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I fucking love your writing it's so beautiful and refreshing between all the bullshit ai stories š I was trying to think if maybe the fandom has died out but I do follow some other og writers that still get a lot of interaction so I'm thinking the reason also could be that you don't really post that actively anymore and are not interacting with the fandom like before (which is fine ofc you have your own life!!!) but yeah I still loveeee all your stories and I am still your biggest fan and I don't mean it in a bad way at all, just giving my opinion as a bystander I guess
thank you, thatās very kind of you to say! and youāre probably right, but unfortunately with my business, my two year old and the home weāre renovating, I really donāt have the same free time that I used to. so yeah, that probably has an impact on interaction to some degree but unfortunately when I do post, the like to reblog ratio is still unbelievably dismal. even if iām only pulling 200 odd notes on a fic, having 20 reblogs just isnāt worth it on a site that relies on people sharing content
accepting the fact that tumblr isnāt really a platform that works for me as a writer anymore. the interaction is at an all time low and itās too disheartening. unsure if itās the fandom or maybe itās just me, my writing feels rusty and iām v aware of that but watching AI generated stories pull in thousands of notes is just not helpful
[4.4K] loosely based on the movie float, lifeguard!steve, a summer full of swim lessons. mentions of drowning, eventual smut 18+
SWIM LESSON SCHEDULE
LESSON #4
Steve made Eddie leave.
Not immediately, not in any sort of cruel way; but eventually, after twenty minutes of the longer haired boy splashing around the deep end, Steve had levelled him with a look that could only be described as long suffering.
āYou know,ā Steve had sighed, arms crossed over his bare chest as Eddie floated on his back, his hair like seaweed on the pool surface, āsome of us are trying to work here.ā
Eddie grinned, entirely unashamed. Sunlight bounced off the water in fractured lines, turning the tattoos on his chest into moving pictures. āAnd some of us,ā he countered, āare supporting our best friend through her aquatic trauma.ā
āYouāre cannonballing beside her every five minutes,ā Steve squinted at him.
Eddie made a huffing sound, all faux offence and mockery. āItās called exposure therapy, Harrington. Look it up.ā
Steve looked to you for backup, brows raised expectantly, but you were far too used to this behaviour by now. Besides, the two boys were chest deep in the dark blue water now, Steve subconsciously floating further from you as he tried to wrangle Eddie towards the pool steps. And you found that the distance didnāt panic you as much as you once thought it would. You were still standing waist deep, happy to see your toes wiggle on the blue pool tiles.
Eventually Eddie checked the time on the cheap silver watch hanging from his wrist and cursed loudly, remembering heād promised Gareth heād help move some amps before band practice. He hauled himself from the pool in a shower of water, curls dripping onto the tiles as he shoved his feet back into his boots without drying them first.
āYou two have fun,ā he announced too loudly, pointing between you both. āNo drowning. No weird sexual tension. Behave yourselves.ā
āGet out,ā you and Steve snapped, looking anywhere but at each other.
Eddie barked out a laugh at that, eyes too bright with vindication before he saluted lazily and disappeared through the gate, humming a song you didnāt recognise under his breath.
Quiet settled in his wake. The low hum of the pool filter continued steadily from somewhere behind you, bugs buzzed lazily in the trees beyond the fence line. Water lapped softly against your ribs where you stood in the shallows, fingers now curled over the edge of the pool in lieu of Steveās arm. Somewhere in the distance, a lawnmower started up.
Steve exhaled through his nose and made his way over to you, careful not to splash too much. āFuckinā finally,ā he muttered.
You snorted, a decidedly unattractive sound and you looked down at the water to hide your grin. Steve moved a little closer, shoulder brushing yours underwater. It shouldnāt have felt like such a big thing. It was barely even a touch. But fuck, your breath still snagged somewhere in your chest all the same. It felt like the water should have rippled from your body, bones rattling, heartbeat loud enough to make waves in the water.
āYou okay?ā he asked softly. It wasnāt exactly pity, nothing too gentle, just quiet enough to make you far too aware that Steve cared. Like he was constantly checking the weather inside your head, making sure the skies were still clear enough to continue.
