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absolutelyferal · 2 years

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Sweet Treat

Steven Grant x PlusSize!F!Reader

18+ MDNI, Please!

Warnings: Smutty, smut, smut, you know why you’re here. Insomnia; SMUT. I shouldn’t have to warn ya’ll about that, but I shall. If you also just want that perfect, perfect man on his knees and between your legs and then railing you afterwards, here you go! Feeling insecure also and Steven makes sure you feel comfortable and beautiful. Unprotected sex, and a slight hint of foot worship? I’m not good at warnings, so, read at your own risk!

Summary-ish: The end of a long shift leaves you wide awake and stressed for what tomorrow will bring. When you decide to visit your insomniac neighbor in hopes to put your mind at ease with his kind words, it ends up being a little more than just sharing some chocolates…

Y’all, this is my very first smut post to Tumblr. I’m hella nervous. But I ADORE writing smut for our silly little y/n, so here you go! Please, give feedback! If I upset anyone at all, let me know! As a person with mental health issues, including insomnia, I think I did pretty well? Idk. I’m also ✨plus size✨ so yes, majority of my posts will be with a PlusSize!Reader because frankly I don’t see enough of them around here. I also didn’t edit this very well, so I hope you enjoy it anyway!

P.S. sorry for the wait! I’ve been super sick, but I wanted to make sure I did the best I could and here it is! Finally! :)

As the old elevator comes to a stop on your floor, you startle. It was a long shift at your place of work and all you really need right now is a break. This week has been absolute hell on earth. Your boss overworking you, coworkers ganging up against you to bury you in a deeper hole of unfinished files and stress.

You step into the hall, heels clicking as you make your way slowly to your apartment. Basically dragging your bag behind you, you unlock your door and step inside and head right to shower and bed.

Almost completely sure you’ll pass out as soon as you lay down, but come to find an hour later you’re still wide awake and staring helplessly at the ceiling. No amount of work will cure your insomnia apparently.

With a yawn, you decide it’s only right to stand, pull on a hoodie over your tank top and shorts, and head to leave, barefoot because you’re just going across the hall. A last second decision leads you to grabbing a box of chocolates on your way out you have yet to devour.

“Steven?” You call out quietly, knocking on your neighbor’s door. It’s quiet for a moment and you almost think he’s asleep for once, but small shuffling tells you he is, in fact, awake.

“Hiya, Love.” Steven greets you with his perfect, messy brown curls. You smile back, holding up the chocolates.

“I can’t sleep.” You tell him.

“Come in, then.” He says, stepping to the side. You lower your head shyly, stepping past him and immediately heading to greet your favorite fish, Gus.

“Hello, handsome.” You whisper. The round eyes look back into yours for a moment before swimming away. Oh, to be a pet of Steven Grants. “You spoil him, Steven.” You say airly, wondering why you wish you were that fish at the moment. To be loved and cherished by the man now at your side.

“It’s the least I can do for keeping him trapped in here.” Steven tells you, looking to Gus.

“Gus is a good fish.” You say with a nod. “Good boy.” You add, leaning forward slightly towards the tank.

You catch Steven’s reflection in the tank, watching you look at the one-finned-wonder. His white t-shirt hugs his defined chest, showing his toned arms. You can’t help your gaze dropping down to the grey sweat pants he’s sporting. Biting your lip, you hurriedly busy yourself by walking to the kitchen and putting on the kettle for hot chocolate to accompany the chocolates.

“So, you just had some chocolates lying around your flat?” Steven asks, picking up the red box and turning it over in his hands. You shift a bit at the stove, watching his digits slide across the box as he reads the treats available inside.

“It was from a date last week, but he was a dirtbag so… Better to share this with someone I actually like then sit alone in my flat…”

“There’s nothing wrong with eating a box chocolates alone.” Steven assures you with those puppy dog eyes. You smile and look to the kettle, seeing it’s slowly coming to a boil.

“Not like I need any more chocolate anyway.” You mumble, running a hand over your hair.

“The flapjack that got you these and hurt your feelings doesn’t deserve you.” Steven states with so much confidence you almost don’t believe those words come from him. Looking over, you see Steven is distracted by looking at the box. You wonder what’s so interesting, but brush it off and go back to staring down the kettle.

“I think he was just stressed. Seems to be my theme lately. Can’t really blame him for getting snappy.” You say with a shrug. “I know I’ve been so stressed lately I feel like getting snappy at people too, but I wouldn’t towards someone who doesn’t deserve it… on purpose anyway. It’s like I’m so stressed I feel like my mind can’t keep up with my actions.”

“I understand that.” Steven says, walking into the kitchen having left the chocolates on his book covered table. “Pardon me, Love.” He says gently, putting a hand on your waist to coax you out of his way to reach the cupboard you wandered in front of.

Your breath hitches at the contact, and you step back out his touch. Your eyes drop down to the top of his sweats as he reaches up, shirt lifting just enough to expose the a groomed happy trail that disappears under the band. A blush tints your cheeks and you walk away entirely, pulling the hot chocolate mix down from on top of the fridge.

