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finntheehumaneater · 3 months

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Hiiiiii! Idk if you’re still taking asks or not but I was hoping you’d do “I’m sick of being useless” and “shit, are you bleeding!?” with Steddie and mainly Steve angst. I thrive on Steve angst lol

And if not that always fine to! Feel free to ignore :)

I did a thing!! Yay!! And I feel like this was kind of more…Wayne & Steve and less Steve/Eddie, but….i hope you like it :)

(all links to writing prompts are in my pinned post, but just know that it might take me a while to write the prompt since I’m a very busy person 🩵)

TW: mentions of blood, needles, and past head-trauma

Steve knew that the blood was dripping down onto the carpet, but he couldn’t bring it in himself to care. He would clean it out when he didn’t feel moments away from blacking out.

He was in the Munson’s trailer. Wayne had given him a spare key after the first time he had dragged himself over here—‘82, after the demogorgon. That was before he had known Eddie lived there with him, back when Eddie went out almost every night and hung out with his friends until early morning.

He was waiting in the living room while Wayne rifled through the bathroom, trying to find the first aid kit he kept there. His hands were shaking and he couldn’t breathe. Everything hurt. He could hardly feel his face anymore.

And, because his luck was shit, as always—the front door clicked open, letting in the glow from the streetlight drifting over his shoes before it was closed again. He kept looking down, not wanting to face Eddie right now. Not like this. He was going to be met with pity.

But maybe it wasn’t Eddie. Maybe it was the lady that hung out with Wayne to smoke. She came over sometimes, right? What was her name? Clara? She wasn’t much younger than Steve, but Wayne seemed to be fond of her.

“Stevie? Shit, are you bleeding?” A voice whispered, soft and quiet, like Steve was some kind of spooked animal. He crumpled at that, barely holding back a sob, and the guilty feeling got even worse when he heard Wayne call from the bathroom—not that far away since the trailer was small—“hold on, kid, I got it. It’s okay, I’m coming.”

He felt a hand on his shoulder pushing him onto the couch, rough and calloused as it slid over his arm, but it was from age rather than wear, like Eddie’s hands.

Steve’s eyes were squeezed shut, but he could feel Wayne sitting next to him, their knees touching slightly from how he must have been turned. “Gonna need stitches, kid.”

“Stevie—“ he heard Eddie whisper again, panic creeping into his voice.

He couldn’t have looked that bad, could he? He knew his lip was split, and he probably had a black eye…maybe a cut or two on his face that were deeper than he liked, but…not that bad, right…?

“Not now, Eds. Go wait in the kitchen.”

“Wayne—“

“Eddie—“

“He can stay,” Steve breathed out, opening his eyes. The lights felt too bright now. Everything was blurry. “Please, he can—he can stay.”

Wayne sighed, and he felt someone quickly walk over, a hand immediately wrapped around his too tight, but Steve didn’t comment. He knew Eddie got weird at the sight of blood. Always had—it was hard to believe he hadn’t passed out after what happened with Chrissy and…everything else.

“M’gonna be okay,” Steve whispered, and it was hard to even get the words out with how tight his throat felt. “Don’t worry about me, Eds, M’gonna be alright.”

“I know,” Eddie whispered back, his grip loosening on Steve’s hand. “Wayne’s gonna take care of you, yeah? A-and I will, too. Can stay here until you're better.”

Getting the stitches wasn’t as hard as he thought it would be. His face was mostly numb, but he could still feel the needle going in and out and it made him feel even more light headed. He could see Eddie faintly until Wayne told him to close his eyes again, and the poor boy looked worse than Steve felt.

“Eds,” Steve muttered. “You don’t have to watch.”

“I, uh…” Eddie trailed off, his voice shaking.

“Eddie,” Wayne said quietly.

“Hm?”

“Go and clean up the bathroom from when I was looking’ for the kit. Make sure the shower’s decent so Steve can get in afterwards. Gotta keep the stitches dry for a bit so you’ve gotta help him wash.”

“Yeah, alright,” Eddie breathed, sounding slightly reluctant but happy to excuse himself.

After a few moments of silence, Wayne spoke up again. The couch was slightly uncomfortable at Steve’s back from sitting so long. “He looked faint. And he ain’t even then one gettin’ the damn things. You’re doin’ good so far, son.”

“Thanks,” Steve choked out, breathing in shakily before trying to relax his face for Wayne again. His fingers dug into his thighs.

“I’d say that I’d help wash you so that Eds doesn’t fuck it up,” Wayne continued, and Steve hoped he was almost done with the stitches. “But I don’t think you would like that all that much.”

“I’d be fine,” Steve whispered, nearly going to shake his head in protest before remembering what was happening and staying still. He didn’t want to sound ungrateful for the help, but he did want Eddie to do it. It wasn’t like Eddie hadn’t seen him naked before.

Once the stitches were done, he tried not to touch them, even though he wanted to. He was finally getting some feeling back into his face, and it hurt.

“You wanna tell me what happened, Steve?” Wayne asked gently, running his hand over Steve’s arm for a moment before pulling away.

“I don’t…I don’t remember,” and that wasn’t exactly a lie. He remember punching and maybe some crying on his part, but everything else was gone. He really hoped he wasn’t dying. The doctors from his last hospital visit had advised to stay away from fights in case his head got hit. And his head had definitely gotten hit before. He remember the panic right afterward. How everything titled sideways and he fell, scrambling to get up before someone kicked at him.

“Need help getting to the shower?”

“Hm?”

“The shower, kid,” Wayne asked.

“No, I can walk. Thanks, though.”

Eddie helped him wash off, keeping out from under the spray of water while he sat on the side and scrubbed gently with a washcloth. Steve hated every second of it. But he also didn’t. He didn’t want Eddie to have to do this. He could move his arms perfectly fine, but Wayne had asked Eddie to do this, and he wasn’t going to say no to Wayne. He would never say no to Wayne. But at the same time he liked being taken care of like this. It made him feel sick.

“M’sick of being useless,” he whispered, letting his hand fall back against the wall of he shower.

“How do you mean?” Eddie whispered back, his hand stopping and coming to rest gently behind Steve’s neck, slipping through his sweat-damp hair.

“I just—I can do this on my own, you know? But…but I don’t hate this, and…and it makes me feel horrible…”

“Oh, Steve…” Eddie whispered, and Steve opened his eyes, watching the way that Eddie’s eyebrows pressed together, sympathy seeping into his expression.

“It doesn’t make you useless to ask for help, okay? You wanna finish up in here and then go to bed?”

