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imthebadguyyy · 7 days

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The Tortured Poets Department

(imthebadguyyy's version)

1. fortnight (ft post malone) - carlos sainz x reader [formula 1]

2. the tortured poets department - benedict bridgerton x reader [bridgerton]

3. my boy only breaks his favourite toys - charles leclerc x reader [formula 1]

4. down bad - lando norris x reader formula 1]

5. so long london - harry styles x reader [1d, harries]

6. but daddy i love him - simon bassett : anthony bridgerton x reader [bridgerton x reader]

7. fresh out the slammer - sirius black x reader [marauders]

8. florida!!! ft florence and the machine - remus lupin x reader (x sirius x james) [marauders]

9. guilty as sin? - lewis hamilton x reader [formula 1]

10. guilty as sin? - bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x reader [top gun]

11. whose afraid of little old me? - platonic f1 drivers x reader [formula 1]

12. i can fix him, no really i can - charles leclerc x reader [formula 1 ]

13. loml - james potter x reader [marauders]

14. i can do it with a broken heart - platonic formula 1 drivers x reader [formula 1]

15. the smallest man who ever lived - carlos sainz x reader [formula 1]

16. the alchemy - lewis hamilton x reader [formula 1]

17. the black dog - sirius black x reader [marauders]

18. so high school - bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x reader [top gun]

19. the prophecy - anthony bridgerton x reader [bridgerton]

20. peter - steve rogers x reader [MCU]

all's fair in love and poetry...or is it?

any changes and suggestions welcome!!

to be tagged, reply to this post or send me an ask/dm specifying which fic/fandom/ or whole series 🤍

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mamoru-chiba-ua · 2 months

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i-am-true-believer · 11 months

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To the fanfiction readers, the late night scrollers, the ones who are trying to escape, to find a moment of peace, to find comfort or a safe place to land.

You're safe here. You are safe, you are loved and you are important. The world needs you and my dear sweet one, I promise you it will get better. Maybe not today or tomorrow but it will get better. People love you and are here for you.

You are valid, you are enough. I promise you that you are enough.

So take a deep breath and relax a little for me. I hope you find the fan art or the fanfiction you need. I hope you find comfort and safety here. I hope you know you're favorite character is waiting for you, they adore you and are so excited to see you.

You can do this sweet one. Life is tough but so are you. Your comfort character believes in you and so do I, the random girl on Tumblr who knows it gets better, because it did for her.

❤️💛True Believer 💛❤️

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blac-ivy · 6 months

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You know what I love? A break from the monotony of regular fics where the reader mc is a victim.

I love when the reader is the unhinged one. I love it when they're so deluded, so far gone that you as sane as you are (which can't be alot if you're on tumblr lol), that you start to see their point and even root for them.

It's like the ultimate girl power thing for me in like a screwed up way, to have the reader be the pursuer, the predator. It's so rare to see Yandere! Or obsessive! dark fics from that perspective.

I love seeing the common themes in dark fics, with a female reader as the instigator,

like the misogynistic "you're going to be my housewife and have my kids whether you like it or not" thing turned to " I'm just trying to be a good housewife for you and give you a family, I promise you'll love it" or " just let me make you feel good, I know you need it even if you don't know it yet" vibes

I love that. I'm going to eat it up everytime

If y'all know of any go ahead and comment. And to any writers who come across this don't be shy to self promote.

My preferred fandoms the MCU : the avengers, Captain America, TFAWS.Harry Potter, Twilight (which is dead as fuck)

Any C. Evans works, or S. Stan

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shieldmaiden19 · 1 month

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Did Marvel execs seriously think we would watch a movie with a running theme of who Steve would get together with, a movie that includes the line, “It’s not like there’s someone out there with similar life experience,” and NOT go absolutely feral for Steve/Bucky? Did they seriously?

#captain america #captain america winter soldier #ca:tws #steve rogers #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #the homophobia is blinding y’all #stucky #steve/bucky #rewatched catws and the entire first half of the movie is LITERALLY SETTING IT UP FOR THE SHIP #queerbaiting at its finest truly #fuck marvel #fuck disney #fuck the mcu #as with harry potter the mcu belongs to the fans now #and fuck Hollywood for good measure

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rainydayathogwarts · 1 month

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Ron weasley - Opposite teams

Summary: You play a match against your boyfriend, who's a very sore loser. wc: 2k

Seeing him on the pitch shouldn't have had such an effect on you, especially considering you were playing for the opposite team. The gear looked good on him, and confidence was beaming off his skin, but you were one of the best chasers at Hogwarts, priding yourself on how rarely you missed a shot. "Pull yourself together Y/N!" Flint yelled at your frozen form, still in shock of what had happened. It was all because Ron had flashed you that stupidly gorgeous smile when you were about to score that you hesitated - hesitated enough for him to read your body language and predict your next move, easily catching the quaffle when you threw it. Even your boyfriend had been surprised, well aware of how good you played from years of watching you on the field.

