#comment fic

[machtaholic]

written for @steddiemicrofic, challenge: "hole", Rating: G, 404 words (which was a CHALLENGE, also @stevesjockstrap is an enabler *wink*)

"Steve!"

"Dustin, what're you doing here?" Steve leaned over the accounting ledger as he sat at the counter in the general store.

"Mom sent me to get a couple of - Steve! Don't move!"

"What? What's wrong?" Steve looked up and started lookng around, worried there was something on him.

"There's an alien coming out of your nose!" Dustin screeched.

"Alien … no Dustin, there's not an alien coming out of my nose," Steve replied. "It's called a piercing."

"Ouch, why would you do that?" Dustin asked.

Steve just shrugged as he went back to looking at the books. He'd undergone a bit of a transformation since the closing of the Upside Down and being reunited with Eddie - some of it more visible than others. He'd already gotten plenty of stares from the town and teasing from his friends when he'd shown up with the bright purple streak in his hair, but they'd all eventually gotten used to it. Next had come slight adjustments to his wardrobe - a little tighter than normal, because a certain someone wanted Steve to show off.

"Did it hurt?"

"Yeah, shithead, of course it hurt," Steve replied. "But it doesn't anymore. I tuck it up when I'm at work, not that Joyce cares."

"How long have you had it?"

"Dustin of the never ending questions!"

Steve glanced up at the sound of Eddie's voice to see his boyfriend enter the store and move behind the counter, tucking himself against Steve's side. Eddie'd gone through a bit of a change too, mostly because Steve had taken over Eddie's hair care.

"He finally saw my nose ring," Steve explained.

"Last one to notice," Eddie teased.

"Last one?!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Gotta be more observant," Steve replied. "Watch instead of shouting questions at people."

"But I always know things!" Dustin said.

"When it comes to the supernatural," Eddie added. "Not when it comes to the interpersonal."

"But, maybe we can throw you a bone," Eddie offered. "Give you first news."

"But only if you don't use it for personal gain," Steve said.

"Killjoy, but sure," Dustin replied.

"You forgot your cream," Eddie told Steve quietly. "Gotta make sure they don't become infected."

"My hero," Steve chuckled and turned, leaning in for a kiss before turning to Dustin. "I got my nipples pierced."

"Two days ago, in fact," Eddie said. "No one's noticed."

Steve watched Dustin's face for a few minutes.

"EW!"

#stranger things #steddie #comment fic #steddiemicrofic

[originalposterpiastri]

“Oscar, this might be beneficial for you to see,” one of the many people milling around the garage say. Oscar, fresh from another interview he’s done feeling red raw inside, isn’t expecting to turn and see Lando already studying the screen. A wave of relief crashes over him, even though he knew hospital was just a precaution.

The first thing he spots as he slides into the cramped space next to Lando is the hospital bracelet. Oscar’s eyes lock onto it, the crude way it isn’t fluro yellow or papaya with beads that spell sassy.

Gauging his presence, Lando stops fiddling with his beard and slumps slightly against him.

Lando glances at Oscar, then back at the screen with the ghost of a smile on his face as Oscar’s thumb moves his hospital tag up his arm, and his fingers wrap around his wrist, solid against his pulse.

Oscar can feel his heart rate decelerating and matching the pulse thrumming under his fingertips as they both stare at the screen and take in the rest of the data.

When they’re done, Oscar hovers close, not wanting to leave Lando until he knows he’s really okay. He’s so close Lando, turns and accidentally treads on his toes and he lets out a very manly yelp.

“Sorry,” the Brit says automatically, amused until he must clock the stress on the rookie’s face. Lando’s eyes soften, “I’m all good, Osc.”

Oscar blinks, and bites his lip, “That’s what you said on the radio, and you weren’t.”

“C’mere,” Lando sighs, wrapping his arms around Oscar’s dainty waist. Oscar’s arms encircle Lando, slightly tighter than a winded hospital escapee should be held. “I’m better than that shitty grid drive car of yours,” Lando mumbles against his neck and feels more than hears Oscar chuckle lightly against his chest.