“I’m not staying—“

“Oh, you are,” Eddie insisted. “If you think I’m letting you drive back like this you’re dead-wrong, sweetheart. Plus, I don’t think Wayne will let you leave, anyways. And I could read to you if your head doesn’t hurt too much? I think we could finish the book tonight.”

Steve bit back a smile, nodding slightly. “Yeah, sure.”

Eddie went back to washing him in silence, but it only lasted a moment before he spoke again, his voice more quiet and firm. “You know I love you, right? And I really don’t mind doing this, if that’s what you’re worrying about.”

“I know. I love you too,” And if that didn’t feel so natural to say, Steve didn’t know what did.

“I know,” Eddie whispered, poking him in the side gently in a way that made Steve smile. “Just relax for a bit, okay? Lemme finish up and then I’ll get you dressed.”

Steve forced himself to take a breath, turning to face Eddie a bit more so that he could reach better. He smiled a bit wider so that Eddie knew he really was listening, even though it didn’t look like it. “Okay.”

#Don’t know how I feel about this one but….#I didn’t have it in me to re-write it again lmao #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddie fic #steve x eddie #Finn writes #My writing #My fic #Wayne Munson #Ask fics

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khaleesa · 9 months

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Writing prompts: 11!

I haven't written a word since I finished Guidance Counseling, but this prompt ("just once") finally inspired me! Thank you for submitting it! And thanks to @bratanimus for giving it a once-over. <3

Tomorrowland

The rocketship slide, layered with decades of chipped paint and rust, would've been a better vantage point to watch the Creel house for the signal, but Chrissy couldn't bring herself to approach it. Eddie, on the other hand, thundered up the metal slide like an overgrown boy showing off on the playground--which was probably exactly what he was doing. Goofball. She had no such urge and was drawn instead to the ramshackle picnic table tucked beneath the sheltering canopy of the old sugar maples, near a light post that she hoped to God still worked. It would be dark soon.

In spite of the very serious--not to mention scary--circumstances that brought them here, she felt a smile tug at the corner of her lips as she watched Eddie flail and narrowly avoid falling off the top of the slide when he attempted to crouch beneath the child-sized opening of the rocket. The hatch? It was so weird how they barely knew each other--had never talked before last Friday--but somehow he could make her feel comfortable even in truly uncomfortable situations.

He bumped his forehead on a metal bar, swore, and rubbed it dramatically as he turned to face her.

"Laughing at my misery, Cunningham?" he called down to her. "I knew it--you're a sadist!"

"I am not!" Chrissy retorted, groaning inwardly at how lame that sounded.

They should probably be more quiet; the team inside had planned on absolute silence until the time came to draw out Vecna. Could he hear beyond the dilapidated walls of the old house?

A shudder rippled down Chrissy's spine. She didn't want to think about Vecna yet. It was hard not to, though, with the darkened windows of the run-down house staring like hollow eyes in skeleton faces. She was glad she wasn't looking at them dead-on. She didn't like how they seemed to be fixed on Eddie.

Scary as it was, the Creel house also made her feel heavy with sadness. Once upon a time, it had been pretty. Ladies wearing dresses with puffed sleeves and trailing skirts and hair pinned up in elegant styles had sipped tea in the front parlor, while children in lacy pinafores and knickerbockers played in the garden. Later, in the fifties probably, someone had built the space-age playground. It would've looked a little like Disneyland, with pastel Victorian Main Street, USA perched just around the corner from Tomorrowland. There was nothing magical about this, however--except for back magic. The Unhappiest Place on Earth.

"You okay?"

Chrissy's gaze darted from the house back to the slide, where Eddie stood at the top of the stairs, frozen with that same look of concern that had taken her so much by surprise that day in the forest. You okay? he'd asked then, too. Other people had asked that since she’d started having her episodes--Jason, her friends on the cheer squad--but Eddie was the first one who'd actually seemed to give a damn, to make her feel like maybe she could explain, and maybe he'd get it.

If he hadn't exactly gotten it then, he definitely did now. Chrissy felt just terrible that she'd dragged him into this horror movie that her life had become. Even if he did work awfully hard to make people think he was mean and scary.

He didn't look scary now, though. He just looked…scared. Like he thought her eyes might glaze and she'd start levitating again, and this time…No. More things she didn't want to think about right now.

Maybe she could do what Eddie was so good at. Make him feel comfortable.

She sat up straight--no easy feat on the bowed and off-balance picnic table bench--shoulders back, chin raised, and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm a little offended that you think I'm a sadist."

Eddie barked out a laugh and bounded down the slide steps, skipping a few, and over to the opposite side of the picnic table. He slapped his palms on the surface and leaned forward, eyes dark and gazing down at her. Chrissy had read about men flashing lascivious grins before; now, she finally had a real-life picture of what that meant.

"I didn't say sadism was a bad thing." Eddie's grin somehow grew even wider as he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Did he hear how sharply Chrissy drew in her breath? Could he see the flush that prickled like a sunburn across her cheeks and ears? Thank goodness for the long shadows cast by the sunset, and that the light post over the table still hadn't turned on. She wracked her brain for a clever response, but Eddie leering down at her was too distracting, and she was totally out of her league when it came to knowledge from dirty magazines and movies. Anyway, Eddie seemed thrilled to have rendered her speechless. Somehow, this didn't make her feel dumb, like Jason did when he knew things she didn't. Eddie just got a kick out of scandalizing her, or corrupting her innocence, or something.

And over the last couple of days, Chrissy was learning she got a kick out of being scandalized, or corrupted, or something by Eddie.

The light mood didn't last long. Eddie's grin faded as he trudged around the picnic table to straddle the bench next to her. For a moment, they contemplated the Creel house in silence. Eerie silence; no doves cooed in the tree limbs above, no crickets chirped in the unmowed playground grass. Chrissy was about to comment on how weird this was, when Eddie spoke, a cigarette clenched between his teeth.

"Me and the band…" He trailed away as the lighter snicked and the end of the cigarette flared.

Although Chrissy wasn't a fan of stale, old cigarette smell, she liked fresh smoke. Now, it brought the reassurance that she wasn't the only living thing here, that Eddie was warm and alive beside her. She felt herself shifting a little closer to him, her knee bumping one of his.

Pocketing the lighter, Eddie took a drag, then removed the cigarette to exhale, smoke wreathing him as he went on. "We always talked about having this dump as an album cover. Or shooting a music video here. It's creepy as shit."

Chrissy nodded her agreement. "I feel kind of silly for ever thinking the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland is spooky."

