching the hero off guard. “So it is, Hero.” There was a fondness in his face now, between the small smile and the way his painted eyebrows relaxed, the creases of his forehead disappearing. “Get some sleep, Link.”

Link’s chest was warm as he shuffled closer to the deity, settling in to rest under his protective care, hair still frazzled from being ruffled. He didn’t bother fixing it, smiling instead.

[daffi-990]

Throwback Thursday

Tagged by @dangerpronebuddie & @tizniz

Sharing the first fanfic I wrote. The one that started it all.

Remember To Remember Me | 31K

Something is wrong.

“Buck”, Eddie says his name slowly, like he’s a deer that could easily be startled, “do you remember Monday night, after I got home from working a shift without you?”

“We had a few beers and you told me about that crazy call.”

“Yes. And do you remember what happened afterwards?”

“Uh — no? Should I?”

The ice in his veins spreads and soon his whole body feels frozen, like a bucket of icy water has just been dumped all over him.

“Oh shit, did I drink too much on an empty stomach again? That always leaves me way drunker than I should be and I can’t remember shit the next day.”

Buck doesn’t remember.

He doesn’t remember .

Eddie’s entire world crashes down around him. He feels like his body has stopped working. He doesn’t know if he’s breathing but he’s pretty sure his heart has stopped.

Buck’s memories of them can’t be gone.

OR

Buck and Eddie finally get together only for lightning to strike a few days later, leaving Buck with no memories of them ever becoming a couple.

No pressure tagging:

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[clownakai]

Truly the toxic yuri of all time

[notsocooljess]

one year and one day ago i posted my first everlark fanfic on ao3! i was so excited to write this when i thought of the idea i wrote the entire thing in the notes app on my phone from 11PM-2AM in one sitting, checked it over the next morning for any errors, and posted it. i hadn’t rejoined tumblr yet, so it was really a shout to the void lol.

Glances is still one of my favorite things i’ve written. here’s the link if you wanna check it out :P

[bemusedlybespectacled]

I volunteer with an organization of very high needs disabled people and I have to say, they delight in using AI to put stories together. It even inspires them to make their own edits and additions, though many struggle with typing or verbal skills. I don't want to tell anyone how to feel but it seems like weird ideological purity policing to exclude them from a social event where they might connect to people and find community.

So my first question is: why AI specifically? Why not literally any other method of writing? If they're capable of doing edits/additions, then why can't they first write the story out using speech-to-text, or an AAC device, or dictate it to someone else, and then edit/add to it later?

Coming up with ideas/a plot is creative and requires skill, but it's a different kind of creativity and skill than actually writing it down/connecting those dots. Like, James Patterson doesn't write most of his books; he writes out long outlines for a ghostwriter to work off of, then makes notes or changes to the draft before sending it back to the ghostwriter. It would be unfair to say that he doesn't have any skills at all, but it would also be unfair to say that he wrote all of his books himself when they were actually mostly written by someone else. A lot of the time, movies will have separate credits for the person who came up with the idea and the person who actually wrote the screenplay, because they are separate things requiring different skills.

NaNoWriMo, as a concept, is about practicing the latter skill. You're presumed to have already learned how to come up with ideas – otherwise, what would you work on for a month? The actual work of crafting enough sentences that your story becomes a full text and not an outline is really fucking hard, and that's why so many writers get stalled at the ideas stage and never actually write anything. If you don't have those skills to start, that's okay, because most people don't! The whole point is to practice them over the month! And even if you never hit 50k (I haven't!), you can at least say that you practiced that skill. Even if you only wrote ten words a day because that's literally the most you can do, writing ten words every day for thirty days is still a huge accomplishment!

To use the marathon metaphor from the originating post: both driving a car and running a marathon are skills, but they are not the same skill. If you can't run a marathon – if you are just trying to get to the point where you can walk briskly for five miles without tasting blood when you breathe – reaching that goal is still an accomplishment, even if you're not full on running a marathon. If you are just starting to learn how to drive without having a panic attack, being able to do that is also an accomplishment, even if it's not the same thing as winning the Indy500. Modest goals are still goals and achieving them is a thing to be celebrated.

But I don't think it's ideological purity to say that there's a difference between achieving a very modest goal because the "full thing" is just not feasible for whatever reason, and achieving a totally different goal entirely. "I finally drove to the store and back all by myself!" is genuinely great, but not something you'd necessarily work on in your running group.

[lewishamiltonstuff]

Always been the goat!