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#please help fanfic writers
ourplacetobefree · 2 years
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Can someone, anyone write a fanfic(s) of Navy! Buck and Army! Eddie. Like it could either be a one shot where they have stolen moments in the country they're both based in because they're on a mission that requires both the army and the navy to cooperate or
A fic a full chaptered angst filled, longing fic where they had a fling in the same setting and they begin to build a relationship against all the their upbringings and the navy/army toxic masculinity they're surroubded by, but then something happens (your choice) and then eddie finishes his tour (he was close to the end when they meet) and they lose touch and everything with Shannon in canon plays out and some how they find their way back to each other, but it has lots of flashbacks to the army relationship cause it need it 🥺
Please tag me if you write ANYTHING along these lines.
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cecescomposition · 11 months
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the absolute struggle of knowing the exact plot of your fic, what the characters facial expressions will look like, what sounds will happen, the emotions, the lighting, everything….
except it’s all playing as a movie in your head and you can’t articulate any of it.
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firesmokeandashes · 10 months
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All the fanfic readers/writers, after finding out they can't read their before-bed fanfics, and escape reality for a little bit, because ao3 is down:
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"Riddle me this Batman, what dresses like a bat, is annoying, and is a beta male? YOU! Stop mogging around me. You'll make me turn into the Rizzler. And trust me, you don't want to see me when I mew. I'll send your beta wolf ass back to elementary school. Gotham only has room for alphas like me. My looksmaxing is too strong for you to handle. The citizens of Gotham aren't ready to witness the sigma energy I hold. I'll kick your gyatt back to Ohio with my skibidi powers. You can't push your phanum tax on me with your smooth brain. I AM THE TRUE SIGMA! I AM!"
*Mews intensely*
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museaway · 1 year
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what's something about fic that you just adore? mine is authors who talk in their ao3 tags. it's so cute
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daniswoso · 3 months
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“Would that be so bad?”
Leah Williamson x Reader
Warnings: SELF HARM, mentioned and no one physically does it in the fic but it’s alluded to. Suicidal thoughts, HEAVY on the angst. Please don’t read if you are struggling, and read at your own risk and pace. Thank you.
Summary: What if you want something bad to happen?
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You were in bed. Asleep. Your back to the woman you love.
Meanwhile Leah was wide awake, adjusting herself every 3 seconds, but never being able to take her eyes off the back of your head.
The thing was, you had just faced a life altering (maybe even career changing, but Leah didn’t want to think about that right now) injury.
Your 2 ACL tear in 2 seasons. You recovered from your last one quicker than most, spending 289 days on the sidelines recovering as opposed to the typical 300 odd. Then you tore it again not even 3 weeks later in a match against Tottenham.
Ashleigh Neville went in for an ,admittedly awful, tackle which caused you to go down. You heard the pop, felt the same throb, felt the lump in your throat and the tears stream down your cheeks.
You knew you’d done it.
And Leah knew too, it seemed. Because she came storming down to Tottenham’s half with a look that rivalled the aggression of Roy Keane in his prime, fully prepared to rip both the ref and Neville a new one.
But when she saw you, crumpled on the floor looking utterly defeated she stopped short.
All she could think about was how much this was going to affect you mentally again, just like last time.
Because last time you isolated yourself. You stayed locked in your’s and Leah’s room, only going out for physio or doctor’s appointments, to have a quick wash, a single slice of toast; then the cycle repeated.
Lock yourself away.
Shower and go to physio.
Come back.
Eat one tiny thing.
Lock yourself away.
Repeat.
It was a dangerous cycle, Leah knew that as she was the one looking after you. But some days she felt like she’d failed, some days she’d find both new and faded cuts on your wrist and thighs that knocked her sick.
And this time was no different.
Leah had come to bed. You had been there all day. Leah had done her nightly routine, you had not. You’d been in bed all fucking day.
And Leah felt useless.
So at 3:29 AM, she shook you awake, sick of not knowing what was going on in your head.
“Babe..” You murmured, shaking her hands off you.
“Y/N please, just wake the fuck up.” The urgency in Leah’s voice and the crack in her tone caused you to shoot up.
“Love? Are you okay? What’s happening?” Questions came spewing out of your mouth at a million miles per hour, fearing for the worst.
Leah put a hand on your forearm to relax you and you try to ignore the slight sting of the fabric pressing against the lines on your arm, “I’m worried about you.” She admits.
And your heart stops, slowing down. Your eyes feel like they’re about to pop out of your skull.
“Please, please just talk to me, what’s going on?” Her voice was urgent.