You two seem to do this a few times a week. Have a treat, drink hot chocolate, and vent to each other. Steven has always been there for you. When you and your colleague were fighting, he gave you wonderful advice and comforted you. When you had a nightmare and couldn’t sleep, he helped you forget about it and sent you back to bed. You didn’t have another nightmare the rest of the week.

It’s not all just him helping you though. Steven loves your company. He has always told you his door is always open and to please visit him whenever you feel it. You’ve helped him combat his sleep walking, as he calls it, and gave him the advice of the tape over the door to bring him some comfort knowing he didn’t leave his apartment. The ankle chain, that’s all him though. You said it was unnecessary, but he says it helps him sleep. The sand? Every time you visit you sweep his apartment clean of it, but it just appears the next day like he’s purposely leaving piles of it everywhere to keep you in his presence longer.

He never asks anything of you, but it’s in your nature. Even now as he starts complaining while you take mugs he grabbed from his hands.

“I can help, you know.” Steven tells you, helplessly watching you scoop the mix into the mugs.

“It’s fine.” You wave a hand, grabbing the milk and pouring some in. “Are we out of marshmallows?” You ask, seeing there’s none on top of the fridge.

When Steven doesn’t reply, you face him and see his eyes wide and almost glowing. He looks shocked, but a happy shocked as he stares at you. The kettle whistling brings you out of the trance he caught you in, and you go back to finishing the hot chocolate.

“I’ll get some tomorrow.” Steven says. You glance at him with a small smile.

“I like the chocolate filled ones. Remember those?” You ask, bringing the hot mugs to the table you sit with him at. Books stacked to the side to make room for your drinks and box of chocolate now open and set between you both.

“I do, yeah. They were quite good. Do you remember the sour ones?” He asks. You laugh and he smiles wider watching you do so.

“I don’t know how anyone thought it was a good idea to make sour marshmallows!“ You reply, picking up a caramel filled chocolate. “One day we will find the perfect marshmallow.”

“Indeed. Cheers, Love.” Steven holds up his mug and you clink them together, careful not to spill any. A sip tells you it’s still hot, but absolutely delish as usual. Sweet and chocolatey, it leaves a warm trail down the back of your throat as you hum and set it down.

“Thank you for putting up with me so much. I know I’ve been coming here a lot lately. I don’t want to be a bother.” You say before biting into the chocolate you forgot was in your hand. Steven watches you for a moment, then blinks and shakes his head.

“You don’t bother me. I love- I love your company.” He tells you with a genuine, bright smile.

You can’t help but smile back, mouth full of chocolate as your hand slowly gets covered in the half melted treat. You hurriedly shove it in your mouth upon realizing it, and Steven laughs at how worried you got over losing the treat to the warmth of your palm.

“Do you have any other dates lined up?“ Steven asks nonchalantly. You shake your head immediately, recalling you deleted your dating apps and have lost hope looking for love. Who needs it when you have Steven and chocolate, right? Even if he’s just a friend, you wish he was more most times. It feels like Steven is the only man you need your life lately.

“I’m done dating. No one wants anything but a fling. Even this girl at work tried to get me to go home with her. I’m tired of being used and then thrown to the street right after.” You rant, sipping your drink before humming, Steven listening with intent eyes, chewing on his own chocolate piece. “Every time I show up to a date, they act surprised and make the same, retched comment about my weight. Like they didn’t use their eyes and looked at my profile to begin with to see what I look like. I’m too stressed already with work, I don’t need to deal with every man I meet degrading me.”

“I would never degrade you, Love. You’re gorgeous.” Steven says and that makes your cheeks red as you hide behind your mug with a smile. Your stomach flips, hands squeezing the mug as you cross one leg over the other. After a moment of silence, you set the down your drink, squeezing your thighs together and looking at Steven from across the table.

This perfect man has the audacity to suck the chocolate off his fingers right in front of you. Even after saying he would never degrade you, you wonder what that side of Steven is like. So sweet, so kind, but what about when he’s in bed with a woman? Is he kind? Is he gentle? Curiosity gets the best of you as you clear your throat, causing him to look at you with those brown eyes, finger falling from his mouth with a pop.

“Even if I asked you too?” You don’t know where the confidence came from. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep this week, or maybe the sugar high, or maybe just being so stressed you want to find the perfect way to relax. That way, at the moment, is to be with this perfect man and learn about his body. Or maybe, let him learn every curve and freckle on yours.

“Hm?” Steven tilts his head, eyes a bit wide as if he heard your question, but can’t believe you asked it.

“If I asked you to… would you degrade me?” You ask bravely, voice steady and strong as you lean on the table. You bring your fingers to your lips, sucking off the chocolate with direct eye contact. Steven probably was being innocent, just wanting to savor every last drop of the treat, but you? You are teasing him with your every last breath as you bring your bare foot up under the table and rest it gently on his knee.

You watch Steven as he sucks in a breath, looking down like he can’t believe you’re touching him or even looking at him. But he takes a moment and composes himself, looking back to you as you drop your now clean hands to the table and hold your warm mug.

“Do you want to have sex with me?” Steven asks. You almost choke on your own spit when he asks you, your turn to be shocked. He’s so soft looking, eyes pouty as ever and head tilted. His curls hang over his forehead and his fingers resting in his lap, locked together.