Eddie blew out another puff of smoke. "You've been to Disneyland?"

"Just once. Have you?"

"Nope." He popped the p definitively; it almost seemed to echo in the quiet of the playground.

"It's probably not your kind of place."

Eddie sat back, a deep frown tugging at his features, buckling his forehead. "What the hell's that supposed to mean?"

Chrissy flushed as she realized how that sounded. Not like she'd meant it at all. "Just that it's cheesy fantasy stuff. For kids."

Eddie's shoulders relaxed, and a grin slanted across his face. "Cunningham. What do you think Dungeons and Dragons is? Honestly, Disneyland sounds right up my alley."

That wasn't exactly in line with how he and Dustin had explained Dungeons and Dragons to her, but Chrissy was just relieved he wasn't offended anymore. "But you wouldn't think the Haunted Mansion is even a little bit scary," she said. "Not compared to all those movies you like."

Eddie seemed to consider this as he smoked, turning his head toward the Creel House. "After this week, I think maybe I've had enough horror shit."

Chrissy's heart gave a squeeze in her chest, but before her guilt could take hold, Eddie's fingers closed around her knee, and she found herself looking into his dark, glittering eyes again.

"Tell you what," he said. "If I graduate? We're going to Disneyland."

An image sprang into Chrissy's mind of the two of them strolling toward Sleeping Beauty Castle, Eddie in denim and leather and chains and Mickey Mouse ears. But that wasn't what made Chrissy let out a shriek of delighted laughter, then clap her hand over her mouth lest Vecna hear them or Eddie somehow read her mind and think she was making fun of him. Or it wasn't only that. If I graduate, he'd said, not, If we make it out of this alive. Graduation came after. They would have an after.

"Not if you graduate, Eddie," she said. "When."

Eddie smiled--not the maniacal, teeth-baring grin, but biting his lip, ducking his head, hair falling in his face. He leaned in, close enough that Chrissy could smell the cigarette on his breath. She wanted to taste it on his lips.

"And, uh, if the Haunted Mansion gets too spooky for you…you can…" His tongue darted out to lick his lips. "...hold my hand."

His gaze dropped, and Chrissy saw his hand had moved from her knee, close to hers on the bench. His pinky touched the side of her hand. She flicked hers out to touch it.

In the dormer window of the Creel house, a light flashed on, and they both sat up. The signal.

"But I'm the one who'll probably be shitting my pants," Eddie rasped.

Gripped with a sudden courage and decisiveness, Chrissy stood up. "Then you can hold my hand," she said, and twined their fingers together.

~*~

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wolfiemcwolferson · 15 days

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Hey!!! I am not going to string together real ficlets but do yall remember that thing we did where I would give you 5 plot points about a prompt.

I’m traveling for 12 hours this weekend so if you flood my inbox??? I will get to some of them!!!

#writing prompts #ask fics

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thedeathdeelers · 1 year

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Hmmm, wanna write something of Comfort on a Bad Day? Absolutely no pressure, hope this strikes your fancy!

carlos didn’t know how to help.

he remembers feeling just as helpless when he used to see and hear his sister trying to cry as quietly as possible in her room, thinking neither he nor their dad could hear her. he had eventually figured out a way to comfort her without making her feel uncomfortable, but it had taken him some time to figure out how.

but as he now stands on the other side of the garage doors, listening to reggie’s sniffles coming from the studio, he can feel his heart clench all over again.

he hated seeing his family in pain.

they had all been through so much, and yet pain and grief still chased after them, refusing to let them go.

carlos sinks to the ground, pulling his knees up to his chest and rests his head against them.

what could he possibly do or give reggie that could help him? could carlos even make a difference?

maybe he should ask his dad?

he shakes his head.

no. he didn’t want their dad to worry — reggie hid himself in the studio for a reason, just like julie used to in her room.

he needs to figure this out on his own.

he rolls his head to the side, eyes scanning the garden as his brain goes into overdrive:

what does reggie like? what makes him feel better?

music? no, too loud, too obvious.

food? ….no that would make things worse actually, waaaay worse.

should he tell alex and luke? julie, maybe? nope. reggie probably didn’t want his sister and the guys to know either.

what would he want if he was feeling down? he knew he and reggie agreed on quite a lot of things so maybe…

but what helped him? what did he use-

carlos stands up so suddenly at the realisation, he nearly topples backwards into the garage doors. he stands there for a moment, waiting to get his bearings, and then races back into the house, not stopping until he’s in his room.

he desperately searches for what he needs, pulling open every drawer and cupboard door, throwing things around and searching under every piece of furniture in his room.

he’s gotta find it, he’s gotta find it, he’s got-

gotcha!

carlos stretches his arm out as far as it can go under the bed, fingers wiggling in desperate hope as he struggles to grasp the object he really really needs.

he closes his eyes and reaches a little further and- yes! he can feel the soft material at the edge of his fingertips. his eyes snap open as he pushes just a little further, and HA!

fingers wrapping securely around the worn thing, carlos gently pulls it towards him before springing up and sprinting back out to the studio.

stopping right outside the studio to catch his breath, carlos checks on the object in his hands one more time before slowly easing the garage door open.

he first pops his head open, eyes scanning the space, then inches forward when he spots reggie sat at the foot of the couch.

slowly making his way over to reggie, feet shuffling against the carpeted floor so as to not startle reggie, carlos starts to doubt his decision to walk in and disturb reggie

what if reggie doesn’t want carlos here? what if he just wanted to spend the day by himself, without being interrupted by annoying younger brothers?

carlos stops in his tracks at that thought, rethinking this entire thing. he looks down at what’s in his hands and hesitates; what if this doesn’t even help him?

but before he can start backing out, the sniffling suddenly stops. looking up, he finds reggie looking at him, a strained smile on his face.

“hey carlos! what’s up? you good buddy?”

carlos’ heart clenches at the sound of reggie’s voice, at his attempt at seeming fine. it doesn’t escape him when reggie tries to subtly wipe at his nose with the sleeve of his flannel.

“i uh-,” he starts, kicking at the carpet under his feet. “i just wanted to-”

“oh! what’s that you got there? an old friend?”

carlos stares blankly at reggie for a second, before blinking himself out of the daze and follows reggie’s gaze to his hands.

“oh! oh yeah i wanted to uh, i wanted to show you something.”

at reggie’s nod, carlos slowly makes his way over to reggie and settles down next to him.

“this is osito. mom got it for me before i was born and he’s been with me ever since.” carlos fiddles with the old bear’s arms, the soft worn material bringing its own sense of comfort.

