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breezeflows · 3 months ago

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The Long Road (Stanford Pines x Reader)

Chapter 3

WOOP WOOP CHAPTER 3 IS HERE AND BOY IS IT JUICY🫣 On a serious note though, we are finally getting into some of the exciting bits of the story!! I’m hoping by the next chapter we will finally be back in the present. No more sad flashbacks!! Also y’all writing Lizzy is genuinely my favorite. If this fic wasn’t about Ford I’d be wifing her up instead😔 Anyways- here’s chapter 3 you lovely souls!

Themes: Consumption of alcohol (reader lowkey gets wasted), major hangover, bill himself is a warning, suggestiveness kind of?? idk, heartache, lizzy is overall an amazing friend, alllll the angst and feelings, injuries, etc okay enjoy!

The drive to Lizzy’s place is quiet, the steady hum of the car engine and the sound of raindrops against the windshield the only background noise. You sit in the passenger seat, watching the trees pass by through the window as you fiddle with the wedding band around your finger. Lizzy glances at you occasionally, a small frown on her face as she senses your mood. She remains silent for most of the ride, giving you space to process your emotions if need be.

It's not long before the car rolls to a stop in front of her apartment building. You reach around to gather your belongings from the backseat and step out into the rainy afternoon. Lizzy follows suit, bright pink umbrella in hand as she leads you towards the entrance.

Once inside the building, she unlocks the door to her apartment building and the two of you usher inside. The soft yellow light of the living room envelopes you, creating a cozy atmosphere in stark contrast to the gloominess outside.

Lizzy begins to kick off her shoes, hanging her keys as she silently studies your face. She can see the turmoil in your eyes, and the uncertainty you’re trying to hide.

“So,” she says gently, breaking the silence. “You okay?”

Your eyes snap out of the daze they were in as you look over at Lizzy, giving her a weak smile.

“Oh, yeah I guess. Things went a lot better than I thought they would.”

Her expression relaxes at your response, a hint of relief showing on her face.

“That’s good,” she says as she walks over to the couch and plops down on it, gesturing for you to do the same. “I was half-expecting a tearful scene or something, honestly.”

You manage a light chuckle at her remark, plopping down on the couch next to her. You pull your knees to your chest as you grab a blanket draped across the back of it, wrapping it around you.

“Yeah,” you say softly. “Ford took it pretty well, actually. Better than I expected.”

Lizzy raises a brow as she leans against the back cushions, her arms crossing. “Girl, he better take it well after what he said to you. If it had been me, I would’ve dropped his ass on the spot.”

You can’t help but let out a small snort of laughter at her words, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of your lips for the first time in a while. It’s a relief to have Lizzy’s no-nonsense attitude around, her bluntness serving as a much-needed dose of honesty.

“Yeah, yeah Liz, I know.” you admit, the smile still lingering on your face. “I was a little tempted.”

Lizzy grins, satisfied with your response as she reaches over and pats your knee supportively.

“As you should,” she says with a nod. “You don’t deserve treatment like that of any kind, no matter how important his research is to him.”

You frown slightly at her words, opting to pick at the blanket below as a distraction.

“Yeah..”

Lizzy watches your expression carefully, sensing your discomfort. She tilts her head slightly, her gaze searching your face.

“But you don’t quite agree, do you?” she probes gently.

You let out a sigh, unsure how to articulate your feelings as you continue to fiddle with the fabric of the blanket.

“It’s just… complicated Liz,” you say, your voice tinged with guilt and frustration. “Yes, I’m hurt and angry with him, but I also understand where he’s coming from. We’ve been together almost our whole lives, and this is all he has ever worked towards. His research is important to him, and he’s under a lot of pressure.”

Lizzy nods slowly as she listens to your words, her expression a mix of understanding and concern. She reaches over and places a hand on top of yours, stopping your nervous fidgeting.

“I get that Y/N, I do,” she says quietly. “And I’m not saying he’s completely in the wrong. But you shouldn’t have to feel like an afterthought in his life either. That’s not fair to you.”

Your eyes brim with tears at her response, your hand twisting and taking hers tightly.

“I know,” you say, your voice threatening to break. “I just wish we could fix things..”

Lizzy squeezes your hand as your tear-filled eyes meet hers.

“And you will, Y/N. It’ll just take some time.”

A small, wobbly smile forms on your lips at her reassurance, a few tears slipping down your cheeks. The hope that you might be able to fix things with Ford, to find a way to bridge the gap that’s widened between you both, is a small but significant comfort.

“Thank you, Liz,” you murmur, your voice still shaky. “I really hope you’re right.”

Lizzy stands with a smile, her hand pulling away from yours and resting on your shoulder.

“I know I’m right chick, because you two love each other. I’ve seen it.”

Your heart warms at her confidence, a soft smile forming on your lips as you nod.

“Now, how about some pizza?”

The few weeks you spend with Lizzy fly by, days passing in a blur of movies, late-night conversations, and plenty of chocolate induced comfort eating. As the final night of your stay approaches, Lizzy turns to you with a sly grin on her face.

“Y/N, I know you’ve been pretty reclusive the past couple of weeks, but it’s your last night here and I refuse to let you spend it watching crappy movies in my living room.”

She places her hands on her hips and gives you a stern look.

“We’re going out for drinks and that’s final.”

You mope as you walk into her view from the bathroom, your voice annoyed and pleading as you speak.

“Liz, I don’t think this is a good idea. I’m a married woman, and this dress feels less than... modest.”

Lizzy rolls her eyes, her expression clearly unconvinced.

“Girl, you’re not here to pick up someone, you’re here to have fun. And as for the dress I picked out for you, it looks fantastic. Stop overthinking it.”

She gives you a onceover, inspecting your outfit.

“Besides, I’d like to see anyone who tries hitting on you tonight.”

You pout as you watch her, pulling down your dress so it covers your knees.

“I don’t know how Ford would feel about this..”

Lizzy scoffs, shaking her head.

“Ford’s not here, and we both know he should be the last person you’re trying to impress right now. You’re still young, and attractive Y/N, you deserve to enjoy yourself for one night without him on your mind. Not to mention you’ve got to live your life without kids while you can. I know the two of you have talked about it. ”

She grabs the hem of your dress and tugs it back up, flashing you a defiant look.

“And if he has a problem with you having fun, he can talk to me.”

You sigh as you give in, knowing Lizzy wouldn’t be changing her mind about your all’s plans for the night.

“Fine, fine. But we’re not staying out too late, okay?”

Lizzy grins, victorious.

“That’s more like it! And don’t worry, I promise we won’t be out until dawn,” she assures you. “Just a few drinks, maybe a little dancing, and then we’ll come back here. You trust me, right?”

“More than anything Liz.”

And that’s how you find yourself at the bar now, one too many drinks in and slumped against Lizzy’s shoulder.

She laughs at your state, her own cheeks flushed from drinking. She slings an arm around your shoulders, keeping you upright and steady in the booth the two of you occupied.

“Goodness chick, are you already trashed? We’ve barely been here an hour!” she teases, her voice lighthearted and amused.

You grumble something in response, your head spinning from the alcohol in your system. You take another sip from your glass, your tongue loose and inhibitions lowered.

“I blame you,” you slur, pointing an accusatory finger at Lizzy. “You’re a bad influence.”

Lizzy laughs loudly at your accusation, her eyes sparkling. “No one forced you to down those shots, Y/N,” she says, sliding out of the booth with ease. “I’m going to get you some water, alright? You stay right here in your seat.”

You nod lazily at her words, the idea of staying where you are very appealing. You watch groggily as she strides away, her bell bottoms and flare top in tow. She weaves through the crowd to make her way to the counter, your eyes becoming heavy.

Just as you’re starting to doze off from the alcohol, a presence suddenly sits down in the booth across from you. You blink in surprise, your vision clearing slightly as you focus on the newcomer.

Your eyes widen as you recognize your husband’s face, his features strangely serious and intense as he stares back at you. But there’s something off about him… Something otherworldly in his gaze that sends a chill down your spine.

“Well, well,” he says, his voice cool and calculated. “If it isn’t dear Y/N. You look a little worse for wear.”

Your vision blurs as you grip the side of the table, your words slurred as you speak.

“F.. Ford?”

Ford smiles widely, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. The expression is slightly unfamiliar, different from the familiar warmth you’re used to. He leans forward, resting his elbows on the table.

“In the flesh, honey,” he drawls, his voice smooth and flirtatious.

“But I see you’ve had quite a few drinks already. Feeling a little dazed? I wonder how Sixer would feel about me seeing you in this state and not him. Hilarious!”

Your arm trembles weakly as you hold yourself up, vision blurring in and out as you sway slightly in your seat.

“Wha.. What? Why are you.. here..?”

His lips curl into a smug smirk as he eyes your disheveled form, eyes lingering on your exposed skin, clearly enjoying your confusion and intoxication.

“Oh, I had a little chat with Fordsy earlier. He agreed to let me take the reins for a few hours…”

He gives a careless shrug. “You know how he is. All work and no play. Figured I’d take advantage of the situation, hell, I even got him a new tattoo!”

You sit there, dumbfounded and wavering in and out of consciousness as your mind tried to process what Ford was talking about.

Ford’s – or rather, Bill’s – eyes rake over you again, giving an exaggerated sigh before his lips turned into a sly grin.

“You really are a sight for sore eyes, I can see why Sixer married you.”

Your thoughts are still spinning from the alcohol, making it hard to focus on the conversation. You struggle to keep yourself upright, your body feeling heavy and numb.

Bill notices your dazed state, chuckling as he gives a mockingly sympathetic tone.

“You look a little out of it, darling. You really shouldn’t have had so much to drink. Especially considering how easy it’d be to trick you into a deal right now.”

Your mind races with confusion as you stand up weakly, your gut telling you something wasn’t right as you sway back and forth, (Or maybe it was the alcohol) your vision blurring as you scan the place in search of Lizzy.

“Going somewhere? Those human legs of yours don’t look very stable!”

You wobble forward, ignoring his protests as you keep moving.

“You really should listen to me if you want to avoid that nasty bruise tomorrow!”

He calls out, and before you know it you trip, and everything goes black.

Hours later… aka early morning.

You slowly open your eyes, your head pounding and your memories fuzzy. You realize you’re lying on a couch in Lizzy’s apartment, a cool cloth pressed over what you assume to be a large tender bruise on your forehead.