“Yes.” You breathe out without a second thought.

This is the moment you’ve waited months for, and it’s finally here. To be with him, not just for a conversation, but for more. More than sharing chocolates and pastries. More than venting about the smallest things to stay longer than necessary. This is your moment, and you’re gonna fucking take it.

Steven surprises you then, slowly siding down under the table. He takes your foot in his hand, gently placing a kiss to the top of it before working his way your leg as it rests over his shoulder. You push the chair back, wanting to see what he could be up to. Your knee bends, foot hanging against his back as Steven sits pretty on his knees between your legs. All for you.

“This is a sight.” You breathe out, watching Steven’s hands run up your thighs and grab your shorts. You lift up a bit, allowing him to pull your shorts and panties down easier. The chair is cold against you bottom as you relax into it, eyes on Steven as he looks up at you.

Pupils blown, brown eyes wide. Your heart is racing, stomach knotting. You feel your pulse through your entire body as his hands run along your thighs before spreading them apart, resting each leg over his shoulder as he does.

Your toes curls when his lips meet your inner thighs. His breath is hot against your skin, tongue even hotter as he licks dangerously close to your entrance, but not quite.

“You’re teasing.” You whisper out, breaths becoming uneven as anticipation gets the best of you. His eyes look up at yours as he sucks a love bite into your inner thigh. You can’t take your eyes off of Steven if you tried with how intently he’s looking up at you, how intimate this moment is.

It’s just the two of you. Rain hitting the windows, lights warm around the apartment. Your quick, faint breaths mixing with the sweet sounds of Steven sucking on your other inner thigh, leaving marks only you two will see.

“Steven, please.” You finally whimper, tired of the teasing. You’re getting antsy and want to feel his tongue where you need it most.

“Hold still.” Steven chuckles as you squirm, making you heat up even more. In the most intimate time you’ve ever spent with Steven, he still manages to give you that dorky smile and lord, it’s a sight to hold.

His smile falters as his eyes drop down, looking directly at your wet, pulsing pussy. He licks his lips, and you nearly faint watching him.

Thats when his eyes look up to yours, and he leans forward agonizingly slowly, before licking a long, rough stipe the length of your already dripping cunt. He stops at your clit, putting it gently between his teeth and sucking. You moan, not being able to keep quiet any longer as your hands drop to his hair, tangling themselves in his curls.

“Oh, Steven.” You whimper, wanting more than just his tongue. More than just his face between your legs. You need more.

As if he can read your mind, his fingers glide under your thigh and slide between your lips. You let out a gasp, feeling them push inside of you and curl while he continues to suck on your clit. It’s almost like he’s a pro at this with all the little moans and gasps he’s pulling from you. Like he’s living a double life studying the female anatomy of pleasure. You don’t question it though, not yet. You’re too busy tangling your hands in his hair with your head dipped forward to see the beautiful sight.

“Steven.” You whisper out because it’s all you can manage. His eyes snap up to yours and you tug on his curls. This isn’t what you want. No matter how amazing this feels, you want him to feel this good as well. He deserves it.

Reading your eyes, he slowly sits back taking his fingers out. You let out a short whimper at the loss of contact, and it’s like he almost wants to go back for more, but you drop your feet to the ground and lean down. Taking his hand in yours, you pull him up and lead him to the bed.

Both of you stand at the end, looking at each other. Eyes blown from lust and a small smile pulling at each others lips. Then you’re kissing again, and your tearing the clothes off his back and dropping to your knees.

Steven, Steven… sweet, innocent Steven, he pulls you back up and you give him a questioning look.

“It’s about you tonight, Love.” He tells you. That makes your knees shake at the thought. Never has a man thought about you during sex, only about himself. Then, along comes Steven as he pulls the hoodie and top over your head, leaving you naked in the chill of the apartment.

Your eyes start dancing across his bare chest, and you easily get distracted by the thought of him above you, the chain dangling over your face. You think about how you want to take it into your mouth and suck on it to see his reaction as he fucks you, but before your mind can make these thoughts tumble out of control Steven places a finger under your chin and lifts your gaze to his. It’s the smallest gesture, one not many would think to do. You are naked after all, so, why would he want to see your face? He see’s if every day.

The smallest nod of his head towards the bed leads you to crawling onto it, Steven following, but not before he strips completely and you’re left gawking at him. The only thought running through your head is wanting to taste him, to suck on that big, beautiful cock, but all thoughts leave your mind when he climbs on top of you. Once again getting lost in a kiss, your hands traveling his flexing back and arms as his trail across your breasts.

“Please, Steven.” You whimper into the kiss, wrapping your legs around him as your hand reaches down and grabs just what you desire.

“Oh, fuck…” Steven groans and it’s music to your ears. Never have you heard Steven curse, and now it was you that pulled it out of him? It makes you start to moan at the thought.

Running your thumb over the tip of his cock, you gather up his pre-cum and bring it up to your lips. The fascinating look on Steven’s eyes says it all as you slowly lick your lips and put your thumb in your mouth, tasting him.

