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Whenever I randomly reread one of my fanfics I’m like, “I wrote that!? No way!!” I get all soft and feel very proud of myself. I wrote that thing!! AND people left comments about how much they enjoyed it! It’s one of the best feelings and it’s extremely motivating.

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MARCH’S READING LIST

☆ 1st - it’s a deal [pt. 2] // @justreadingfics​  [bucky barnes] ☆ 2nd - it’s a deal [pt. 3] // @justreadingfics​  [bucky barnes] ☆ 3rd - pillowtalk // @blueathens​  [football rpf] ☆ 4th - the world she deserves - @avenirdelight​  [football rpf] ☆ 5th - twenty five [pt. 1] - @cityfanchelseaslut​  [football rpf] ☆ 6th - twenty five [pt. 2] - @cityfanchelseaslut​  [football rpf] ☆ 7th - twenty five [pt. 3] - @cityfanchelseaslut​  [football rpf] ☆ 8th - birthday boy - @kepamount​  [football rpf] ☆ 9th - main character - @avenirdelight​  [football rpf] ☆ 10th - why don’t we change that? - @bluemoonstonesy​  [football rpf] ☆ 11th - stop being friends - @avenirdelight​  [football rpf] ☆ 12th - rejection - @spidermount​  [football rpf] ☆ 13th - captains [pt. 1] - @avenirdelight​  [football rpf] ☆ 14th - captains [pt. 2] - @avenirdelight​  [football rpf] ☆ 15th - captains [pt. 3] - @avenirdelight​  [football rpf] ☆ 16th - never had it from the start - @starbuckie​  [ss character] ☆ 17th - beautiful - @tommyspeakycap​  [football rpf] ☆ 18th - it’s a deal [pt. 4] - @justreadingfics​  [marvel] ☆ 19th - it’s a deal [pt. 5] - @justreadingfics​  [marvel] ☆ 20th - rose garden - @tommyspeakycap​​  [football rpf] ☆ 21st - goodnight n go - @kepamount​​  [football rpf] ☆ 22nd - it’s a deal [pt. 6] - @justreadingfics​  [marvel] ☆ 23rd - it’s a deal [pt. 7] - @justreadingfics​  [marvel] ☆ 24th - it’s a deal [pt. 8] - @justreadingfics​  [marvel] ☆ 25th - torn between - @bluemoonstonesy​​  [football rpf] ☆ 26th - protocols - @avenirdelight​​  [football rpf] ☆ 27th - a familiar face - @rubendiasatl​​  [football rpf] ☆ 28th - pretty boy - @spidermount​  [football rpf] ☆ 29th - smile - @ohstardust​​  [supernatural] ☆ 30th - shameless [pt. 1] - @stonesyy​​  [football rpf] ☆ 31st - shameless [pt. 2] - @stonesyy​​  [football rpf]

[ohstardust]

I really haven’t forgotten about this, I just stopped writing for a good year or so. I’ve been thinking about continuing to write this so I can actually start posting it, but would anyone still be interested?

GLASSHOUSE // SERIES MASTERLIST | [D.W AU]

pairing: actor!dean winchester x actor!reader

summary: six years of let’s meet some time for lunch and i’ll see you during awards season are enough to drift apart and forget a time that almost was, but things aren’t so easy when two old friends are cast as the leads in a romantic comedy and old feelings rear their ugly heads. dean winchester and his leading lady have a movie to film, a press tour to share and a premiere that may make or break them, but how will their own romantic relationships fair up, and what’s going to happen to their friendship? warnings: angst, romance, fluff, friends to lovers (more to be added) story playlist / ao3

part i  - stay awake, wait for me part ii - thinking about you part iii - midnight part iv - alone part v - first time part vi - selfish love / love to love part vii - hearts part viii - slow me down part ix - finish what we started part x - the last of the true believers part xi - til the end

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COMING SOON

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tom glynn-carney masterlist

Everything with an asterisk (*) are shorter ‘imagines’ or blurbs.