Lizzy is sitting perched on the edge of the coffee table in front of you, her expression a mix of worry and frustration. She notices your eyes flutter open and lets out a relieved sigh.

“Oh thank god,” she mutters. “You had me worried for a second there. I stayed up with you all night waiting for you to wake up.”

“Liz?” you mumble, head pounding. “What the hell happened? My head is killing me..”

Her expression softens at your groggy murmur, her hand reaching out instinctively to brush the hair away from your face.

“Hey, take it easy,” she says, voice low and soothing. “You took a pretty nasty fall back at the bar. Hit your head on a table on the way down.”

Your eyes widen as your memory jogs itself.

“What..? Wait, Ford.. Ford was there?”

Lizzy freezes, her expression guarded at the mention of Ford. She averts her gaze, focusing her attention on the cloth that she’s holding against your forehead.

“Uh, yeah,” she says, her voice hesitant. “He showed up towards the end of the night when I went to grab you a water… You don’t remember?”

You think to yourself for a moment, your memory patchy and vague.

“I mean, I kind of do. But it was weird? Did something happen?”

Lizzy is silent, her gaze still firmly averted from yours. She adjusts the cloth, pressing it against your head with a little more pressure than necessary.

“Nothing happened,” she finally says, her voice tight. “You just had a little too much to drink and tripped, that’s all.”

Her words are curt and dismissive, clearly trying to downplay the situation. But there’s something in her expression, a flicker of unease that betrays her true emotions.

She glances at you briefly, her eyes meeting yours for a split second before moving back to your injury.

“Lizzy..?” you say, silently pleading with her to tell you the full truth.

She exhales slowly, her shoulders slumping in resignation. She knows you’re not going to let this go, and she owes you the truth.

“Alright, fine,” she mutters avoiding your gaze. “When I got back to the booth, it was exactly when you had fell..”

You listen closely, sitting yourself up slightly.

“I had noticed Ford when I got there, sure, but when I went to go help you..”

Lizzy pauses, a frown forming on her face as she continues.

“Ford laughed,” she says as her eyes meet yours, full of concern and.. fear? “And not in a lighthearted way, in a cruel mocking way Y/N..”

Lizzy lowers the cloth from your head, placing it in her lap as you sit there, dumbfounded.

“He was just… enjoying the view, I guess,” She mutters bitterly. “Like you were some kind of joke, I don’t know Y/N. It was fucking weird, really fucking weird. I didn’t like it. He laughed as if he was the one who had done it.”

Lizzy trails off, brows furrowed as she clenches her fists. While you, on the other hand, are utterly speechless.

Your mind reels with this new information, struggling to reconcile the image of Ford – laughing coldly and mockingly at your predicament - with the caring, affectionate husband you’ve known him to be your whole life.

“I… I don’t understand,” you stutter, your voice small and confused.

“He wouldn’t… he wouldn’t do that. Not Ford.”

But as you say those words, you can’t help but recall the other strange things that had happened earlier that night. Ford’s detached demeanor, his unfamiliar choice of words, the way he seemed so cold and calculating. Your heart clenches in your chest at the thought, leaving a sour taste in your mouth. Had something happened over the few weeks you’ve been gone? Did Ford get too deep in his research? Something wasn’t right.

As you try to make sense of the situation, Lizzy watches you with a mix of compassion and concern. She knows this is incredibly tough for you to hear, but she also seems to have her own worries about the situation.

“I don’t know Y/N,” she says quietly, her hands twisting in her lap. “It was just… so not him. I don’t know what the hell happened. But I’ve never seen him act like that before. It’s like he was a different person.”

Her voice trails off, leaving the two of you in silence as you’re both lost in thought.

Eventually, Lizzy breaks the silence, her voice sympathetic as she places a hand on top of yours.

“How about this, you rest up today, and when you’re ready, I’ll take you to the cabin to get some answers from Ford? Only if you feel comfortable, of course.”

You take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside of you.

“Alright,” you murmur. “I’m still feeling pretty rough, but I’d like to see him… tonight, if possible.”

Despite your confusion and worry, you know that facing your husband and talking with him is the only way to get answers. The answers that you crave so desperately in hopes that it’ll mend your breaking heart - and marriage.

Lizzy gives you a reassuring nod.

“Of course,” she says gently. “You rest up, and I’ll come get you when it’s time to go.”

She stands up, gently readjusting the cloth on your head.

“Try to get some sleep, okay?”

You nod, laying yourself back down.

You’re going to need it to cross the bridge that awaits you tonight.

READER AND BILL INTERACTION WOOP WOOP!! Also I’m not gonna lie, I feel like I messed up the timeline a little bit but I’m just gonna go for it. Thank you for reading! :)

Tag List: @artistic-gato @karmaisacatluzi @therottenheartofscum @violetvsworld @inquiit @catr4dora

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radioapple-heathen · 4 months ago

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My Top 10 📻🍎 'Multi-Chaptered' Fic Recs

(A continuation of my previous post. You can find info about my fic preferences and my top 10 'Series' fic recs here.)

1.) Somewhere down the line by kj_crwn

Complete (6/6). Rated E. POV: Lucifer. Genre: Canon Divergence. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

So, just like my #1 on my series recs, this fic has Lucifer and Alastor meeting in the living world first before canon takes place while Alastor is still a human, and then reuniting in Hell as the events of canon unfold. Absolutely my fav trope. It helps that the writing is absolutely gorgeous!!! This is such a comfort fic for me, could read it a million times over. It looks like the author considered making it a series but, at the time of making this rec list, it is a standalone fic.

2.) Even As A Shadow, Even As A Dream by @winterveritas

Complete (2/2). Rated E. POV: Lucifer. Genre: AU - Hell. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

Really, anything Winter touches is absolute gold, but this fic rocked me to my core. The way this author portrays Lucifer's grief during Alastor's absence, like. I've been reading fic a long, long time. It takes quite a bit to pull tears out of me, but I sobbed while reading this. Don't let that scare you away, this author is allergic to unhappy endings, but the gut punch of emotions, oh my god. Also, for those who love when extensions of the boys come into play, Alastor's shadow and Lucifer's snake have roles as well, and that is a huge headcanon of mine so it was delightful to see it in this. Writing is flawless, prose is gorgeous, dialogue is top-notch. Just agonizingly wonderful, beginning to end.

3.) Bedtime Rituals to Try out Before The Next Angelic War by @miribalis

Complete (8/8). Rated T+. POV: Lucifer. Genre: Canon Divergence/Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes: I, like many others, stumbled across this fic due to this beautiful fanart and god. This fic is SO INCREDIBLE. The dynamics between the boys are everything????? This is a QPR take on them, and it's beautiful? Just gorgeous in every way, from the writing to the characterizations and the non-sexual intimacy exploration. ALLLLL the love for this fic.

4.) Lucid Dreams of New Orleans by @radiaurapple

In-Progress (14/15). Rated T+. POV: Switches. Genre: Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

Wow. Just... It's hard to put into words the admiration I have for this author/fic. In such a popular fandom/ship, it can definitely be hard to find a unique take on said popular ship. However, this. THIS. This is one of the most original radioapple fics I've ever had the joy of reading. Beautiful imagery, STUNNING PREMISE, the emotions, the prose, THE RADIOAPPLE BOYS, everything about it is perfect.

5.) The Ruination of Lucifer by @syaunei

In-Progress (31/?). Rated E. POV: Alastor. Genre: Canon Divergence/Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

Not sure there are words in the English language to describe how fantastic this fic is. Everything I wanna say feels lacking. This fic has some of the most beautiful writing I've ever read. And it is such a delicious character study on Alastor, the inner workings of that man's mind is just insane. The way syaunei takes such a complex character apart, strand by strand, is truly phenomenal. I mentioned in my fic preferences disclaimer that I lean more towards top!Lucifer, but lemme tell you, this is top!Alastor DONE RIGHT.

6.) Something in Me Understood by @winterveritas

Complete (8/8). Rated E. POV: Alastor. Genre: AU - Human!Alastor/Devil!Lucifer. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

This was written for radioapple week 2024, and Winter spoiled us rotten with the frequency of updates for this one. Bookstore AU but make it sexy? XD I am trying to keep my gushing to a minimal, but really, all of Winter's fics are fantastic. This one also includes some beautiful art. AND AND AND intersex!Lucifer, which again... a weakness for me.

7.) Awake, Arise by iffervescent

Complete (14/14). Rated E. POV: Switches. Genre: Canon Divergence/Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

HOLY PLOT! As I mentioned in my previous post, I definitely prefer more romance vs heavy plot in my fanfics, but when a fic can balance them both as experty as this one HO BOY! It makes for truly a good time! 🙏 Fantastic fic!

8.) Passing Ships by @selphhelp, @androidwiththeparanoid

In-Progress. (7/?). Rated E. POV: Alastor. Genre: AU - Human/Great Gatsby inspo. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

Please envision this gif of the man screaming "Let me tell you something! Let me tell you something!" as I ramble about this fic because its a fucking gem, and it is so so so criminally underrated. I know its niche, but I think people assume you need to know about The Great Gatsby to read/enjoy it. YOU DON'T. I'm telling you, I remember ZERO about that book, and this fic has been an absolute delight??? Yandere!Alastor??? Vox's One-Sided Psychosexual Obsession with Alastor??? Possessive Lucifer??? IT HAS IT ALL. And the writing and characterizations are superb!

9.) Strange Appetites by Gotllphi

In-Progress. (20/23). Rated E. POV: Alastor. Genre: AU - Human!Alastor/Devil!Lucifer. Notable Warnings: Extremely graphic depictions of violence.

Notes:

Ho boy. I... I DON'T KNOW WHAT SAY. *gestures vaguely*. ITS JUST GOOD? VERY GOOD?? but also, cannibalism, violence, Alastor being a golly ol' serial killer, consensual but not safe or sane bdsm, etc etc. Also plot galore!

10.) Born for Adversity by fourshadesofgreen

In-Progress. (2/3). Rated E. POV: Alastor. Genre: AU - Human!Alastor/Devil!Lucifer. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

This is a short one, but I love everything this author writes, and the ending scene of chap 2 has been living in my head rent-free since they posted it. Human!Alastor has fallen in love with the Devil and tries to summon him through his killings. Fantastic premise and writing.