“and hey! the little dude has the same flannel as me! we match!” reggie’s grin comes a little more naturally this time, but it still doesn’t fully reach his eyes.

“yeah, mom stitched it up for me when i was sick one year. apparently i was crying worried he might get sick without a jacket on and well…mom was always good with this kind of stuff.” carlos stops for a second, taking a deep breath when he starts feeling little chocked up.

not cool dude! you’re here to make reggie feel better, not worse!

shaking his head to clear his mind, carlos looks up at reggie, and is startled to find him looking at him with a small genuine smile on his face.

“i, um,” clearing his throat, carlos looks away and stares at the coffee table in front of them. “osito helped me get through some stuff, and….his soft jacket always helped me calm down i just. i just wanted to uh. to let you know that uh. that…you’re welcome to use it whenever you…might need it.” when he hears reggie sighing next to him, carlos rushes to add- “not that you know! not that i think you’d want a kid’s toy or i just-”

“carlos,” reggie gently places a hand on his shoulder, successfully cutting off his panicked rambling. “i think if he helped you out, he must be a very special guy.” reggie leans down and bumps his shoulder against his. “thank you, little dude. really.”

his small smile grows a little brighter, and carlos feels like he can breathe a little easier.

he nods once, clearing his throat again before answering.

“yeah, of course. it’s what the- it’s what the man of the house does you know just…normal stuff….” he’s not sure what he’s saying anymore, and he can’t seem to stop, but reggie is looking at him with a lighter look in his eyes and carlos feels like maybe he’s succeeded in helping another sibling feel just a little bit better.

and that’s all that matters.

#well then.#this got away from me a lil i apologise #hope you like it! 🥺♥️#got inspired to write these two instead of juke eheh #thank you for sending this in!!! 🥰♥️#jatp #ask #ask fics #julie and the phantoms #carlos molina #reggie peters #but also #reggie molina #also i used like 2747 tenses in this so. enjoy #not proofread oop

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littlelightfish · 29 days

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This... this is a whole different kind of psychic damage here. When nightmares got Marcille, we get to knew that her's biggest fear is outliving her friends. This isn't even canon probably, but look at this. This isn't a "I don't want my friends to die" kind of dream. This is a "I'm terrified of loosing my daughters, of something killing them, and being incapable of stopping it" kind of dream. It's so simple yet it explains perfectly the whole of chilchucks character. He loves, he cares, deeply. But he, or doesn't acknowledges, or doesn't know what to do with that knowledge.

Besides that. Someone had to wake him up after this. Imagine the devastation in this man after he wakes up. He just saw his three little babys murdered corpses (or maybe he saw them die, wich isn't better). He would possibly not talk about it, and that would worry the hell out of the party, because we'll, they see him all down and only one of them knows what he saw. Imagine being the one to pull him from that nightmare. Seeing this man, usually so composed, fuking staring with tears and terror in his eyes to the composes of what you can only assume are his daughters. It would be heartwrenching.

Idk, I love this man so much...

#dungeon meshi #chilchuck #chilchuck tims #if someone wants to write a fic on this #@ me #PLEASE I WANT TO SEEEE #or dm me so i actually see it #please #if someone makes something of this post...#swnd me an ask with a link #this post exploded i cant with all the notifs #i wouldnt know if someone @'d me #i did a tags recap down on the notes and wrote a bit of #chilchuck angst #for the simps out there #my shit

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nanaslutt · 4 months

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The nastiest man alive

ft.Geto Suguru

contains: fem reader, spitting, finger sucking, spanking, begging, dirty talk, rough sex, dacraphillia, cum eating, unprotected sex, cumming inside, multiple rounds, established relationship

MDNI

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Geto had you on top of him riding his cock, his thick fingers digging into the fat of your ass as he helped move you up and down on his cock, his feet planted firmly on the bed so he could meet your thrusts halfway, fucking into you from underneath. "Fuck mama your pussy is so fucking loud~" Geto groaned, his eyes glued to where the two of you were connected.

You squealed in embarrassment, your moan turning into a yelp when Geto landed a heavy hand down on the fat of your ass, gripping the skin there. He watched with a slacked jaw as your cunt leaked all over his pelvis, a white ring of your cum sitting at the base of his cock from how wet you were.

Your legs suddenly tensed up when Geto thrust his cock straight into a particularly sensitive spot inside you, making your nails dig into the skin over his abs. He watched your head tip back, your mouth falling open as he quickly caught on, smiling as he fucked his cock into that same spot over and over, leaving you weak on top of him, your body bouncing weakly atop his thighs.

"What's wrong baby? 'S it feel good right here? Hmm? Right here?" Geto teased, watching your face closely as he bullied his cock inside of you, a hand sliding in front of you to rub at your clit. "Sugu- Fuck!" You whined, gritting your teeth together as both of your hands shot to his wrist, gripping his hand to try and get him to slow down--or you were going to cum.

"Nuh uh, just take it, baby, take my cock 'n my fingers~" He groaned, planting his feet closer to his body against the sheets so he could get better leverage while he fucked you. You could do nothing but whine and moan helplessly on top of Geto as he fucked the life out of you, feeling yourself quickly spiral toward your first orgasm of the night from his relentless pleasuring.

His fingers splayed themselves out against your pelvis, his thumb rubbing quickly circles against your clit, the wetness from your leaking pussy making the slide feel so fucking good. Your chin tipped down to look at the man underneath you when you felt yourself approach your high--only seconds away from tipping off the edge.

Geto knew this, of course, he knew your body better than he knew his own. Your pussy was squeezing and pulsing rhythmically around his cock, acting as if it was trying to milk him for all he was worth--of course, he knew you were about to cum. "Sugu- Sugu I'm gonna cum-" You warned him, rocking your hips against his hand, making his thumb rub your swollen clit harder.

"I know baby I know, I got you." He giggled, his eyes flitting between your own teary and your sopping wet cunt, greedily swallowing up his thick cock. You felt the first hot tear roll down your cheeks, the droplet sliding down your rosy face and finding its way to your neck, mixing with your sweat and making it unrecognizable.

"You cryin' from my cock? It feels that good?" Geto asked, cockiness laced in his tone. You would've tried to respond with something just as smart if you could, but unfortunately for you, your orgasm decided to hit you just as his words did.

"Oh fuck- Good girl, I got you mama-" Geto groaned, fucking you through your high. "I won't stop till you're done." He added, biting his lip between his teeth as he watched your body shake and jolt on top of him. Your cunt clenched around his cock like a vice, he had to take deep breaths in order to keep humping his cock into your warm walls and not spill his seed inside you.