☆ STANDALONES ☆

↳ Riptide ↳ Figure My Heart Out ↳ Can I Be Close To You? ↳ How Close Is Close Enough? ↳ Are We Gonna Finish What We Started? ↳ Feign Ignorance

Seeing as my TGC fics have been gaining some major traction recently, here’s my little masterlist for him!

Updated: 2nd January 2023

[ohstardust]

I’m not saying I’m gonna write again. I’m just thinking about it.

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au where i actually write

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i spent 15 mins making this rather than writing

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Thank you for the recommendation sweetheart! I can’t wait to get stuck into this list 🥰😍

Apologies on another shorter list this month! 😬 With Covid restrictions being lifted, my business is kicking into full swing again and I am BUSY!

Still read some great fics you should all check out!

Please remember to read all warnings and to show these amazing writers the love they deserve by reblogging!

💖 Happy reading everyone! 💖

[Series Masterlist*]

𖠇 Bucky Barnes x Reader 𖠇

Vengeful Spirits (By Any Other Name) @wkemeup

Under Pastel Skies* @redgillan

Losing You* @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Worst Idea Ever* @firefly-in-darkness

The Offer @wkemeup

Glory @ohstardust

Desire. @creswaven

Three Questions @nano--raptor

Quiet @dirtychocolatechai

Southpaw* @gogolucky13

Untitled and shamelessly self-indulgent comfort fic featuring Bucky Barnes @tlcwrites

𖠇 Sam Wilson x Reader 𖠇

Honest. @xbuchananbarnes

Out of Love @firefly-in-darkness

Wings and Moonlight @samwilsons-pillowpecs

The Back and Forth @bonkywobble

Afraid @natasharomanovf

[Ongoing Sam Wilson Rec List Here]

𖠇 Sam Wilson x OC 𖠇

A Reason to Come Home @princessmisery666

𖠇 Wanda Maximoff x Reader 𖠇

Made With Love* @ayybtch

𖠇 Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff 𖠇

Lotus @meracles

𖠇 Carol Danvers x Reader 𖠇

Morning Surprise @kram6496

𖠇 Stucky 𖠇

I Need You @happygowriting

𖠇 SamBucky 𖠇

Something New @mxsamwilson

[ohstardust]

Reblog to send every single person who has read one of your stories a forehead kiss

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Oh I hear you! Don’t you just need a Bucky around (especially in retail 😂)? Thanks for reading and and sharing, lovely!

glory [b.b]

Pairing: Coffee Shop Customer!Bucky Barnes x Female!Barista!Reader (only gender specific)

Summary: He was a cute customer that she couldn’t get out of her mind.

Words: 900+

A/N: Another little drabble that wouldn’t leave my head until I’d written it. It’s not my best but I’ve missed writing about Bucky! Based on this prompt line,  “It’s been the longest year of my life.” Also, I’m too tired to beta this right so now apologies for any mistakes.

Warnings: Fluff, Coffee Shop!AU

Every Wednesday and Friday morning he sat at that same table, every week without fail. He usually turned up at ten AM on the dot, laptop and notebook in tow ready for a working session which led to him seldom leaving that spot before four in the afternoon. That same table was a space Bucky had carved out or himself, a spot that felt odd to her when occupied by any other customer, he’d gravitated to it that first day and never sat himself anywhere else, even standing at the end of the counter chatting to her until its occupants left. She was never sure why he was so intent on that particular table - the one diagonally opposite the counter, one where she could sneak glances at him with her face half hidden by the baked goods counter, but be on full display when serving each customer - there were ones far bigger in size that would have provided a better working environment for him, but he’d shook if off the one time she pointed that out to him, so she thought better of mentioning it again. He had his reasons and she was perfectly fine with that. 