❤️❤️❤️

I'll be doing one more rec list for oneshots! I'll post it in a few days. I hope you guys are enjoying the recs!

#radioapple #appleradio #alastor x lucifer #lucifer x alastor #radioapple recs #radioapple fic recs

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slightly-nerdy-rambles · 4 months ago

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Robstar Week Day 4: Culture Clash (Prompt: Downtime)

This is another fic where I used an idea originally based on one of last year's prompts, specifically day 5's "Movie Night." Because movie nights are a pretty great way to use your downtime, right? For this one, I decided to do a little flipping of the script, as it were, in terms of Robin being the one to get lost in understanding pop culture from Starfire's home planet. I thought it would be a fun idea for the Titans to watch a movie from Tamaran, and it also gave me an excuse to indulge my headcanon of Cyborg and Starfire working together on cross-planetary (usually food-based, but nobody said it all had to be cuisine) projects.

Culture Clash

Starfire could barely keep herself still as Cyborg made one last check of Titan’s Tower’s main viewing screen. The two of them had been working on this project for months now, and Robin could feel the energy buzzing between them.

“Alllll righty, then, we should be good to go,” Cyborg said, backing up and wiping his hands more as a gesture of completion than any real need.

“Are y’all ready to witness the historic occasion that is Earth’s first interstellar movie night?”

Beast Boy raised his hand. “Question: Are we sure this is the first one on Earth? Because there’s kind of a lotta aliens in the Justice League and –”

“First. Ever,” Cyborg insisted. “Even if those guys have any, the Watchtower is in orbit above Earth so it doesn’t count.”

“Cool then! Heck yeah I’m ready!” Beast Boy replied enthusiastically. Raven simply nodded, Robin grinned and shot Cyborg a thumbs up, and nobody even had to ask Starfire with the way she was practically vibrating out of her seat.

“Oh, it has been so long since I last watched Lover’s Grove properly! It was one of my favorites growing up,” she gushed.

Beast Boy sprang up in his seat. “Wait, that title translates to ‘Lover’s Grove?!’ That sounds like a total chick flick!”

Starfire gave him an even look. “If you are using the term ‘chick’ in regards to a female individual, then wouldn’t any movie I enjoy constitute a ‘chick flick?’”

Beast Boy opened his mouth again to retort, but paused. Robin could practically see his brain trying to parse whether she was joking or not.

Cyborg chuckled. “Easy, B. I had to watch it a bunch to put the subtitles together and I still didn’t get tired of it. Star has a good taste in Tamaranean movies if this one is any clue.”

Starfire blushed and giggled at the praise, and Robin smiled at her and loosely swung an arm around her shoulder. Beast Boy, still a little put off, rolled his eyes and gagged teasingly at the show of affection.

*******

By the time they were about an hour into the movie, Beast Boy had changed his tune. He and Cyborg both laughed raucously as one of the characters on the screen made a comment about gloorgs and some place called the Deksa Mountains. Starfire was grinning and giggling along, leaned forward in her seat with her chin propped in her hands.

Robin didn’t get it.

When the laughter died down, he leaned over to Cyborg and spoke in a voice that he hoped was low enough that Starfire wouldn’t catch it. “Okay, I know gloorgs are those big guard dog-things, but what do they have to do with anything?”

Cyborg sniffed and wiped a mirthful tear from his human eye. “I have no idea,” he muttered back, “but I bet the Deksa people wish they didn’t either!”

He chuckled again at his own joke, but Robin only frowned. This wasn’t the first cultural reference that had been lost to him – it felt like every other joke, and several of the more dramatic moments, had some distinctly Tamaranean element that he didn’t quite understand. Cyborg and Beast Boy seemed to be following along all right, but Raven was watching the movie with a bemused little frown on her face that said she was as lost in the references as Robin. At least that meant he wasn’t just clueless.

Starfire suddenly placed a hand on his arm and leaned over toward him. “Do you need help understanding the plot?” she whispered.

Robin jolted a little and winced, ashamed that his confusion was so obvious to her. He didn’t want her to think he couldn’t appreciate her favorite movie.

“Not… really,” he hedged. At her patient stare, though, he gave up and let his shoulders slump.

“I guess I just keep getting lost in all the Tamaranean cultural stuff,” he confessed. “I’m following along with the main story about the two families all right, but some of the details are… confusing.”

To his surprise, Starfire smiled and nodded in understanding. “I know that feeling very well. You doubtless recall how often I was confused by your Earth ways when I first moved here.”

Robin frowned. “Yeah, but you always seemed to just, I dunno, roll with it. I keep getting distracted and completely missing the punchlines.”

Starfire shrugged. “It was not always as easy as you make it sound. But… I suppose I made my own fun, in a sense. I made a game of sorts out of trying to learn or guess the situation from context, and simply followed the energy of you and the others when I was completely lost.”

She paused for a moment to glance back at the movie and snicker at some obscure joke – the comedy relief was stealing the show at the moment, so there’d been a lot of those lately – while Beast Boy cackled from the far end of the couch. With a thoughtful eye on him, she added, “I suspect Beast Boy and Cyborg are doing the same thing now.”

Robin’s brow furrowed and he hummed a little to himself, deep in thought. It made sense, but…

Starfire’s expression lit up with an idea. “Perhaps after the movie is over, I could explain the meanings behind any references that are confusing you. Then you will understand it better the next time.”

Robin smiled at that. It was such an obvious solution, but somehow hearing it out loud – and having Starfire suggest it, so he knew it would not be a bother for her – was enough to brighten his mood considerably. He was becoming increasingly interested in Tamaranean culture as time went on and everything about it seemed a little less daunting, and getting a better understanding about a piece of media that was so important to Starfire sounded like a wonderful way to learn even more.

“You know what?” he said, resting his shoulder comfortably against hers as they both settled back in their seats. “That sounds like a great idea.”

#Teen Titans #Robin #Starfire #Robstar #robstarweek #writing #prompt #fanfiction #I actually did come up with a rough plot for this “Lover's Grove” movie as I was writing #I basically started by making up the most sappy-sounding name I could think of #and then coming up with a way to make that title work without being nearly as sappy as it sounds #it's a dramedy about two feuding families who somehow both hold claims to the same piece of land #and a lot is made out of the irony of the land's name when it's being fought over #I have more details if anyone cares about this random alien movie made up for a shipweek oneshot #¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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rememberwren · 5 months ago

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Okay, broke out the laptop to scream in your ear about some things I thought were really special about Skin Deep.

First of all, Simon's characterization. GODDAMN. Like you really know how to write him, how he goes more quiet and brisk the more nervous he is. So, so sexy, the way that Reader doesn't pick up on his vague cues that he likes her, but we alllll know what's happening. Nervous Ghost and don't-care Ghost are so similar, but you managed to convey the tiny details that made it thrilling to read.

The way you wrote him raising and lowering his mask was hot af. I could picture it every time, his little hidey place to help him feel less exposed to the hot girl looking at him with those eyes.

The descriptions of him being efficient and good at what he does -- SWOON. Big man with confident fingers make brain go BRRRRR

The subtle green flags throughout were just lovely. Watching her safely to her car. The way he abandons his usual silence to give her a bunch of info when she's nervous over text. The breaks, the modesty towels. Funny how it's so much more tempting to uncover yourself for someone who helps you stay covered. You just get it, Wren. You just get the nuance of attraction, and it shows.

When he insisted on that break, I KNEW. I LOVE guys jerking off in fics, you know why? Cause that shows they're not coercive. They fully understand that their sexual desire is their own job to manage, and it's just a thing they take care of because we're all adults here. HOT HOT HOT.

The attention to hygiene/contraception was super hot going hand-in-hand with grungy, cigarette loving Simon.

LOVED the part where Reader was trying to entice him to touch, and he wasn't understanding what she meant. That was so cute and funny.

Nipple play, ofc. Surprisingly rare in fics without lactation kink. Extra special to me.

He takes one of your thighs and wedges it between his own, until you’re no longer grinding against his cock but instead his denim-clad thigh. “You the kind of girl who can cum like this? Just from this?”

This made me stop and paste it in a note for my review, because WOW. I've never read anything like that before. *I'm* not someone who can enjoy that particular position, so every time it comes up in a fic it takes me out of immersion and my thumb is braced to scroll to something farther down that I can relate to. But for some reason, him just being aware of different styles of anatomy and knowing to ask that, allowed me to stay in it.

Three fingers!!! Again, so RARE but (imo) so considerate when writing massive dudes. *I* don't write three fingers very often, because I feel like there's this stigma about it, that no one else shares my feelings that it's actually a helpful option ahead of sex with like a 6'4" dude. So seeing you write it was like... wow. I'm being a lil bitch about this, I should just write what I fucking want, look at Wren, she's doing it.

“Alright,” he laughs, pulling his fingers free and wiping the wetness on his cock. “No need to beg.”

No need to beg?!? TEARS OF JOY -- this is just so much hotter than the ick I get when they do make Reader (me) beg. Just the zero-pressure interactions here were gorgeous.

The realism of him pushing past the limitations Reader thought she had of her own body was extra special.

The position keeps the penetration blissfully shallow (otherwise he might give your cervix a painful beating)

*pounding my fists on the table* YES YES YES when you're with big dudes, you learn real quick which positions are the best (shallow!!)

His zero-pressure approach to her pleasure, specifically when she says she can't finish a second time and he's just like, “If you can’t, then don’t,” GGHGHDSIODFDOS HOTTTTTT "if it happens it happens, but I'm just going to keep touching you like this for as long as I feel like, okay?" PINNACLE SMUT for me. Elite of the elite.

“Not sure I want you to cum now,” he says. “Hold it. I’m thinking it over.”

I had to go back and read this like four times because I didn't grasp at first that he was joking. I was just like, "Oh, okay, already doing orgasm control, hmm okay." And then was so confused right after hahahahaha

Aww the asking her out right after fucking is so good and sweet, and a wonderful way to cement his character in everyone's minds.

Just WOW. I'll be coming back for rereads of this.

This ask was such a treasure, YOU are such a treasure. You need to be put inside a safe, a lockbox, behind a tripwire or SOMETHING. I could not find you more endearing right now. Thank you for seeing nuance in this when I felt like there wasn't any. You're an incredible writer and it shows even in the way you read.