Tears streamed down your face from both of your eyes as you came all over his cock, one of your hands falling from his wrist to catch yourself on his sturdy abs, your nails digging into his pale skin. Geto's heart sped up in his chest--of course, he didnt like seeing you sad or crying, but when it was from his dick? That was a different story.

"Ohmygod-" You whined as you started coming down, Geto noticing the way your cunt's spasms calmed down around you, his thrusts stopping in tandem. You gripped his wrist hard, signaling for him to stop rubbing your sensitive clit or you were going to pass out from the overstimulation.

Geto felt like he had come just from watching you, your expressions were so cute when you came, and the way your body was completely at his mercy while you were in such a vulnerable state made him feel high.

While you were busy catching your breath and waiting for your brain to start functioning properly again, Geto took the opportunity to sit up and wrap a strong arm around your body. His other hand came up to cradle your face. You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes as you gasped and whined from the new angle, Geto's still hard cock was pushing against your most sensitive spots inside you like this.

"Did so good baby, how did that feel?" He asked, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead. You kept your eyes shut while you spoke, letting Geto pamper your face with kisses. "'S good Sugu, thought I died for a second there." You said, resulting in a giggle from the dark-haired man.

"Yeah? Guess I did something right then huh?" He asked. It was your turn to laugh at his words, his arm wrapping tighter around your body as he kissed your face, making your bodies press flush together.

You were about to let Geto know you were ready to go again when you felt something wet and hot press against your face, the soft feeling rubbing along the length of your cheek, sliding up to your eye before it was gone, a trail of cold, wet, saliva left in its wake--Geto had just licked your tears away.

You cracked your eyes open, the undersides of your eyes a slight pinkish-red color from your crying. You stared at him with raised eyebrows, your mouth open in a small o. Geto smiled at you before pressing a kiss to your lips, "Salty." He mumbled, his hands sliding down the sides of your body and landing on your thighs as he flopped back down onto the bed, his hair sprawling out around him perfectly. How was it possible for someone to be so handsome?

"You'll swallow anything won't you?" You asked him, faux disgust plastering itself on your face as you leaned forward over him, placing your hands by his shoulders on the bed. Geto's hands came to grip the fat of your ass, massaging the fat there soothingly. "If it comes from you I'll drink up anything.~," Geto said cheesily, making you scoff.

"So dirty." You said, referring to his mouth as you gripped his chin in your hand, shaking it back and forth to emphasize your words before you placed it back down on the sheets next to his head. His hands gripped the skin of your ass before he landed another smack, making your body jolt at the unexpected feeling, a gasp slipping from your lips.

"Only for you," Geto said, smiling as he slowly began thrusting his cock inside your hole. The two of you quickly got back into a rhythm, you shut your eyes and moaned into the room as you fucked your hips back onto his cock slowly, meeting his shallow thrusts. "How are you even softer inside? Huh?" Geto asked, tipping his head to the side, trying to get a view of your pussy that was being obstructed by your body so close to his.

"Was it from how hard I made you cum? Or maybe it's so soft from how good my dick is at loosening you up." Geto babbled, making you clench around him. You felt yourself drip at his words, his slow teasing thrusts working you over so well. "S-stop talking." you chastized, squeezing your eyes together tighter as you focused on how deep he was inside you.

Geto giggled, his fingers sliding down to where the two of you met to tease around the entrance of your cunt, rubbing the opening of your cunt and the base of his cock with V-shaped fingers as he collected some of your wetness there. "Why? My words make you too horny?" He teased, keeping his eyes on your face as he watched your expression screw together as he rubbed the outside of your pussy.

His fingers were gone as soon as they came. One of his hands stayed on your ass, helping you fuck yourself on his cock while the other; covered in your cum; pressed itself to your pouted lips, the unexpected feeling making you peel your eyes open to look at him. "Open," Geto spoke, the teasing tone that was just in his voice long gone as he instructed you to suck his fingers coated in your wetness.

You obeyed his words, your mouth splitting and your tongue falling out as you let Geto slide his fingers inside your mouth. "That's it.. taste yourself for me." He whispered, fucking his hips into you harder, feeling himself throb at the sight and feeling of your lips wrapping around his thick fingers.

You moaned around them, your tongue sliding around the digits and simultaneously licking off the liquid around them as Geto watched you with an open mouth, groaning at the sight. "Don't swallow." He instructed, pressing his fingers deeper inside of your mouth, watching with furrowed eyebrows as you gagged around them.

Geto's body jerked when he felt your body react, your throat squeezing around the tips of his fingers as he continued thrusting them inside your mouth. Drool had started to leak from the sides of your lips, sliding down his fingers and creating quite a mess on his hand. One that made his balls clench with the need to fill you this instant.

"God I love how fucking messy you are with it." Geto praised, keeping his eyes glued to your mouth, his hips fucking into you harder, making you release frequent moans and whines around his fingers, vibrating them. "Suckin' them like you suck my cock, they taste that good? Huh? You like the taste of your sweet pussy?" Geto teased, biting his lip harshly between his teeth, his own words riling him up.

He groaned when you nodded, his fingers popping out from between your lips as he pulled them back unexpectedly, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his thick fingers. You watched as Geto brought the messy fingers down to his lips, licking off your remnants.

You cringed slightly at his shameless display of the need to drink up everything that came from your body. He really was a nasty nasty man. A deep blush spread across your face as he pulled his fingers from his mouth after cleaning them off, the hand going back to join his other in helping you fuck yourself on his dick.

"Let me taste you pretty. Cmon, give me a tatse." Geto begged. Tipping his head back, he stuck out his tongue, his hips thrusting into you harder as he waited for you to understand what he meant. The dull taste of your pussy on his tongue from his fingers wasn't enough, he needed more, he needed to taste exactly what you did--and instead of scooping some more up directly from the source, Geto thought of a better way to taste you, a filthier way, one more fitting for him.

"Spit in my mouth mama, dont keep me waiting." He begged, his cheeks dusting pink as he felt himself get closer and closer to his high--waiting for the final thing you needed to give him to push him over the edge. "You can't be s-serious-" You moaned, getting cut off by a groan when he made you roll your ass down against him harder, his cock drilling into your sweet spot from the new angle.

"So fucking serious, I need it, spit in my mouth pretty cmon, cmon, just once, please. He begged, sticking his tongue out once more as he waited patiently to feel it. You felt your entire body heat up at his request. Sure, he had spit in your mouth before, but never the other way around. You were shocked he wanted you to do something like this, you knew Geto was dirty but this felt.. extra dirty for some reason, especially with the way he was begging.