You nodded quickly. āYeah.ā
Steveās gaze caught your own, the steadily rising sun finally catching his features. Brown eyes turning gold, hair turning honey, skin turning bronze. āYou sure?ā
āMhm.ā You could only mumble, head nodding.
His eyes narrowed slightly like he didnāt fully believe you but he let it go after a moment, pushing himself away from the pool wall and motioning toward the middle of the shallows. āCāmon then,ā he said. āNext lesson.ā
You groaned immediately. āThat sounds ominous.ā
Steve grinned. āNah. Youāre ready.ā
You wrinkled your nose, the distaste on your features more than apart t and the motion of it let you know your face was catching the sun, skin stinging. āPeople tend to say that before terrible experiences.ā
The boy swam backwards, arms outreached, the water practically parting for him with every measured move. He grinned at you, watching you watch him. āYou survived floating,ā he offered helpfully.
āBarely.ā
Steve barked out a laugh at that, loud and surprised, and godāit was addictive, making him laugh like that. His whole face changed when he did it. Softer and brighter, like summer had made him just for you.
āCāmon, when have I ever let you astray?ā Steve held out his hands to you, water dripping from his forearms, beckoning you with his fingers in hopes you would follow him and after only the briefest hesitation, you did.
That alone felt monumental.
You sucked in a breath, resisted the urge to hold it, but you stepped forward all the same. Slow motion movements, like dragging yourself through a dream that was maybe once a nightmare, you followed Steve to the darker side of the pool. You gasped when the water hit your chest, a new cold lapping at your breasts until they were submerged too.
Your toes burned from staying up on them but still, you stayed, you didnāt panic. Steve noticed it too as he stood a foot away from you, his eyes warm, his chin dipped into the water. You could tell by the way his expression flickered into something almost proud.
āSee?ā he said quietly. āAlready gettinā better.ā
The praise warmed you embarrassingly fast; faster than the sun, than the summer heat that was sticking to the skin that you hadnāt submerged.
āAlright,ā he started, running a hand through his wet hair, ātoday weāre gonna work on going underwater.ā
Your stomach dropped instantly, the quiet, gnawing ache turning into an open pit. Your heart fell into it, crashing between your ribs on the way down. āOh absolutely not.ā
Steve sighed like heād expected that exact response. āCāmon.ā
āNo.ā You didnāt have it in you to sound polite, to even attempt to make the word sound softer, more apologetic. The steps leading out of the pool looked like an ocean away. āSteveā.ā
āYou trust me, remember?ā The boyās words were much gentler than your own and he took a few steps towards you, hands up and laying across the surface like heād catch you if you fell.
You felt the world tilt a little. āThat was before I knew you were going to try to drown me.ā
He rolled his eyes and scoffed but you knew him well enough now to see the fondness there, the lift of his mouth that almost made a smile. āYou are not gonna drown from putting your face underwater for two seconds,ā he told you softly.
You wanted to be home. You wanted to be on solid ground in dry clothes. You wanted to kick Eddieās bedroom door open and demand to know why he set this stupid thing up in the first place. Instead, you swallowed the lump in your that and gave a weak laugh. āYou donāt know that.ā
Steve smiled then, an awfully pretty thing that made it much harder to deny him of anything. He shrugged, slipped deeper into the water. āI literally do. Itās my job,ā he grinned at you.
āLook, why donāt we justā.ā Steve made his way over to you, chest rising from the water and he took your hands in his own. His gaze met yours, his expression turning serious. āHey, look at me, yeah? Iām not gonna let you go, okay? I swear to god, Iāll be here the entire time. Nothinā bad will happen.ā
Water dripped from his nose onto his lips as he watched and waited, his words tumbling over you as you tried to separate them from the irrational fear that was making your chest too tight. You thought back to lakes and dark skies and darker water. Deep and endless with fallen branches and weeds growing from the sand you couldnāt see.
Your pulse stumbled, your breath hitched. It was easy to remember the hands that pulled you out when the same ones were holding you now. You stared at the way Steveās fingers wrapped around your own, his big palms engulfing yours. He was warm despite the cool water, an anchor in the middle of Hawkins community pool.