“Now this is a sight.” He breathes out, copying your words from earlier. You smile around your thumb before pulling it out, wanting nothing more than to take him in your mouth and feel the strands of cum shoot down your throat, but you refrain. No way you’re going to disrupt what Steven wants, and what he wants by the look in his eyes, is you.

“Fuck me already.” You say, caressing his cheek with your hand. A turn of his head, and you watch him kiss your palm softly. You don’t know what you’re feeling, well, you know. It’s lust. But something more twirls inside. Maybe it’s love? “Please.” You add and that makes Steven smirk. He likes to hear you beg, you note. You’ll remember that.

He leans down then, placing a kiss to your forehead and down to where your pulse beats fast in your neck. He sucks and bites and you definitely can’t take it anymore.

“Steven, please. Please.” You beg, rolling up your hips nearly putting him inside you yourself. Instead, Steven reaches down and pushes himself up the length of your folds. He soaks himself in you, and it makes your eyes flutter when the tip of his cock brushes over your sensitive clit.

With another plea leaving your swollen lips, Steven locks his eyes with yours and pushes himself past your folds and into your pussy. You gasp for air, spreading your legs wider for him to fill you up as much as possible.

Steven groans, loudly, and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. Starting in the back of his throat, he bites gently onto your shoulder and lets out an almost growl.

“All right?” He asks breathlessly. You bite your lip, too lost in your mind and the feeling to hear his words. When you don’t respond, Steven lifts up to look at your face. He almost looks worried as he watches a tear escape your eye. “Love?” Steven says in question, wanting to know you’re okay.

“Mm.” You smile and wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down for a passionate kiss. Rolling your hips, he takes it as a signal and start pulling out, only to push right back in.

Steven is slow at first as he moves his lips from yours to your neck, shoulder and back up. A breath leaves your lips when you see the chain, swaying from the movement. Letting your thoughts win, you lift your head and pull the chain in your mouth with your tongue. Steven looks down at you, stuttering just the slightest at the sight. His eyes widen, yours turn to slits full of mischief. Slowly, you tilt your head forward, taking more of the chain into your mouth until your lips meet his neck.

You feel him swallow under your lips, and you hum before sucking to mark him. Wanting him to remember this night, and you do just that as you pull away. Your eyes find Steven’s again as you open your mouth, letting your tongue push out the chain and then your head rests back down into the pillow.

That’s when something like a switch flips as Steven picks up his pace, leaning down and biting across your chest, leaving perfect marks across it. He gets rougher, slamming into you. He pulls moan after moan from your lips and you let him do whatever he wants.

Steven leans back, grabbing your ankle and pushing it up over his shoulder. The new angle lets him push deeper, hitting the perfect spot to leave you a teary eyed, whimpering mess.

“Oh, Steven.” You whimper out, hands now clinging onto the blankets under you like it’s your last resort. Your eyes squeeze shut, no longer able to easily hold them open. You feel his lips meet your ankle for a split second before his fingers go back to rub your clit. “Yes.” You cry out, rolling your hips to start to meet his thrusts.

“So good.” Steven groans out, leaving you moaning from his praise. “I want you to cum for me, Love.” He urges, fucking you harder and faster than before.

Your eyes keep fluttering back into your head, nearing your orgasm quickly. Not a single thought is in your mind besides Steven. Steven.

“Steven.” You moan. “I’m…” You can’t even finish that sentence if you tried because you’re left a shuddering, moaning mess. Your eyes roll back, lids fluttering. Your body clenches, holding Steven inside you where he fills you up as he cums as well with a groan and burying himself inside as deep as possible.

After the longest, best orgasm of your life, your left with a cramp in your thigh and panting as Steven lays beside you. You rub your thigh, but Steven takes over and rubs it for you, kneading out the knot formed as you roll your head to look at him. Steven is staring at the ceiling, a beautiful, tired grin on his face as he works your thigh.

“Can I stay here tonight? With you?” You ask softly, your hand reaching up to rub his chest. Steven looks at you, grin faltering when he sees how tired you look.

“Of course, Love.” He says, reaching out and pulling you into his chest. You happily curl up in his arms, sleep tugging at you even though you know you should get up and clean up, but after that? No way are you standing right now and Steven knows it as he kisses the top of your head and lets you fall right asleep in his arms.

#absolutely feral #i hope i did this right #ive never wrote smut with the intention of posting it #moonknight #steven grant x reader #Steven Grant x PlusSize!Reader #x plus size reader #marc spector #jake lockley #marvel #smut #moonknight smut #oscar isaac #oscar isaac smut #smutty smut smut

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gojoho · 3 years

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Hi can I ask for a jealous gojo scenario? Thanks!

• note & warning; apologies for such a late response, i’m going through finals for college but wasn’t sure if you wanted this to be smut or not but considering thats really all i post, i would assume so. it’s only a little bit, anyway here you go lovely, hopefully it was what you wanted ( ive never written a scenario before so i apologize if not, i’ll do it again if you want. ) i dont know why i wrote him like this, but it’s isn’t too far fetched.

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Satoru would do best to let his pride convince his conscience that it is merely platonic, anything else suggested that he had competition; allude to the idea of someone ever having a chance against him. While what you have isn’t what most would call a relationship, and with his heavy feet on the subject of commitment—it's the way his lips meet your skin that omits such superfluous norms. They’re grateful, flushed with heated passion, insatiable, but more or so desperate.