"Y-you're so disgusting Suguru." You whispered, and with that, you grabbed his chin and leaned forward. Geto stuck his tongue out further, moaning shamelessly as he waited for you to spit in his mouth. You wadded up a glob of saliva in your mouth, hyping yourself up you took a deep breath before you just--did it.

Geto moaned a drawn-out moan when he felt your spit hit his tongue, the saliva immediately being swallowed by the man under you before he stuck his tongue back out to show you he had swallowed it, a fucked out smile on his face.

You whined, your lip pouted out in embarrassment before you leaned forward to crash your lips with his, tasting exactly what he just had on your tongue. The two of you moaned and whined into the other's mouth, the kiss being so full of teeth and tongue as he humped his cock into you at an inhuman pace, his balls ready to fill you full of his cum.

"Thank you- thank you fuck- cuming baby- cum- nghhh-" Geto's groan was cut off when you pressed your lips back on his, his mouth opening slightly into the kiss as his cock shot hot ropes of cum deep inside you, his hips thrusting his dick to the hilt inside you, pulling back he fucked the entirety of his cock into you over and over again as he came, his cock hitting your cervix making you whine and cry in painful pleasure as you milked him of everything he was worth.

You broke the kiss, hiding your head in the crook of his neck to whine and gasp into the skin there, the puffs of your rapid breaths tickling his skin. Geto's eyes were squeezed shut as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm, holding your body tightly against his, your hearts syncing up to bead rapidly with one another, sounding like you had just run a marathon.

Once Geto's cock started softening inside of you, he started rubbing his hands over your back soothingly, scratching his nails over your skin as he listened to you hum in appreciation into his neck. "You did so well for me baby, you feelin' okay? Anything hurt?" Geto whispered, tilting his head agaisnt the side of your face.

You shook your head, wrapping your hands over his shoulders, keeping your face buried in his neck. "I'm a little embarrassed though." You mumbled, feeling your face heat up with the realization of what he had made you do.

Geto burst out in a laugh, his body shaking yours on top of him. He pressed a kiss to the side of your face between giggles, a heavy hand coming to pet your hair. "I'm so glad you put up with my requests, I love you." He whispered, pressing another kiss to the side of your temple. You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut as you wrapped your body tighter around his, still not ready to come back to reality just yet.

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astralpenguin · 1 year

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self care is writing a fic that you’re literally the sole target audience for

#nobody was asking for a spn pmmm crossover fic focusing on claire at 14 #who by this point has already been manipulated into agreeing to something without knowing all the terms and conditions first #and it was awful and the worst day of her life #so when kyubey approaches her she doesn't go for it #but the people around her do and so claire gets to watch people she loves die horribly AGAIN #like there is nothing in spn canon that contradicts any of this #but literally nobody is wanting a fic like this to exist #nobody except for me #so i guess i have to do everything myself around here #el talks

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north-noire · 4 months

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perhaps catching up a bit wouldn't hurt?

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saddestsquid · 1 month

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König & his demonic back shots are plaguing my thoughts 😣😣

Warnings: 18+, this is pure filth so like yeah🤨 König x female reader, p in v, just a short blurb ୨୧

Cause I know damn well this man would give the FILTHIEST back shots. Like you feel like your being resurrected every time he slams you onto his cock.

“Maus- oh fuuuuck…” He groaned, drilling into you with so much force the bed shook.

You were moaning and screaming into the pillow, your backside being held up completely by him. He manhandled you on his cock like a doll, mindlessly slamming into your cunt over and over like he was trying to fuck the demons right out of his body.

He reached down and circled your waist, holding you up with just one arm. With his free hand he rubbed at your clit, always making sure you feel good no matter how pussy-drunk he is. The man is just so big—it feels like he’s everywhere. If you didn’t know any better you’d assume he was reaching all the way down to your throat. The slight pain of him slamming into your cervix overwhelmed your senses and heightened the pleasure along with the feeling of him playing with your clit. You doubted either of you were making it there after this but you could have swore you saw a flash of heavens gates every time he plunged into you.

He spread your legs wider and angled his thrusts to meet that spongey spot inside you every time his pelvis met your ass with an audible slap ! Even the sound of the headboard slamming into the wall wasn’t enough to drown out both your noises. This was definitely gonna earn you a noise complaint—tho it was worth it for the mind blowing orgasm that washed over you when that coil in your stomach finally snapped.

You came all over his cock, leaving a sticky white ring around the base of it that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of every time he slid his thick cock in and out again. With a pathetic whimper you never thought you’d hear come out of a man of his size, he pressed into you as deep as your body would let him and came hard.

So much of his seed was stuffed inside you that it began to flow out, dripping all over both of your thighs. Before you could complain, he collapsed on top of you, crushing you with his weight. It felt like being stuck under a city bus, but you just sighed and let him have this one.

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aitadjcrazytimes · 5 months

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#lmao #for anyone who's curious the process went:#send ask to aita official #blog blows up #someone realizes its a chexer fic #i follow them bc they seem cool #i join their rvb server #their encouragement pushes me to finish the Actual Fic i was working on #i expand the fic to be more of a whole au after it comes out much better than expected #the next fic in the au that i work on has to do with a character's brain injury #this leads me to do research into brain injuries #''......huh. this sounds. a lot like the neurological symptoms that my doctors have been saying is just part of my anxiety disorder''#think on that for a while #go to the ER for unrelated reasons #remember my theory #bring it up to the doctor #Doctor Immediate Concern #doctors orders a ct scan #''eeyup! that there's some atrophying and a chiari malformation! y'ever had a head injury''#(i had had several)#''well! shit! time to refer you to neurosurgery :) see if we cant do somethin about all that memory loss and severe pain and shit''#and now we are here #it also lead me to research osddid systems for the first fic #and now my therapist is having me tested for osdd because i did not know that those symptoms were not a thing everyone experiences #so like. thanks for helping me meet friends who could encourage me to engage with the things i like + learn more about myself #^ ^ <3 #im actually not gonna say ''ok last update fr this time'' bc idfk maybe something WOULD be funny to post on here

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peachesofteal · 3 months

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for all of us who can't bear to read anything but CoD fanfiction (due to the 141's fat tits) do you have any all-time favs?

Such an awful, sick affliction. I made one of these lists a while back but couldn't find it so you’re in luck because I have plenty of favorites and I’m happy to share them (in no particular order. I KNOW I'm forgetting at least ten fics I've read and loved but I have a goldfish brain today, forgive me):

And please, read the tags/warnings. Your consumption is your own responsibility.

