How would you go about getting people to read your fanfics? I have this my hero academia fanfic I wrote a longgg time ago just for me and my friends, that I now want to rewrite and maybe post on AO3. Y’all have any tips for getting an audience?
Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories. (If you have less than 20, just list them all!) See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Tag some people to play the next round!
(a note. i’m using only published stories here cause i am…lazy.)
1. The new neighbors had moved in, in the middle of summer with minimal fuss.
2. Sitting alone at a hospital fundraising dinner was not how Addison had envisioned her night going.
3. The address hadn’t been hard to find but Sloan Riley had not been prepared for the size of the brownstone.
4. She and Derek didn’t have a fight.
5. Mark winces as he hears the doorbell ring, praying silently that it won’t wake up the baby or Addison.
6. Derek isn’t sure what he’s expecting when he knocks on the door of the brownstone.
7. It’s fourteen days into your no sex bet with Mark when you start to feel sick.
8. Lyra could barely look at Edward Coulter’s dead body lying on the dew damp grass before her.
9. Kathryn had been nervous the first time she’d met Harrison’s sons but that had been months ago.
10. “It’s all going to change.”
11. She is still Mrs. Marisa Coulter when Lyra is born, two weeks early and with her husband still away on business; the both of them screaming as Lyra enters the world.
12. Marisa knew as soon as she stepped over the threshold that she should not be there.
13. It is the morning before they are due to start shooting and an early morning call from Hugh MacPhail, the Network Head for Reality Programming, does not seem like a good start to the season to Marisa.
14. “Are you jealous?” Asriel asked, voice smug and amused.
15. “The child,” Marisa starts, her voice low and deliberately despondent, “he was born still,” she tells Edward, eyes lowered to her hands and voice sounding as slow moving as treacle.
16. “Oh, my…” She is breathless and panting, clinging tightly to Asriel, as she tries to catch her breath.
17. Early morning light streamed through open windows, the fair light of a spring morning warmed Asriel’s master bedroom.
18. Mother and Father didn’t usually have parties.
19. It was as if they were pulled together by some unknown force.
20. The hug is unexpected.
It seems the only pattern here is that I like to use character names in my opening lines for the most part?? I never really noticed that but I guess I like to establish who is in it pretty quick? That and fairly short opening lines.
My favourite! It’s a toss up between 8 and 17. 8 because of the slight shock value to the opening line. And 17 because it’s the opening of perhaps my most favourite piece of writing that I’ve ever written. But let’s go definitively with 8 for the sake of it being an opening line I love: Lyra could barely look at Edward Coulter’s dead body lying on the dew damp grass before her.
Tagging:@caladeniablue@mia-cooper and whoever would like to do this! I unfortunately don’t know a lot of writers of tumblr.
Thanks@little-tayy! That looks like a fun thing to do. I have shortened the rule to 10 intro sentences, though.
Here we go:
· “How can you go to sleep?” B’Elanna hissed in a low voice, her eyes darting around the white walls of their small cell.
· Determined to fix the problem once and for all, B’Elanna clambered through the Jefferies tube’s hatch.
· The Bajoran moved around Tuvok, lying prone and restrained on a table.
· She shuffled to the side to make room for the woman who settled beside her with a frown and a grunt.
· Kashyk: Order our ships to pursue. Maximum speed!
· She’d used his rank a lot while on duty.
· “I really don’t understand how it works for them. According to their own records, they can undergo amplexus without a proper anchor. How come?”
· Thank you for changing your father’s mind.
· The cold murmurs of the various consoles and the slight trembling of Voyager’s engines rushing through space tore through Janeway as she stepped on the bridge for the first time in three months.
· “Come on, Chakotay. It all ended well, and Harry was very impressed with his posting,” Janeway said as they entered the turbolift.
There doesn’t seem to be a pattern, apart from 9 of them being Star Trek Voyager. 2 x non-recurring characters; 3 x dialogues; 3 x Janeway-centered; some long, some short. What I do try to do is get the reader embedded in the action as fast as possible, with minimal introduction. I think most of those opening sentences do hit that goal.
My favourite: Thank you for changing your father’s mind. The story, She changed, is about regrets, mistakes, getting older, about the past and a shorter future. One of my favourites stories on those concepts.
opening lines meme Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories. (If you have less than 20, just list them all!) See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Tag some people to play the next round!
Both @caldeniablue & @mia-cooper tagged me so I gave it a go. Mind you, I am not a prolific writer so…
Never ask questions about women’s toiletries. It’s none of your business.
Tom Paris was happy. He was more than happy, he was in fact - ecstatic.
It had been a long week, Chakotay decided as he input a minor course adjustments into Delta Flyer navigation computer.
I was not meant to hear it. It was a drunk, off handed remark, intended for someone else’s ears.
There were voices, so many voices… shouting, screaming, demanding, probing… then Her.
“Right, someone remind me again why I agreed to this?” the Captain asked wincing as the needle piercing her shoulder blade nearly made contact with the bone.
We are back in the Alpha Quadrant. Unexpectedly, amazingly, incredibly … suddenly - because you’ve kept your promise.
The transporter beam had barely finished the re-materialisation process yet ensign Munroe could tell she was being dismissed just by meeting the steely glare of the First officer.
It is most difficult to describe to a non vampire the World a vampire perceives around them.
Snowflakes danced lazily through the night sky, paying no heed to the silent figure on the porch.
As I sit here in this quiet corner, away from the immediate bustle typical of this time of day, I silently observe my soon to be interlocutor as he slowly makes his way through the evening crowd.
An earsplitting scream ripped through the night waking him violently from his slumber.
“Second thoughts commander?” Captain Janeway inquired of her first officer, attempting to fit into her costume.
Thunderous applause and cheering could be heard somewhere outside the pitch dark tunnel sheltering the small team.
“Are you ready Captain?”
“Oh god Chakotay! Stop, stop! It actually hurts!” Kathryn hissed.
Just another hour or so.
Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager was not a happy camper.
Comfortable… warm.
Jean Luc Picard was cold, wet, and above all else - miserable.
All but one are Voyager stories as I’ve found I write these characters more easily. Like Mia I seem to like establishing the action in the first line, or kicking off with dialogue and using the second line to place the scene.
My favourite opening line: #5- the angst is strong with that one.
My favourite fic from this lot: #10 - I am a sucker for fluff, even when I am the one writing it (yes, crack!fic is a close second).
Tagging@coffeeblack75 @ussjellyfish, @seemaunbound, @susann-noir and everyone else who feels like participating. :)
I wasn’t tagged… but I do want to play
opening lines meme
Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories. (If you have less than 20, just list them all!) See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Tag some people to play the next round!
Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories. (If you have less than 20, just list them all!) See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Tag some people to play the next round!