At first she’d smile politely and ask him his order, make quick work of fixing it up for him and deliver it to his table. But as the weeks rolled by, their conversations increased in length, he’d  ask her how her day was going and she’d ask him what he was working on, what project he’d been assigned to this month. She’d come to enjoy the prospect of her work shifts, grateful that she’d held onto them for so long. The thought of seeing Bucky had become the highlight of her week, not just for the interactions, but the giddy little butterfly feeling she had when she knew he was around, he brought a warmth and comfort with him and she reveled in the safety of it.

When he’d stepped through the door that morning, he gave her a warm smile that turned her insides to mush in the most pleasant and divine way, “Morning Bucky, usual?”

“You’re a lifesaver.” He seated himself at his usual table whilst she prepared his coffee and unloaded his equipment on the table, she knew he’d been made redundant a few weeks ago, yet he still came in on his regular days like clockwork and used his coffee breaks to  search and apply or more work. As much as she loved seeing him, she worried about him not working, worried about how he might be coping and living and surviving, but knowing she didn’t know him well enough to ask him those questions, she just hoped or his sake something suitable would come along soon enough. She knew these companies would be crazy to not want to hire him.

The lunch rush was as bustling and hectic as usual, orders flying around like the Mad Hatters tea party and she was on the verge of fleeing the scene and taking a gulp of fresh air to clear her head. As she was bagging up a almond croissant to-go for the customer opposite the counter, thankfully the last in the once seemingly endless queue, she caught sight of Bucky answering his phone, face pinched and jaw tightened. She didn’t like the scene one bit, uncomfortable with the anxious look on the man’s face. She handed over the paper bag to the customer with a ‘have a nice day’ and cautiously watched Bucky again as she ran a clean cloth over the work surface.

The look of elation that overtook his face completely disarmed her, he was unbearably beautiful when he smiled so wide his eyes crinkled, she’d never seen anything so captivating. 

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[ohstardust]

Oh Cass, thank you SO much for your lovely words! That’s what I love about them too, they’re always so lovely and cosy and warm. Like slipping on a big coat and drinking a cup of tea. Thank you for reblogging to, my sweet angel! xo

glory [b.b]

Pairing: Coffee Shop Customer!Bucky Barnes x Female!Barista!Reader (only gender specific)

Summary: He was a cute customer that she couldn’t get out of her mind.

Words: 900+

A/N: Another little drabble that wouldn’t leave my head until I’d written it. It’s not my best but I’ve missed writing about Bucky! Based on this prompt line,  “It’s been the longest year of my life.” Also, I’m too tired to beta this right so now apologies for any mistakes.

Warnings: Fluff, Coffee Shop!AU

Every Wednesday and Friday morning he sat at that same table, every week without fail. He usually turned up at ten AM on the dot, laptop and notebook in tow ready for a working session which led to him seldom leaving that spot before four in the afternoon. That same table was a space Bucky had carved out or himself, a spot that felt odd to her when occupied by any other customer, he’d gravitated to it that first day and never sat himself anywhere else, even standing at the end of the counter chatting to her until its occupants left. She was never sure why he was so intent on that particular table - the one diagonally opposite the counter, one where she could sneak glances at him with her face half hidden by the baked goods counter, but be on full display when serving each customer - there were ones far bigger in size that would have provided a better working environment for him, but he’d shook if off the one time she pointed that out to him, so she thought better of mentioning it again. He had his reasons and she was perfectly fine with that. 

At first she’d smile politely and ask him his order, make quick work of fixing it up for him and deliver it to his table. But as the weeks rolled by, their conversations increased in length, he’d  ask her how her day was going and she’d ask him what he was working on, what project he’d been assigned to this month. She’d come to enjoy the prospect of her work shifts, grateful that she’d held onto them for so long. The thought of seeing Bucky had become the highlight of her week, not just for the interactions, but the giddy little butterfly feeling she had when she knew he was around, he brought a warmth and comfort with him and she reveled in the safety of it.

When he’d stepped through the door that morning, he gave her a warm smile that turned her insides to mush in the most pleasant and divine way, “Morning Bucky, usual?”