“Am I not enough, my love?” He’d mumble out into the crook of your neck, muffled words you never think to come from the infamous Gojo Satoru, The Strongest Shaman, and it’s enough to fill you with enough dread to let his hands wander. “Do I not satisfy you?”

You’re quick to respond to his immoral fingers, shuddering at their trek down your sides and their stop just above the waistband of expensive lace he had too much fun picking for you all those weeks ago.

“Toru,” your voice is impulsively soft, the vulnerability perceived enough to cloud logic in a haze and before you can truly grasp his intentions, your lips reciprocate the same warmth. Maybe just a little more than you acknowledge.

No competition, just him, and only him. His nickname makes his pride all the more persuasive, and his fingers more confident. They’re bold in their slow intrusion, molding against your moisture, the keys to open your gates, and in a split instant he’s the only thing that's at the forefront of your mind.

“Let me be the one to take care of you, sweetheart.”

And he’s back to devouring your skin with an attentive focus on the way you melt beneath his touch, completely oblivious to anything other than getting the deep shadows his muscles cast over his body. He knows how to wind your body up, where to tune it and get a pretty little moan from those lips, knows just how much you’d need him in due time. Getting you right where he wants you.

“Only I can satisfy you,” he’d mimic a frown, splitting your knees opens down the middle. Casting a hard look along his paradise. “Only me, say it.”

It’s too much to focus on all his words with his girth parting your lips, his tip kissing your clit lovingly. “Only…you.”

Yet none of it matters, just as long as it’s him. As he sinks into you, slipping in your pooling heat, he watched your face twist in pleasure. Hands reaching for him. Something no else could even begin to comprehend, and before he's had a chance to milk another pledge from you, the words become your mantra for the night. There’s only room for one behind your walls.

“Only me.”

#jjk asks #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo satoru #jjk satoru #satoru gojo #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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dickpuncher420 · 3 years

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fic writer review

tagged by @chitsangenthusiast thank u kath <33

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

23! which is. so crazy to me?? no way i’ve written that many stories lmao

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

144,536 (also like half of that is from this past year alone LMAO??)

3. how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

only 3: atla, daughter of smoke and bone, and leviathan. and since 2015 ive only written for atla lol

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

fumbling towards ecstasy

love language

sunday morning

the kind of love (i’ve been dreaming of)

before the storm

5. do you respond to comments, why or why not?

i try to!! i’ve def been slacking recently, and i generally only respond to comments on a new fic for a certain amt of time after it’s been posted. but i like to do it bc i LOVE when fic authors respond to my comments, so i just want to return the favour to other ppl who might feel the same way! :)

6. what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

LMAO i was about to say none and then i remembered as we fade in the dark, which i wrote years and years ago so i just forgot it existed hfhsjs

7. do you write crossovers? if so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

nah, not a fan of em

8. have you ever received hate on a fic?

omg YES i got THE funniest comment on victory lap where this person was just SO MAD that sokka was a dick to zuko abt figure skating, calling him toxic and shit akwhdjwhs like i swear they just completely missed the entire point of the fic it was so funny

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

FUCK yeah i do baby. idk if i would say i specifically write a certain kind of smut but i am very fond of writing established relationship sex where they’re just very comfortable w each other and already know each other really well. which is funny bc my most popular fic is a first time sex fic but oh well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

10. have you ever had a fic stolen?

as far as im aware no

11. have you ever had a fic translated?

nope! i did have fumbling towards ecstasy podficced tho if that’s anything?

12. have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes, once, and tbh i don’t think i’d ever do it again djhsjshs it’s just not rlly my jam

13. what’s your all-time fave ship?

i rlly don’t think it’s that hard to guess LMAO

14. what’s a fic you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

ughh i hesitate to say lover come back bc i am still dead set on finishing it one day but i just haven’t made any real progress on it in so long and just arrfgghhdh it haunts me. i have so much of it written already and i don’t want it all to just go to waste :(

15. what are your writing strengths?

i’d say…dialogue and having my writing feel very physically grounded in the moment. personally, i don’t like to spend a lot of time in that sort of abstract, reflective headspace—i prefer to focus on specific, concrete moments and interactions. i try to bring attention to the sensory side of things to make it feel more tangible

16. what are your writing weaknesses?

both over- and under-editing lol. sometimes i’ll rework a line or passage too much when it was much better off the way i’d originally written it. and sometimes i’m so intent on just getting things done and posting that i don’t spend much time editing at all

17. what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages on a fic?

personally i would never do it myself, and i’m not a huuge fan of it in other fics either. there is one rlly old makorra fic that i love tho that does it and i think it works incredibly well in the specific context that it’s in

18. what was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

leviathan! those books were my first introduction into any kind of fandom stuff, they still hold a special place in my heart

19. what is your favorite fic ever written?