#void my warranty #wren answers #kicking my feet and twirling my hair on my lunch break #getting NO work done today

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kyeskorner · 4 months ago

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AAA TY THAT WAS SO GOOD!

I know Splatoween is long past by now, but GOD THE COSTUMES ARE ARE JUST ASKDLWDMDLDD-

Maybe Deep Cut (poly if you can!) x a reader who is just freaking out over their Splatoween outfits? Maybe Halloween enthusiast if you wanna go more general?? Idk I just need spooky times with the bandits!!

- Anon that asked for the Big Man hcs

P.S: Can I be Zombie Anon?

HELLO!!!! SORRY FOR THE WAIT ZOMBIE ANON! Also yes you can be Zombie Anon!!! I have the perfect idea for this, though I haven't written PolyCut before, but either way, I hope you enjoy!! ALSO I'M DOING THIS AS A FIC! It's long, so it'll be the "Keep Reading" tab!

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SPLATOWEEN POLYCUT X READER

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You sat in the bedroom, already in your Splatoween costume. It was nothing too extreme, but it was good enough with you. Suddenly, you heard some clicking, and in came your first girlfriend, Shiver, who was dressed up as a geisha.

"My, what an excellent costume you have there, darling!" Shiver commented, walking over to you. Your jaw dropped (not literally) upon seeing their outfit. She was so decked out!

"W-wow, Shiver! Your costume looks amazing!" You pointed out. Shiver closed her eyes and laughed, before sitting down next to you on the bed.

"Thank you, dear. I spent a lot of time preparing it." She said, interlocking her hand with yours. "Tonight is gonna be so much fun, wouldn't you say?" She smiled, now trailing her other hand through your tentacle hair.

"Y-yeah! Tonight's gonna be so much fun... just me... you...-"

"AND DON'T FORGET ME!"

Suddenly, your second girlfriend, Frye, came running into the room, sporting a more black outfit, and decked out in tons of jewelry. On top of her head was a murex shell. She then immediately tackled you, placing a big ol' smooch on your lips.

"My, Frye. Certainly decked out, are we?" Shiver looked at Frye, raising an eyebrow. Frye pulled away from the kiss, a huge smile showing quite clearly on her face.

"Yyyyep! I wanted to go alllll out today! Whaddya think? Pretty awesome, right?!" She smirked, looking over to you. "And look at you! You look soooo awesome! I could just eat you up!" Frye grabs your cheeks and squishes them together, making silly little sounds.

"Haha, okay, Frye..." You giggled. Frye was definitely the silliest of the group. She always knew how to raise your spirits. Shiver shortly follows in on the laughter... but then, you heard a *BUMP*.

"Ay... ay! (Ow... We really need to lower the door!)" Your boyfriend, Big Man said. He was wearing a sheet, sewn to look like a ray. It reminded you of the Boogeyman in a way, but just seeing him made you smile.

"Big Man!!! Look at you! You look so silly!" Frye hopped off your lap and walked over to Big Man, playfully punching him. He lets out an "Ay!" in response. You looked at all three of your partners.

"Hm? Something on your mind, Y/N?" Shiver taps your shoulder, noticing the trance you're in. Suddenly, you get off the bed, pulling Shiver along. You share an embrace with all three of your partners.

"You all look so COOL!" You exclaim, hugging them as tightly as possible. Big Man, being quite literally the Big Man, wraps his fins around you right. Shiver hugged you back too, letting out a happy sigh. Frye was the last to return the hug, but when she did, she hugged y'all TIGHT. You all pull away for a breath, before laughing.

"Tonight really is gonna be a blast..." You mutter, looking back at your three partners.

"You're dang right it is! Now come on, let's go get as much candy as possible! Whoever gathers the most wins!" Frye exclaimed, bolting out the door.

"A-ay... ay. (O-oh... someone should make sure she doesn't get hurt.)" Big Man said, slowly following her out the door, NOT bumping his head this time.

You and Shiver were the only ones left in the bedroom. You two turned to look at one another, and you felt a blush on your face...

"Well? What are we waiting for?" Shiver cupped your cheek, giving you a kiss on the forehead, leaving a lipstick mark.

"Let's go get that candy."

You quickly nodded, and Shiver grabbed your hand, bolting out the door as well... it was time to get the most candy in all of the Splatlands!

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TA DAH!!! FINALLY GOT IT DONE! SORRY FOR THE WAIT, ZOMBIE ANON! I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!!!

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pocket-lin · 9 months ago

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Hey!! 💕 for the fandom ask game, 5, 9 and 20? 🤩

hi!!! thank you for sending me this ask!! once again apologizing if the format for this is all janky, assume I have no clue what I'm doing 80-90% of the time!! also I found out so many of these writer's have tumblrs that I wasn't following so that was exciting!!

please note: this is all about the harry potter fandom so if you don't follow me for that, please look at my pinned post!! tldr is fuck jk and fuck terfs, I won't let her steal our joy!!

5. something I see a lot in fics and love

hmmmm... this is hard to narrow down!! so here's a few things I've been enjoying in hp fics I've read lately!

harry potter who is just so fucking earnestly in love. like, he's tripping over his feet so he can hold the door open for draco and looking at him with big heart eyes from across the pub. harry's got draco's order memorized from that takeout place he loves and he's been pining for draco for years in such an embarrassing way and all his friends are rolling their eyes and placing bets on when harry will finally make a fucking move.

adult ron weasley taking after his mother!! he makes delicious food and makes people scarves and shows his love through his actions!!

draco being absolutely rocked when he finds out that harry is queer! especially when harry is confident and completely unashamed of his sexuality. also throat goat harry

magic being tangible in some way!! like, a strong spell giving off the smell of ozone, being able to feel it in someone's hands, everyone's magic having a unique vibe.

harry as the ultimate dad. like, that dude 100% has so many complicated feelings about family and his kid(s) would be everything to him.

9. a ship that isn't your OTP but that you enjoy

I've been dipping into alllll kinds of ships lately. I love to just go look at individual ship tags on a03 and read the stuff with the highest kudos and then some of the most recent fics. I think you gotta do both to understand the ship!! here's some I've been vibing with lately (also realizing how many of these are drarry+someone else hahaha)

harry/draco is my otp BUT harry/ron and harry/ron/hermione are tied for second. that's harry's family!! they were his first friends and the first people to show him love and they literally went through war together. they know each other!! two favorite harry/ron fics of mine are Sun Kissed by @static-abyss and A tangled mess by @orange-peony! two harry/ron/hermione favorites are nineteen years later by wendydarlings and try to fix you by @maesterchill!

snarry - I was sooooo not into this in my early fandom days because so much of the ship stuff I saw was underage teacher/student stuff and that's very much not my thing. the first dip into this ship was actually through @writcraft's harry/draco/severus fic, A Life Worth Remembering, which is almost a complete subversion: Severus gets de-aged to 25 through a potions accident and has to stay with draco and harry, who are middle-aged and in an established relationship. its a gigantic change for everyone involved and the way their all find their way to each other is sooooooo good. from there I read all their snarry stuff. one of their other snarry fics I love is How We Were Warriors. I've actually been back into this ship the past few weeks and have loved On the Deficiencies of Translation Spells and old fires and phantom limbs by @liladiurne, as well as A Turn of the Page and Severus’s Story (or, A Hero’s Tale) by avioleta!

neville/harry and harry/draco/neville - I think about @kittycargo's Love to Give soooooo often. also absolutely love When it Returns by @academicdisasterfic and Touch Your Lips Just So I Know by @saxamophone!!

harry/draco/charlie - everyone go read Licurici by @lou-isfake and tell me you aren't a changed man!!!

ron/draco/harry. I can't even begin to talk about this one because we'd be here for a million years!!

20. your very first fandom!

I started doing irl fandom things for harry potter with my mom and sister when I was a little baby (I learned to read with the harry potter books!!) but my first solo (and almost exclusively online) fandom was the the teen titans!! I was obsessed with the marv wolfman and george perez comics from the 80s and completely lost my shit when they announced the teen titans animated series. that show cancellation still hurts 😭

#hi everyone sorry if tagging you all isn't the right etiquette or whatever!!#I'm new to actually posting things instead of just reblogging them!!#also is this readable at all? is there a better format for all these links and stuff?#fandom asks #ask games #fic recs #hp #drarry

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ellecdc · 2 months ago

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I came here to rant, because I feel like you are one of those authors who never follows the pattern

I have realized, in all my years of reading fanfics, that all the reader’s personalities often match stereotypical personalities of the people who is into a certain fandom/activity, as an example the HP fandom, especially the Marauders Era

They always portrayed the reader into 2 distinctive categories, as the typical “I’m not the same as other girls”:

1. The tomboyish rambunctious all over the place, play quidditch, likes pranks and is loud type of girl

2. The I’m soft, quiet as a mouse, only hangs with Regulus and is extremely shy to the point of mysteriousness

And I feel like this is just the tip of the iceberg, however the pattern is too clear, even more if you add the Male Love Interest:

Like as for James, the comparison will always be the femininity Lily represents, NOT too loud or over the place, loves make up but she still top of her class

As for someone like the Slytherin boys, specially when the trope involves Draco, you will see the comparison between a poised, strong and harsh pure blood reader to a more fun and extroverted, still mature Hermione

The whole “race to get the boy” feels somewhat wrong, cus in an imaginary world where we are living in fanfic land, my fellow girlies SHOULD NOT be my enemies, nor in real life

At the end of the day we all are like the other girls, all of those girls we had ever loved before

Hmmm yeah, I agree with what you mean about not being in competition with other girls; I’ve written a few fics where there’s been a romantic interest that has caused problems (sorry to Amelia Bones and Emmeline Vance who have been my scape goats, they’re the real MVP’s and I love them long time), but generally I try to stay away from bashing cuz, as you said, we’re just girls 🫶 hehe - our fellow fems are not the enemy

It’s hard to write reader inserts with a ton of characteristics though; it’s a very, very delicate balance and Mae and I talk about it alllll the time. Because you want it to be open and vague enough that as many people as possible can see themselves in the character without leaving the reader feeling vacant and hollow, or like they’re playing a background role in their own story. The reader still needs to have some personality, and they still need to have motives and flaws, without assigning characteristics to them. It’s difficult. And unfortunately we’re not all going to see 100% of ourselves in the reader (or 100% of the readers in ourselves).