Oh man now I’m worried I have lame opening lines, let’s have a look shall we. Thanks @elephant-in-the-pride-parade for tagging me for a bit of fun! (And I love your opening bit from Tom in Eden’s Deception )
1. He sat brooding in the captain’s chair, his whole body dark and on the verge of forlorn.
2. Ensign Kashimuro Nozawa walked down the corridor with a bit too much spring in his step for zero-seven hundred hours.
3. The holodeck was the last place he expected to find her.
4. The high flow diesel pump was cold on her hands and Bahar lamented not putting on the knit gloves that were sitting uselessly on the passenger seat inside the cab.
5. The comm chimed and Kathryn Janeway pursed her lips knowing who it must be, final exam scores hadn’t even been posted and he was already trying to shake her down for the results.
6. The room felt wrong.
7. Everything was groggy.
8. Kathryn paced around her quarters for the millionth time, trying not to check the chronometer, every second passing was a moment lost.
9. The vast stretch of space ahead seems relatively calm, illusion or not, that is our state at the moment.
10. “I can’t believe you think boxing is more challenging than velocity!” reproached Captain Janeway, twisting her features up in mock indication, enjoying a bit of flirty banter with her gorgeous first officer.
11. Captain Kathryn Janeway was greeted by various members of her crew as she walked the halls of Voyager, her precise steps and command presence the epitome of a Starfleet Captain.
12. The grizzled old Starfleet Academy Dean was laying out the schedule for the term, detailing his expectations for each professor to have their syllabus and curriculum finalized by the end of the week, when a combadge chirped within the conference room.
13. “Cadet Trax and Cadet Russo, am I boring you with the importance of body language control when meeting new species?”
14. Chakotay handed Tuvok a phaser.
15. The room was dark and sweltering.
16. All throughout dinner he was more reserved than usual, he missed several opportunities to flirt with her and she was immediately worried something was wrong.
17. Kathryn was lying on her chaise lounge reading when she heard him enter.
18. “Lieutenant Tuvok to Captain Janeway. Please respond.”
19. The Commander entered sickbay at the end of his shift, his shoulders slumped and eyes desperately searching.
20. Captain Janeway responded to Admiral Nechayev’s question about yet another first contact situation in the Delta Quadrant.
Man I feel like my opening lines are a bit cringe when I stack them all together. Also two of them are way too similar . I seem to start a lot of them with the word the, so maybe I need to be more creative. I guess my favorites are 6, 9, and 19. Now I’m inspired to write better opening lines and go find the fics for some of the cool opening lines from other people.
Request: The reader has a sister, and she has a child and asks if they can take care of her baby for two weeks, Stephen is not happy about it, but everything changes when after some time the child hugs Stephen and calls him “uncle”
“It is only for ten days,” you bargained with Stephen, chasing him around the room as he tried his hardest to ignore you. “I am talking to you, Strange.” You finally raised your tone, standing before him and forcing him to put his book down and look at you.
“The Sanctum is no place for a child,” his response was short and generical, giving no insight into his desire or lack thereof to be around a toddler. His eyes returned to his book as he stepped aside, continuing his meditative stroll through the room. You, however, did not see it like that, reading between the lines.
“So, what will we do when we have children?” The question came out in a tone more serious than you wanted it to, causing the doctor to stop in his tracks and look back at you.
“That is not something we need to concern ourselves with yet, is it?” His eyes scrutinised your face before moving again, continuing the relentless pacing. It was a delicate topic, that of children. You were somewhat on the same page. You wanted children eventually. The day, however, had somehow been frozen in time in Stephen’s mind, continuously seeing the eventually as long from now while you counted every passing year as a step closer. Then the engagement had come earlier this year, and the promise to share the rest of your lives together had been spoken into reality. Having children had suddenly become more of a desire in your mind, yet Stephen seemed to be unphased by the change.
“She is smart and well-behaved, and I already told my sister she can stay with us, so you’ll deal with it.” You answered before walking out of the room, frustrated at his lack of interest in your niece. Stephen had met her only once before on her first birthday; your sister living far away meant you rarely saw them. She was thankfully moving back to New York but that also meant she needed to look for an apartment and deal with the moving. Hence her request for you to take care of the little girl in the meantime. You had agreed instantly, not thinking Stephen would have any problem with it, but he had refused straightaway and dismissed the topic every time you asked about it.
…
The day of the little girl’s arrival came quicker than expected. Stephen had been gone for the last couple of days on a mission with Wong and Peter, meaning that you had met with your sister alone to pick her up. She had invited you to brunch, and you had discussed some of the wedding plans and any needs little Cecilia had. Cece was a lively ray of sunshine who was starting to put her first sentences together and loved horses. There was no way Stephen’s heart would not melt as soon as he saw her.
Eventually, at the end of your brunch, your sister handed you Cece’s bag and gave her a goodbye kiss. The little girl waved goodbye as her mom reminded her that she would be staying with her aunt for a couple of days. You and Cece went on with your day, eventually finding your way back home to the Sanctum. Wong had helped you bring some things she would need to sleep into one of the many empty rooms of the enormous property, making it easy for you to set her up.
After such an eventful day, she fell asleep, giving you a minute to go to the kitchen and make yourself some late lunch/dinner. As you finished preparing your sandwich, you heard the familiar sound of a portal opening behind you; turning around to meet your sweaty and dirty fiance with a smile. “Hello there, handsome,” you gave him a dashing smile as he moved towards you, his hands cupping your cheeks into a passionate kiss.
You broke the kiss catching some air, and gave him a preoccupied smile. He was usually only this passionate when something dangerous had happened, and he was terrified of losing you. “Is everything okay? I-“ you tried to speak, but the sound of another portal distracted you. Through it, Peter and Wong came out also looking pretty rough. “Oh god, are you guys okay?” you asked, moving away from Stephen, who stood there exhausted.
Wong gave you a comforting look, but you noticed a tension-filled silence in the room. “Peter, are you okay?” you asked as the boy looked down with a hurt expression.
“Oh, he is excellent. He almost got himself killed and ruined our mission, but he is perfectly fine.” Stephen answered for him, forcing you to give the doctor a fulminating look. Peter looked regretful enough; bashing him now would not help.
“That is enough, Stephen. I will make everyone dinner. Go shower.” You spoke to the three men in an authoritative voice. The spiderboy spent so much time in the Sanctum that he had clothes and an assigned room. Peter and Wong left swiftly, going into their rooms to wash up, but Stephen stayed there, knowing you would want to talk to him. As soon as you were alone again, you spoke, “You cannot talk to him that way. He is just a kid. He is trying his best.”
