Thinking about how different the presentation of fanfiction is compared to published works such as books. We include summaries, content warnings, genre tags, word counts... a series of clues to allow readers to decide if they want to interact with our content.
Books are so different. No word count to be seen (at least not on hard copies), no warnings (typically, except for potentially online book reviews). Just a title, a picture, a small summary to introduce the plot.
I understand why we arrange our fics the way we do; but sometimes I can't help but think how interesting it'd be to give less information, to let readers feel curious about the unknown. Still include trigger warnings of course, and specify gender/sex/sexual orientation to allow everyone to find what suits them... but maybe DON'T give word counts. Don't give too much detail in the AO3/Tumblr tags in the hopes of hooking people.
Allow our stories to have an element of surprise to them instead of predictability.
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Colin was out with friends for the evening, so Penelope reheated some leftovers for dinner, and then assembled all the things she needed for a quiet night in - lit candles, soft music echoing from their new bluetooth speakers, a cup of tea that was still hot on the coffee table, a comfortable blanket.
She’s sitting on the couch with said blanket and her carefully chosen book (Love in the Time of Cholera), and she should be having a great time. Back when Penelope was at her mother’s house, with all the commotion and whining, this was the kind of evening she’d dreamt about. Just her, quiet and cosy. No one to bother her.
But she lives with Colin, now. And while he is, occasionally, a bother, it’s never really unwelcome. Not when he could bat those blue eyes, shoot her a winsome grin and spin her around to the music like they’re ballroom dancing.
A quiet evening to herself seems boring in comparison.
What Penelope wants, in truth, is exactly what she has now - a little comfortable moment, but with Colin’s arms around her instead of a blanket. Leaning against him, maybe with his own book, instead of just the sofa arm.
She misses him, really. And it’s only been an hour or so.
Oh well. Penelope nestles back further into the couch. He won’t be back for a while, so the book will have to keep her company for now.
“Tell him yes,” She reads. “Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.”
Around fifteen minutes later, the front door opens. Penelope almost knocks over her mug of tea with how violently she jumps. And then - oh, it’s just Colin. And then - oh, it’s Colin!
‘Colin!’ she exclaims, interrupting her internal monologue by just stating it out loud. ‘What are you doing back so early?’
He’s leaning against the doorframe, flashing her that grin she adores. ‘Got all cosy, did you?’ he asks, looking around at the lit candles and bluetooth speaker and the blanket they got from his mother as a housewarming present. ‘Mind if I join in?’
Penelope moves along the sofa and lifts up the corner of the blanket in invitation. Colin slides right in, and they adjust - he’s now sitting where she’s just vacated, arm slung around her shoulders, and she’s leaning into him with one leg over his and one on the coffee table.
It’s even better than she imagined.
‘Missed you,’ Colin says after a minute. She’d gone back to her book and he was on his phone, reading an article, but she looks up at that.
‘They were talking about sports or something, and I thought, ‘I’d rather be home with my girl,’ so now I’m here,’ he says, looking right back at her.
Something warm unfurls in Penelope’s chest at that. At the pet name, at the fact that he’d preferred her boring evening to a fun night out, at the fact that he was now here and that it was exactly where he’d wanted to be.
Colin kisses her once, gently, and when she leans in again, he moves over to kiss her forehead instead.
‘We can do that later. You were prepared for a quiet night, right? Don’t let me get in the way of that,’ he says, equally as gently, and Penelope shakes her head.
‘You don’t get in the way. You make it better,’ she admits, and he smiles. Pulls her in closer.
‘Glad we moved in together,’ he says, and puts his phone on his thigh so he can reach over and carefully open her book back up, from where she’d been keeping track of her page with her thumb.
So Penelope goes back to her book, and Colin goes back to the article, and the track switches to a new piano piece. And then when her tea gets cold, he goes and makes her a new one, just the way she likes it.
Tell him yes, the book said. She’s so glad she did.
(Also on ao3)
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Anyone else ever fantasize about a partner muffling sneezes against you, but not into you?
Like, not being a mess person, having no interest (or even revulsion) when it comes to actually having spray/mess touch you (even if near you is alright)
But you still crave that intimacy of someone hitching, feeling their chest rise and fall, watching their nose twitch, building up to that release, as they pull you close and muffle it against you~
Catching it in a tissue as they duck into your chest,
Pulling you so close that they can aim over you,
Stifling completely against your shoulder,
Just that dazzling intimacy of having them indulge against you, without the aspect of ~fluids~
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I have a midwestern country Twilight agenda to push so heres my list of things Twi does/experienced from a certified midwesterner
- goes and stands on the deck as soon as there's talk of severe weather rolling in
- "ya know it wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the wind chill (winter) / humidity (summer)"
- very large bonfires (like we're talkin doesn't fully go out for days)
- long ass goodbyes (bonus points if it ends with Twi slapping his knee and say "welp 'spose i better get going")
- "ope", "don't cha know", "smells like rain" (not for the wolf reasons)
- any variation of talking about the weather
- way too many miscellaneous story about the hometown (like "oh those trees are in front of the school cause some kids died")
- complaining about the cities™ (bonus points if one city is the 'cake-eater' city)
- complaining about construction season
- complaining about people not knowing how to drive "we get snow every year how do you forget how to drive in it"
- bring your tractor to school day
- everything is a 20-30 minute drive away
- "jeet" (did ya eat), "jever" (did ya ever)
- nosy as hell
- really fast walker
-calls mosquitoes 'skeeters'
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