#landoscar #mctwinks #wrote this in 10 minutes #comment fic #all mistakes are because it is very late/early where I am #yeah I had feelings about this

[trivalentlinks]

thinking again about this one bbc sherlock comment-fic i read once from the comments section of a livejournal post that i can't find anymore, but i think about basically all the time

so in the first episode of bbc sherlock, when these two cops sally donovan and philip anderson are introduced, sherlock has an exchange to this effect with anderson:

sherlock: I see your wife's out of town anderson: how'd you know? sherlock: your deodorant told me. it's for men. anderson: of course it's for men--I'm wearing it sherlock: so is sergeant donovan. and i'm guessing she scrubbed your floors going by the state of her knees.

anyway the fic was set the previous night, and the premise was that anderson had severe ocd that only the presence of his wife could really soothe for him, so since his wife was out of town, it was flaring up really bad.

thus donovan had come over to help him settle his ocd, but she couldn't, because she's not the kind of person who knows what to say in that situation, so instead she just helped him scrub his already clean floors, and hoped that it really helped and he wasn't just saying it helped to make her feel better

and i don't know, i think about this fic all the time. donovan on her knees next to anderson, not knowing the right words to say, just being there and scrubbing those already pristine floors, and hoping that it helps at least a little,

gosh, i'm tearing up again thinking about it

my own bbc sherlock fic has more than 10,000 kudos, but it's empty candy, and honestly kind of silly if you think about it, not to mention way ooc (it's crack fic, so this is mostly intentional)

but this little comment-fic someone probably wrote in a few minutes that i read on an LJ comment section once has stuck with me for more than a decade

#bbc sherlock #comment fic #fanfiction

[trainofcommand]

Rolling stock (ficlet, T)

Summary: Short comment fic in response to @logicgunn's statement that life will not be complete "until someone writes a ficlet where Lorne kneels like a badass on the top of a moving train and shoots down Wraith darts with an AT-4," (thank you for the prompt!) with a couple of small details for @twotales

"That is," Evan pauses, and chooses his words carefully, "a terrible plan."

McKay snorts. "What, you'd rather we approach the hive on foot, quietly and carefully, enter it, and set the charges by hand?"

Well yes. He would. Or get a 'jumper or two and drop something from above, despite McKay's dismissals about 'inadequate yields' and 'not enough time to do it properly'.

But driving a slow, half-functional train full of explosives into the side of a downed not disabled Wraith ship – that conveniently landed on the remains of an abandoned rail track? It's like advertising a collective death wish.

So it's nothing new, really. Just a different approach.

They wait while McKay gets the train working again, and Evan knows – he just knows – that this is going to be a clusterfuck.

"Nah, it'll be fun," Ronon says, beside him. "Trains are great."

"I need an extra set of hands over here, could you two quit standing around chit-chatting about your apparent love of trains, what is this, a trainspotting convention?"

Evan sighs, pushes up his sleeves and goes to crouch next to McKay.

++

What the fuck is his life, Evan wonders, as he lies flat against the carriage roof of the battered train. It's moving slowly, reasonably steadily, so at least there's that. He's assuming Ronon has already cleared the tracks of debris because even at this speed if they hit anything –

"—Lorne," he half-hears over his earpiece.

"Say again," he yells.

"Sheppard's tied –" but it's drowned out by the sound of the train and the wind.

He covers his ear with his hand. "Again!"

"Sheppard's tied to the tracks," he hears McKay yell this time.

For fuck's sake. The planet had seemed deserted, long devoid of humans, even if there were old, half-functional pieces of tech lying around. "How?"

"I don't know, some Wraith worshippers came out of nowhere, tied him up, they're saying stop the train or –"

"So stop the fucking train until someone gets him free!"

"I can't! We're stuck on accelerate, do you know what I had to do to even get this thing running, stopping was never going to be the problem, the brakes are shot, and we've got maybe 10 minutes before –"

He tunes McKay out and starts crawling toward the engine, wind pulling at his clothes. Oh, sure. Trains are great. This was a fantastic plan, no problems at all, definitely more efficient than leading a team of eight marines to set charges, so much better than –

"Got him," he hears Ronon say over earpiece. "You can shut up now, McKay."

"And, Major," Sheppard sounds annoyed and also slightly winded, "you've got darts incoming."

Of course he does. "Got it, sir," he replies, gritting his teeth.

++

Evan is kneeling on the roof of the train car. The metal is rough, pebbled, and frankly, it hurts like a bitch to kneel on, and he's not exactly steady up here either.

