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this tea (and cake) are delicious.

Things Fic Writers Like:

nice comments on their fic, even if it’s just a smiley face or a “loved this!”

kudos on their fic

people who come into their askboxes to talk about their fic

photosets made for their fic

fic rec lists with their fic

fan art made for their fic

playlists made for their fic

i’m so fucking soft ugh

home

summary: finding an apartment w bucky i guess

word count: 900 something

warning(s): none

a/n: is been a long time blease b nice , also i pu t keep reading on this im sorry if it doesnt work on mobile. also unedited. also im on pain meds. jusyt if u ever read it n think the fuckis she saying yeah me too

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He felt it as soon as he stepped inside the space — home.

The realtor’s voice fades in the background as he takes it all in—warm, cream walls, brown hardwood floors that match the baseboards, not small enough that it’s suffocating, not too big that it feels empty.

And then he sees you.

He watches as you nod along to what the realtor was saying, letting your eyes roam around as well. And he hopes you could see it too, because he already does.

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Thank you so much, Rae! I really appreciate it 😊💛

Scarlet

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (romantic) ft. Tiny Steve (platonic), Platonic!Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Angst, fluff, and probably historical inaccuracy (I tried my best).

Summary: With the war starting, Bucky takes you to one last night out, making it the most memorable date between the both of you.

A/N: This is my entry for @sweetboybucky ‘s 1k challenge! Congrats on this milestone! I got inspired by the word Zenosyne, the sense that time keeps moving faster. Near the end, it doesn’t really follow the MCU timeline so let’s just forget that infinity war happened, okay? Okay. Lastly, thank you so much for 200 followers! 

Thank you to @whistlingwillows as always for proofreading ily

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The quiet hum of a vinyl plays in the background as Bucky stares at himself in front of a full body mirror, buttoning his last button on his uniform. He pats his arms to smooth the fabric and reaches over to where his merlot stained record player rests. He lifts the needle, halting the tune, and grabs a gift for you beside it, stuffing it into his back pocket. Bucky isn’t fond of this particular artist, but when you bought it for him unexpectedly on a date, he took it upon himself to grow to like it. Whenever he plays this on nights alone, he can’t help but think of how bright your face lit up when you found the tucked away record store you bought it from, dragging him by his bicep behind you.

Walking to his apartment door, he grabs his uniform cap from its doorknob and jogs to his mirror once again. He places the cap on his head, tilting it to the side purposefully so you can’t do it for him and mess his hair up. Giving himself one more look over, he lets out a sigh.

“Possibly the last night with my girl; Gotta impress her,” he mumbles to himself. He hopes that he looks presentable enough to accompany the stunning young woman that you are and make you swoon for one last time.

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TJ, I’ve got some experience with dealing with these assholes.

Why Commenting On FanFiction Is Important

Alright kids, Boo here with a hopefully non-arrogant PSA.

I’m a writer of FanFiction because I like it and it’s my preferred genre (also a great way to receive feedback on writing that I can use on originals, bref). But like with most artistic work posted online, I have very little feedback.

When I was in a slightly writing rut, I cranked one shots left and right, nothing out of the ordinary. But instead of people commenting with their thoughts and good feedback, they just gave me requests.

I don’t think I could ever put into words what that felt like, but I’ll try (the irony of being a writer). It suddenly felt tiring, being a writer, and very quickly I stopped writing altogether. I only ever showed my friend what I wrote and left it at that. I haven’t published anything for a while after. It felt like people were treating me like a mule wanting me to do work for them, and I just wasn’t up for that. I lost my will to write, and then I began to think, “If I post something else other than what was requested, will people even read it?”

Then you get the infamous comments, “You haven’t forgotten about my request right??? Here’s another.”

That just adds anxiety and guilt. I’m purposely ignoring the comments to save my own uncreative ass, at least that’s what it feels like.

After weeks of convincing myself that my stories are worth sharing no matter how many people read them, I started writing and publishing again while working on some longer pieces. Slowly it got better.

Now this week, I remembered I joined another fanfiction platform, and realized I had never published anything on it. I had an idea, and so I started writing. It didn’t come out as I imagined it would, but I was so proud? Like, I started feeling happy about what I created again. Like genuine happiness that I haven’t felt in months since my last published work.

A few hours later, I get this comment:

I cranked out three 3k stories after reading this.

In four days.

It never happened before, and I don’t know how many times it will happen again. It was one comment, but it gave me so much fighting spirit that I think I’m on my way to regaining my initial writer mindset.

Fanfiction writers depend on feedback as a validation that their stories matter to people. If you’re wondering why your favourite author hasn’t updated/posted in a while, ask yourself, “Did I do everything that would convince them to continue writing this?”