#ask elle

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misslavenderlady · 2 years ago

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Doctor's Orders 💉

Marko/Female!Reader (She/Her Pronouns)

Summary: Marko is a little sadist who loves to play games with you. His favorite one to play is "Doctor", and he intends to be very thorough with your checkup~

I was inspired yet again by @ghoulgeousimmaculate and her story Sympathy From The Devil. Marko mentions wanting to play Doctor, and I couldn't resist the idea. 🤤

It has some references to her stuff, and takes place in the modern world, not 1987. PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS CAREFULLY!! THIS IS A DARKER FIC!!

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, BDSM, Dub-Con, Dom/Sub, Mentioned kidnapping from the past, Medical Play, Doctor Roleplay, Tied down, Torture (the sexy kind), Needles, Injection, Drug use, Knifeplay, Nippleplay/Clamps, Teasing w/Medical Equipment, Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Rough Sex, Crying, Dacryphilia, Biting, Scratching, Dirty talk, Degradation, Blood drinking, Aftercare

It had been so long since Marko took you in. That he declared you his mate and made you his little prisoner. He claimed he loved you, but he loved torturing you just a bit more. Even as the littlest vampire in the gang of four, he was by far the deadliest. Between his aggressive feedings and his toy room, you were absolutely frightened of what he was capable of.

You had love and affection for one another, but at the end of the day, he was a vicious vampire to the very core.

He did humor you and try to make the experience "fun" whenever he could. One way of doing so was by playing games with you. Or rather, his own fucked up versions of games. It usually ended with you screaming out his name and practically crying from the sheer overstimulation. As intense as it all was, you couldn’t say he didn’t completely satisfy you.

By far, one of Marko’s favorite games to play with you was Doctor. Playing Doctor was something you often did as a child. You had a cute little toy doctor's kit with colorful thermometers, stethoscopes, and one of those little hammers used for checking reflexes. It was very simple and gave you hours of fun as you gave all your stuffed animals checkups.

This was nothing like the game of Doctor you experienced.

After a deep slumber the morning before, you opened your eyes to find that you weren’t in your nest, but rather on a cot with a bright light shining on your face. It made you wince, but when you tried to put a hand up to block your eyes from it, you found that you couldn’t. To your utter shock, your wrists and ankles were bound to the cot with tight, padded restraints. It was something out of a horror movie.

Your heart rate sped up, fear building rapidly. You had no idea if this was a punishment, and if it was, you didn’t know what you did wrong. Before you could cry out for help, a familiar voice spoke to you from where the light didn’t hit.

“Awww look who’s up and ready for her checkup!”

Marko.

Knowing it was your mate didn’t help you figure out the situation any better. Marko was very sneaky, and it was quite difficult to tell if he was in the mood to be sensual or painful with his games.

“Poor baby isn’t feeling very well, is she? Don’t worry, dear. Doctor Marko is here to make you feel alllll better~”

With that, the light was tilted down and away from your face, allowing your vision to go back to normal. Once you were comfortable again, you could see the vampire standing over you. Ever the one for artistic presentation, Marko had traded his patch-covered jacket for a white lab coat with the sleeves rolled up. His long, flowing curls were tied back in a ponytail. He had a wicked grin on his face as he tugged on a pair of black, latex gloves over his hands, giving the material a sharp snap as he secured them.

You had to admit, even with the sadistic setup, he made one handsome doctor.

“Before we get started, I just gotta take care of your shot~” he purred.

Suddenly you weren’t as feeling as excited about his game. You trembled against the restraints as Marko pushed a shiny, metal table up to the side of the cot. It had a tray full of fresh, untouched medical supplies. One of which was a scary-looking syringe.

He must have noticed your terror because he laughed in amusement while grabbing the needle and a small, clear vial next to it.

“Don’t be nervous, dear. It’s not a bad shot, it’s one that’ll make you feel good. Gotta get you feeling relaxed for your examination,” he explained, tapping the side of the syringe after getting a small amount of the mysterious medicine. It was actually a good thing you were held in place because you had to stay still while he swabbed your thigh with an alcohol wipe.

“Wh-What is it..?” you whimpered. You shut your eyes tight, not wanting to see him give you the injection. By some miracle, it only pinched for a second, and it was all over. He definitely knew how to use the equipment without problems. You figured he just wanted to scare you with the needle.

“Bremelanotide,” Marko answered, properly disposing of the needle before putting a bandaid over the spot on your thigh. Even with the doctor roleplay, he still had enough of a sense of humor to give you a cartoon-themed bandaid. “In the simplest of terms, it’s basically female Viagra~”

Your hands trembled from your nerves getting worse by the second. It was a good thing that Marko liked you so much because you couldn’t imagine what kind of stuff he’d do to someone he was hunting or keeping as a toy. You’d definitely take something that made you feel pleasure rather than pain.

“I’ll just get some tests taken care of while your medicine starts to kick in. If you’re a good little patient for me and you do as I say, your checkup will go just fine. It won’t hurt a bit, I promise~”

Somehow, you doubted that. Still, you would play this game and follow the rules. With big doe eyes, you nodded.

“Yes, Sir”

“That’s a good girl~”

You watched him carefully from your cot, not having a clue what was in store. Marko traced his fingers along the many tools, thinking about what he wanted to use next. To your relief, he picked the stethoscope first, securing it in place before use. You could handle him listening to your heartbeat. Then again, you knew it was just for show since his superhuman senses let him hear without the tools.

“This may be a little bit cold to the touch,” he warned before pressing the chest piece against your skin. He smirked at how you winced from the sensation. It wasn’t cold, it was frigid. Fucker probably put it on ice before bringing you in here.

You trembled as he listened closely, taking his sweet time. When he pulled away, he tutted and shook his head in disappointment.

“Oh dear. Your heart rate is far too slow, beautiful. I really must do something about that”

You watched with anticipation as he turned back to his display of tools. That curiosity swiftly turned into fear when he grabbed a pristine-looking scalpel. Marko had quite a love for everything sharp and scary, meaning it was just his style. You shuddered as he held the scalpel to your face. The flat edge was gliding against your cheek, so teasingly close to hurting you if he decided at any point to change the angle.

While he traced the tool down to your throat, he used the other hand to position his stethoscope to your heart again. It was pumping faster and faster with every vein he teased. Such fear put him in quite a happy mood.

“That’s much better! Gotta keep your blood pumpin’ nice and fast~” he chirped. Marko tugged the stethoscope off his ears before pulling the scalpel away from your body. God, you were so easy to terrify, and he was obsessed with it.

You figured he would have put the scalpel down but were soon proven wrong when he used the sharp instrument to slice the fabric of your shirt. A chill in the air hit your bare skin, yet your face burned from how your breasts were exposed to the vampire. He was licking his lips from how perky the temperature made your nipples look.

“Let’s do a quick breast exam to make sure nothing’s wrong, dear”

You highly doubted he was doing such a thing for the sake of breast cancer awareness. Still, you sighed when he ran his hands over your body. He massaged the skin, fingertips nudging at your nipples as he moved your breasts in his gloved hands. The material was foreign to your senses, but Marko knew how to make you feel good.

“Everything’s normal, but you do require a bit of….stimulation~”

Marko immediately went for two long, metallic clamps that were on the tray. He gave you a toothy grin as he snapped them like a crab with its claws. You knew exactly where those were going, but it didn’t make it any less intimidating. Without hesitation, he pinched them both against your nipples, earning quite a shriek from you as a result.

“AAHHH!! FUCK!” you cried. It was such a tight fit and the sensation overwhelmed your body. All Marko could do was laugh at your reaction.

“Awwww baby’s soooo sensitive. I’ll have to make note of that in your chart~”

It seemed like he had every possible medical-themed joke ready at the drop of a hat. And you thought Paul was the ham of the group.

While you were so hyper-focused on the pressure of the clamps on your body, Marko was far from done with over-stimulating you. Once again with the use of his scalpel, he cut open the fabric of your panties, ruining the material and leaving you completely naked and vulnerable below him. Between the restraints and the massive light he was using, you felt like a helpless little bug under a microscope.

Though your brain was still racked with the sensation of fear and uncertainty, a new feeling was slowly overcoming you. The shot Marko had given you was finally starting to kick in, and the coolness of the room was overpowered by an excruciating heat. Your breathing became hitched and the familiar feeling of slick, wetness was growing in between your legs.

You always got turned on when it came to sex with Marko, but now it felt like you would go crazy without him touching you. Between that and everything else he’d done to play Doctor, your body was positively overwhelmed with desire.

“Oh, great! Looks like you reacted very well to your shot! That means we can move on to your main procedure~"

“Wh….what pr-procedure…?” you asked. Your speech was slightly slurred from the medicine taking over you.

Marko kept his eyes on you as he adjusted the lower part of the cot. Two metal bars popped out, which you recognized immediately. Being a grown woman, you had enough annual pap smears to know what was coming next.

“Why, your pelvic exam, of course~” he smiled.

Marko unlatched the bindings around your ankles and brought your legs up into the stirrups. Unlike a regular doctor’s office, there were straps that he snapped in place in order to keep you from moving your legs. You shuddered as he caressed your bare legs with his gloved fingers. It was hard to tell what was going on in that twisted head of his.

You carefully watched him as he went for a new tool on the tray. Pathetic whimpers fell from your mouth as he picked up a device that looked a lot like one of the spurs from David’s boots. Seeing you so frightened put a sinister smile on Marko’s face. He gave the pinwheel a little tap before bringing it down just under your belly button.

“Shhhhh don’t fret, beautiful. Just gotta…test the nerves~”

You would have rolled your eyes if you weren’t so overwhelmed with the prickly sensation of the spikes grazing your skin. Marko rolled it down your stomach, over your groin, and by the lips of your pussy. It made your legs tremble in the stirrups. It didn’t hurt, it was just incredibly intense. Such a small toy had you in such a mess.

The straps held you in place on the cot. You could be quite squirmy whenever the two of you got together for playtime. He always said you wiggling around got him hot and bothered, and feeling the sharpness of the pinwheel certainly got you moving.

Once he was done and satisfied It finally felt like you could relax again. Still, he was nowhere near done with you. Marko tugged the light down so he could see your lower body better. He ran his tongue over his lips, looking positively ravenous at such a sight. It made you blush being leered at in such a way.