“He almost got himself killed. He wants to help everyone, save everyone, but he does not see he will end up killing himself like this.” Stephen’s words were filled with frustration. He worried for Peter’s safety; you knew that was the truth. He had decided to let him die once before. He could not make the same decision again. “I have watched him die, and he does not understand that. Someday I won’t be there by his side, and he will actually get himself killed.”
Just as you thought, he was not mad at the boy for the way he behaved. He was just scared of losing him. It was hard to keep in mind all the time that Stephen had to live with the burden of knowledge. You wondered how many times he had seen you go and how he felt about it, but he never wanted to speak of it. “You are doing your best, and he is doing his best. It is all we can ask for,” you finally answered, inviting him to lay his head against yours and embracing him in a tight hug. “I love you, you know? We all do, and we are so grateful to you for protecting us, but you cannot always keep us safe, and that is okay.” Your left hand caressed his back, hoping to soothe him slightly.
Suddenly the sound of the baby monitor interrupted your hug as Cece woke up, startled by your absence. “Oh, when did she get here?” The doctor stiffened in your arms, unhappy that you had gone through with your decision.
“A couple of hours ago. Wanna help me check on her?” You asked, breaking the embrace and giving him a hopeful smile.
“I am gonna go shower,” he spoke, tightening his lips and looking away from you. You sighed and walked away, still confused about his dismissiveness. The sounds from the baby monitor suddenly changed as the little girl was no longer alone. Confused, you checked the screen and saw Peter approaching her bed.
“Hello there! Who are you? I am Peter,” the boy spoke, slowly walking towards the sleepy child. “Do you need food?” he asked, and Cece nodded emphatically back, sweetly raising her arms for the boy to pick her up. You watched, amused through the camera, as Stephen left the room, feeling your heart ache from the cuteness.
…
Peter helped you keep Cece entertained in the kitchen as you made dinner. He told you all about what had happened, and you finally completely understood Stephen’s frustration. The boy had been incredibly reckless, but thankfully nothing bad came of it. Peter was extremely patient with the toddler, who was just around that phase where she asked questions about virtually anything. It was lovely to see them interact. You could not help but imagine how much of an amazing big brother he would have been.
Eventually, Wong joined the three of you, instantly entertained by the little girl running around the kitchen table, singing some non-sensical song. Food was ready shortly after, but Stephen was nowhere to be found. You excused yourself quickly, asking Wong to watch the children so you could look for the grumpy doctor.
You opened your bedroom door carefully, spying your fiance sitting on the bed with his head between his hands. You pressed your lips worriedly, unsure of what to say to make him feel better. “Babe, would you like me to bring you your food here?” You asked careful, understanding how tough these missions were for him.
“Yes, please. That would be great.” He responded, lifting his eyes and giving you a thankful look.
…
The rest of the afternoon went by quickly as Cece, Peter, and you played with some relics that Wong thought would be appropriate. Eventually, the boy left, and you put Cece to bed, exhausted after such an adventurous day. You checked that the monitor was working properly and went to bed yourself as Stephen was already lying in bed, deep asleep.
…
You woke up startled, unsure why your alarm had not rung. The bed was empty, and the monitor of Cece’s room was turned off. You tried to turn it on, confused, looking around for your fiance in the bathroom and adjacent office. He was nowhere to be found, and the monitor was not turning on. You decided that looking for Cece was the best decision, scared she had been crying all morning, and you had not heard her.
The sense of urgency in your steps slowly calmed as you heard Stephen’s voice whisper from Cece’s room. You stopped, hesitant to enter and curious to listen to what he said, “finally, Cece, we managed to get you to calm down. I don’t understand how your aunt understands you. It would help if you spoke more clearly.¨
You giggled at the comment, deciding to enter the room. Stephen seemed slightly startled as you knocked on the door’s wood to inform him of your arrival. “Hello there,” you smiled at him as he quickly backed away from the child.
“She was not letting me sleep with her crying and complaining, and it looked like you needed some rest,” he scrambled an excuse, scared you could suspect he could enjoy spending time with a child.
You hummed in agreement, thankful for his help and aware that he would not admit to anything else anyway. “Do you mind looking after her for a little longer? I will make breakfast for the two of you.” You kissed him and waved at Cece, leaving the room before he could argue against it.
…
The next couple of days were a back and forth between Cece chasing Stephen around every room while he tried his best to ignore her. He would still manage to wake up before you with the excuse that the toddler was whining and play with her, entertaining her with some magic and making her breakfast.
Eventually, he gave up on ignoring her and started answering some of her redundant questions. Cece tried her best to speak clearly to him, but the communication problems were still there. She, for example, struggled to pronounce Stephen, which caused both parties a certain level of frustration.
Eventually, Stephen was called out on a mission again. You kissed him goodbye, and Cece waved at him, saddened. Your fiance tried his best to hold onto his stoic facade as he barely acknowledged the little girl, whispering a quick “goodbye little Lilia, see you tomorrow” as soon as he was sure you could not hear. His heart broke seeing the sad expression of the little child as he left.
…
Stephen’s mission took longer than expected, taking him the whole week to complete. You had been left alone with Cece to enjoy the blooming spring. Peter had not been allowed to tag along in this mission, so he joined you most afternoons for walks and to play with the girl.
Cece seemed to miss Stephen almost as much as you did, so you took the chance to teach her how to say “uncle Stephen.” It would be a pleasant surprise even if he would not admit it.
Sadly, the ten days went by quicker than expected, and Stephen had yet to return from his mission. You met up with your sister to tour the new apartment and give her the toddler back, promising Cece that uncle Stephen would come to visit her sooner than later.
…
You were lying on your bed that afternoon, enjoying the newly found silence of the house. It had been a great experience to take care of your niece, and it had given you a ton of baby fever, but you could not help but sigh in relief at the peace. The sound of a portal opening in front of you forced you to sit up and smile, excited to see your fiance again. Stephen walked through the portal and towards you, giving you a soft kiss on the lips, instantly scanning the room for the baby monitor.
“I dropped her off today. She missed you,” you answered the unspoke question. The doctor tried his best to control his expression, but the disappointment in his eyes could not be denied. You caressed his hand, inviting him to sit by your side on the bed, climbing on his lap to stare into his eyes. “You can admit that you enjoyed having her around, you know?” you kissed his nose, cupping his face with your hands, enjoying the long-awaited closeness.
“I barely tolerated it.” He shook his head, closing his eyes and smiling, knowing his secret was out of the bag.
“Why can you not just admit that the Sanctum feels more like a home when a little babbling creature is chasing you around?” you laughed, dramatically laying your head on his shoulder and shaking it.
“I don’t want to get attached,” he responded thoughtfully, forcing you to lift your head and look at him again.
“She is just our niece, babe. She cannot break your heart,” you tried to lighten the mood, hoping he would smile, but he lowered his gaze instead.
