Jules ● 23 ● she/her
I'm here to write x reader and/or gay ass fanfic to try and find the joy in
writing again. Pls send requests!!
Full disclosure: I will be posting freaky ass shit here. Do not send me hate as I am plugging my ears and going 'lalala' at all times.
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Heyyy ya'll. My name is Jules and I'm here because I keep trying to write Serious Shit and it keeps stressing me out! Hopefully I'll be able to reconnect to my love of writing by dipping my toe back into the cool waters of self insert fanfic and hot men.
Pls send requests! I do x reader and slash fic. :) Also looking for moots!
Characters I'll write (nonexhaustive): Loki, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, the Jackass guys.
Ships I'll write (also nonexhaustive): Lokius, starker, spideypool, spiderstrange, spidershield, winterspider, tasertricks, shieldshock, wintershock.
FYI: I am in my Loki era rn so Loki requests will be eaten up real quick :D
I know you’re in your Loki era but could you write a small, fluffy spideypool fic 🥺
Heyyy, sorry this took forever, but life got in the way. It's super short and unrefined, but I hope you like it!
“Have I told you lately that I love you?”
“Have I told you lately that you drive me insane?”
Wade smiled at him, fluttering his eyelashes in that over the top way of his. Peter just huffed moodily.
It was 6 degrees in New York City on that early January morning, and Wade had announced it the perfect moment to build ‘snuper heroes’ (snow superheroes) with his boyfriend. On the roof. At 3 AM. Might Peter remind you, dear reader, that it was 6 degrees out and his skin felt like it might freeze in place.
It was a testament to his love for Wade that Peter continued rolling up a snow torso instead of turning around and marching his perpetually-tired ass back into bed.
“I still don’t understand why this couldn’t wait til tomorrow,” he complained, plopping the snowball on top of the larger one Wade had carefully manufactured. “I was sleeping.”
Wade just beams at him. He, for one, seemed absolutely comfortable in the freezing weather, though he’d told Peter a million times that he’d take any opportunity to dawn his ‘Hello Kitty Spider-Man collab beanie’, which Peter found to be poorly constructed but adorable. He would own up to exactly one of these beliefs.
“I had an idea, Petey! C’mon, you’ll see,” and so they rolled and rolled, occasionally taking a moment to fling the occasional snowball or insult across the roof, until Wade’s image was complete.
“They’re perfect,” Wade said in a tiny voice. As he took in the sight before him, Peter couldn’t find it within himself to disagree.
By now, their hands were tingling from the cold, their noses dripping down their chins, but the two little snuperheroes stood tall, slightly wonky, and proud. The leftmost wore Spidey’s trademark squinting eyes that Wade had cut from cardboard. He said they were his favorite cause they meant Peter was about to insult someone (“hopefully moi!”).
A glistening stream of webbing connected its stick hand to the mouth of the figure next to him. Wade had chosen to stuff an old Deadpool mask full of snow for the occasion, which Peter made him promise to retrieve later.
Peter watched as snowflakes, creating and destroying patterns in the air while the wind swept them along its current, stuck to the glittering strand of web. Watched as the pink sunlight just began to lick at the sleeping city. Watched Wade take several dozen photos, babbling about which social media platforms on which to post them.
“Yeah, we make a pretty good team, don’t we,” he said, smiling up at Wade.
He expected Wade to do something rash in response to those words, like grab him and jump up and down, or squeeze him until his eyes pop out like that Spidey stress toy he got from CVS. But his touch was as gentle as his eyes when he dropped an arm around Pete’s shoulders and pulled him in close.
“The best,” he said, kissing Peter on the cheek. “The very best.”
Anyone and everyone CAN write. The world’s most skilled writer didn’t start off skilled. The key is that they practice hard by writing a lot.
As long as you write, you are practicing your craft and you are getting better at writing. But you will never get anywhere if you let AI write for you.