“You’re a lifesaver.” He seated himself at his usual table whilst she prepared his coffee and unloaded his equipment on the table, she knew he’d been made redundant a few weeks ago, yet he still came in on his regular days like clockwork and used his coffee breaks to  search and apply or more work. As much as she loved seeing him, she worried about him not working, worried about how he might be coping and living and surviving, but knowing she didn’t know him well enough to ask him those questions, she just hoped or his sake something suitable would come along soon enough. She knew these companies would be crazy to not want to hire him.

The lunch rush was as bustling and hectic as usual, orders flying around like the Mad Hatters tea party and she was on the verge of fleeing the scene and taking a gulp of fresh air to clear her head. As she was bagging up a almond croissant to-go for the customer opposite the counter, thankfully the last in the once seemingly endless queue, she caught sight of Bucky answering his phone, face pinched and jaw tightened. She didn’t like the scene one bit, uncomfortable with the anxious look on the man’s face. She handed over the paper bag to the customer with a ‘have a nice day’ and cautiously watched Bucky again as she ran a clean cloth over the work surface.

The look of elation that overtook his face completely disarmed her, he was unbearably beautiful when he smiled so wide his eyes crinkled, she’d never seen anything so captivating. 

Keep reading

[ohstardust]

very small tip for new writers: write about yourself in good faith. 

Cut out the phrases “I know this sucks but …”, cut out the phrases “I don’t know how to write summaries but …”, you never have to finish with “I’m sorry” or “don’t hate me.”

you don’t have to doubt yourself on page. you don’t have to write about your work as if the reader has already decided it is bad. tell the reader what the story is about. tell the reader any details or fun facts.

but don’t assume you need to feel ashamed. don’t assume you have anything to be sorry for after putting yourself out into the world, after trying to make something beautiful, after starting and trying and beginning.

I know it is easier, safer, to judge yourself before anyone else can, to tear yourself down before anyone else can, to be your own worst critic. rejection is easiest to handle when you don’t let them do it first.

but here’s the thing: it doesn’t achieve anything. it doesn’t make your writing better, it doesn’t make people want to read your work, and doesn’t make you want to keep going. it just hurts.

so have some charity. have some respect for your art and effort. readers will often surprise you: more people than you might imagine want to see you succeed, more readers than you think will have good faith in you. but first, you have to start by having good faith in yourself.

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Things that are a fanfic writer’s responsibility:

The category for relationships (Gen, F/F, M/F, M/M, a combination, something else)

The right category for ratings (is it for General Audiences, Teenagers, Mature, Explicit, R-Rated, Nc-17?)

The relevant warnings (violence, rape, underage sex, anything else you deem relevant)

The relevant tags on it (what relationships are covered in the fic? What characters? Is it light and fluffy fic? Funny? Sad? Dark? Does it have sex, and if so, what kind? Is there violence? Tags are used by readers to find fic and to avoid fic)

A summary that informs the reader of what kind of fic they’re gonna read.

Author’s notes for everything else. You can use the summary or author notes to explain certain tags, or add caveats, or thank your beta’s.

Things that are not a fanfic writer’s responsibility:

Kids stumbling across your fic and reading your fic and assuming that whatever is written about in the fic is 100% cool and normal.

The mental health of people who don’t like the subject matter of your fic.

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☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. It’s time to spread positivity! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡ have a nice day 💘

Thank you so much my sweet angel, ily!

[ohstardust]

Thank you for featuring me on this, honey! I can’t wait to catch up on a bunch of these fics too ☺️🥰

Currently Bookmarked

I save things in my drafts as bookmarks until I get around to reading them - but just because I haven’t had a chance to read them yet doens’t mean I should keep them all to myself! So if you’re curious what’s caught my eye lately or are looking for something new to binge this month - I got you. 

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Thank you so much @spnfanficpond and the lovely @negans-lucille-tblr for recommending my fic, Sleep! I can’t wait to read a bunch more on here ☺️

March 2021 Angel Fish Awards

(Angel Fish design by @slytherkins!!)