“I have enough people to worry about already, you, Peter, Wong. Every decision, everything I do or don’t, I am burdened with the fear that it may hurt you. I cannot get attached, or I will think of little Lilia too.”
“Lilia?” You asked, amused at the funny nickname he had chosen.
“She refuses to say my name right; I shall do the same.” Petty old man, playing games with a little child.
“You don’t need to worry about us, my love. We love you regardless. I don’t want to be a burden in your life,” you spoke softly.
“You are not a burden. I just at times wonder whether the universe would be worth saving if it meant losing you or the kid.” The honesty made his voice softer as the words left his lips like a whisper, ashamed of his admission. “That is also why I have been delaying the ‘children’ conversation. I think I could no longer protect the world once we have children. They would be the only thing that’d matter to me, just them, and our adopted son and you.” He chuckled slightly at his recognition, finally realising that Peter had already become your de facto child. You felt a weight lift from your shoulders as his words brought some explanation to his dismissive behaviour finally.
“I understand…” you exhaled, trying to put your desire aside and understand the stress it would put him in. “I was going to see Cece tomorrow for breakfast if you’d like to join me.” You tried to change the topic.
“I would love that,” he confirmed, giving you a crooked smile. You looked into his eyes and wondered how you would live without seeing a mini version of you and your lover walking around this Sanctum. You would never know whether they would get his beautiful eyes with that little brown spot on the right iris.
…
You spent the rest of the night cuddling with the doctor, talking about his time away and discussing his excitement to see the little monster tomorrow. The morning after could not come quickly enough as you hoped Cece had not forgotten how to pronounce ‘uncle Stephen.’ In the morning, Stephen went out to buy some pastries to take with you, letting you know that Lilia was a massive fan of chocolate croissants. You shook your head at the information, wondering what other unhealthy foods he had been feeding her for breakfast. He reassured you that he had checked his old introduction to paediatrics book, and 26-month-olds were allowed to eat chocolate croissants.
The two of you arrived at the building at around 11 a.m., ready to see your family. You knocked at the door and were received, disappointingly enough for Stephen, by your sister alone as Cece was still asleep. She had apparently struggled to get used to the new bed the night before. You started catching up as Stephen politely asked about your sister’s moving struggles. Eventually, the commotion of your conversation woke up the little girl, who began to ask for help from the crib.
You exchanged a look with your sister, who offered Stephen to go pick her up. The doctor refused initially, joking nervously that she probably did not even remember him. Your sister thankfully insisted, and he got up eagerly, walking towards the indicated room. The little girl squealed with excitement as soon as she spotted the familiar face, “UNCLE SFEFEN.”
The doctor could not help but chuckle happily, hugging and lifting the toddler who held on tightly to the hug. “Hello, little Cece.”
“Lilia,” she repeated, confused at why he was calling her Cece.
“Lilia it is,” he reassured her, re-entering the room with her and keeping her on his lap.
“They seemed to have bonded,” your sister looked at you entertained, giving you a cheeky smile.
“Seems like it,” you responded, giggling as you observed them interact. The four of you spent almost the entire day together, and by the end of it, both Cece and Stephen were absolutely exhausted, falling asleep on the couch as they watched some cartoon. You had never seen him so soft and sweet with someone that was not you. It was genuinely heartwarming. The comical way Stephen’s head had dropped onto the couch’s backrest as the little girl laid her head against his side forced you to think of what an amazing dad he would be.
You shook your fiance’s shoulder once it was time to leave, waking him up. The goodbyes were prolonged as Stephen had to promise the little girl to come to visit her again. The doctor was equally as saddened by the separation, but finally, after forty-five minutes, you managed to thank your sister and head home. Once the door was closed, the doctor moved to your ear and whispered, “maybe we should start planning on that first baby.”
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Liv’s Note
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“You will need to be more specific than that, love,” Tom spoke, giving you one of his naughtiest smiles.
You spread your legs even further, tilting your head to the side and looking at Benedict, who immediately stepped in front of his friend, pedantically tapping him on his shoulder. “I am sure you won’t mind watching for a bit, Hiddleston. She was good enough not to come for you. I need to thank her for being so obedient.” His eyes did not leave your covered cunt for a second as he spoke, already savouring how your slick would taste on his lips.
You smiled at the sound of his words as his friend stood there, slightly frustrated. Benedict moved between your legs, pushing them further apart and grabbing onto your panties, “lift your ass for me, darling.” You complied pathetically, eager to please him, to feel him, to have his friend watch as you came all over his face.
“Good girl.” He praised you, removing your panties and shaking his head as soon as his eyes spotted your folds. “So fucking wet, my pretty little slut. Your cunt was made to be fucked. Maybe I should let Tom eat you out first. I wanna hear you beg for me to let you come.” You looked at him disappointed, searching his eyes, but he looked back at his friend, ignoring your presence, “all yours, Hiddleston.”
Tom walked towards the bed as Benedict moved away, sitting on the armchair by its side. Your eyes followed your professor until you felt the other man’s hands on your thighs. “Take off your clothes, love. I wanna see you all naked for me.” The intention in the last sentence was obvious. You couldn’t help but bite the inside of your lip and do as requested, sitting up and taking off the dress and your bra as both men observed you.
An intentional deep inhale from the man in front of you let you know he enjoyed the view. You tilted your head again, giving him the look and causing him to immediately grab onto your hips and pull you to the edge of the bed. “I am gonna ruin you, princess.” He spoke as he knelt before you, letting his fingertips trace down your body from your waist to your hips, stopping there. His eyes moved away from you, towards your cunt, as he could not help but smile at the wet folds that eagerly awaited his lips.
Tom’s hot breath on your folds was already sending waves of pleasure through your body as the prolonged denial was making you more and more impatient. You needed somebody to touch you. You did not care who. “Please,” you whispered, causing Tom to look up for a second and give you a cheeky smile before moving slowly down and stopping just above your clit.
“Tell me what you w-” He whispered so close that you could almost feel his lips on your skin.
“You, I want you to eat me out.” The response came before he could even finish his sentence, too much of a pathetic thing for the two men. He did not make you ask twice, letting his tongue lick upwards from your folds to your clit, forcing you to arch your back and close your eyes. “Fuck.”
The pleasure was sudden, and you could not hold yourself back, biting down on your lip to silence some of your moans, hoping Benedict would not get angry. Tom looked up as he ate you out, watching you melt under his touch and glanced quickly at his friend, whose eyes were stuck on your face. Tom kept his eyes on his friend and sucked on your clit, making a string of soft moans and whimpers leave your mouth as your hips raised slightly. Benedict’s jaw tightened as his hold onto the arms of the chair did too.