“Nothing.” Your reply was calm, short.
“Y/N…” Leah sighs, switching on the lights. “If you don’t talk to me, something bad’s going to happen! I’m scared! Okay? I’m fucking scared what you’ll do to yourself!” She shouts, desperate to not cry.
“What if I want something bad to happen?!” You snap, your voice dry and your words loud.
Leah stops. You stop.
“Y/N… Are- Do you… Are you going to kill yourself?” Leah murmurs the words as if the mere thought of them makes you sick.
“I… No. I’m not going to, and- and I don’t want to kill myself… I just wouldn’t be sad if I did die soon.” You admit shakily, tears streaming and your breath coming in short shaky gasps.
“Oh… Oh baby.” Leah sobs, bringing you into a hug. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She mumbles into your hair as your tears wet her shoulder.
“I didn’t want to worry you.”
She tries to hold back a sob, kissing the top of your head, “You worry me more by locking yourself away.” She mumbles.
“Please just promise me you’ll talk to me. We can get better together.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah.”
You were tired of feeling like you had the world on your shoulders, tired of feeling like you were deadlifting 600lbs by yourself. But you were so grateful Leah was there now.
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A/N: lowk hate the ending, but enjoy anyway!
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idiototheinternet · 2 months
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For every note this gets I'll write five words in a fanfic\original writing thing that I'll try to share with you guys
Reblogs are allowed, comments also work, tags are allowed, I NEED THAT SWEET PEER PRESSURE
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ghostywispe · 6 months
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yada yada rb for bigger sample size and all that jazz
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Someone PLEAAASEEEE write me a longer version of this 🦋 Polin 🐝 mini fic that I wrote because I have been hallucinating about this since the trailer dropped 🙏🏼
(expand to read the mini fic!)
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"Mr. Colin Bridgerton, the completely unhinged and oblivious man that he is, casually reaches out 🤏🏼 and adjusts one Ms. Penelope Featherington’s necklace, to shift the teardrop 💧 pearl pendant that is askew.
He aligns the pearl with her cleavage, like this is a perfectly normal thing for him to do 🤷🏻‍♂️
In a daze of suddenly thinking about her other pearl 🙇🏻‍♂️💭👀, his index finger slowly traces down 👆🏼 from the adjusted pendant and over the beautiful line of her deep cleavage ( . Y . ) until suddenly his brain catches up 😳 because her breasts are now covered in goosebumps and rising and falling rapidly 📈 from all her heavy breathing 🫢
He pulls his hand back fast 🌩️ - mostly in shock of his own damn audacity to have done this so publicly 💀 - and definitely not because he wanted to stop touching her like this.
Actually, he suddenly realizes that he never wants to stop touching her like this 🤯"
And then BAM 💥 they are both just staring at each other’s eyes 👁️ 👁️ and lips 🫦 being insanely horny 🥵 and feral™️ on main 🫣
Extra points for just going straight to…
🗣️😈😩☄️🐎🚋🥵⏳🔥🐱⛲️👅💥🫴🏼🐱🫦💦💥🏡🕯️🤤🪞🫂😍✨💞🔏✍🏻🤯💌📚🔓🗝️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨🛏️🪞🫂❤️‍🔥🫴🏼💦🍆🐱🌹🍾🍒🧨🍆🍑‼️🫦🌋💥🤤✊🏼🍆👅🥛💦🛏️🪞♋️‼️🌋💥😌🛁🧖🏻🧼🧖🏻‍♀️🥰👫🛌💤
with or without the cute parts… 😉
And even more points if you just wanna keep those cute parts in, and even add in some…
🌅💓💍🤗🏃🏻‍♂️🏃🏻‍♀️⛪️💐👰🏻‍♀️🥹🙋🏻‍♂️🙌🏼💃🏻🕺🏻⏳🤰🏻👨🏻‍🍼😇♾️
Please tag me if you do write something like this.
All major credits to the gif makers, fic writers, and Pen’s cleavage 👀💯🫣🫢
Ok thank you bye🙏🏼 😳👋🏼
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saintyaru · 1 year
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first few days for Aak in the agency must be so funny (sad). Prob got in trouble many times, one time he be like "yeah fuck you, i don't need you guys" . Lee said to Waai and Hung that "yeah don't worry he'll be back"
and boom 7 hours later a familiar wet cat arrives at their building
(look i would write a fanfic but I don't trust my own writing)
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cubbiekins · 2 months
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It’s gotten out of hand 😭🤚 @graveswithadot @mybrainisoveractive
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athena-xox · 3 days
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Can good writers please actually give me tips because I feel like my writing is so boring
Like either I can ten pages of straight dialogue because I can’t find where to put other things
Or in between dialogue I’ll put way too much inner thoughts that you don’t even remember what the character was just saying
Like how do I balance my writing without the description / thinking sounding out of place 😭😭
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stars-forever · 16 days
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This post and poll help others get ideas about what to do with their own stories on AO3 and how they can protect them.