"Wow! It seems as though L/N is too charmed by her boyfriend to get a good shot, this is a new one folks!" Begins Lee, rousing up those in the bleachers. "And it looks like Slytherin Captain Flint is calling for a time out! Good choice I'd say!" It was already embarrassing enough that the entire school knew the time out was being called because you were too hot and bothered by your boyfriend, but your face flushed a dark red the second the Slytherin team turned to look at you in disappointment. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I don't know what got into me, he's just so- I can't be the primary shooter I'm sorry!" The entire team looked back at you as you rambled and you felt your face get impossibly warmer realising you were gushing about your boyfriend to six teenage boys. "I'm sorry." You muttered.

"Y/N's right," Starts Flint again, "She shouldn't be the primary shooter for this game..." His voice trails off and your gaze drifting to where to Gryffindor team stands. You can see them laughing for a moment, and Harry pats Ron on the back - the reason you missed literally couldn't have been more obvious and they were having a field day about it. "Got it Y/N?" Your head snaps back to Flint, looking at you with raised eyebrows. Your face goes blank, your mouth opening as though to say 'what' but nothing comes out. "You'll switch places with Nott as secondary." Malfoy says quietly to you, and you perk up "Yes, got it!" Flint doesn't look convinced, but calls time out to be over anyway, and everyone gets back on their brooms.

"Stay focused or I'll knock your boyfriend off his broom!" The remark is clearly aimed at you, but is loud enough for both teams to hear and you glance at Ron, whose face has blanched at the comment. You turn away from him, trying not to smile, and the whistle blows. Nott scores time after time after time, and you can see your boyfriend's confidence decreasing while his anger increases. Nott passes you, high-fiving you on the way back to his post. "Good strategy change by the Slytherin team, it seems that they're back - OHH AND MALFOY CATCHES THE SNITCH, GAME OVER EVERYONE!" You're relieved to be off your broom when the game end and you sigh deeply, rolling your head in a circle to try and stretch a kink in your neck out.

You finally join your team, earning pats on the back by them, and teasing comments "Well he's not gonna be happy about that one." and "Good luck getting laid tonight." The comments follow you all the way back to your dorm since Pansy walks with you back to the common room. "I don't even know how that happened though! You never miss! Like you can't be so attracted to someone that, well that happens. He's going to be in such a prissy mood, good luck with that."

The party in the common room is in full blow when you finish showering and getting dressed. You're clad in a tight black mini-skirt with a red crop top, something your boyfriend will hopefully appreciate. "I see what you're doing." You're interrupted by Draco, who eyes your outfit once before handing you a drink. "I think you underestimate just how capable I am of getting my boyfriend in bed, Malfoy." He grins, shaking his head "Well if you have the effect on him that he had on you, I doubt it'll take much." You scoff in amusement, the jokes will never end. "Hey if Marcus asks where I am, don't tell him I'm sleeping with the enemy." But Flint is already beside you, muttering "Cheers" under his breath, so you scurry away quietly, starting your trek to the Gryffindor common room.

The Gryffindors' party is completely different. The music in the background is quiet, and the Gryffindor Quidditch team sits together, each player with a drink in hand while they talk. Others seem to be having more fun than them. When Ron spots you walking towards him, he rolls his eyes, clearly upset. His teammates, on the other hand, greet you kindly, some even joking about the slight incident on the field. You stand in front of Ron, putting a knee on the couch between his legs to support yourself when you put your hands on his shoulder, leaning into his body.

Despite Ron's free hand coming to the back of your thigh, he still mutters "I'm not in the mood." though he leans into your touch when one of your hands comes up to play with his hair. You tilt your head down so your lips barely graze his ear "You're so hot when you're angry." Ron stiffens, looking up at you, but your head is already dipping lower so you can press kisses on his neck. He shivers at the cool touch of your slightly wet hair on his collarbone, and his eyes flutter close for a moment. When he opens them back up, Harry is grinning at him and wiggling his eyebrows. Someone wolf whistles, but he doesn't know if it's directed to you. He feels your teeth graze the spot you've been sucking on right below his eye and he sighs, trying to disguise his pleasure as annoyance, pushing your hip away from him.