āOkay,ā you whispered, the word getting stuck and twisted in your throat. But still, an agreement.
Steveās brows shot up in surprise but he hid it well, replacing his shock with a smile that rivalled the sun above. āYeah?ā He murmured, double checking as his gaze travelled over your face, searching for anything that would suggest you were going to change your mind. He found none. āAttaā girl.ā
But still, your face mustāve shown your fear, because Steve tried another approach.
āHow ābout you just listen first?ā His voice was practically honey, melted butter on a open windowsill, softer than youād ever heard. His thumbs stroked over the backs of your hands and you forgot about the water kissing at your collarbones. āYou donāt even have to fully go under today, okay? Weāll just practice until your comfortable.ā
You could only nod but the moment was firm and resolute so Steve took it as a good sign. But even though you knew Steve was there to help, the deep end glimmered darkly behind him, a seemingly endless blue that stretched beneath the surface and your chest tightened instinctively at the sight of it. Steve followed your gaze immediately.
āHey.ā Gentle again, achingly so. āEyes on me.ā
You looked back, blinking quickly until you felt the prick of tears that had threatened to show themselves subside.
āThere you go.ā His tone dropped quieter still. āThatās all you gotta think about, alright? Not the deep end. Not the lake. Just me.ā
Your heart turned traitorous and you wondered if heād hear it the way you did when you fell into the lake, if the drumbeat youād heard in your own ears would be loud enough for Steve to hear too. Steve seemed entirely unaware of the effect he had on people sometimes. Or maybe just on you.
He moved closer again until your knees almost bumped beneath the water and the sun was suddenly too hot. You watched the muscles in his shoulders, watched the movement of them ripple and twist as he held you closer to him that you wouldāve deemed necessary. But you didnāt mention it, you didnāt move away.
āFirst thing,ā he murmured, āyou gotta learn how to breathe properly.ā
You scoffed, a little offended. āI know how to breathe, Harrington.ā
He grinned at you, lopsided and boyish. His hands squeezed your own and he mumbled, āwell, that remains to be seen.ā
You glared at him halfheartedly, a weak attempt at best considering you were still stiff with fear, clutching his hands like a lifeline.
āWhen your face goes underwater,ā he explained, ignoring your expression, āyou breathe out through your nose slowly, okay? Little bubbles. If you hold your breath too hard, you panic.ā
āLittle bubbles,ā you repeated skeptically. You stared at the surface of the water, as if daring something sinister to appear from its depths. Instead, you saw the wiggling outline of your legs and Steveās, your feet close to his, toes almost touching. āLittle bubbles. Fuckāā
āYouāll be fine, I promise,ā Steve whispered. āItās easier than you think.ā
You nodded as if you agreed with him, chest rising and falling a little faster than before and you steeled yourself, hands holding Steveās way too tightly but he didnāt complain. He only squeezed back. But still, you couldnāt bring yourself to drop any lower into the water. Frustration crackled in you, tears pricking at your eyes again but annoyance for yourself surpassed the fear and you swore, blinking harshly at the blue sky as you tried to pull yourself together.
Then Steve let go of your hands and lifted his own carefully, giving you every opportunity to pull away before he touched you. āCan I?ā he asked quietly.
Hawkins seemed too quiet then, like even the cicadas had stopped their buzzing to hear your answer. The filters and generators were merely white noise as you stared at the boy and his hands that were reaching for either side of your face.
You nodded before you could overthink it.
One hand settled lightly at the back of your neck, fingers threading gently into the damp strands at the base of your skull. The other brushed your jaw, callouses rough against your skin, a gentle scratch that sent goosebumps over your forearms, across your chest, and you hoped to god that Steve didnāt notice.
āRelax your shoulders,ā Steve said softly. āGood,ā he praised instantly when you did, your breath coming out in a small shudder as your body went a little limp. His thumb brushed over the spot near your ear and you wondered if it was deliberate, you wondered if he knew. āNow, tilt your chin down a little.ā
You obeyed automatically, a mortifying concept that you would dissect later in bed when you were alone and too warm but Steveās eyes stayed fixed on yours the entire time, warm and honey brown and impossibly steady.