WELCOME TO THIS MONTH’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

Every month all of you fantastic writers work your asses off to post some truly incredible stories. Our Angel Fish Awards are the way for all of us, as a community of writers and readers, to lift each other up and give praise to those who have captured our attention and deserve a few kind words.

The monthly Angel Fish Awards are peer-nominated, meaning ANYONE IN THE POND CAN NOMINATE ANY POND MEMBER’S FIC. Everyone in this community deserves to be showered with love and feedback, and we hope that this fun, thoughtful award will do just that.

Be sure to read through this whole post as people who were nominated more than once only had one tag activated for tumblr tagging purposes!

WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE ARE THIS MONTH’S ANGEL FISH AWARDS!

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Aw thanks so much love! 🥰

glory [b.b]

Pairing: Coffee Shop Customer!Bucky Barnes x Female!Barista!Reader (only gender specific)

Summary: He was a cute customer that she couldn’t get out of her mind.

Words: 900+

A/N: Another little drabble that wouldn’t leave my head until I’d written it. It’s not my best but I’ve missed writing about Bucky! Based on this prompt line,  “It’s been the longest year of my life.” Also, I’m too tired to beta this right so now apologies for any mistakes.

Warnings: Fluff, Coffee Shop!AU

Every Wednesday and Friday morning he sat at that same table, every week without fail. He usually turned up at ten AM on the dot, laptop and notebook in tow ready for a working session which led to him seldom leaving that spot before four in the afternoon. That same table was a space Bucky had carved out or himself, a spot that felt odd to her when occupied by any other customer, he’d gravitated to it that first day and never sat himself anywhere else, even standing at the end of the counter chatting to her until its occupants left. She was never sure why he was so intent on that particular table - the one diagonally opposite the counter, one where she could sneak glances at him with her face half hidden by the baked goods counter, but be on full display when serving each customer - there were ones far bigger in size that would have provided a better working environment for him, but he’d shook if off the one time she pointed that out to him, so she thought better of mentioning it again. He had his reasons and she was perfectly fine with that. 

At first she’d smile politely and ask him his order, make quick work of fixing it up for him and deliver it to his table. But as the weeks rolled by, their conversations increased in length, he’d  ask her how her day was going and she’d ask him what he was working on, what project he’d been assigned to this month. She’d come to enjoy the prospect of her work shifts, grateful that she’d held onto them for so long. The thought of seeing Bucky had become the highlight of her week, not just for the interactions, but the giddy little butterfly feeling she had when she knew he was around, he brought a warmth and comfort with him and she reveled in the safety of it.

When he’d stepped through the door that morning, he gave her a warm smile that turned her insides to mush in the most pleasant and divine way, “Morning Bucky, usual?”

“You’re a lifesaver.” He seated himself at his usual table whilst she prepared his coffee and unloaded his equipment on the table, she knew he’d been made redundant a few weeks ago, yet he still came in on his regular days like clockwork and used his coffee breaks to  search and apply or more work. As much as she loved seeing him, she worried about him not working, worried about how he might be coping and living and surviving, but knowing she didn’t know him well enough to ask him those questions, she just hoped or his sake something suitable would come along soon enough. She knew these companies would be crazy to not want to hire him.

The lunch rush was as bustling and hectic as usual, orders flying around like the Mad Hatters tea party and she was on the verge of fleeing the scene and taking a gulp of fresh air to clear her head. As she was bagging up a almond croissant to-go for the customer opposite the counter, thankfully the last in the once seemingly endless queue, she caught sight of Bucky answering his phone, face pinched and jaw tightened. She didn’t like the scene one bit, uncomfortable with the anxious look on the man’s face. She handed over the paper bag to the customer with a ‘have a nice day’ and cautiously watched Bucky again as she ran a clean cloth over the work surface.

The look of elation that overtook his face completely disarmed her, he was unbearably beautiful when he smiled so wide his eyes crinkled, she’d never seen anything so captivating. 

Keep reading