“You’re so ready for me, I don’t even need to get out the lube. I guess I can go ahead and give you a thorough examination~”

He gave the end of his glove another snap before going to work. One hand was pressed against your belly while the other moved downward to let the fingers slip inside you. This was nothing like any doctor’s appointment you ever had before. He wasn’t rubbing you to check if you were healthy, he was purposely teasing your sweet spots. The way his fingers curled and caressed you practically took your breath away.

“Ooooh myyyy~” you sighed, head falling back against the cot. Your mate was just as talented at giving you pleasure as he was inducing pain. He chuckled softly as he fingered you, clearly satisfied with how he had you acting.

“Yeah my sweet little patient loves her treatments, doesn’t she~?” he purred. His fingers pumped faster now, moving at an inhuman pace. It had you practically screaming out your pleasure.

Of course, Marko was still just as devious as ever. He wouldn’t let you get off that easily. Without any warning, he ceased his motions and slipped his fingers out of you. It left your cunt feeling empty and neglected, clenching around nothing now.

When you understandably started pouting, he only shook his head in amusement. Such a devious little monster.

“Poor little thing! You don’t look so good…”

Marko took the hand that was on your belly before and moved it over your cheek, his thumb running across your lip nice and slow. You wanted his hands all over your body, but you couldn’t find the words to express it. Instead, you simply pouted and stared with big, pretty eyes.

Your mate kept his eyes locked on you as he used the other hand to unbutton his pants. He was as hard as a rock for you, obviously turned on from what a mess you were turning into. It made you practically drip with need.

“I better use this to go in nice and deep to get a closer look on the inside. If something is wrong with my sweet little patient, I gotta take care of her~”

A fit of giggles came from you from how lewd his innuendos were. You’d heard of doctors using transducers to go in for an examination, but getting stuffed with Marko’s fat cock was much more enjoyable. He smirked at the expression on your face as he jerked the length in his hand. As he mounted you on top of the cot, your laughter fell silent.

His eyes were glowing the familiar, eerie shade of red. That color meant he was going to be absolutely ruthless with the way he fucked you.

“All tied down and ready for me to use how I want. You really are such a good little patient for Doctor Marko, arentcha~?”

Without any warning, Marko plunged his cock in as deep as he could. Your pussy was stuff absolutely full and it was overwhelming all your senses.

“O-OH! Ooooh God~!!” you cried out. Small tears pricked against your eyes as he pushed you down more into the cot. The wicked grin he showed off only grew wider as he reached down to wipe your tears away. He could pretend as much as he wanted that he didn’t want to see you cry, but the very opposite was true.

It was just a good thing it was more often tears caused by the sheer intensity of how good he made you feel.

“Atta fuckin’ girl. Perfectly tight, a healthy amount of wetness…..and I don’t need to break out the thermometer to know you’re the perfect temperature on the inside~”

You cooed and moaned under him as he plowed you against the cot. With all your might you wanted to break free from the bindings and wrap your arms around him. Get him as close as possible. But you’d let him play his games and ravish your body the way he wanted to.

Marko was scary, intimidating, and highly unpredictable. Yet you couldn’t get enough of him. It was like an addiction.

“Ooooh fuuuuuck me, you’re burning up, baby~” he growled out, hips slapping against your ass with every thrust. He loved fucking you like an animal. Seeing you so helpless and ready for him made his cock twitch. “Maybe I should keep you on bed rest for a while. Run alllll my tests and take good care of my little patient~”

You didn’t doubt him being good on his word to do so. With the way his eyes shined at such an idea, you could already tell he was picturing having you tied down and used over and over for as long as he wanted. Still, the pleasure of his cock pounding away was just so incredible that you didn’t care. Your entire body was on fire, and the only thing that could satisfy it was him.

Marko grabbed hold of your legs and dug his fingers into your thighs as he fucked your pussy. There was no way you could get out of the stirrups, yet he held you to stop such a thing anyway. Under the material of the gloves, you felt his nails digging through, inching their way out to claw at your body.

As your moans mixed together and the room echoed with the sound of wet slaps, your pleasure was building faster and faster. The aphrodisiac he had injected you with was coursing through your veins. It was like gasoline on a fire, making you hotter than ever before. Your tongue hung loose from your mouth and your eyes were glazed over.

It was all such a pretty sight for the blond vampire. He wasn’t going to take his eyes off of you for even a second.

“Markoooo! Ooh Marko, please PLEASE let me c-cum~!!” you cried out. You were a pathetic mess, but you didn’t care. All you wanted was to feel that sweet release.

“Yeah, I bet you want it. Such a slutty little patient, eager to fuck her doctor’s cock like a bitch in heat….ooooh fuck..~” Marko taunted with a growl. “Heh…but that’s okay…mmm…you’re such a pretty little lady…fuck me…I’m happy to give you what you want~”

Marko pushed his hips deeper against you, rutting into you as his cock slammed into your sweet spot. He pushed his hands into yours, fingers entwining and squeezing tight. Even a monster like Marko loved to show some affection while having the roughest, most intense sex possible.

You babbled out pleas without any reason, just desperate for release. It was just so overwhelming that your entire being was screaming for him. By some miracle, he granted such a wish.

“Cum around me, baby. Let it all go and cum, little girl~” he moaned out.

It hit you just seconds after he said that. Your back arched and your nails dug into his hands as your rode out your orgasm. All of your body was shaking and your voice let out the most pathetic screams of ecstasy for Marko. You knew it was like music for the little sadist, and you’d always sing out for him.

“Oooohhh fuck fu-uuuck!!!” you whimpered out.

“Ah shit, gonna cum! GONNA CUM! Uuurgghh~!” Marko growled.

He pushed in as deep as he could physically go, cum shooting out of his dick and filling you to the brim. You were already feverish with desire, but him filling the inside of you with his warmth only made you hotter. It was all you wanted.

You were already unaware of the passage of time since being strapped to the cot, but you were still in the dark as the two of you relaxed together. Your breathing was ragged and your head was spinning in the haze of an afterglow. The look on Marko’s handsome face told you he was experiencing the exact same thing.

When the two of you were able to focus again, you shared a look with one another. He smiled and pulled himself back in to kiss your lips, giving you a taste of tenderness after so much fierceness.

“That’s a good girl….but I got one last thing I need to do~” he purred.

“What?” you asked, still somewhat out of it.

“Gotta draw some blood~”

He didn’t even give you a second to process his words before he flashed his fangs and went in for a deep bite. Your heart raced and your eyes shut as pain rushed to your throat. Marko drank and drank from your neck, taking the blood he loved so much. The taste of the red nectar on his tongue was already making him hard again. You could feel his hips thrusting into you again.

Marko was always one to mix dinner and pleasure.

By the time he was done, you were starting to feel extremely woozy. The mix of being fucked roughly, prodded, examed, and drained was just too much, and the smile you saw on Marko’s face told you he loved seeing you in such a state.

“Don’t worry, dear. Doctor Marko is far from done with you~”

You weren’t entirely sure when you had finally passed out from the session with Marko. He had tested so many different tools on you and ravished your body like a man possessed. All the while, you took it with sheer desire, up until the medicine wore off.

By that point, you were clearly out for the count, and Marko finally unstrapped you from the bindings. You faded in and out of consciousness as he made some adjustments and carried you bridal style out of the toy room. Never before had you been so ready to sleep in your nest. Thankfully, Marko was feeling merciful, so he tucked you into your bed, helping you get as cozy as possible.

“There you go, beautiful. You’re gonna be on strict bedrest after all that, okay~?” he purred. You smiled at him from under the covers, feeling exhausted, but quite blissful. “I even have a treat for you since you took that like a champ!”

You were curious as he went searching in the pocket of the lab coat. After a bit of searching, he held out a surprise. A bright red lollypop.

“Here ya go! Good girls get a treat for being good patients,” he smiled. It made you giggle with delight seeing him still act in character for the aftercare as well. You were more than happy to take the treat, slipping the sweet candy in between your lips.

Satisfied, Marko leaned down to kiss your forehead. With a soft nuzzle against your hair, he whispered sweetly to you.

“Love you, baby. I’ll always take care of you”

#the lost boys #tlb #my fic #marko the lost boys #marko x reader #female reader #reader insert #Nsft #Smut

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haunted-plush · 4 months ago

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LAST QUESTION I PROMISE if the answer to the previous ask is no then you're comfortable maybe I could ask if you got more nsfw headcanons of Matqueen? 👉🏻👈🏻 if you don't want to answer that here it's ok I'll understand, again the fic is great love it 10/10

Oooooo yesyesyesyes for SURE. I think about this a LOT because I'm a frisky little kitty lmao

Lightning: before he realized he's gay and while he's still living in the spotlight and dealing with substance abuse and depression, he went through women like used tissues. He had a new girlfriend every other week, and he pretty much treated sex with them like any other vice he used to escape from his own thoughts. It was never really fulfilling, and was never the kind of guy to look at their faces or groan out their names. Once it was over he was usually annoyed if they decided to stick around his house, but not enough to say anything.

After he spent the night with Mater [and his dick] he thought "yeah okay maybe I was doing it wrong" and honestly after that point he started to feel fulfilled by sex and find joy in it, exploring his kinks and preferences. He figured out from the very first time he had sex with Mater that he realllly liked being told he was doing a good job.

Yeah he's a praise kink haver for SURE. Tell him he's a good boy or anything along those lines and he's putty in your hands. He also learns that he gets a thrill from doing risqué activities in public, and having sex in semi public places, like when he grabbed Mater's hand while they were in the mall and rushed him to one of the stall bathrooms to suck his dick.

There's a weird state of mind he goes into sometimes where he like... gets stupid [there's a name for it but I don't remember what it is] when he gets horny and it's hard for him to form sentences and such, which for sure doesn't happen all the time but it definitely happens a lot [one time he was cockwarming Mater while they sat on the couch playing video games and his brain was MUSH and he kept losing lmao]

He's a sub for sure, [although not the subbiest sub to ever sub] but he doesn't always have to bottom. They like to mix it up with the positions and who's doing what. Anyway I've rambled enough about Lightning so now it's time for:

Mater: definitely charmed by Lightning's pretty boy nature and attitude from the start, and he was exited when Lightning went in for the kiss but confused when he ran away. He knew it was Lightning's first time bottoming so he tried to be gentle that night, which he was pretty good at all things considered. He would've been fine with being Lightning's one night stand just there to try out gay sex, but he was thrilled when it turned out he *did* want to keep being with him [hooray!!]