āYouāre safe,ā he told you quietly. āOkay?ā
Something inside your chest ached at the sincerity in his voice and now more than ever, you believed him. You could only more once, heart hammering, your hands reaching to wrap around Steveās forearms, clutching at him as he held you, as he guided you.
āAtta girl,ā he said again, his voice so quiet it sounded hoarse, a little rough.
God. Fuck.
āNow,ā Steve continued, āI just want you to put your mouth underwater first. Blow bubbles. Thatās it.ā
āThatās it,ā you echoed weakly.
āYeah, thatās it, sweetheart,ā he smiled, voice dropping to an octave that was solely for you.
āAnd if I die?ā You tried to sound serious, but maybe Steve knew you were just trying to buy some extra time. Your hands were tight around him, your fingers barely managing to meet as they held onto his wrists and his thumbs were stroking over the spots of skin they were touching, maddening circles that made everything seem a little fuzzy.
He snorted, the sound much more attractive than when you did it. āYouāre so dramatic.ā
āAll Iām saying is, youāll have to be the one to break the news to Eddie,ā you shrugged. God, you felt like you were babbling, panic mixing with a dry humour that felt clumsy as the words tumbled from your mouth. The water was so close to your chin, your mouth, your nose. āBesides, youāll miss me when Iām gone.ā
Steve didnāt say anything about breaking the news of your demise to your best friend but he did say: āIāll miss you as soon as this lesson is over,ā he murmured lightly. āNow, cāmon. Give it a try.ā
Your heart nearly stopped functioning altogether. Because what the fuck was that supposed to mean and how were you supposed to focus on your breath now? You stared at him for a second too long before finally inhaling, careful and cautious, and then you started bending your knees.
The water crept toward your chin immediately. Every instinct screamed at you to jerk back upright, the shock of the water near any part of your face a sign of something awful to come. The bottom of the pool suddenly seemed too far down.
Steveās hand tightened slightly against your neck. Not crushing but a gentle squeeze, his thumb rubbed over the damp hair there, his eyes fixed on your own as he bent down with you, following you the entire time. āYouāre okay,ā he reminded you. āSlow breaths.ā
You tried. Really, you did.
The second the water touched your lips panic sparked hot beneath your ribs, but Steve stayed right there, close enough that your knees brushed his underwater.
āBlow out,ā he encouraged gently. āThatās it.ā
You lowered your lips beneath the surface and immediately sputtered. Chlorine filled your mouth, a too clean taste that was cold and sharp ans shocking against your tongue. You couldnāt help it, you sprung back up from the water, coughing and embarrassing amount.
Steve caught you before you could stumble backwards, hands leaving your neck and jaw to grip at your waist. āEasy,ā he soothed quickly. āEasy, sweetheart, youāre alright.ā
He was watching you with wide eyes, as if he was worried heād pushed you too far. But he held on, the ripples youād made from your dramatic exit from the water circling you both. The sun was beating down hotter now, higher in the blue sky above but mortification burned through you warmer than any Indiana summer.
āI hate this,ā you croaked.
āI know.ā His thumbs rubbed absentminded circles against your sides before he seemed to realise what he was doing and quickly let go. He stayed near, cheeks pink and flushed looking, from the sun or his proximity to you, you werenāt sure. But his voice was achingly gentle when he told you: āBut you still did it.ā
āBarely.ā
āStill counts.ā He smiled, lopsided and soft.
You groaned dramatically, letting your forehead thunk lightly against his shoulder and you felt how he froze underneath you before his finger poked at your ribs. āYou good there?ā
His voice vibrated through his chest into your skin.
You wanted to die. Honestly, it seemed like the only reasonable solution to everything that had happened that morning. You wondered if today wouldāve been easier if youād taken Steve up on his offer to walk you home last night, if it wouldāve been different now. If something wouldāve happened. āMāgonna drown myself voluntarily now,ā you mumbled into his shoulder.