In response, Tom tensed his hold on your hips, stopping you from pathetically trying to grind against his face in desperation. Your cheeks burned in shame as you could feel Benedict’s eyes on you even with your eyes closed. You wondered if he enjoyed seeing you like this or wished it was him between your legs. An impulsive reflex took over your body as your right hand looked for Tom’s hair pulling it softly.
Benedict’s voice broke your euphoric state as you were on the verge of coming, “Remember the rules, Sofia.” In response to his friend’s words, Tom moved his right hand away from your hip, pushing to digits inside you and curling them. You gasped for air, opening your eyes and looking for your professor.
Was it worth it to defy him? Was it worth whatever would come next? It felt worth it, at least right now, as Tom moved relentless, causing your lower back and core to tense, ready to snap in pleasure. He had had the chance to eat you out but gave it away; you had a right to defy him. Your eyes met Benedict’s as he looked down at you, flexing his jaw. You did not even have the time to say something as the orgasm overwhelmed your senses, making your limbs slightly numb as waves of pleasure took over your core. Your hold on Tom’s hair grew tighter, keeping him exactly where he needed to be.
Tom felt your cunt clenching around his fingers and sucked on your clit, hoping to prolong the pleasure. The overstimulation forced you to cry out as you had yet to look away from Benedict, defiant of his orders. You enjoyed having him watch you, jealous that somebody else was making his girl come. As you came down your high, you gave him one final smile before breaking the eye contact, looking at Tom, who stood back up. “Thank you,” you whispered, unsure of what to say.
He cleaned his face with his forearm and stepped away from you, walking towards Benedict, “all yours.” You suddenly felt so dirty, coming on the lips of a man you had never even kissed. It felt good. It felt like you were using them as much as they were using you.
“Stand up,” Benedict ordered you, standing up from the chair himself. You slightly regretted your lust-filled semi-decision to come as Benedict looked at you with a dark expression. You did as requested, standing up and waiting for him to approach you. It felt significantly more vulnerable to stand naked like this than to lie like before, feeling both men’s eyes on you. They had utterly different expressions as Tom smirked slightly, happy to have pushed you over the edge, and Benedict looked down at you. “So you still know how to follow an order.” His words broke you out of your analysis of the situation, forcing you to meet his gaze.
“Yes, sir.” You nodded emphatically, hoping your submissive tone would melt away his jealousy. He closed the distance between your bodies, grabbing your face with his right hand slightly above your chin, squeezing it tightly and making you look up.
“Then why is Hiddleston’s face full of your cum, Sofia. Can you not control yourself?” He spat the words, disgusted by your behaviour. He did not care as much as he showed, mostly trying to clarify that you needed to do exactly as told. He secretly enjoyed your brattiness, you hid it well most of the time, but the way you had looked at him as you came had made his dick impossibly hard.
“Don’t be so harsh on her, Ben. I am sure nobody has ever eaten her out like that,” Tom spoke up, ironic, making Ben close his eyes and shake his head as a bitter laugh escaped his throat, letting go of your face. You thought this was the perfect moment to make your professor feel that all your attention was on him, show him how much you wanted him.
You got on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek, holding onto the back of his neck with your left hand. Your lips moved towards his ear, whispering, “nobody eats me out like you do, daddy.” An honest, open smile appeared on his lips as your free hand tried to work on his shirt’s buttons while your lips moved down onto his neck.
Your other hand came to help as your eagerness to fill him grew more urgent with every kiss you left on his body. His smell filling up your nose and forcing you to press your legs together. Once his shirt was fully opened, you ran your nails down his chest, looking up at his ecstatic expression and smiling. You came to a silent agreement as you knelt slowly, holding onto his hips for stability until you were facing his crotch.
Your hands moved to his belt and then to his trousers, pulling them down but keeping his boxers on. You kissed his lower stomach and his erection over his boxers, causing a groan to escape his lips. “I am not in the mood to be teased.” He clarified, and you looked up to him, rolling your eyes.
“Boring,” you responded cheeky, pulling down his boxers and freeing his hard cock. Precum leaked from its head, showing how badly he wanted you. You licked it, savouring the taste of his desire before moving down to the base of the shaft and licking all the way to the head. “Just like that. Show me who this dick belongs to.”
You started sucking his cock fully as his hand found your hair, guiding you to his desired pace. Tom had sat back down, enjoying the show as your left hand moved from Ben’s hip to in-between your legs to touch yourself as you pleasured him. “Such a horny thing. I just made her come and look at her, going for it again. You really cannot get enough. No wonder you need two men to keep you entertained.” The degradation made you just wetter as your core itched to be fucked. You needed a cock inside of you. You needed to feel them fill you up.
“Hiddleston, come here, let her show you how good she can suck cock. You would think it’s her job,” Benedict spoke before groaning as you took his entire length into your mouth, gagging slightly as it hit the back of your throat. Tom stood up eagerly, joining his friend by his side, exchanging a look with him. “C’mon, princess, you wanted this. Now, take off Tom’s trousers.”
You stopped sucking on Ben’s dick, looking up at them short-breathed. Was this a dream? Maybe, but you would enjoy it thoroughly. They looked so handsome standing above you as they watched you pathetically struggle to undo Tom’s belt. You managed to pull his cock out of his trousers, staring at it in awe as your right hand pumped Ben’s. “Time to put your multitasking skills to good use, Sof.” Tom joked as you took his cock between your lips, driving him to close his eyes. Your right hand continued to play with Ben’s shaft, hoping to satisfy both men.
You relentlessly moved from one to the other as they let you know how good you were doing. It felt almost impossible to keep up as both men grew more eager as they approached their climax. Your chest burnt as you barely had the time to breathe, but the praise pushed you to keep going, keen to show them you could please them both.
“Just like that, Sof. I am so fucking close; I am gonna fill up your pretty mouth.” Tom spoke as you pushed him deep down your throat before leaving him and gasping for air.
As you took a quick break breathing out, feeling your eyes burn with tears, Benedict spoke again, “Get on the bed, darling. I will give you just what you want.” He helped you stand up, exchanging a look with Tom. As the two men approached you, you sat on the bed, “Get on your four, love. Let’s see if you can make Tom come with your pretty little mouth as I fuck you. Is that okay?”
You nodded enthusiastically before speaking, “yes, sir.” You got into the desired position as Tom stood before you, pumping his erection. Benedict positioned himself behind you, staring in awe at your ass, before slapping it slightly and then grabbing his hard cock and running it down the swollen lips of your cunt. You jilted forward slightly, overwhelmed by the sensation, before moving back to your initial position.
“Can I come in your mouth, Sof?” Tom asked, making you look up to him as Benedict breached you, forcing a moan to escape your lips.