Ahead he can see the hive, looming and huge – he can imagine the self-repairs happening, the relentless knitting of walls and systems back together, the corridors swarming with impatient, hungry Wraith.  

The first two darts out of the hive had been shot down by someone on the ground, but he can see two more coming, heading straight for him, and he's glad the fucking train – which looks like something out of an old west movie – isn't coal-powered, because the smoke would fuck up his aim.  

He tucks one foot under a convenient lip of metal in front of him, keeps his other knee pressed against the carriage roof, and hefts the AT-4 to his shoulder. The dart is coming in fast, the train is moving slowly, and Evan aims and fires, watches as the HE projectile – modified to penetrate Wraith tech – hits dead centre.

He grins, tosses the spent AT-4 over the side, and reaches for the other one.

The second shot is just as satisfying as the first.

But they're almost at the hive, and Evan can feel the train picking up speed, just as McKay had planned. The train's horn sounds once, twice, fast and sharp, and fuck, about time. Flattening himself back down to the roof, he shimmies to the end of the carriage, and scrambles down the ladder – it's missing rungs, the edges are sharp, but it doesn't crumble under his hands. He drops from the train, rolling badly as he hits the ground, hard enough to crunch something in his chest, a bright shock of pain.  

Fuck.

The train – full of explosives – keeps picking up speed, and he can see it's going to work, it's going to hit the hive and blow the shit out of it, and he's probably too close, and his chest hurts and he can't quite catch his breath, his earpiece has fallen out and he  –

"Come on," Ronon says, pulling him up, dragging him behind the remains of a heavy wall and into some kind of culvert. Evan feels the first explosion as much as he hears it, and then there are the second and third ones as the carriages crash into each other. Eventually, Ronon steps up from their shelter, and when he comes back, he's grinning, sharp and happy. "It worked."

Evan nods. “Sheppard?”

Ronon shrugs. “Rope burns but he’s fine.”

“McKay?”

“Rolled off the train into mud. He’s bitching about it.”

Evan can’t help it, he laughs once, then gasps at the bloom of pain across his side. 

“Broken ribs, huh?" Ronon helps him up, gets his arm under Evan's shoulder. "Not surprised. You took a pretty badass roll from the train.”

When they get back to the tracks, Ronon stops, jerks his head in the direction of the hive. It’s burning hard and fast, surrounded by smoke, and Evan can smell it, the acrid scents of Wraith tech and alien flesh. Ronon grins at him again. "A train. Explosives. You up there, shooting down darts. It was a decent plan."

Maybe. Because it got the job done. But he isn't going to admit it.

Especially not to McKay.

End.

#trains #major lorne has had it #ronon dex #major lorne #comment fic #not edited #dr rodney mckay #major lorne is a badass

[cynical-mystic]

It is a truth universally acknowledged that completing domestic tasks was comforting to Zuko.

Thanks @marijayne-writing for letting me use your comment in a fic; I wrote this in one sitting and I hope you like it!

#zutara fanfiction #zutara fanfic #zutara #comment fic #marijayne

[spideygal]

Aight, let's start a Comment Fic!!

I'll post the end result onto AO3 and credit all of you for helping.

Go crazy, go nuts, but don't add disgusting themes please ^^"

I'll go first:

Once upon a time in Monster High...

#comment fic #comment fanfic #ao3 #ao3 works #monster high #ao3fic #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #ao3 stuff #fanfic #fanfic writing #wattpad #wattpad memes #crossover

[pixiemage]

Please, for the love of god, please don’t be this person. No matter how long it’s been since an update, no matter how many unfinished stories are sitting on their account, no matter what - do not be this person.

Not only is it insanely rude, but you also do more damage than you think be being such a self-entitled ass about something someone created for free and for fun. “This author” can see what you say.

RIP decency indeed.

#Archive of our Own #Ao3 #Ao3 Comments #Writing #Fanfiction #Fanfic Writing #I wrote over 100k on that fic before burnout took hold #I poured my heart into what I did manage to finish #adhd’s a bitch that doesn’t always let me write what I want to write but I got that far #don’t make me feel ashamed because you didn’t get to see the ending

[majoringinsarcasm]

DONT BE AFRAID TO COMMENT ON OLD FICS DONT BE AFRAID TO COMMENT ON FICS IN A FANDOM THE AUTHOR MAY NO LONGER BE ACTIVE IN. IF THE STORY IS STILL UP LET THEM KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS IT MIGHT JUST BE THE REMINDER THAT MAKES THEIR DAY.