Yes, he wants you, but he has to at least pretend that he doesn't for a while longer because he's still angry, and wants you to feel as though you need to try a little to win him over. You've played his game before, and you know what follows. When Ron nudges at your hips one more time, you separate from him, tilting his chin up so he can look at you. He's putty in your hands, but you like to give him the illusion of being in control, so when you kiss him, it's a soft, almost desperate kiss. "Ronnie," you plead "Please." And that soft whisper is enough to make him begin to stand up. You back away, pushing your bottom lip forward and making doe eyes at your boyfriend to stop yourself from grinning in accomplishment.

His shoulder brushes past you and he begins walking up to his dorm, but when you catch up with him, snaking your hand in his, he only holds your hand tighter, so you know you've won. Ron's door slams shut behind you, and immediately, hands are on you, pushing you against the door and groping your ass while he kisses you aggressively. The kiss is filled with angry passion, and Ron's tongue is fighting against yours for dominance. Both your arms are thrown over Ron's shoulder in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer to you so your tits are pushed up into his chest. The hands on your ass move to your front, sliding up your crop top and cupping your tits, while Ron pulls away from the kiss to attack your neck.

Moans are immediately escaping your mouth in soft breaths, your back arching into Ron's hands, pulling and massaging at your breasts, teasing your nipples. His teeth bite at your neck, and one leg comes to shove itself right between your thighs and you jerk up, an electric shock being sent right through you. At your loud gasp, Ron looks down to where his leg connected with your cunt, and his hand immediately pushes your skirt up to find that you're not wearing panties. "What a little slut. No underwear under a mini-skirt? You're practically begging." He grunts, and you whine, grinding your pussy against his thigh. "Just for you, Ronnie."

The comment seems to make him happy, at least happier than he was before since he starts working on taking your top off. "Get this skirt off now." He mutters, his attention back on your tits the second they're exposed. Your bra drops to the floor at the same time your skirt does. Ron pulls away from where he was leaving hickeys on your tits, and takes a moment to oggle at your naked body. You falter under his stare, a hand coming up to grab the material of his t-shirt. "Ron?" At the sound of his name, he looks back up, taking an impossible step closer to you and pressing his lips to yours in a slow kiss. "You're so fucking amazing." He mutters between kisses, all of his previous anger seemingly gone "Don't deserve this. Don't deserve you." Before you can react to his words, his hands are wrapping around your waist and carrying you to his bed, where he immediately shuts the curtains of his four-poster.

He wastes no time pressing his clothed cock against your naked, which has you moaning his name, bucking your hips up for more friction. "Take it off, take it off." You beg. He complies, chuckling at the sight of your hips bucking up, but takes his time stroking his cock once it's finally freed. His demeanour completely flips the second he pushes into you; his hips snapping at a faster pace than you can keep track of, his hands grabbing both your legs to pull over his shoulders. The angle is perfect and with the way his cock is hitting the right spot with every stroke, you're sure you won't last ten minutes.

You're tightly gripping the bed sheets and you're almost positive that your eyes are going to get stuck at the back of your head because of how hard they're rolling back. "Mmph, bloody hell you feel so nice." The compliment only spurred the pleasure inside you and you moaned louder, bucking your hips up for something more - anything more. Ron's hand comes down to your clit in a harsh slap, and quickly starts putting pressure on it, watching as you squirmed underneath him at the extra friction. His pace sped up and your legs started to shake on his shoulders, a sign that you were clearly close. Ron's hand begins rubbing quick circles on your clit and hips start erratically jerking into you as he releases his load into you, triggering your very own orgasm.

Ron rides out both your orgasms, stilling his movements when you put a hand on his chest. He pants, his chest heaving with every breath he takes as he takes your legs off his shoulders. "Christ, that was too much exercise for one day." He mutters, looking down at you when you open your arms wide for him. He falls into your awaiting arms and mumbles "Can't sleep. Need to clean you up." You moan, shaking your head at him. "Just five minutes."