“Yes, please. Use my mouth however you’d like,” You responded as your professor started to thrust out of you. The emptiness felt sinful, almost as if he belonged in you, part of your being. Tom guided his cock to your lips, and you took it quickly, balancing yourself with one arm as you held onto his hip with the other. The feeling of fullness between the two dicks was driving you crazy. It was like nothing you had felt before; to have two men worship and use your body this way felt more fulfilling yet overwhelming than any other form of sex.
Benedict started thrusting back into you, pushing you forward just enough so you could take Tom’s full cock in your mouth. The room was suddenly filled with the sound of sex, moans and groans as nothing else mattered outside of pleasure. Your professor’s hand reached around your leg to play with your clit as his dick hit your sweet spot repeatedly. Tom’s member silenced your moans, but the pulsing of your cunt around Ben’s cock let him know you would come in no time.
“Just like that princess, milk my cock with your tight cunt. I cannot wait to fill you up just like you like it. My pretty girl.” Benedict’s words added a further layer of pleasure as his motions on your clit increased in pressure, pushing you closer and closer. You would not last much longer.
Tom did not seem to be too far either as he had his eyes closed, focusing on the feeling of your warm mouth around him. “Your mouth feels like heaven, Sof. You are fucking amazing.” The continuous praising was almost too much, especially combined with the soft groans escaping the two men’s lips. Just as you thought you would not get them to come first, Benedict’s thrusts hit just the right spot snapping the coil in your core and forcing you to moan around Tom’s cock, feeling the overwhelming tension as Ben fucked you through your orgasm.
Tom’s hand found your hair, holding his cock in your mouth as the movements from Ben’s thrusts cause him to reach his climax in the back of your throat. You tried your best to take all his cum, but it dripped from the corners of your mouth as both men looked down at you, mesmerized. The grip of your pulsing cunt and the filthy scene in front of him pushed Benedict to his own climax a second later, leaving the three of you panting as your bodies throbbed in pressure.
liv´s note
Talk about porn with no plot lmao. Wrote this in one sitting so I hope it is good! Thank you so much for all your support and love in the last chapter it amazes me to see so many people enjoying the story. I will answer all your comments after my dinner! So excited to hear your opinion on this. I wanted to also let you know I am posting an improved version of my favourite story I have written, the Sorcerer, the God and the Devil´s Advocate . If you are a fan of both Tom and Benedict and into Marvel, I believe you will enjoy it a lot.
Summary:OC is a lawyer visiting her best friend in New York. Will she fall for the charming doctor? Or will her neverending conflict with the god of mischief lead to more?
Tags:Post-Endgame, AU where everyone is alive and well, Eventual Smut, Fluff with some Angst, Second Person POV, No Y/N, Avenger Loki.
You shouldn’t have left this early. The train to the airport was empty, and your head felt like it was on the verge of exploding. Waking up in the middle of the night to secure the cheap morning flight never felt worth it at 3 a.m.
Your phone vibrated in your left pocket as you were falling asleep, forcing you to move uncomfortably to get it out as the bag on your lap weighed you down. “Hello?”
“Good Morning! Are you at the airport already?” A cheerful voice asked on the other side of the line.
“I am on the train, should be there in fifteen minutes. Are you picking me up from the airport?” You asked as your voice gained some energy. You were exhausted, but the excitement to see your best friend after so long tramped it all.
“Of course, I will! What type of host would I be otherwise? Excited to see New York?” She tried to continue the conversation after hearing the sleepiness in your voice, scared you would fall asleep on the train and miss your flight.
“I am more excited to leave London. I am only visiting to get away from this city and maybe meet an Avenger or two.” You joked, pushing the bag from your lap to the floor before your blood circulation halted completely.
“Bitch, you don’t want to meet the Avengers. 99% of the time they are around, something bad is about to happen. You don’t wanna be there” Sophie was not a big Avengers fan, but who could blame her? She lived in New York. She had to live through every fuck up Tony Stark, and his friends caused.
“Whatever, I hope I get a picture with at least one of them. I will be snooping around the city for them."
…
You talked with Sophie for the rest of your train ride, got to the airport safely with plenty of time and boarded. The flight was quick, and you slept most of the way.
You were starving by the time you went through security and picked up your bag. Thankfully, your best friend would want to grab food as soon as she picked you up. You were excited to have access to all the American food chains you could not get in London.
As soon as you stepped out of the security area, you spotted Sophie waving at you excitedly. You ran towards her as fast as your backpack and gigantic suitcase would allow.
"Aaaah, babe, I cannot believe you are finally here!” She hugged you tightly. It was like a suffocating breath of fresh air to hug her again after so long. So much had changed since you last saw each other, and although phone calls helped, it was nothing like having her by your side. She smelled like your childhood and felt like home, even after all these years.
“You look super hot! Where are you coming from?” You asked her as soon as she let go of you. She was wearing a lovely fancy red dress that gave her a corporate look you were not used to.
“Just work, I had to deal with a last-minute issue, but everything should be fine now. I am all yours for the rest of the day.” She reassured you, grabbing your suitcase. “Let’s get you some food now.”
“Great! I am starving!”
…
You grabbed a quick bite and caught up on the latest news in your life. You were both still very much single, but she was hoping to fix that. On the other hand, you wanted to stay away from any serious commitment, too busy with work. Sophie told you that she was working in some Risk Management corporate position, and well, you were about to make associate at a law firm in London. Five weeks from now, you would not have time for anything or anyone but work. So this was the perfect opportunity for you to enjoy your last weeks of freedom before working in something completely different from your original law school dreams.
After grabbing brunch, you headed to Sophie’s place. She must have been making good money from the looks of her beautiful apartment in a building in Manhattan. You did not know a lot about rental prices in New York, but if they were even close to anything in London, this was an expensive place to rent.
“Girl! I guess they are paying you very well at your new job!” You teased her as you entered the beautiful flat.
“They have to. I am constantly saving their asses. They make me work 24/7, so the least they can do is give me enough money to have a nice place to crash after work.” She responded dramatically, taking off her heels.
“Look at her, Sophie Meyer, Columbia Graduate,” you pointed at the graduation pictures on her wall. That had been the last time you two had seen each other almost four years ago (or nine if you counted the time you were gone). “This city is magnificent at night, and I must say, this is a little nicer than my view in London”, you added, pointing at the breathtaking skyline surrounding her living room.
“So, although I may be making enough money to have a nice apartment is still a one-bedroom, so we will have to snuggle up together. Like the old times.” She said, reminiscing all the times she visited you in London, and you had to share your bed. “I have work tomorrow, but I should be free all weekend just for you. Feel free to do whatever you please, go Avengers hunting in Central Park or whatever,” she joked.