my favourite fic that I’VE ever written is probably victory lap, closely followed by love language. i’m still incredibly proud of both of them, but victory lap wins out in that it was such a huge, daunting project that i never expected to actually complete—and then i smashed out 26k words of the most self-indulgent au i’ve ever written in a little over two weeks and i was like. holy fucking shit. i can’t believe i did that JFHSJSH

also i’m very happy with the way i managed to execute all the stuff about sokka’s feelings and motivations and the struggles of being an athlete. it was just such a fun and fulfilling way to combine two of my biggest interests ^_^

now if we’re talking abt my favourite fic that someone else has written….shit. pls don’t ask me that, i can’t choose >_< i have a favourites tag in my bookmarks for a reason

tagging: @dameferre @goldrushzukka @ofherlionheart @foyal @lesbianvampireboyfriend @quenchyest @zukkababey @badgerfrogzukka

#im on mobile if the read more doesnt work im sorry yall #tag meme #dick punches

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dotsayers · 3 years

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20 Questions: Writer’s Edition

tagged by the beloved @myrmidryad

this is a LONG one so here’s a cut to avoid do you love the colour of the sky syndrome

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

101 after a recent purge... no one may know about my Past

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

329004! used to be about 350k but again... purge

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

on ao3 i’ve written for (chronologically) doctor who, skyfall, discworld, les mis, star trek, lord peter wimsey, marvel (various), in the flesh, red vs blue, roosterteeth rpf, check please, hockey rpf, star wars, daredevil, rivers of london, dishonored, emmerdale, dirk gently, holby city, hot fuzz, kj charles, guardian, the covert captain, taskmaster rpf, good omens, ghosts, roswell new mexico, leverage, schitt’s creek, the magicians, 9-1-1, it chapter two, the magnus archives, the old guard, the mandalorian, the ritual, the locked tomb

way back on the pit of voles i wrote for twilight, harry potter, hetalia and xmen first class. and on the newsround chatrooms i wrote exclusively harry potter fic about my oc neville and luna’s daughter

as you can tell i am not prone to staying in one fandom writing wise, i tend to end up with one complete fic and seven abandoned wips concealed deep in my google drive

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

finally see what it means to be living (captain marvel, carol/maria, i really hit the zeitgeist with this one i think i was something like the fifth fic in the ship tag)

do whatever you think (the magnus archives, this series is actually #2-7, then #8 #9 and #11 for me so i’m going to cheat a bit)

standing in a world of my own (daredevil, matt/foggy/karen, another zeitgeist hit! really miss writing for daredevil actually... it’s a perennial fave)

a winding road that stretches towards the truth (iron man, tony/rhodey, i STILL don’t know when this got so many kudos. i swear i looked away when it was at 100 and suddenly it ended up here)

where the long shadows grow (star trek aos, kirk prime/spock prime, thank god some people are checking the prime kirkspock tag is all i’m saying!)

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

i don’t really Do angsty endings... possibly a blanket of stars just because i ended it on something of a cliffhanger and then completely zoned out of rnm for long enough that i forgot where i was going with it. there was definitely the intention of fixing things but then i just... did not do that. and now the show is on s3 and i’m over a season behind! life comes at you fast

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

where the long shadows grow, because it reunited kirk prime and spock prime and they DESERVE TO BE HAPPYYYY. i’m a complete sucker for presumed dead/back from the dead stories, actually, so on a similar theme i have two (TWO) daredevil fics which follow the trope, one about ray coming back post-s2 (might never be normal again) and one about foggy and matt reuniting post-endgame (in the corner, taking up space). this is the only time i will ever acknowledge endgame ever again

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

i do write crossovers! in fact i am often roundly mocked by my friends for the increasingly esoteric nature of my crossovers. way back in secondary i wrote a twilight/labyrinth crossover where angela was sarah and jareth’s daughter because i had a massive crush on a girl who liked both twilight and labyrinth. however, since that has been comprehensively scrubbed from the internet, i think my craziest crossover is probably part three of ‘traced upon the skies’, already an esoteric crossover of rivers of london and hot fuzz, when i added in a crossover with the horror movie ‘the ritual’ just because i wanted rafe spall’s character to be happy

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

EXTREMELY rarely and only with extreme embarrassment. i will not be any more specific than that

9. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

i used to really struggle with doing this, to the point that i had over 300 comments just. lingering in my inbox unanswered. so i decided to give those up and just commit to answering them from then on, which has been working fairly well for about a year and a half now. i love getting comments but i get overwhelmed really easily and struggle with replying in a way which feels meaningful without getting in my head about it!

10. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

yes lmao it was for a harry potter fic on ff.net where harry got sorted into hufflepuff instead of gryffindor. it wasn’t a very good fic but i think the fact it was clearly written by an 11 year old should have scared off at least some of the less flattering comments.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don’t... think so? i don’t know how i’d find out to be honest, my vanity googling is rarely very effective

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! as bronze may be much beautified (skyfall, mallory/bond) got translated into chinese, i was extremely pleased. i think it’s mandarin but the ao3 page for the translation doesn’t say and my mandarin is.................. extremely poor

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

also yes! me and jess little-smartass have written a lot together, although only our star trek/les mis series has been published, more’s the pity. we spent a lot of les mis fandom time workshopping aus and we were always extremely correct about all of it, imo