#harry potter #hogwarts #gryffindor #ron weasly imagine #ron weasley fanfiction #ron wealsey #ronald weasley #ron weasley smut #ron weasley #ron wealsey x y/n #rainydayathogwarts #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hp #potter #captain flint #draco malfoy #theodore nott

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phantomstatistician · 9 months

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Fandom: Spider-Man

Sample Size: 62,342 crossover stories (all fandoms); 2,583 crossover stories (excluding Marvel)

Source: AO3

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the-heartlines · 8 months

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jason isaacs: everyone’s dad dove™️ awakening

#colonel tavington #was my personal dead dove awakening ngl #those tavington/ofc fics on ff.net had me BARKING & i almost wrote one myself back in highschool with keira knightley being my face claim 💀#jason isaacs #captain hook #lucius malfoy #a cure for wellness #harry potter #personal

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studiesof-fandom · 2 years

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Fanfiction versus Fictional Books

Fanfic readers, I’m here today to ask for your help! I’m developing a project proposal for a Master’s degree program related to published books written by fic writers and how fic readers can, in a very intuitive way, see elements that show the background of the writer.

As someone who has been around fandom since 2005, I’ve seen a lot of books being recommended by other fic readers because those books had the “vibes” of fanfiction – with the understanding here that regular fic readers perceive “good fanfiction” as the norm. What I want to do in my research is to academically explain what those “fanfic vibes” possibly are. Obviously, the research won’t be able to embrace all forms and types of fanfiction - it’s impossible. My goal is specifically the ideal model of fanfic in slash fandom. I don’t have a lot to say yet about the project, because I’m still putting it together, however, as a kickstart, I wanted to do a quick survey to see how regular fic readers perceive and are influenced by fanfiction when reading traditionally published fictional books.

This is the survey!

It’ll be available to fill out until September 24.

Please, reblog and share as much as you can! It’ll help me so much!

-Naty

#fanfic #fanfiction #acafandom #acafan #star trek #supernatural #doctor who #sherlock holmes #harry potter #star wars #merlin #captain america #marvel #dc comics #stranger things

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thereifling · 2 years

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I had to do that one!

It’s always those three!

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hannaxjo · 2 years

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About Fanfiction

You know when you come across a fanfiction that is just so wonderful in every way, and once it's over you genuinely don't know what to do. There's just this static going on your brain and it's just like- I - I don't - like a genuine loss of words. Because you have read something so beautiful and unique, and thoughtful, something that has actually changed parts of you and the way you view things.

This is why its ridiculous how much shit fanfiction gets, because this feeling, is so incredibly rare, and let me tell you, not once have I read a published book that has had this effect on me.

Sure, there is bad fanfiction, but guess what. There are also bad books. And just like there are amazing books, there are amazing fanfictions. And I got to read one of those for free.

The skill, not only in the writing but the way the characters are told, the story, the emotions, everything. The time and research that writer has put on this work, and I got to read it for free.

Through fanfiction we get to read and tell stories that the mainstream media is too bigoted to publish.

It is really fucking stupid to shit on fanfiction because "some of it is bad". Some of us don't get represented in the media as much, some of us at all, and some of us only in negative light.

So yeah, say thanks to fanfiction writers, leave kudos, leave comments. Fanfiction can be really fucking amazing.

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luvbuggggg · 11 months

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knockout. — remus lupin

summary: a quidditch game gone wrong leads to you in the hospital wing with a very worried remus by your side.

genre: fluff ; remus x quidditch captain!reader

warnings: injuries, violence, slight food issues(??), profanity

blinding lights filled your vision as you fought to open your eyes. a hand shot up to protect them from the harsh luminance, but you were greeted with a searing pain in your arm instead. a hand took yours. it was warm, almost too warm. you unscrewed your eyes to take a look at who the hand belonged to.

remus lupin. just about the only person you’d be okay with holding your hand right then. he looked like a wreck. bags under his eyes more prevalent than normal, disheveled hair, chapped lips. yet, he still looked phenomenal. it was unfair, really, how he could be a mess and still be one of the most attractive boys in hogwarts. personally, you felt no one else could hold a candle to your friend, but some of your dorm mates felt very strongly otherwise.

he rubbed circles on your hand with his thumb as he spoke to someone on the other side of the room. madam pomfrey soon hovered over you, immediately forcing a vial to your lips to drink. you obliged, gulping down a horrific tasting potion. she returned to her cabinets, rummaging for something specific. what for? you had no clue.

your eyes turned back to remus, who was still intently watching pomfrey. you cleared your throat, trying to gather strength to speak. even opening your mouth sent a pain through your chest. “what happened?” you mumbled.

looking back to you, remus frowned. “you don’t remember?” you shook your head gently, instantly regretting it. any sudden movements sent pain and/or dizziness through your being. he continued playing with your hand, looking around the room for something to focus on. you wished he’d just look at you. you squeezed his hand, trying to regain his attention. he looked back at you, looking almost as bad as you felt.