You spent the rest of the afternoon giving her the gifts you had brought from London and catching up on gossip about your families and friends from school. By 10 p.m., you were exhausted and jetlagged and decided to head to bed while Sophie sent some more emails.
…
The morning after, you awoke to the smell of coffee and the tumbling of objects in the living room.
“Yes. I will be there in 20 minutes. No problem. Have a good day.” Sophie mumbled on the phone while trying to sip on her coffee as she put on her heels. Today she was rocking another dress, this time a navy blue one which was flowier and had a ribbon on the front.
She ended the call and screamed, “fuck, fuck, fuck I have to go. Now."
"Well, good morning to you too, sweetheart. Where are you headed to at….” You looked at your watch “7 in the morning?”
“My boss needs me. There has been some complication with a contract that was leaked to the press. I have to solve it. Ouch,” she added as she finally managed to put on her shoes.
“I will see you for dinner?” You asked.
“Yes, yes. I’ll try my best to be here. I’ll ask my boss if I can introduce you to our team. You know, I need you to move to New York instead of starting that dumb, boring job in London.”
“Yes, whatever, Sophie. It is one of the most coveted positions in London. You should be proud of me like the rest of the world is.” You rolled your eyes at her, tired of her honesty and persistence on the topic.
“I am proud of you. I just think you are giving up everything you believe in, all your dreams. You know success is great, but your values have always been more important than that. We both know no amount of money or success will fulfil you as much as chasing your dreams. You need to do what makes you happy, not what others think you should do.” She argued while putting on her jacket, “Also, a friend from work asked me if I could take care of his dog while he is away, so we may have to do that. It is only for a couple of days. Anyway, I gotta go! Love you! Please be careful out there. This is not Notting Hill! Do not trust any strangers on the street! My spare keys are here. Please don’t lose them!” she added before walking out the door.
“Byee!” You screamed as she closed the door. Although Sophie was right, this job was not per se your dream job. It was the dream of 90% of lawyers. Giving up this opportunity would be naive, and it would disappoint many people, including your parents and law school friends. This was too much pressure for you to simply not go for it. You would find happiness in other aspects of your life, in your apartment in Notting Hill, in your nights out in Shoreditch, in the cat you wanted to adopt and in the men that would entertain your evenings.
…
You got ready to go on a walk; the day was super sunny, and the smell of spring filled the apartment. You painted your nails. You did that every day. It was inevitable; at some point during the day, you would start peeling it off and wouldn’t stop until it was all gone. It was a habit you had developed through your years in uni. It was either the nail polish or your nails and cuticles, so it was a tedious but necessary habit.
Opting for a comfortable yet stylish outfit, you wore a dress with flowers. You never know when you may run into an Avenger.
You spent the day on the streets of New York, window shopping and grabbed a slice of pizza for lunch before heading to the MET in the afternoon. Galleries were your favourite place in the world. Nothing giving you more peace than standing in front of a beautiful painting. Sometimes you wished you could just meet these artists and hear what they were thinking about while painting.
…
It had gotten dark by the time you got back to the flat. You took off your shoes and laid on the couch immobile and exhausted, until the entrance door opened again.
“Good afternoon, babe! How was your day out?” Sophie sang tired as she entered the flat and took off her heels.
“It was beautiful! I went to the MET, almost as nice as the National Gallery!” You joked, making her roll her eyes. “Anyway, how was your day, businesswoman? Chasing your boss around?”
“Yeah, whatever, it was nice, I ended up having lunch with the team, and I told them about you. My smart best friend from London sounds like somebody everyone wants to meet. I don’t think you wanna meet them, though; corporate Newyorkers are not as nice as corporate Londoners.”
“The fact that you are calling any corporate sell-out nice already says everything about your judgement on people”, you answered sarcastically.
“Woa woa woa, look who’s talking? Miss ‘I will work in Banking and M&A and watch the world burn’” she spoke, throwing her jacket at you.
“Now, to the important things. Is there anyone within your team you would like to set me up with? Because I did not come all the way to New York to go on Hinge dates.” You asked, lifting your eyebrow and making an insinuating face.
“I don’t know, really. I don’t think anyone in my team is soo up their ass to be your type. Wait.. mmh… Nah, but I will ask around. Maybe they know some narcissist, tall, skinny, dark-haired asshole. That’s still your type, right?”
“Yes, indeed. I am glad you still remember,” you matched her sarcastic tone, getting up to grab some water.
“Anyway, my coworker is coming later today to drop off his dog. He will be with us just for five days. I am sure you will be happy to have somebody keep you company while you walk around Central Park. He is a cutie, a big cuddly golden retriever, so all the eyes will be on you.” Sophie let you know and then added, “but going back to what we talked about before, babe. I don’t think you should go back to London, I really don’t. You were always keen to do something good for the world and help people, and now you are throwing all of that away."
"That’s not true. I will still do pro bono work once in a while,” you argued.
“You know that is not enough, and you will be unhappy. New York is a great place for you, and I will talk to my boss and tell him how awesome you are. We help people, babe, and you could do it too. I also know quite a few people that work for the UN. You could work there too.” She answered as you both sat on the couch.
“Is this why you invited me to New York? To kidnap me?” You laughed, and she kept her serious look.
Your conversation was interrupted by the intercom ringing. Sophie got up in a hurry to answer. “Yes, yes, I will be down in a second.” She hung up the phone and started putting her heels back on.
“Are we going downstairs to pick up the puppy?” You asked, curious to meet her coworker.
“No need, you can wait up here. I will be back in a minute.” She said, closing the door behind her.
…
After 10 minutes, the door slung open, and a giant golden retriever entered, dragging Sophie in with him. As soon as he saw you and Sophie dropped the leash, he ran and jumped on your lap, covering your whole body and almost suffocating you.
“Well, hello boy, what is your name?” You spoke to him sweetly, petting his head, trying to keep him calm as he tried to lick your face.
“His name is Bjorn. It means bear. He kind of is a bear.” Sophie answered for him, and you giggled as he moved from your lap to the side of the couch so you could finally pet him properly.
“Thank you for not suffocating me, Bjorn, you cutie.”
“I have just been informed that they need me to go into the office tomorrow morning. Will you be okay?” Sophie asked. “Also, I may have found somebody I can set you up with, but I am not 100% sure yet."
"Uhm, interesting; keep me updated.” You winked at her. “This cutie and I will go for a walk in Central Park, and then we can meet you at your office?” You asked without taking your eyes off the furball.
“That’s okay. I’ll meet you there, I’ll bring lunch, and we can eat in the park.”
…
You had a quick dinner, chitchatted while playing with the pup and then headed to bed. Sophie refused to show you a picture of your possible set-up, letting you know she needed to check some things before it was confirmed. Bjorn decided there was not enough space for the three of you on the bed and slept on the couch instead.