14. What’s your all time favourite ship to write for?

oh god. i think probably kirk/spock, although there’s some recency bias to that since i reread space manhattans recently and was reminded of my love for them. i really like writing jon/martin but i’ve mostly done that from outsider pov which is a bit different to writing shipfic, i think. joe/nicky from tog was also something i really liked writing but i struggle with plotting longer fic with them

15. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

i recently went through my abandoned fic folder so i actually have a few options for this. the obvious choice would be ‘any of the hockey ones’ but i did delete most of those just for my sanity. more recently i started writing a vaguely smutty pre-the thing mac/fuchs fic for alex @milkdrinker5000 which i really WANT to finish but am struggling with. most obscure answer (even beyond the thing) and most likely to remain unfinished is the insanely in depth post-tog booker/copley fic i had planned out back in about october. i wrote a good 6-7k of that one and then i realised it was going to be, like, difficult, and decided if i was going to put that much work into something it may as well be the novel im meant to be writing

16. What are your writing strengths?

once a friend told me i had an excellent facility for dialogue and ive thought about it every time i write ever since. i love writing dialogue and i think i’m good at knowing what sounds ic and what is right out.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

one of the things i struggled with for a really long time, and honestly still have trouble with, is depicting action in words. once i wrote a hockey fic which featured multiple hockey games and i spent probably four times as much effort editing those to make sense and be interesting that i’ve ever done on a talkier scene.

18. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i’ve done it but only when i knew more or less what i was talking about - i did italian at school so i felt confident using it for nicky in something particular and real. i try not to italicise when i drop in words from other languages, which is what i usually do when i’m using a language i haven’t studied in depth (for example, joe’s use of arabic in some of my fic), and to only use words which i’ve heard used by native speakers in that context. i think if you don’t feel confident using another language, generally speaking, you shouldn’t do it. and for god’s sake don’t use google translate for a full sentence

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

harry potter on the newsround chatboards. ariana lovegood-longbottom my sweet child

20. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

this used to be an easy question because hands down the fic i was proudest of on posting it was i’ll be seeing you. i spent a year and a half on research and writing! but these days i do cringe a little at my hockey fic, and i think i’m prouder of some of my shorter works. let’s do a curveball and say layer on layer, down on down, which is my favourite of my rnm fics and the one i like most from a narrative voice perspective. getting michael right was stressful and i’m still proud i got it down for a TIME LOOP FIC, my absolute favourite trope

tagging @little-smartass and @leescoresbies just in case they want to try this

#gin i can't BELIEVE you wrote for xiaolin showdown. iconic #text post tag #tagged in #writing tag

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Im the list anon again and boy do I have more for you but this time I also have some questions as well if your time allows and you are willing to answer of course. First with the other things I loved:

1) the fact that Ron warmed up to Draco so quickly! I genuinely think thats so much in character. Ron is not a distrustful person and as a middle child as they come is very easygoing and would for sure make stupid jokes at Draco

2) The patronus. My god the Patronus. I seriously put the phone down and made a small slow clap during that chapter. At first I was like hmmmm *insert unsure kombucha girl face* because almost all fanfics have him with a dragon patronus and leave it at that (and lets be honest at this point my expectations of you were quite high dont blame me blame your bloody brilliant writing) but then, and I dont know if you did this on purpose or not (I have a feeling you did) but the fact that the dragon was the same (pale white) wounded but still feral dragon that Hermione FREEED (!) from a bank (£££) dungeon, malnourished and used for its nature, surrounded by darkness, wealth and misery!! And it was Hermione who broke its chains!!!!! Is just *chefs fucking kiss* slow clap*

3) the way you describe sex scenes are so natural! Ive never read a fanfic or book that doesnt make me gag a little bit (I am not a fan of smut at all but ill go with it because of a good story) until I read yours. Its so simple but yet intricate and you make the entire act so intriguing and normal and intimate. Bravo.

4) I LOVE SASHA. I love that Theo fell for her head over heels and the way you portrayd her reminded me of a friend of mine who works as a sous-chef in London so I always pictured her when reading it!

5) Dracos inner voice is ON POINT. Like I genuinely think you shoud own the rights to that character now.

6) Ill say it again. I love Ginny. You should also own the rights to her character too.

7) my interest for Quiddich (even when reading the books/wathcing the movies) was on par, if not lower than Hermiones. You managed to get me interested in that too so yes another slow clap to you

7.1) Also such a clever career for Draco!! Made si much sense!

Now to some questions

A) What was the deal with Malfoy referring to Ginny as Weasly and refusing to aknowledge her Potter surname. And why did everyone kept correcting him? It was hilarious granted but I wanted to know whether the reason you included this time and time again had to do wih something deeper? Or was this included as just a funny recurring joke?

B) Why did you choose for Draco to have a “fantasy” to produce a patronus and not for example for him to have had to do that after theyd exchanged “i love yous”. Very interesting angle and i liked that it was sort of a loophole to all the ‘death eaters cant have patronuses’ but quite curious on the thought process

C) Why did you opt for Draco to remove his mark? Do you think that stands as reward for him more or for Hermione? Very smart solution by the way

D) if you have the time- Could you please elaborate a tad more on what the soul-bonding means? Why was it so taboo? At furst hand it seems like a very romantic/amazing thing to do with your partner right?