Please repost/reblog so that it can reach and help more people.
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your-local-baguette · 11 months
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HEYYYY it’s me again with another amazing request😏 okay so this time it’s Marc Snuffi and reader okay so I was thinking Marc has been not coming home in time because he’s a coach and reader made food for him because she was excited because it was his birthday but he came late and reader fell asleep on the dinner table and when Marc came home he saw them and felt bad and guilty and he woke up the reader and she felt sad and marc got sad so he prepared a small dinner for both of them and celebrated his birthday and a kiss😏 (I’m really bad at endings you can change it cuz I don’t really like the end)
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I see like no snuffy stuff apart from parental figure so im really happy you requested this. Im also having a kind of writer block so just at the right time lol. May our delusion unite. Im also horrible at cooking so more delusion to believe in
I feel like its gonna be a little short... Anyway enjoy!
To never let go...
A slight humming echoed through the apartment only to be heard by yourself. Your wooden spoon pushed the vegetables around in the frying pan. Fresh fried vegetables, along with some tagliatelle who were cooking in a pot next to you. You swiftly took out plates, dividing the vegetables portion unevenly, more for you beloved husband, he must be hungry after all that work. You also took out the noodles, sprinkling some cheese and sauce over both portions. A bit of salt resting on top of all vegetables pieces and a miso soup on the side. You brought the plate on the table, sitting in front of yours, tapping your nails excitedly against the hard wooden table. The clock ticked, seconds by seconds turned in minutes by minutes.
It had been fifteen minutes and your smile started fading, more tapping your nails in anxiety than excitement. He was usually home by now, you kept your hopes up and waited.
The minute needle on the clock had already did one and half turn, you gritted your teeth in anxiety. It was already eight pm, your eyes started to feel heavy, you layed your head next to your untouched plate. Soft music playing in the background, your mind drifting off to sleep, the second you felt yourself go, the door sound woke you up. You didn't even have the energy to get up, your body and mind too exhausted to do anything, you were wide awake but head layed in your arms and eyes closed. Quiet steps could be heard, like it was done on purpose" im awake love" you said raising your upper body, rubbing your eyes and stretching afterward. You walked toward him and opened your arms to which he welcomed himself." Hello" he said in one of the most gentle voice, you cupped his face, looking up at the man embracing your fragile body." Happy birthday. Let me reheat the mea-" he shushed you with his finger" don't bother, you're clearly exhausted, i'll make something" " bu-" " no bargains" you nodded, lower lip sticking out a bit. He smiled at you expression walking in the kitchen, you sat down and watched his back with a smile. A comfortable silence filling your shared apartment, well that was apart from the soft music in the background.
A plate was placed in front of you, a candle resting in front of it, the last and most important piece to finish this magnificent view, was your husband. Sitting calmly in front of you, face resting in his palm, other one placed over your hand. This was so intimate somehow, you both ate in a peaceful quietness, an intimate dinner, every word shared through your crossing gazes. Smile attached to the both of your lips, they closed like magnets, connecting in a swift but gentle motion. The instant felt like thousand of years, when parted only to be joined in one last peck. An intimated gesture that leaded in one of the sweetest moment.
The music of your first date, playing in the background, both of your bodies swaying around in a romantic dance. The exact same dance of the night of your wedding, both of you stuck in your own world, the other people just absent. Only thinking about one another...
The majestic ice white dress followed your steps, bodies pressed against one another, face inches part. Only eachother for eachother, a romantic slow playing in the background, other couples dancing around. But both of you in center of it all, the flowers decorating your freshly styled hair, lips joined in a kiss that ended and started something. The slow ended, your arms still didn't leave his neck while his still rested on your hips. Clapping could be heard has everyone was staring at you and Marc....
The music fell silent as you both stood in the middle of the living room, embracing eachother in a hope to never let go
To never let go...
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wulanvansunshine · 1 month
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How tf do you actually start writing a fanfic though. I have had this idea for so long but idk how to start it. And I seriously need to write it because if I get it right GOD it would be so good
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Alright tumblr Merthur fans- I need help deciding which fic to write next. Vote below, please? My indecision MIGHT kill me.
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