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5+1 Things is another classic fandom trope. It's a structured fanfiction format.
It usually goes like this: 5 times X happens and one time it doesn't or 5 times X doesn't happen but one time it does.
So in the fic you will have five different segments in which a similar situation occurs. And then you will have a twist in the last, the +1 segment. It's basically an emotional payoff or a reveal. Something has changed from all the other times before.
This can also involve different people in each segment that the main character is interacting with, but the +1 is finally the right person.
It also doesn't have to be strictly 5+1. You can also use only 3 or 4 or maybe 6 other times, as long as there is change in the end for the last one.
Here are some examples, plus my masterlist of 5 + 1 prompts:
5 times they fell asleep on the phone and one time they fell asleep in each other's arms.
5 times Person A has to save Person B and one time Person B returns the favor.
5 times Person A calls Person B by a pet name and one time Person B finds one for Person A.
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.
I wish all my writers a happy new year. May all your stories finally be written, sentences be completed, emotions be evoked with beautifully crafted words, readers be moved to tears, the urge to create be satisfied.
Summary: You’ve been a tease, now it’s Loki’s turn.
Word count: 1014
Warnings: Smut 18+, Minors DNI, unprotected sex, male x female sex, slight voyeurism, female and male masturbation, dom!Loki, pet names (princess, baby), public-ish teasing, teasing in general, slight praise kink (if you squint)
A/N: So… I may have written this to avoid finishing a WIP that I have on the go rn but oh well 😅 Thank you to @lokisprettygirl for choosing prompt No 125 for this fic, I hope you enjoy it ;)
I haven't abandoned this story. I just put it on the back burner for now. The story is just on a small vacation. It is currently out of office. It can't come to the phone right now. It just fell under my bed to sleep with the monsters. It never left my head. It is everywhere - except on paper.
I'm a fandom oldie and a strong proponent of "ship and let ship", and I defend everyone else's right to ship what they love... But I think that gives people the idea that I like, automatically love every single ship??? Or every single trope?
I don't though!
There are a lot of fandom tropes that are on my "absolutely fuck no" list. There are a lot of irk kinks that are also on my "nope absolutely not" list, too. Personally, this is healthy. I'm able to look at something and go "Yep, I hate it, but it's not harming anyone, so continue to do as you please."
I think this is where the rubber meets the road for actually having principles. It’s easy to defend the things we like, just like it’s easy to fight for our own rights and those of people just like us. When you have to use logic to extend your sense of justice to people you can’t relate to, that actually takes effort.
the first law of tragedies: the end is already written and inevitable. the second law of tragedies: your actions are all your own and you can choose to get off this ride whenever you want. the third law of tragedies: we both know that you are never going to do that.
Hello! What does G, K+, E, M or T mean? I mean those letter things put before the word count.
Hey Nonny!
Those are the ratings of the fics!
G/K (General Audience) is sfw fics and just General audience (K and K+ are an indication that the fic is on FFnet, which is their rating system for General Audiences and Teen Fics).
T/K+ (Teen) is sfw fics, but might contain slightly more angst and light romance, etc. PG-13 is the equivalent visual rating.
M is Mature audiences and may contain mature themes or light smut without all the details. I think this one is similar to NC-17? We don’t have that rating here in Canada so I’m not sure, LOL.
E is explicit, and USUALLY signifies very messy smut, but can also be used for graphic violence or other adult themes. Anywhere between R and multiple-X rated.
I also personally use another rating very rarely called “NR [?]”, where “NR” is “not rated by the author” and the “?” is the rating I personally would give the fic if I’ve read it :)
phileasfoggstiddies said: FYI though NC-17 is actually beyond R in the US. R is no one under 17 admitted without an adult and NC-17 is no children under 17 period. NC-17 replaced the X rating which is no longer used here. Definitely not the equivalent of an M rated fic!
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OHHHHHHH OKAY DERP!!! NC = NO CHILDREN. I AM SO DUMB OMG. That never clicked to me. Yeah that makes sense hah. OK, so it’s the equivalent of our R-rated movies. Films here go from PG-13 to R, no in-between hah.
Summary: When a rogue spell hits his car, Dean’s wildest dream comes true.
Characters: Dean, Baby (obvs), Sam (mentioned)
Warnings: Show-level violence (hunting a witch), light swearing (uses shit), PG aside from swearing and violence, fluff
A/N: My prompt for the Through His Eyes challenge (by @impala-dreamer ) was “a spell” which I decided could be used to make the one storyline that I wish we could have got in the show… a sentient baby. So please enjoy this. This is part one as I, in true Shawnne fashion, left it to the last minute and ran out of time to write and post it in one go for the challenge. Part two will be up shortly so please bare with while we cut to commercial 🙂
Not my gif, credit to the creator.
Dean had been fixing his car for years. Every flat tire he’d changed, loose wire he’d reconnected, every scratch and scrape he’d buffed out and repainted. He knew that car inside and out… or so he thought.