SINCERELY SOMEONE WHO JUST GOT A REPLY THAT MADE ME WANNA MAKE THIS POST

#reject modern fast fashion fandom culture #comment on shit from 2012 to scare and or delight the author #anytime I see ppl reading my haikyuu fics I wanna cry with happiness #being reminded of fics and then looking and realizing I still love them is a true gift #COMMUNITY BITCHES THIS IS WHAT THAT IS

[bibibuck]

people telling you they reread your fic is the biggest compliment you could ever receive. there are thousands of stories out there begging to be found, to be explored, but your story meant so much to someone that they came back to it eagerly, they went over every word again. to love is to return and loving a fic is rereading it. thank you to all readers and rereaders <3333

#post sponsored by someone commenting on my newest fic that they reread it only a day after the first time #.text

[mandos-mind-trick]

This also very much applies to fanfics. Some people need to take a step back and think before they make straight fools out of themselves.

#you're not cute for coming into the comments on someone's fic saying you don't like it #just hit the back button and move on #it's not that hard

[machtaholic]

Harvest

written for @steddiemicrofic, challenge: "hole", Rating: G(?), 404 words

[I got inspired and decided to write another one lol]

"Fuck! I have a hole!"

Steve's voice floated downstairs and Eddie nearly choked on his fangs as he waited with Robin, Nancy and the Party. They were all going to the Annual Hawkins Harvest Festival - something they'd missed the past few years but were all excited to resume attending since Vecna had been defeated and the Upside Down closed. Everything had settled down and Hawkins had returned to normal - well, almost normal. The events with Vecna and the Upside Down had left their crew changed, but strengthened, had formed relationships that were unexpected but not unwanted.

"Is it visible?" Nancy asked.

"… no!" Steve replied.

"Then throw some clear nail polish on it and get your ass down here, dingus!" Robin hollered.

Eddie snorted and shook his head.

"I'm almost done, just go and I'll meet you at the cars!" Steve yelled.

"Come on, guys," Robin said, herding all the kids outside.

"If he takes more than five minutes, we leave without him," Erica suggested as they left the house.

"We'll be right out," Eddie promised. "Go on."

The house was quiet as Eddie waited patiently, listening as Steve banged around upstairs; Eddie fiddled with his fangs and tapped his foot impatiently until he saw a flash of bright red on the stairs. Eddie glanced up further and froze at the absolute vision coming down the steps.

"Ready to get tongues wagging," Steve said, chuckling softly.

"Gonna do more than that, Stevie," Eddie whispered.

"That's the idea."

Steve reached the foyer and Eddie got a look at Steve's complete costume - from the bright red heels to the white thigh highs, to the barely there red skirt and red hooded cloak, Steve was the epitome of Red Riding Hood.

"Sure you're going to be warm enough there, Stevie?" Eddie breathed. "Or should I call you Red?"

"Oh, I think perhaps I have a Bid Bad Wolf nearby to keep me warm," Steve practically purred.

"Oh I think so," Eddie replied, pulling Steve in for a hug, groaning when he noticed that Steve's eyes were lined and his lips were a dewy pink. "Still have that hole?"

"Mmmhmm," Steve hummed. "It's being contained for now."

"Is it now?" Eddie asked.

"Yeah," Steve replied breathily. "Might have another couple of holes that might need tending to later. Think you're up to the challenge?"

"Oh Stevie, you know I am always up for a challenge."

#stranger things #steddie #steddiemicrofic #steve harrington #eddie munson #comment fic

[tadfools]

You guys are commenting on the fics you read right? You’re at least leaving kudos on the Astarion smut and the pairs that have less than 20 fics for them too? You’re bookmarking stories you really like that are still being updated and ones that haven’t been touched in over a year right?

You know that even the smallest interactions are like cocaine to fic writers right? You understand how important a string of emoji hearts left behind on chapter at three am is right?? Right????

You’re treating AO3 like a community and not a content factory….right?