Neon Medusa Too sweet not to share Ghost and Red Fox Alford plea The Willow Maid Exfiltration The Arrangement Civilian Asset See no evil Squeeze me I squeak MildLimerence Mine & Yours Saltwater Metanoia to you I can admit (that I'm too soft for all of it) white flag blood on my shirt, rose in my hand totally platonic Surviving you imprimatura Dog all that's said in the lowlight birdsongs or advice and symphonies for your children Happiness songs that sound like sea foam down to the marrow roommate gaz Chink in the Armour Man-sized Hummingbird don't leave me locked in your heart Listening In Situationship-verse The Scottish Cabin in the Woods

Please leave your own recs here too! It's nice to share the love, and I don't have a lot of time to find new fics, but am always wanting to read them haha. Please recommend things to me! Bonus points if you're recommending your own fics

#peaches asks #fic recs

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bluegiragi · 3 months

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patience and indulgence.

early access + nsfw on patreon

(hey i drew this comic in collaboration with the very talented author prettyunhinged, who wrote an amazing fic to go along with it!!! please leave a comment and kudos if u read it, it's so perfect >.< but also do look at the tags first lmao )

#i drew this comic based purely on vibes and asked nira for help on dialogue #and then she went and wrote an entire fic like im literally the luckiest person in the world <3 #ghost spends this comic sticking his tongue down soap's throat #and also. other areas #but yes erm this is genuinely the only page i can post onto tumblr without getting sniped #happy early valentines day!!#simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod mw2 #ghostsoap #giragi art

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wolfiemcwolferson · 1 year

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Hi, first of all, I am 110% obsessed with your blue neighbourhood collection. Like it is the best AU i have ever read and i just want to say a big fat thank you for being so amazing and consistant and creative.

Second, I was reading the new Carlando chapter today (which for a girl who NEVER reads this ship, I am LOVING) and I cannot help but wonder how Maxiel (my otp) react to certain situations. I was thinking about the kiss at the end, and how Max/Daniels conversation with eachother goes, which one is the most mad? Which one calms the other down? Has either of them experienced something similar?

Maybe I shouldn't read so much into this but I'm having a shit time recently and your verse has been keeping me going. THANK YOU<3

Hi, I love that you're here! This AU has been a bright spot in my life recently and I'm glad that other people are feeling that as well!

Here's a little post club kiss ficlet for you:

(discussion of nonconsensual kissing past and present)

"We shouldn't have taken him out," Daniel mumbles into Max's skin. "We should have just done...dinner and then, I don't know. Made him a cake and played Call of Duty."

Max shifts them around so he can cup Daniel's cheek with his hand. Daniel has been so upset since they managed to get Lando into bed upstairs, attempting to drag some cushions upstairs to sleep on the floor beside the bed. "What is wrong, schatz?"

Daniel pushes further into Max's arms. "I just...I know how it feels, you know? To - to miss someone and feel like it's all out of control and to - to maybe try something you're not ready for."

Oh, Max thinks. Oh, no.

"Danny -"

"It was just some kissing, and I think he definitely thought it was going in a different direction and it just...feels too familiar. I want him to be ok. He would kill me, but I feel like...protective of him."

Max is so soft for him and he kisses the place in between his eyebrows that crinkles up and holds him tighter. He can't undo what happened to Lando and he can't fix things between Lando and Carlos and he can't change the thing that happened to Danny, but he can love Daniel in every single minute and he can -

"Do you think they'll find their way back together?" Daniel asks, voice small and feathery.

Max thinks about the way that Carlos had beamed at Lando from across the dinner table when Carlos' mother had laughed at one of Lando's jokes and the way that Lando could retreat from them all, but never Carlos.

He thinks about how much growth he's seen in Lando since he came home from London, how he saw the same change in Charles in the Spring. He thinks about Danny in his arms - Badge laying on his feet.

If Charles and Pierre can get it right...

If George and Alex can make it work...

If Daniel and Max found each other again...

"Yeah, schatz." Max runs his fingers through the hair at Daniel's neckline. "I think they will."

Daniel makes a little humming noise that he makes when it's been too long since Max has spoken and he's started to drop off into sleep. Max is awake for a long time that night. Thinking about strange men kissing Daniel when he was so hurt. Thanking some god somewhere that it wasn't worse for him - that they were with Lando tonight.

He thinks about something Carlos said to him once - back when Max and Daniel were play-acting at friendship. He hadn't thought too much about it then, but he does now. A great privilege it is to love your best friend.

He hopes Carlos still feels the same, but somehow...maybe it's because he hears the sadness in Carlos' voice when he calls - how it reminds Max of the hurt in Charles' voice when he was punishing himself by keeping away from Pierre. Maybe it's the way Carlos continues to ask about Lando...

He knows he still feels the same. A great privilege it is to love your best friend.

#the blue neighbourhood #tiredtiredsharl #ao3 fanfic #f1 rpf #carlando #ask fics #maxiel

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thedeathdeelers · 1 year

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Julie as an exorcist for hire and Luke as her ghost partner au (Bring it On Ghost 😌)

and/or

JATP characters meet working a a pet store au (let’s pretend it’s a super ethical one where all the pets are rescues ok lol)

HOOO BOY OK ok ok ok OK

edit: uh. yeah. good luck reading this it’s so long but then so rushed idk man enjoy……….

edit 2: wait shit i just reread your ask and u specifically said julie exorcist and luke ghost…..I APOLOGISE. STILL WORKS………….

get it on ghost au:

so luke’s always been plagued with the gift of seeing ghosts - he hates it, it’s mostly annoying when they show up unannounced declaring that he has to help them — and worst of all, it’s exhausting having to get rid of the creepy ones in ways other than just guiding them spiritually (ie beating the crap out of them)

it took up too much of his time and he just wanted to focus on his music man

he figures out at one point tho that he can make a business out of it — make some money by advertising his skills (without his parents knowing cause well. they wouldn’t necessarily agree to it) and getting people to pay him to ‘exorcise’ ie beat the crap out of ghosts that refuse to move on and just insist on haunting the living

(alex and reggie know about this of course. esp when they suddenly have nicer practice rooms to chill in. alex isn’t thrilled he’s actually terrified, but reggie just wants to join in on all the client calls luke gets)

AND THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING: so one day luke gets a text from a potential client asking him to head over to the abandoned los feliz high school building (that particular building was shut down a couple years ago because of a tragedy and hasn’t really been dealt with yet)