Steve let out a breath of a laugh and warm hands settled carefully at your upper arms. He guided you backwards, just an inch or two, just enough so he could find your gaze with his own.
āHey.ā Sincerity threaded through every word. āYouāre doing good. Seriously.ā
āReally?ā You asked reluctantly, brows crinkled, cheeks and neck warm. You hated how you sounded, how you felt. Weak and scared and a little bit pitiful.
But Steve nodded and grinned, thumbs tracing down your arms, leaving droplets of water in his wake. āYeah, really. You wanna stop for today?ā
You considered it, for a second, maybe five. But the surface of the pool had stilled, blue and calm and still very clear. You saw your toes, saw Steveās. It wasnāt that deep, the logical conclusion was right in front of you. If you went under, you could stand and come straight back up.
You could.
You should.
Fuck.
You glanced at Steve, lips twisting as you thought about what to say, heart racing at the prospect. Fuckfuckfuck. āUh, can you hold my hands again?ā
Steve didnāt question you, but his brows rose all the same as he offered you both his hands. They engulfed your own, still amazingly warm despite the cool water and he waited for your next instruction.
He didnāt expect you to say: āIām gonna justā dunk. Do it with me.ā You swallowed tightly and then remembered yourself. āPlease?ā You added.
Steve looked too shocked to speak. He considered telling you to hold on, to wait, to maybe take some baby steps before leaping into the literal and proverbial deep end but you looked like youād made your mind up. Determination set in your pretty features, your hands gripping his like they were your only lifeline.
So he nodded, held onto you a little tighter and moved close enough for his toes to touch yours. āReady?ā He whispered.
You nodded, too sick to speak.
āThree, two, oneā¦ā
Fuck. You bent your knees.
The water climbed your cheeks, cool against skin that was still warm from the sun. For a split second, panic flared bright and familiar, something instinctive and sharp and awful but then Steve squeezed your hands and the world disappeared.
Everything became blue.
The sounds of summer vanished. No incessant cicadas, no distant lawnmowers, no rustling leaves. The pool filter became a distant hum, softened into something that barely existed at all underneath the surface.
Your entire world was now just water and light. And Steve.
You blinked underwater, surprised that you could, wondering when the fear would spike, when absolute horror would set in, when things would turn too murky to see. But sunlight fractured above you in ribbons of gold, breaking apart against the surface. It turned Steve into something dreamlike, his features softened by the movement of the water between you. Not that there was much.
His hair floated slightly around his forehead, a wild thing and his eyes were on yours, his lips stretched prettily into a wide smile. Tiny bubbles escaped from your nose, little, tiny bubbles, exactly like he'd told you.
The realization hit slowly, rolling over you like a summer morning; warm and lazy, like you were just waking up from a too long sleep. You were doing it.
You were underwater and you weren't drowning. Your lungs weren't burning, an unblinking darkness wasn't reaching for you. There was no lake, no too strong current and fuck, weeds werenāt wrapping around your ankle, pulling you downdowndown.
Only blue tiles beneath your feet and Steve in front of you.
His eyes widened slightly as he saw understanding settle across your face, a pretty flicker of understanding in your own gaze and pride bloomed in him, an uncontrollable thing that broke free from his ribs. He couldnāt say it, not underwater, but you could tell. It made you smile too, big enough that water kissed your teeth and you jerked slightly at the coolness of it, but Steve just held you tighter.
The water shifted between you as he drifted towards you a little more. Hands tugging at your own, knees bumping, chests impossibly closer. If you hadnāt already been holding your breath, you were sure you wouldāve.
His fingers remained wrapped around yours, shifting from cupping your hand to linking between your own, a wholly intimate thing, far more so than the two of you half naked beside each other. The strangest thing happened then, a whole thirty seconds after youād been brave enough to disappear under the surface. The fear that had occupied so much space inside your chest, that awful, burning knot that had lived in your chest for so long simply just⦠loosened. Like unclenching a fist you hadn't realized you'd been holding for too long.
It hadnāt disappeared, not yet. Not that quickly. But it unravelled slowly, unwound itself from the spaces between your ribs and your heart and your lungs and it gave you space to breathe. It let you feel the water on your skin, it let you blink against the chlorine and watch the way the sun danced above you.