#this isnt bg3 specific btw im seeing a lot of fandoms rotting cause of this #ao3 #archive of our own #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 #PLEASE YOU GUYS INTERACT WITH THE THINGS YOU READ #you’re not being weird or annoying!!! it doesn’t matter how old the fic is!!! #you can just say ‘I love this’ or ‘it’s three am and I haven’t slept yet cause I was reading this’ #you can copy and paste a paragraph you like and add ‘!!!!!!’ after it #theories in the comments! mention when you think you’ve found foreshadowing!!! #if there’s a part where you have to physically put your phone down and smile off into the distantce? TELL THE AUTHOR #you can leave comments every chapter too!!! ITS NOT ANNOYING

[frownyalfred]

want your favorite author to update but don’t want to be too pushy in their comment section?

here’s 5 things you can do to encourage them:

Reblog their fic link on tumblr (bonus if it’s with tags)

Bookmark the fic with a note about what you’re excited about/love in the fic

Recommend the fic to your friends or local discord channel

Draw art or create other media for the fic (as indicated by the author’s comfort level)

Leave them a comment when re-reading about the parts of the chapter/story that stood out to you the second time

#this isn’t about me #this is just what I think a lot of authors would appreciate #more than the ‘update soon!!!’ comments #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own #writing things #writing #reading things #reading #tips and tricks

[amaradangeli]

This is not a call out or Big Discourse disagreement. This is just... I was reading this post and then was inspired to write. This is legit comment-fic, folks.

It's not fear.

What he's feeling when he urges her to take the UC school opportunity isn't fear or guilt. It's acceptance. This is what comes next. She's too damn good at a hard damn job and this is what comes next.

If there's any fear at all it's that she's going to throw away this opportunity at a brilliant future for a guy she'll only remember fondly, maybe, one day. This won't be her only opportunity. Life experience has taught him that once-in-a-lifetime is seldom true, but it's a good opportunity and it'll change the entire course of her career.

The timing, professionally, is excellent.

Personally, though, he can admit that the timing could be better. She's got a lot of guilt right now and only some of it is worth having. She's not responsible for what happened to Chris. They're both responsible for what they almost did. But they didn't. They didn't. They should own the almost though, he knows. And he does.

Neither one of them has ended their relationship. Not all the reasons they haven't are good. But not all the reasons are bad, either. They didn't plan for this to happen, but now that it's happening it feels almost inevitable.

But it also feels big and confusing but it will regardless of whether or not she takes this opportunity. So she should take it. Because when she gets back, he'll be here. And, if she still wants him to be, Tim thinks Chris will be too. She's got a big life and she's barely at the beginning of it.

He's willing to wait, because he knows the value what he's waiting for. She doesn't, not yet. But the only way to get life experience is to live life and so here they are.

While she's gone, she'll come to understand that any sadness on his face when he walked away from her was because he doesn't ever want to do that and not because he won't choose her every damn time. But this opportunity is how she creates a life of choices for herself. Because Tim's been a lot of things, but he doesn't ever want to be somebody's choice of one.

In the meantime, he can start the process of making his life the right shape to fit hers. That'll mean a breakup to start. Maybe more. Maybe they'll learn how to talk to each other about these sorts of things, with the safety of distance.

Lucy leaving for UC school isn't how things start to break apart, it's how they start to come together. He can't wait until she feels it too.

#chenford #comment fic

[dufrau]

COMMENT ON OLD FICS, I BEG YOU!

I swear to god after like a week people will still be reading but nobody leaves comments anymore and I just want to make it absolutely clear that I would be excited and elated to get a comment on these fics one hundred years after I post them.

A FIC IS NEVER TOO OLD TO LEAVE A NICE COMMENT ON. GO FORTH AND COMMENT!

#ironically as i was writing this i got a comment email for a month old fic lol #i love you person who just left me a comment! #ao3 #if youre ever like 'would it be weird for me to leave a comment on this years old fic?" #i promise you the answer is no #it would be awesome of you

[bonesandthebees]

ao3 commenters PSA: even on older fics with a ton of comments the authors still get the notifs for every single comment

re: the person who just left a multi paragraph comment on one of my older fics talking about how much they disliked the ending and detailing several alternate endings they came up with instead that they thought would be better, and ending the comment with "no one is going to see this but oh well" authors see your comments yes even on old fics and it really doesn't feel good to see a comment like that even years after I finished the fic

#as always you can dislike a fic idc if you complain to your friends about how much you hated one of my fics or whatever #but don't comment it on my fucking fic?? #theres a proper place for that stuff and it's not shoving it in the authors face #ughhhh #ramblings