“there was a game, and one of the beaters kept targeting you with a bludger. it caught up to you, love, and took you out.”

moments of the game filled your memory. the exhaustion from the very beginning. you had been so focused on making sure your team was well fed that you had forgotten to eat as well. it was only until your team was walking onto the pitch that you realized your fatal mistake. as quidditch captain of your team, it was vital that you never forgot to take care of yourself. this game was so important to you, though, everything slipped away.

up in the air, all you could think about was making your goals and the nausea rushing through you at the same time. everything was going smoothly until a bludger met your temple. one minute you were upright, and the next, you were plummeting hundreds of feet. the impact of the ground still evades your memory.

you looked up at the boy, tears building in your eyes. “i tried so hard,” you croaked. he slumped in his seat, feeling worse than when you were asleep. his free hand stroked your hair, his other still entwined in yours. you pathetically tried to wipe your tears, but the pulsing aches prevented your arms from moving.

“i know you did, love.” he whispered. “nothing could’ve stopped them from hitting you. they put a spell on the ball to follow you until you were off your broom.”

the sadness melted away in an instant and was immediately replaced with anger. pure, red-hot anger. you sat up, to the best of your ability, and looked remus right in the eye. “what?”

he was startled with the change in your demeanor. he pushed a pillow behind your back to help you stay up straight as he talked. “i think it was their captain that did it, but we weren’t sure. the whole team knew, though. the boys and i thought it was odd that no one was really touching the bludger.”

“does dumbledore know? does anyone in authority know? i could’ve fucking died, remus. i fell hundreds of feet, all because some dickwad was too afraid to lose a game of quidditch to my team.” your vulgar language was met with a shush from madam pomfrey, along with an advisement to calm down. you were still healing, after all.

“they’re figuring everything out now. i think the boys are handling it, then handing it over to dumbledore and mcgonagall.” he traced fingers on your arm, careful to avoid any bruises you gained from the altercation. his touch had a way of calming you slightly, but in no way were you okay. you could’ve been killed for godrick’s sake. it felt good knowing that james, sirius, and peter were taking care of whoever did this.

remus took your silence as anger. in an attempt to calm you, he began telling you about how good your team played before the incident occurred. plays you had planned with james went phenomenally. he snickered at the fumbles made by the other team. you wondered how bad they had to have been to need a hexxed bludger. that’s truly embarrassing. as he rambled on and on, you felt your heart rate slowly decline.

the peacefulness was interrupted by three boys slamming through the door. remus’ friends. your friends. all looking bruised and disheveled, but they stood with large grins on their faces as they stared the two of you down. remus dropped your hand, not caring to bother with any teasing while you sat in a hospital wing bed.

“we beat the son of a bitch up!” james exclaimed, earning a hiss from madam pomfrey. taking a seat next to remus, he lowered his voice. “we found out it was that sick slytherin bastard, the captain!” he nudged remus harshly. “old moony here knew it all along, didn’t you?” he wiped at his nose, dried blood flaking away.

sirius sat on the end of your bed, not bothering to watch for your (still very sore) legs and feet. his knuckles were red, faint bruising prevalent under the skin. “he put up a fight, didn’t he? but wormy kept him from getting away!” he clapped peter on the back, who stood at the foot of your bed.

“he should probably be here, considering we got him pretty good, but he’s in dumbledore’s office now!” peter grinned at their accomplishments. you grinned back. violence was never the answer, in your opinion, but the asshole tracked you down with a bludger. a violent retaliation had to have been fair.

as they continued telling the consequences your assailer would face, peter pulled up another chair in between james and sirius, who remained perched on your bed. remus scooted closer to you to give the rest more space. the closer he got, the more you missed the feel of his hand in yours. you glanced at him, moving your palm closer to his, hoping he would get the memo.

without a second glance, he took your hand in his, continuing the conversation. unbeknownst to you, as you laughed along at the jokes being thrown about how pathetic the opposing team was, remus snuck glances at you. in awe of how pretty you managed to be even after breaking and mending basically all of your bones within twenty four hours. amazed at how you managed to laugh and make jokes even though you were the target of a violent act. so happy that you comforted him, even though he had remained by your side to ensure your comfort.

after hours of quips on how remus hadn’t moved since you’d gotten there and snickers about their plans for the rest of the slytherin team, madam pomfrey ushered the four of them out of the hospital wing. you were glad to know that the next person to look at you funny would receive the same treatment that poor slytherin captain got.

wc: 1.3k words

xoxo — leigh

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