The expression felt ridiculous underwater, but you grinned wider still, lips parting as if you could laugh, and Steve saw it. His own grin appeared instantly, bubbles leaving his lips, his nose. They popped and fizzed between you both, reaching for the surface that was only a short swim away.
God. He was beautiful. Even distorted through the rippling water, especially in the shifting light of the sun, shapes of yellow and light blue scattered themselves over his chest, his cheeks. They caught his eyes, turned them from brown to honey, his cheeks warm and sun-kissed, even under the water.
A stream of silver bubbles rose from your mouth too, racing toward the surface, floating upward between you. You waited for the water to rush into your throat, to floss your lungs but nothing happened apart from a slight burn, a reminder that you would need to breathe soon. But staying down here worn Steve, alone and in the quiet together, seemed worth the sting.
The moment into something weightless and for a beat, neither of you moved. You simply floated there, hands linked and suspended in blue. The surface shimmered above your heads like liquid glass and sunlight painted Steve in different shades of gold.
His eyelashes looked darker underwater. His freckles softer. Closer. Jesus Christ, everything felt closer and the world outside the pool seemed impossibly far away.
The party, the achingly awkward goodbye. The walk home Steve never got to give and the disappointment you'd seen him try to hide.
All of it drifted somewhere beyond the water you were floating in. And whatever you were feeling, thinking, Steve seemed to feel it too. His grin faded, not completely. It just softened into something else, the corner of his mouth relaxing as his gaze lingered on yours. Underwater, here with the boy, you found you couldnāt look away.
The sunlight moved across his face and your own, a shifting mosaic of gold and blue. Your pulse stumbled and water made everything feel too slow. Dreamlike and hazy and so not real.
Steve's eyes dropped briefly to your mouth. The motion was tiny, a barely there thing but god, you still saw it. Heat flooded through you despite the cool water surrounding your body and for one absurd second, you wondered if he could hear your heartbeat. You wondered if the water carried it, if it echoed between you.
Reality caught up with you then, a full fifty one seconds after you first sunk underneath the blue surface. You felt the burn in your lungs get too hot to ignore, reaching your throat and the panic that had lived inside of you for so long came back, a rattling thing that had you planting your feet on the pool tiles and pushing up. You burst from the surface, droplets flying as you sucked in a breath and Steve was there too, hands still holding yours, fingers intertwined.
Steve looked just as startled by the moment as you felt, his chest heaving although you were so sure he could hold his breath much longer and more comfortably than you could. He shook his head, not daring to let go of you to sweep his hair back and dark brown curls were plastered to his forehead instead.
It made him look younger, boyish. With freckles and water droplets stuck to his cheeks and you were breathing too hard as you stared at him, wide eyed and in wonder. You just werenāt sure what had you feeling more astonished: the fact that you had willingly gone underwater or that Steve Harrington looked like he wanted to kiss you.
And then the world crashed back all at once. Sunlight. Heat. Birdsong. The stupid hum of the filter. Your gasp. Steve's laugh.
Water streamed down your face as you broke through the surface beside him and you sucked in a breath so large it hurt. Steve was laughing openly now, head tipped back and the sound was a joyous, ecstatic thing that made you smile so hard your cheeks ached.
āI did it,ā you breathed. The words sounded almost astonished.
Steve looked at you and his laughter softened, pride taking place over excitement and all of it was bright enough to rival the sun over your heads.
āYeah,ā he said quietly. You hadn't let go of his hand but he hadnāt let go of yours either. āYeah, you did.ā
The water lapped gently around your chest, the surface of it still moving from your exit from below, the trickle of water surrounded you both as it dripped from your soaked hair, the lobes of your ears, the tips of your noses. Steveās eyelashes were spiked together, too pretty to look at
Neither of you moved, to be honest, neither of you seemed particularly eager to. And somewhere beneath the celebration and relief and your racing heartbeat, a different realization settled between you.
You'd gone underwater.