BUT BASICALLY the text asks him to check out the building cause there’s this one notorious ghost that keeps scaring all the high school students in the buildings nearby and they just need it to be dealt with (he’s seen those high school kids running past it like their lives depended on it

luke’s happy to oblige, especially when he finds out how much the client is willing to pay, and heads over — only to get the surprise of a lifetime. he meets a ghost who 1. turns out to be the one who texted him (so he’s not getting paid and that’s not great news) and 2. is a cute girl who looks very much human and not like any of the other ghosts he’s met before

he’s taken aback, especially when she kicks his ass (and helps him kick the resident ghost’s ass)

it’s a whole cat and mouse thing for a while, she keeps following him whenever he’s alone and he keeps telling her to leave him alone (mostly cause she’s hella cute and he seriously can’t afford to catch feelings for a dead girl yknow). he tells her she needs to pay him or move on and she keeps insisting that she just wants to figure out who she is!! how she died!! who her family is!! so that she can move on!!!

so they strike up a deal: he helps her (her name’s julie, by the way) figure out who she is, the mystery revolving her death and why she can’t remember anything, and she, in turn, helps him on the job (she’s got a wicked left kick), slowly paying him back with her skills since she never paid him for that one job (the abandoned high school building, remember that?)

so she tags along wherever he goes (at first to his dismay), even joining in on band practice (the boys know of her existence and try to be as considerate as possible considering they can’t see her)

things start to change between the two the second luke hears julie sing, fingers slipping on metal strings when she follows the melody perfectly and holy shit he’s a goner (the boys are confused af they’ve never seen luke lose focus when it comes to band practice)

THEY SPEND THE NIGHT TALKING AND HE FINDS OUT SHE DIDNT EVEN KNOW SHE COULD SONG- he tries to get her to play various instruments to see maybe she was into that and turns out she can play piano!! and oh?? SHE CAN ALSO WRITE SONGS??? match made in heaven soulmates luke’s fucked and fully in love with a ghost etc etc

ah fuck this is getting long i’m so sorry but let me continue:

so this is where we meet our antagonist: the music teacher at los feliz, the one luke’s seen loitering around the high school (alex goes to that school and whenever luke stopped by for lunch he’d see the somewhat creepy teacher)

and he gets a bad feeling from him every single time

TO MAKE THIS SHORT LMAO: turns out julie’s accident had soemthing to do with the teacher, caleb covington, and turns out she was a student at that school!! 10 years ago!!

ALSO: SHES BOT ACTUALLY DEAD? SHES IN A COMA????? what a plot twist. it’s why she looks so normal so human. it’s why she’s never felt like any other ghost.

anyway stuff happens luke figures out caleb is some weird powerful ghost demon who sucks the life out of students for their talents and that’s what happened to julie except he never managed to finish the job.

luke finds a way to bring her back to life and together they fight caleb and it’s A HAPPY ENDING OH JESUS

do you still want the pet store au??? lmao

julie starts working at a pet store, she meets reggie first, and he takes her round the store introducing her to all the animals and staff members and when they reach the puppies section they find a guy their age on the floor on his back being attacked by several puppies (licking his face) and it’s the cutest thing julie’s seen in a while

that is until reggie shouts “luke! new person coming through” and the boy on the floor sits up and julie sees his face and decides actually. that’s the cutest thing she’s seen in a while

anyway.

coworkers romance and all that jazz 😌

she finds out he sings to the scared puppies and agitated animals at the store, and it melts her heart. he hears her sing along to one of his songs one day, matching the harmony perfectly, and he melts.

they fall in love and live happily ever after the end

AAAAAAH

#i am SO sorry this got so rambly #and you’re probably the only person who will understand the au cause u have prior knowledge #DOES IT MAKE SENSE TO ANYONE ELSE #i tried to keep it short but couldn’t and it’s why it’s all over the place #anyway……..#ta-da #enjoy your five headcanons LMAO #jatp #juke #ask fics #ask

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ao3commentoftheday · 6 months

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Do you have any advice and how to write a long fic?

I'll encourage long fic writers to add on in the notes, but as someone who tends to prefer short and medium-length fic, I'll tell you how I go about it.

Get a premise that you just absolutely love. You're going to be writing this thing for months, if not longer, so you want it to be something you're willing to spend a lot of time thinking about.

Embrace subplots. You'll have your main plotline that you want to see through from beginning to end, but you can also weave in some subplots here or there. The way I do this so that I don't get lost down a rabbit hole is that I always make sure that every chapter has at least 1 thing that moves the main plot forward and then if I want to spend 1-2K with some side characters doing something fun I can do that as well. Subplots can extend for the length of the full narrative, but they can also just last a chapter or three. If you're used to writing short fic, these might give you that familiar feeling of "completion"

A chapter is only as long as it needs to be. Don't get hung up on having a consistent chapter length. Don't get hung up on hitting some arbitrary number every time. Instead, figure out what the next part of your story needs to include and write however many words it takes to get that chunk across. Varying your chapter lengths is a normal thing to do and not something to stress about.

The next thing that I find important personally may or may not be relevant to you, but I find that I can't plot anything in much detail. If I get too into the nitty gritty with my plotting, it just feels like I've already written it. I need to keep it at the level of "And then A and B meet C and hijinks ensue." I can figure out the particular hijinks later. It's the characters meeting up that's the next important thing for me to figure out. Getting too far ahead of myself is a death knell for me in writing long fics, but there are other writers who swear by it. Test out different ways of approaching it and see what works for you.

As someone who tends to write more briefly, another feature that's common to longer fics is more extensive descriptions. People spend time painting visual pictures of the setting or the characters or the actions that are happening. Write the more bare-bones style that focuses more on dialogue (if you're like me) and then go back and read through what you've just written and see if there are opportunities to add in more detail. This can lead to some really interesting characterization choices and also help you out with worldbuilding.

When it comes to worldbuilding, you don't have to get it all on the page. You just need to share what's relevant for the reader in that moment and what is useful to lay out now so that it's already there in a future chapter. You can have an encyclopedic knowledge of how your world works in your head, but it's not actually necessary. No one is going to be quizzing you later - and if they do, you can always figure it out at that point.

Most important for me when I'm trying to get myself to the end of a longer fic, have a friend or a group of friends who are also into what you're writing - or at least willing to hear you get excited about it. Being able to get excited about your work is so important. It's like a bottle of water being handed to you on mile 10 of a marathon.

#asks and answers #long fic writers go!#and short fic writers who have successfully written long #how did you go about it?#long post

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