So I completely forgot to post about the Marvel POC exchange - reveals went up at the weekend and the masterlist is here
I got podfic! Susan_voight recorded two lovely Trip fics for me:
Rally point by michelleSorta and The synthesis of Agent Antoine Triplett by qwanderer. Both are great readings of lovely fics <3
After going round in circles for a while, I settled on writing something about Sam meeting Heimdall in Asgard. In my head, it was something fairly light and fluffy, but as it unfolded, it turned out to be a little more sinister than expected. It takes me a few years to get perspective on my stories,* but I've been immensely grateful for some lovely comments that suggest I hit on something interesting. And more than that, there have been comments! I love the Kudos system in AO3, and the notification emails cheer my day immensely, but there's something about a well thought-out comment that is just...warming. Okay, I'm fragile at the moment anyway, but I hadn't realised how much I used to appreciate really talking and thinking about writing.
Enough wallowing, have fic!
Words Unsaid (5968 words) by Jadesfire
Fandom: Thor (Movies), Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Heimdall (Marvel), Hogun (Marvel), Sif (Marvel), Thor (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Steve & Sam Friendship, something rotten in the state of asgard, Tag to The Dark World, Tag to The Winter Soldier, Everyone talks to Sam, Whether he wants them to or not
Sam's mother always said he had one of those faces, where people would look at him and start blurting out their innermost secrets. It's always been a bit of a blessing and curse until Sam takes a trip to Asgard, at which point it mostly gets kind of weird. Just what exactly are these people trying to tell him?
Incidentally, the thing about having 'one of those faces'? Totally based on personal experience. My mother has it even worse. I thought she was exaggerating, until I went to the supermarket with her late one night. She said 'hello' and 'it's a late working night for you' to the cashier, at which point the poor girl burst into tears and told my mother how she didn't mind working because her boyfriend was being horrible to her and she was thinking of leaving him.
This was not an isolated incident, and worse, I'm starting to inherit the 'please, tell me your life story' gene. Maybe I should consider plastic surgery...
*There's an odd, egotistical kick to reading old fic and comments. But it did make me realise wow, I really do like to really just write two things over and over - character studies and fight scenes. And apparently I would rather hit characters with big sticks than have them talk about their feelings**. Oddly enough, I'm okay with that.
**Which is possibly why I enjoy Supernatural so much.