Somehow the part that lingered in your mind wasn't the fear or the dark or the suffocating memory of the lake. You didnāt think about the weeds and the sludge that caught you from below, ankles trapped, your shirt wrapped around your ribs, branches clawing at your feet.
All you could remember was that it was Steve who was waiting for you when you opened your eyes.
Hiiii I donāt remember if Iāve sent you this before or not but I just wanted to say ācan you always be this closeā forever altered my brain chemistry. It is THE friends to lovers fic of all time for me and I havenāt stopped thinking about it since I read it 4 yrs ago and itās part of my personality now and all my friends know about it
Your best friend Steve is the pinnacle of all Steves Iāve ever read and I was so excited when I found your other fic where they are roommates
Anyways thank you for literally changing my life I love you and your writing so much
this is the absolute sweetest! thank you so much š„¹
Iāve always had a hard time recognizing AI. How do you spot it so well?
I canāt lie, thereās possibly some that have managed to trick me but for the most part itās in the cadence of the story if that makes sense?
AI generated fics usually include:
line by line storytelling. they skip large paragraphs, you donāt get the immersive feeling of a āramblingā sort of story. it reads more like a play script I feel?
you see this all the time in insta/tiktok captions: āitās not X, itās not Y, itās Z.ā
the robotās favourite: āand honestly? *insert something*.ā
overall I think thereās a real lack of feeling/emotion/anything human in it. which is a strangely difficult thing to describe in writing but perhaps iām just basing it off of my own writing style too. I love big, flowing paragraphs. I love rambling inner thoughts and descriptions. AI writing feels very short. snappy. precise. just like this.
and all of that is extremely fucking sucky because a lot of these stories I suspect are AI are still pulling thousands of notes and I see real writers on here struggling with engagement on their amazing fics that theyāve genuinely worked hard on.
just your friendly scottish maw back again asking for u all to please for the love of everything holy, use one (1) brain cell and some critical thinking skills when reblogging fics that are so, so obviously written by AI.
my dash is overflowing with them via reblogs. I hate it intensely.
hawkins community pool offers a range of swimming lessons, from tiny tots, to diving for beginners - and the private kind, of course. just ask for steve and don't mind eddie, he likes to lurk in the bleachers.
loosely based on the movie float, lifeguard!steve, a summer full of swimming lessons. mentions of drowning, eventual smut 18+
āAnd if I die?ā You tried to sound serious, but maybe Steve knew you were just trying to buy some extra time. Your hands were tight around him, your fingers barely managing to meet as they held onto his wrists and his thumbs were stroking over the spots of skin they were touching, maddening circles that made everything seem a little fuzzy.
He snorted, the sound much more attractive than when you did it. āYouāre so dramatic.ā
āAll Iām saying is, youāll have to be the one to break the news to Eddie,ā you shrugged. God, you felt like you were babbling, panic mixing with a dry humour that felt clumsy as the words tumbled from your mouth. The water was so close to your chin, your mouth, your nose. āBesides, youāll miss me when Iām gone.ā
Steve didnāt say anything about breaking the news of your demise to your best friend but he did say: āIāll miss you as soon as this lesson is over,ā he murmured lightly. āNow, cāmon. Give it a try.ā
Emmy, long term reader of you and a fic writer myself. But I feel like people only go to accuse writers who use em dashes too. LIKE THATāS NOT WHAT IS FLAGGING US FOR AI????????
For me, I notice dialogue that sounds so unrealisticā or heavy use of dialogue with short. Sentences. Like. This. Or itās the same repetitive thing over and over in conversations like character A and B will talk and it keeps going and going⦠but then it circles back and repeats the same thing as if it wasnāt addressed before??? LIKE??
hi lovely! YES the em dash hate has become absolutely unbearable. itās definitely not the major tell and youāre completely spot on with the heavy dialogue!!!
just line after line
like this
with no real expression
or gestures
or feelings
AI hates a long paragraph and also can we address the blogs that have popped out of nowhere in the last month and have 10 part fics on the go for several different joe characters? like wdym you have a 50k steve fic, a 20k keys fic and a 16 part gator fic all going on the same time??? and updates are all two days apart?? SORRY?