Dean had taken a solo case, leaving Sam to his own devices for a few days. “Nerds will be nerds.” He’d told himself as he drove off in the impala. It was just him and Baby on the road again, classic rock blaring from her stereo as her wheels glide along the highway. This was Dean’s happy place, behind the wheel of the sleek black ‘67 Chevy.
He was hunting a witch; there had been reports of women losing their teeth and hair, men coughing up razor blades. “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned…” Dean had mumbled as he’d pulled off the road and parked at the top of a forest path. The witch was believed to be hauled up in a small cabin in the forest. He began to make his way down the path, gun drawn and eyes scanning the tree line when a ball of light came hurtling towards him. Dean had ducked just in time. Behind him the familiar sound of metal being dented could be heard. He spun around to see a defined dip in the hood of his Baby.
“Oh hell no!” Dean yelled, he turned on his heels and darted through the trees, following the rustling of leaves as the witch made a break for it. As he ran Dean caught a glimpse of the woman and began to fire off shots, hoping to hit her. As he fired his last bullet, Dean’s vision was obstructed by a bright white flash. He came to a stop as he slowly regained his sight, the rustling had stopped, the witch was gone.
Reluctantly, Dean made his way back to his car to assess the damage. He popped the hood and let out a sigh of relief, it was just the dent, that was an easy fix.
“Back to the drawing board.” Dean huffed as he pulled out of the forest. Metallica played on the stereo as he made his way back to the motel, an escaped witch meant more homework for him and he wasn’t thrilled. As Dean pulled into the motel parking lot a groan came from the back seat. In a matter of seconds his gun was drawn and trained on the figure slowly sitting up.
“Who are you?” Dean’s voice was low, not wanting to startle the person further, “how did you get in my car? Huh?”
The figure leaned forwards slightly, her soft features becoming clear as she moved into the light. Her wide eyes were a warm brown and her sleek black hair fell down past her shoulders. “Dean?” Her voice like a soft song carried in the wind.
“How do you know my name?” Dean’s voice grew more serious, concern knitting his eyebrows into a frown, “Who the hell are you?”
“You’ve been taking care of me for years and you really don’t recognise me?”
“Taking care of- I don’t know who you are lady, just tell me damnit!” He readjusted the grip he had on his gun.
“Jeez, that’s no way to talk to your Baby, is it?” She asked, tilting her head to the side. As Dean stared blankly, her eyes wandered to the new dent. “You better fix that or I’m going to start chewing up your cassettes.” She threatened and Dean’s face paled as realisation hit him.
“Baby…? You’re my Baby? As in… my car… what the hell!” Dean muttered as the woman, Baby, smirked at him. He lowered his gun in defeat before sliding out of the driver's seat. Dean was struggling to process what was going on, he didn’t even think to lock the car, he just walked straight towards his room. He was somewhat aware of Baby following him but that was the least of his worries right now.
Dean’s mind whirled, the witch’s spell had brought his car to life? This was only something that had happened in his dreams, what was he meant to do?
As he paced from wall to wall Baby entered the room, she closed the door before taking a seat by the table.
“Dean, darling? I’m naked…” she paused, watching his head snap up towards her, “can I have a shirt or something, this blanket has seen enough for one lifetime.” It was then that he noticed that she was wrapped up in the blanket from the backseat of the impala. Dean knew she was right, that blanket had seen a lot with him, nevermind what it saw when his Dad had owned the car. Dean shook that last thought from his head as he retrieved a spear flannel from his bag, Baby was nearly a foot shorter than himself so it was bound to drown her.
He turned his back as she dropped the blanket and slipped into his shirt, “Boxers?” she asked, he threw a pair in her direction. Dean was trying his hardest not to stare, the urge to look called his name in a silky voice; he couldn’t look, that may be his Baby but his Baby was a car and this was just straight up strange.
“Done!” She called and he finally allowed himself to turn to her, ‘nope, bad idea’ Dean thought as he took in her small frame in his small flannel, this was going to be difficult for him.
Dean dropped his eyes to the floor and cleared his throat, “We need to come up with a plan to gank that witch. She hurt my car and created you, not to mention she’s injured several other people but I can’t seem to keep her pinned down. What the hell am I missing?”
“You got too emotional when she attacked, Dean.” Baby offered.
“No I didn’t, I-”
“Dean, her spell dented my hood and you lost your shit. You know you got emotional so don’t you dare try to lie to me. You’re my hunter, I know you, you can’t lie to me.” She smiled softly at him. Dean faltered for a second, ‘her hunter? She’s my car though’ he thought, not entirely sure how to respond. He knew she was right, that witch had hit his Baby and he had run off in a strop.
They needed a plan of action and, judging by the smirk Dean could see forming on her face, Baby was cooking up the perfect plan. "Oh, I've got an idea or two." Her smirk turned deadly, Dean was in for a fun ride...
A/N 2: Yes, I got this idea from that one Doctor Who episode and no I'm not sorry about it, Dean should have been able to meet his Baby in person!
Stay tuned for part 2
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