…
Around 8 in the morning, you woke up hearing the shower in the bathroom turn on. You got out of bed, went into the living room, grabbed Bjorn’s food from the bag the owner had prepared for you two and served him some kibble. He was still half asleep on the couch but jumped up as soon as he heard his food being served.
Sophie got ready and ran around, as stressed as the previous morning. “So plan for today, I go to work, we meet at Central Park, you find us a nice place to sit down and have lunch and tonight we go out for drinks? Saturday night fun?”
“Yes, sure,” you answered while petting Bjorn, who had joined you on the couch after devouring his breakfast.
“Please take care of Bjorn! Love you!” She said, closing the door behind her as last morning.
You made yourself some coffee and a sandwich and then proceeded to sit down on the couch, turning on the news. Tony Stark was being interviewed on his decision to accept Loki Odinson into the Avengers after what he had done in New York. Stark explained how Loki was under the control of Thanos and had now shown loyalty to the protection of earth and the Avengers team.
You did not know how to feel about it. It must be so difficult for the families of the people that died in the attack. Seeing the killer of their loved one free and revamped as a hero. However, if it is true that he was being controlled by Thanos, then he may deserve a second chance. You guessed this was another Winter Soldier situation where villains are not truly villains, and heroes are not true heroes.
After eating, you proceeded to repaint your nails, going for a baby blue. Once they dried, Bjorn started bothering, wanting to go for a walk. So you went into the bathroom, took a shower and changed for the day.
“Okay, okay, cutie, we can go now. You gotta find me a man in the park or a job at the UN, whichever is easier.” You joked, putting his collar on, excited to have some company on today’s walk.
You left the flat and started walking towards Greenwich Village, looking to see a different part of the city. It was a 30-minute walk from the apartment in Chelsea, and you would take the underground to Central Park later to meet with Sophie.
Once you made it to your desired destination, you started to walk down this beautiful wide street. Although a cutie, Bjorn was not the best-behaved dog. He kept on trying to chase pigeons and wanted to play with every dog he saw on the street. Given his insistence and strength, it had gotten increasingly difficult to hold him back. Your whole upper body had started to get sore as you held tightly onto the leash while he pulled.
You took a deep breath as you finally managed to calm him down enough to stop for a second and look around. Almost as if he could feel you finally relax and look away from him, he pulled with all his strength to your side, making you trip. You tried to keep him calm, but he pulled your shoulder, causing you to cry out in pain. He was uniquely strong for a dog, or you were just particularly breakable.
“Ouch, Bjorn! Stop it!” You pulled the leash again, holding it with your opposite hand, getting him to finally sit. You looked up, realising he was trying to jump on a man holding a sandwich between his hands.
“I am so sorry! He is a little too excited to be outside. Your sandwich must smell delicious,” you apologised profusely while trying to stop the pain in your shoulder to no avail.
“No problem. He is a big dog. Did you hurt your shoulder?” The man answered unimpressed, noticing how you were slouching your shoulder.
“Oh no, it is okay. He just pulled harshly. I am sure it is nothing.” You responded, looking down at Bjorn, that was now behaving properly, sitting by your side.
“It looks like it could be dislocated. That is pretty bad. I can call a doctor if you want?” He replied, taking a bite out of his sandwich and breaking off a piece for the hungry dog that had just eaten breakfast.
“Oh no, doctors are super expensive in the U.S. I am fine. I’ll just go home and put some ice on it."
"I am sure he will look at your shoulder for free. Wait, he is just around the corner. Follow me.” He started walking along the street. You did not know whether to follow him. Sophie had told you people may be dangerous in New York, but he seemed pretty normal. You prided yourself on having a good vibe detector, and he seemed nice, a straightforward guy. You started to walk behind him. Bjorn seemed to have understood he had hurt you and was walking at a better speed.
The man in the peculiar clothes stopped in front of 177A Bleecker Street and opened the door screaming, “Strange! We have a situation. Come here. We need your medical assistance.”
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Liv’s Note (please read)
I hope you enjoyed reading the first chapter. Given the length of the work, I have created a separatetaglistfor it, so please join it to get notified when a new chapter is posted. I have tagged people who are on my general/marvel/Loki/Strange taglist for this chapter but please join the taglist if you want to be tagged again. Please read the PSA linked at the top of this chapter or here. Sending you all my love! Please reblog the story to support my writing ♥️
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
I couldn’t remember the word “doorknob” ten minutes ago.
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Anyone else’s brain do that thing where you’ve been thinking about this one scene all day long and hyping it up in your head and then when you finally sit down to write it the scene just… blurs??? Like while you’re typing the words down your mind is now squinting at the scene that had been so clear only moments before but now it’s like that one scene in Encanto where Bruno is trying to find out what Mirabel has to do and it’s just “What is it? Am I fighting or hugging?” and if you’re lucky the scene will focus, and you’ll be able to write it down but most of the time it just gets blurrier and blurrier? Anyone else’s mind do that when they write? Just me?
So, for anyone who is struggling with writers block…
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I also want to add that I stopped forcing myself to write every day. Instead, if I can’t bring myself to write a single word then I’ll make sure that I read or at least listen to an audio book even if it’s only a page or just for a few minutes. This has helped me stay inspired and actually write more than anything else I’ve tried over the past year.
Summary: After Spencer’s death in 2006, Alex Wesker contacts Mother Miranda to make her an offer she can’t refuse. Driven by her desire to get her daughter Eva back, Miranda finds herself in a moral quandary and puts everything else alive that she holds dear at risk—First and foremost Alcina, with whom she has a troubled past … Is Miranda pinning her hopes on the right person, or will she lose everything in the end?
Summary: The village’s population is at an all-time low in 2015. Heisenberg, of all people, has a clever idea to attract visitors to the home of Mother Miranda and her four lords. The priestess’ experiments and House Dimitrescu’s thirst for blood in particular are responsible for the precarious situation. Alcina is upset with Miranda and doesn’t want to face her. But the priestess—plagued by memories of times long past—has something different in mind …
Almost three years later I can finally say that my “little” story is finished and complete… And still can’t believe how long it took me to write! I have a huge respect for writers. Fic or not.
I loved this process and want to give a huge thanks to the readers who decided to leave their feedback, it can be gold for some authors. For me, it was a game-changer
Endure and survive, and never stop looking for the light
Finally… I never thought it would take this long, but I’ve enjoyed every second of it! Can’t wait to post the last and final chapter
A huge thanks to the ones reading, and especially to the ones that took the time and left their feedback, this story wouldn’t have been the same without it :)
The way I love these two- I just, I can’t, Mitomi has been with me since 2018ish and I love her so much. And writing her with Shikamaru and drawing them together and happy- it brings me so much joy ☺️