He gets flustered when Lightning flirts with him, Lightning will throw out a line at him and he has absolutely no idea what to say, going red and maybe pulling his hat down and shuffling his boot [it's adorable]. But when they're alone together he's *very* good at initiating, they'll be watching a movie together on the couch and he just puts a hand on Lightning’s thigh, and it's alllll over from that point lmao

They both get... *antsy* when they go a long time without seeing each other, which kind of happens a lot, and one time Mater didn't even know how badly he wanted to see him until they met up again after maybe a few months, they were at some kind of event so he still had to wait a little while, but the second he could he dragged McQueen’s ass to his truck and they got busy right there in the backseat.

Another way they like to try and bridge the distance between them when Lightning is away is for Lightning to call him on the phone, and usually the later and night the more horny the reason for calling lmao. Mater will talk to him and hear the cute sounds he makes as he listens to him getting off on his voice. He likes to picture him in his mind during those calls and likes how easily he can get him off without even being there

He doesn't ever call him, since he doesn't like to be a bother, but sometimes he goes through his phone for pictures of him. Most of the time he prefers physical photos, which he makes sure get taken while Lightning visits or when he visits him

Somehow they figured out that he's got a thing for being kidnapped, so there's that. Every once in a while they'll do the old tie-him-up-threaten-him-with-a-knife-ride-his-dick roleplay. It tends to be on the non-con side but they have safewords and make sure they're both all good afterward.

Speaking of, Mater is the KING of aftercare. This man will clean you up, offer you his clothes, his shower, anything you need, then spoon with you to your heart's content as you fall asleep. He will also cook you a delicious ass breakfast when you wake up... he's so loving and nice oh my god

Anyway I could go on and on but I've been yapping long enough... hope you liked the headcanons anon!!! X3

#garf answers #matqueen #lightning x mater

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shinyphoenix · 17 days ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for tagging me @eternallaughter! I also wouldn't consider myself a fic writer. I am a fic reader and a fic imaginer who very occasionally actually wrangles one out of her brain onto the page (screen).

There are some spoilers in the tags and descriptions of some of my fics for some media so proceed with caution.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

14! I'm shocked the number is that high every time.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

20,547

El you have over double my wordcount with fewer than half my fics haha. Sigh, the only ideas I ever finish/post are the short ones.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Kind of none right now. I always have things floating around in my head and notes apps but I wouldn't say I'm actively writing any of them right now. Though I do want to finish my ... 3? Yuumori wips because they actually have promise and I want to read them finished *sob*.

The ones I've published for are Yuumori, Pokemon SWSH, K (Project), and Binan Koukou Chikyuu Boueibu LOVE!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Eight Note (Rated G, KBNZ, 607 words, stream-of-consciousness cat-POV retelling of a really fantastic longer fic written by a friend, Pokemon SWSH)

4. Blushies and Plushies (Rated T, KBNZ, 1,796 words, shopping pre-relationship drabble thingy (they're all drabbles), Pokemon SWSH)

3. The Lion And The House Cat (Rated T, Mikorei, 1,605 words, exchange fic for the prompt "AU where Reisi has a pet cat who doesn't like Mikoto very much", K)

2. Study Tree (Rated T, Mikorei, 2,473 words, .... inspired by a scene from Gilmore Girls, but definitely not one you'd expect..., K) I am too embarrassed to reread this one and I'm so glad I wrote Stag Night because this was #1 for a WHILE

Stag Night (Rated T, Sherliam, 686 words, inspired by the stag night scene from BBC Sherlock, Moriarty the Patriot)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes if I check and they don't get buried under responses to my comments on other fics that I forget to mark as read. No if they get buried or I forget the inbox exists (it happens alllll the time).

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Phone Calls is the one (1) MCD fic I've written so... probably that? It's either that or Mirror, Tell Me Something which is an angsty character-study thing. (or we can say Tale as Old as Time which is angsty because the last part published was angsty and also because I will never finish it)

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Eighth Note because Stagger is happy with two dads.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I don't think so. Thankfully. No one should get hate on their fics.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I have posted a vague-masturbation fic, but other than that smut hasn't crossed over from the WIP world (yet. That Fibonacci sequence, man...)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I write things inspired by other things and imagine a TON of AUs, but I don't write crossovers, no.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, and I hope not.

12. Have you had a fic translated?

Someone translated Stag Night into Russian!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. My sister and I have MANY stupid crack fic ideas that we are "definitely going to write one day" though...

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Gut reaction is Mikorei because they were my first crazy-hyperfixation OTP and I'll always have a special place for them... But I can't really decide, otherwise.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but you doubt you ever will?

Most of them? T_T

16. What are your writing strengths ?

Grammar probably. And the fact that I read a lot so I know (theoretically) what sounds good

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing anything that isn't That One Scene that I thought of .

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I'm not fluent in any language other than English so I won't write in any other languages. I will use honorifics though. I have nothing against it in other people's writing (I greatly appreciate if they translate it in the end notes)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Binan Koukou Chikyuu Boueibu LOVE! (baby's first fandom has a new movie coming out soon woo!)

20. Favorite fic you have ever written?

I want to say Stag Night and Phone Calls, but those could just be the ones I've reread the most post-publishing so it's exposure bias. But I think I like all of my fics except for Study Tree XD.

I get stressed out tagging people for tag things, but consider yourself tagged if you see this and want to do it!

#opening ao3 on my computer and not intending to publish anything is such a weird experience haha #apparently that's the only time I open fandom stuff on my computer rather than my phone?#my posts #omg I did a tag game #that'll be my tag for tag games if I remember #which I won't because the next time I actually do one will be in 10 years

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carsonian · 1 year ago

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Cap-IM Rec Week: Wonderous Wednesday

@cap-ironman, happy Wednesday:

"do you fondue?" by calciseptine (@calciseptinefic)

Tony has done crazy things in the name of food, but falling in love with Steve Rogers really takes the cake.

The layers to this... the layers... it's a stack of pancakes. I know you thought I was gonna say onion but NO. Pancakes. Delicious, fluffy pancakes. Just like in the fic!

"front row seats" series by Annie D (scaramouche) (@no-gorms)

A Steve/Tony series that follows one of the branching timelines set up by Avengers: Endgame.

This is the ADCU: Annie D Cinematic Universe, and buddy? It's everything you could ever want. Shenanigans are shenaning. Reader experience is RAW serotonin shots over knowing who interloper "Grant" is. So much rubbing hands together all villainous and going "ha ha ha" at the antics. Annie D made sure the whole circus came together for this one, and boy oh boy is it a hoot!

"such a devotion of the heart" by drunkonwriting (@queenerdloser)

Persuasion AU. Tony is a disillusioned heir on the outs with his wealthy, spend-thrift father, trying to finish his master's degree so he can work on engineering instead of joining the House of Lords. When he has to return home to prepare his family house to be rented, he doesn’t expect the new tenants to be Bucky Barnes and his new wife - old friends of Tony’s spurned ex-fiancé, Captain Steve Rogers. Tony, still heart-broken over their falling out, has no intention of meeting Captain Rogers again if he can help it. Captain Rogers has other plans.

WIP and an AWESOMELY written WIP. The worldbuilding is rich and chunky and filled with delicious little nuggets. Every character slots into perfect place. Alllll the Persuasian AUs please and thank you.

"we pick ourselves undone" by laramara (@commandersteverogers)

It might appear that award-winning surgeon Tony Stark, the head of neurosurgery at Shield Hospital, well and truly has his life together. Now if he could only figure out how to tell people that his father, world class neurosurgeon Howard Stark, is locked away in a nursing home with Alzheimer’s, devise a way to get Chief Fury off his back for good, and work out what the hell he’s going to do about the weird on-again-off-again thing he has going with the head of cardio, he’d finally have everything sorted.

I've recced this before so I won't go into it too much here but rest assured it's a BANGING good time.

"You Gave Me A Home" by Moonrose001

Since Registration passed on and Sentinels started guarding the streets instead of superheroes, the USA has come to resemble Dystopia more than an united country. A young group of masked teenagers are fighting back the undemocratic and unconstitutional ways, lead by Captain America. And Steve Rogers is a handsome, but awkward student leading a double life. He is also head and heels in love with Tony Stark, the son of the government's arms dealer.

I read this soooo long ago, before I got into Steve/Tony, and I couldn't locate it for the longest motherfucking time! So happy to have found it again and to be able to recommend it because boy oh boy is this a ride, and golly gee, if the view at the peak ain't the best one you ever seen! This is the apex of what fanfiction can be--someone with genuinely fascinating ideas taking the best of one universe and implanting it into a new one. I thoroughly, thoroughly enjoyed this.

"Ad Astra per Aspera" by MonstrousRegiment and Pangea

It’s safe to say most people get off on the wrong foot with Tony Stark, but it’s also safe to say Steve Rogers makes a conscious effort to get along with everyone, and people might think one tendency compensates the other one and equilibrium is achieved. A neutral ground. That’s not what happens. Or, the story of how Tony Stark and Steve Rogers met and fell in love. A space opera with a lot of cursing, a lot of drinking, and a little bit of singing.

SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE! What more needs to be said? Yeah, that's what I thought.

And that's all the wonder I got this Wednesday!

Go forth: SteveTony lovers, fuckers, ambassadors, champions, perverts, freaks, losers, dreamers, legends! Read, re-read, kudo, comment, spread legs and spread love.

#cutting this way too close #thank u timezones for the help #capimrecweek #wonderous wednesday #stevetony #fic recs #stevetony fic recs

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bakedbakermom · 1 month ago

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sorry theres so many but i genuinely want tko know alllll your answers and it was too hard to pick! so for the ask game: 5, 18, 19, 40, 46, 58, 66, 85, 91 💜💙🩵

hoo-boy, wifey, this is quite a list! from this list.

5. have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate when you could have been actually writing and if yes drop a link, son

this is actually not something i do. i find music really distracting most of the time when i'm trying to write, and crafting playlists (or mixed tapes, as we used to call them) is something i haven't done in a long time. maybe someday.