Lastly- Do you ever itch to make a second part to this? And in the most acceptable case that you dont, I always wondered what you had in mind for them in the future- because of the soul bonding thing, you mentioned that the generational curses will be erased, which means I guess that the Malfoys can have more than one child now, and girls as well. (I cannot believe im asking for this as I am the one to avoid any pregnancy fanfics but) do you imagine them with children and if yes, how many? How do they integrate muggle devices(I know youd agree wit me that Hermione would definitively bring some muggle stuff over!) and which devices would Draco really secretly like?

Pleasewriteasecondpartwhereyouelaborateyourthoughtsonthisthankyou.

Ok rant done. :D

List anon! You’re back with another amazing ask. I’ll do my best!

1.) I like to think Ron matured a lot post-war (not enough to stop making terrible jokes, though.)

2.) Regarding your beautiful analysis of my specific dragon breed for Draco’s patronus: How many points would you like for your Hogwarts house of choice? I will add that according to Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, the Ironbelly’s scales are normally a metallic grey. I will also add that I subscribe more to book canon than movie canon. In the book version of events of the Gringotts escape, Harry breaks the chains and Hermione (with eventual help once the boys catch on) destroys the ceiling so it can have a way out. The partially blind dragon does the rest of the work on its own.

3.) Thank you, that’s very flattering.

4.) Does your friend also get you into fancy restaurants and can they make salted caramel bread pudding???

5.) Thank you, it was one of my favorite aspects of writing this story.

6.) Thank you, she’s so fun to write and flesh out from her book portrayal.

7.) Haha, I felt so validated by that line of dialogue in Cursed Child when Draco tells Harry he wanted to play quidditch professionally, but wasn’t good enough.

Now to some answers:

A.) It’s definitely a recurring joke. It’s up to the reader to interpret Draco’s actions here: is he doing it to be a massive troll? Or is he genuinely not retaining the information of her married name because he considers this fact so unimportant that he does not bother to keep it in his brain? Troll, snob, or both, you can decide!

B.) I’ll address the second part of this first, because it was not intended as a loophole. I 1000% do not understand the “death eaters can’t have patronuses” thing. It makes absolutely no sense. Snape has a Patronus. But beyond that… Umbridge has a Patronus (a cat). If we’re letting that woman have a Patronus, then yeah, I think Draco can cast one. As for the vision that Draco used to conjure it… up to you whether that’s a fantasy or a glimpse of a certain ritual actually working. Draco’s thoughts on the matter: “An image of such striking tangibility that he might have already lived it, or perhaps experienced time in such a way that he lived it now.”

C.) I wanted Draco to have a choice, obviously a recurring theme for him in RN. For my characterization of him, that symbol on his arm causes him nothing but shame and self-loathing (see the end of chapter 36 during his heart-to-heart with Hermione). He’d already exercised almost every known avenue to rid himself of it before Hermione entered his life (he lists these in chapter 44). Hermione already loved him (and has told him so) by the time she’s figured out how to remove it: “I love the man you are today and I will love that man tomorrow, bare forearm or not. I simply wanted you, for once, to have the choice. It’s your body.”

D.) Ooh anon, you are tempting me here. I really hate to be coy, but you might see some future writing on this very topic.

I can at least answer the taboo part: I think soul magic in general (horcruxes, the use of unicorn blood) is quite taboo in the HP universe. As no one knows what happens after death (not even ghosts, Nearly Headless Nick says as much when Harry asks him point-blank in OoTP) I think most magical folk would think the intense ritual (blending magical cores) an unnecessary thing anyway. As Draco explains in chapter 48, since no one actually knows the effects or if it works, it’s considered a bit over-the-top since it’s probably futile anyway. It is also not a Vow with a death component; Narcissa is obviously alive in this story even though Lucius is already dead. I wrote the generational curse protection theory in as a dig at Cursed Child for the way they handled Astoria’s character.

The idea of it I think is romantic, but I will stress it is very dependent upon the intent of the two participants. To quote Draco in chapter 48 again: “To twine one’s soul to another showed a willingness to not only physically tether one’s self during your time here on earth, but to commit to a blending of your magical cores, putting faith in your magic to recognize its bonded counterpart in another life. Should other lives even exist.”

If you re-read Draco’s experience during the bonding ceremony in chapter 51 (starting from this bit: “The cognizance of his own powers never felt sharper, more familiar, but suddenly another power pulsed within to join with his.”) you might find it bears a resemblance to the trajectory of their relationship.

Lastly- I’ve left Draco and Hermione to their wedded bliss. I’ve got nothing planned for them beyond where they are in the final lines of chapter 51. I don’t have that itch to write more into their future because it would feel forced. Draco laid out his two envisioned futures with Hermione in chapter 48 when they discuss having or not having children. They are happy and content in the life they chose together. That’s all I ever wanted for them.

You will see more from this story though. I have an entire series of one-shots and outtakes from the published Remain Nameless timeline that I’ll start posting soon.

Thank you so much list anon! These were fun to answer!

#remain nameless #dramione #list anon #asked and answered

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