18. what is your most and least favorite part of writing?

my favorite part is when the rest of the world falls away and it's just and my characters, and i can type with my eyes closed because i am so deep in whatever is unfolding inside my head. least favorite is every moment that isn't happening lol.

19. what are some books or authors that influenced your style the most?

i read anything and everything. i am a book magpie. unfortunately this makes it REALLY hard to pick any individual author or work as an influence. it's like i've woven into my soul everything i've ever read and it just comes out wherever it wants. i will say that i love transcendentalist poetry and that sort of synesthesia of imagery tends to work its way into everything.

40. best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.

i posted "Enough" last year after more than 20 years away from fic. a few weeks ago i got a comment from someone (👀) saying they had come back and read it again and again over the course of the year. that one has stuck with me and i am seriously considering printing it out and putting it in my wallet.

also when i'm writing horrible angst and people are like "OMFG I HATE YOU THIS HURT SO MUCH. i love it, please hurt me again."

46. what time are you the most productive when it comes to writing?

afternoons. tummy full of lunch, caffeine at full effect, duties and responsibilities of the morning taken care of so my mind is free to wander and bloom. i also do most of my brain storming at night while reading in bed, like half my mind is occupied by the story i'm reading and the other half is picking through the brambles of whatever i'm trying to write. (i'm also usually a little stoned at this time, which helps.)

58. what is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were writing it?

whether a particular sex toy my characters were using actually existed. (it does not. i am sad.)

66. when have you felt the most confident in your writing?

absolutely never lol. i am a jumble of self-doubt and nerves at all times. which is why feedback is so damn important. nothing combats imposter syndrome like a friend taking your face in their hands and gazing into your eyes and saying, "you done good." i don't necessarily believe it, but it's nice to hear anyway.

85. what would be on a moodboard for your current wip(s)?

porn. artsy, black and white, slow and smokey PORN.

91. how has your writing style changed over the years?

i like to think i've gotten better at censoring myself less, become less afraid of really diving into the dark. i basically write smut and angst, both of which take me to places i used to be super uncomfortable exploring. sex and intense emotions? oh dear, no, i'm too irish-catholic for that. it's actually been really good for me to let go and truly understand that i can go to these places and bring back something worthwhile, without getting lost forever.

#thank you so much for the ask!#asked and answered #fanfic writer ask game #re: 40 i didn't notice the username at first and fell in love with the comment on sight. then realizing it was you was the icing on top.#wife

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seven-stars-in-his-palm · 9 months ago

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hiiiiii, coming in here asking if you got any tips for possibly writing ford getting drunk and just generally how to write such a thing? I really want to have him do that in my next Forduary fic that I'm writing but I don't know where to start since I've never had a lick of alcohol and idk what my headcanons for him about this will lie, ie. whether he'd be a lightweight, whether he'd have drunk alcohol before this fic or how he acts under the influence (he'd be buzzed to tipsy most of the fic besides the end end, if that helps). for context, I was thinking he was going mad trying not to think of Stan on his 30th birthday and eventually caves in to drink some cheap whiskey from the convenience store while doing errands to forget. if you have tips or fics where that happens I can reference or even just headcanons about Ford and alcohol, I'd gladly take it, but it's alright if you don't. feel free to take this to discord but also answer this ask privately if you would.

man im gonna be honest with u i havent drunk a lick of alcohol either 😔 i just bullshit it most of the time and have gotten oddly good at it lately. i can, however, give you tips n tricks to make it seem like you do. and headcanons too--those go first ;)

(also please take this with a grain of salt as i too haven't drunk alcohol regularlu to know my shit. this all just research and thoughts on this specific situation. thoughts below the cut ! please dont come at me)

first off u gotta figure out the basics: adding the character + alcohol together; what would it do? i see ford as a "drinks to forget the outside world" type of drunkard. he's blissfully ignorant but still has the wired anguish within him, resulting into... a lot of feelings. he tasted it young, but didnt get Into It until the paranoia stint when taste didnt matter anymore and al he wanted was a decent depressant. however he can hold liquor very well, which is a problem considering the purpose, and has to drink a lotttt to achieve what he wants to the point he could get addicted. those are things you can make up yourself and therefore pretty easy: but actual facts? those are harder. here's some i've learned:

- there's a hugeeee difference between hard alcohol and a drink that happens to be laced in alcohol. for one, hard alcohol is served in small glasses/shot glasses while other drinks can be served on pretty much anything (but still small). an easier to understand real world example would be this: someone could, say, have seven shirley temples (an alcoholic beverage) without being incapacitated, but seven shots of vodka will at minimum knock you unconsious. five glasses of wine could do shit to you but five shots of whiskey will GET you. you gotta know what your character's drinking. pick a type you know and research if you must.

- hard alcohol has no taste. again, big diffence between these types. if anything it burns because, well, have you felt alcohol placed on ur skin while getting a shot or placed in a wound? that shit burns and it wont be any different down ur throat. if there js a taste you're barely gonna notice. alcoholics dont drink for taste--they've got more sinister shit goin' on.

- you gotta know what your character has. is it a regular small glass you'd see in a movie or a shot glass he takes from over and over? is he drinking from the bottle directly? how often is he taking a drink? is it bourbon? whiskey? vodka? rum? they alllll do different shit. you gotta KNOW (sorry if im repeating, but this is crucial)

- there are different types of addicts. there are binge drinkers, alcohol abusers, alcohol dependant (theres a difference), and u gotta.research which one u wanna portray. i say ford's an abuser: he has a somewhat consious level of what he drinks, but still doesnt stop because--well, its either being drunk off your rocker or having to succumb to Reality, which in this case, is genuinely dangerous (Bill.)

- there are also a lot of different symptoms, depending on the dosage. here's some ive screenshotted from a post a while ago:

so that's something. also, here's some sites thatcould help:

how to write drunk speech

a page in the CDC about alcohol and beer

a page on the national institution of health about alcohol (really nice, gives you a lotof the basics)

and the australian alcohol and drug association

also i will say that if it werent for bill, ford's relationship with alcohol would likely be very different and probably healthier tbh--again, it differs on why your character drinks, related to trauma or not. sometimes, they just do, and there's nothing you can do about it--but there's usually a reason when it comes 2 fiction. the point: know ur shit even if ur gonna be vague, and if u can help it, name names when it matters. dont say "he drank a shot of alcohol" say he "took a shot of whiskey" and such-like. look up what kind of hard alcohols there are and understand what would be on hand if ford were to get his hands on some of this stuff. i hope this helped, and good luck on forduary! <3

#add it to the bible #hath are perceived #gravity falls

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astridthevalkyrie · 1 year ago

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major spoilers for crossroads!!!

the part of me that hates happiness really needs to know how levi was after we died. like what were his thoughts. we got fucking married the night before and specifically never told him “i love you” because he requested to say it first. he was ready to drop his dreams at a dime for us. he finally, finally decided that-fuck it- life’s too short not to show how much he cares. and it turns out that our life was much shorter than he thought. if he decided to stay with us and fight instead of going after zeke like erwin requested we would still be alive. not only that, he got away in the end. he probably knew we were dead on that field before he came back out for us. did he wait cause he was scared? if he did do you think he feels guilty like it’s his fault?

and my biggest question yet; how could you write this as the ending? don’t get me wrong, it’s probably the best ending you could’ve done BY FAR. it’s so sad yet so realistic for that world. we didn’t think we’d make it till the end right? i’m more of talking about the writing itself. cause i don’t think i could go without the happy ending.

and now that i think about it what a place to end it. we didn’t see the ocean, we didn’t make up with our mother, we didn’t get to know the truth of the world, to see the world. and we just got to a place where we were happy with ourself. you ma’am, are a creative genius. i started reading this series like 2 years ago when you were still updating it consistently. stopped reading cause i wanted to watch it beforehand so i could have context. never actually watched aot until about a week ago. remembered your fic, started to read it. and now i’m a sobbing mess who has been pacing around in my room all night like a lunatic pondering the heartbreak of a pretty anime man cause i want someone to grieve for me as much as i’m sure he does in your story. hands down one of th best fics i’ve ever read. thank you for making it

thank you for the spoiler warning! even though it's been out for a while i really appreciate it just in case someone's on my page for the first time <33

levi is a mess. obviously the final chapter will be alllll about him going through the motions as plot things keep happening. it's like, everything you said. he realized life was too short, but he still never heard the magic three words from her, and he never said them to her either. and hahahahahahahaaaaa yes, in the end, her death in hindsight could very much have been avoided if he'd stayed and fought with her, with little to no difference in outcome since zeke got away in the end. he might have even had some support during the serum debacle. who would reader want the injection to go to, i wonder?

as for why he waited, yeah—he very much knew she was dead. she was up against 25 titans and on her last set of swords. he left her knowing she was gonna die, and pretty quickly at that. what's funny is that...if she didn't engage and just kinda stood there, the titans wouldn't have gone for her. zeke's order to the titans is "rip him to pieces!" they were only after levi, none of them even try to eat her, more like just bat her out of the way. of course if she hadn't fought them, levi would have way more to deal with and would either have died or at the very least been overwhelmed enough that catching up to zeke would be impossible.

levi doesn't regret his choices. that's what erwin taught him. but how long can that last when even erwin isn't there to remind him of it? he's guilty. he's beyond guilty. but what he regrets isn't the final moments, after all, those were her choices. it might be those sneaky confessions he never verbalized that he's more agonized over.

reader's story is.....completely cut short. she doesn't see her mom or millie again, doesn't get to tell levi she loves him, doesn't get to see the outside world or even find out about it. she never even finds out why annie did what she did! and i'm really, really glad you think it's a good ending to the story despite all that. (of course, we're not done yet, but reader's journey definitely ends here.)

it wasn't always 100% the plan. when i posted the original Superior oneshot, i had a backstory forming in my head, and then a loose canonverse plotline. i'd love to say that there was a story i wanted to tell that everything was built around, but honestly all my favorite moments just appeared in my head, and the story formed around them. if someone is curious i can delve into alternate endings i thought of, at least one of them is pretty wild LMAO. but by the time i started summer rain her death was sealed since i had to start setting it up.

the FACT. that you read my silly little story before watching aot. means the whole WORLD to me. rest assured the pretty anime man loves you in that story and every other one. thank you sosososo much, i hope you liked watching the show too! thank you so much for the kind words <3

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