#@ Marti this is based on your tags
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oh I have a marty thot for sure! I’ve been thinking about riding his thigh while he sits back and just watches, kinda unimpressed at the show and telling you “you can do better than that, can’t you?”
Earn It
Pairing: Matt Martin x sugar baby!reader (f)
Universe: sugar daddy Marty
Word Count: 3k
Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY). Sugar daddy/baby dynamic, lap dance, semi-public/risque sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, choking, mild degradation, creampie, a little bit of cum play (lmao jfc).
Fridays are supposed to be celebratory; the end of the week, welcoming in a few days off to relax and reset. What they’re not supposed to be are stressful, non-stop, chaotic.
Yet here you are, already thinking about the large glass of wine you’re going to pour yourself when you get home; the only decision you’re planning to make for the rest of the night is red or white.
Setting your keys into the bowl on the table beside the door, you eye the pristine leather sneakers next to your shoe rack, but make no move to greet the person you already know is waiting on the couch. You knew you’d regret having the extra key made for him, that he’d show up unannounced like a poorly-timed pimple, but it’s not like you really could say no—not when you consider that he all but pays your rent.
When you round the corner, bag left on the quartz countertop (an upgrade he insisted on when you were signing your new lease), you finally offer him your attention.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he muses, glancing up from where he’s scrolling on his phone. You do your best to mask the shiver that runs down your spine when his eyes lock with yours. Based on the smirk that quirks up on his face, you’d wager a guess that you did a poor job of it.
“Hi, Matty,” you say. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“You need a new dress for the charity gala,” he drawls.
“I do, do I?”
He ignores your attitude, standing up to walk over to the island and setting the invitation in front of you. You glance it over, admiring the thick, black cardstock and gold foil detailing the casino-themed event taking place at UBS Arena next month.
“Black tie attire,” you hum. “I don’t have anything that’s black-tie appropriate.”
“That’s why you need a new dress.”
“And that’s why you’re here right now, sitting on my couch after a day from hell, full of back-to-back meetings, am I correct?”
Matt smiles again. “Already have a bubble bath going for you, my little brat. I’ll be here tomorrow at 9 to pick you up.”
You feel a little guilty for the sass, smiling bashfully at him as he plants a sweet kiss on your cheekbone on his way to the door. “Lock up behind me, darlin’.”
Goddamn him. Always knowing exactly how to charm you to get you to bend to his every will—but not without giving him the kind of attitude that makes his dick hard. A fair tradeoff, in your opinion.
That’s why you work, why your dynamic makes your relationship feel so smooth and seamless and… perfect. Except the part where he’s paying you to fuck him.
Either way, it’s how you find yourself walking along Fifth Avenue, following Matt as he leads you into stores with price tags that intimidate you so much, your cheeks get hot. He lets you browse on your own, warming you up a bit, picking out a few items for work along with a new Yves Saint Laurent purse.
Purchase after purchase. Item after item. The ease with which Matt whipped out his thick, black credit card—you know, the heavy ones that just feel luxurious—almost physically pains you as you try to do the mental math of what he’d spent today.
Finally, you follow him to the dresswear section of Bergdorf Goodman’s, admiring the ease with which he carries the multiple bags in his large hands. You feel well and truly spoiled, thinking to yourself that the dark green lace set he purchased at Fleur du Mal will come in handy later when it comes time to show your gratitude.
“This dress,” he murmurs against your temple, pressing an affectionate kiss to your skin as the fitting room attendant readies a room for you. “I want everyone there to imagine fucking you out of it.”
At this point, you’re used to his blunt and sometimes crude nature, but that doesn’t stop your skin from heating at his crass words. You can’t deny the warmth that radiates between your legs, though, at the thought of him showing you off, claiming you as his, publicly. And, well, how are you supposed to say no to him buying you a dress that’s worth more than your groceries for the month?
The selection is enormous, and you find yourself overwhelmed by the options—lace, chiffon, silk, crepe—all of it doesn’t mean much to you, so you rely on your stylist to select a few options that complement your body type. Matt sits quietly in the corner of the fitting room, watching you try on dress after dress, making barely any comment other than an occasional hum.
When the stylist leaves you to contemplate your options, you glance over your reflection, at the Alex Perry gown that stares back at you. It’s the first dress that feels right, and you can’t help the feeling of excited anticipation that fills your chest when you think about wearing it beside Matt at the gala. Maybe he’d wear that delicious gray suit that you like, the one you almost stained permanently humping his thigh like a fucking dog in heat.
“Is this the one you want?”
You do a final spin in the mirror, checking the various angles and standing on your toes to imitate your height in heels. It’ll need to be altered a bit, but you’re pleased with the way it fits your body and, more importantly, the way it makes you feel luxurious. With your nod, Matt leans forward and glances at the price tag hanging out of the back. His eyes flick to yours in the mirror, and you stew in discomfort for the few seconds before he’s sitting back, apparently approving of the price.
A wide smile forms on your face, feeling a bit like a child on Christmas morning at your excitement. You like Matt for far more than his wallet, but you can’t deny that it feels nice to be spoiled by him, to feel lavished by his gifts and special treatment.
“Think it’s time for you to say thank you, don’t you?”
Matt’s low purr snaps you out of your thoughts, eyes focusing back on the navy silk material that’s hugging your body. The corset bodice keeps you tucked in, accentuating the curve of your breasts, fabric draped across your middle and fastened in place with a large, glittering piece. But the real attention-grabber is the slit on the left side that goes up to your hip, revealing almost your entire leg.
You cast a glance at him in the mirror, a flutter in your chest when you see the way his eyes rake in your reflection. He hums, and though he told you it was your decision, you’re pleased that he likes what he sees.
“Thank you, Matty,” you say, batting your eyelashes at him. You lean forward and press a kiss against his lips, warm and soft—the kind you could fall into with ease. He smiles, crooked and patronizing as he tsks.
“Oh, sweetheart, you know that isn’t good enough. Look at all these bags—all for you. I think I deserve more gratitude than that, hm?”
The hidden meaning of his velvet words are enough to make you shiver, your heart chilling as you realize what he wants. His eyes glitter as he watches you, sees the recognition on your face and the hitch in your throat.
Your voice is hoarse as you whisper, “Here?”
Matt blinks, lazily, with a raised eyebrow, like he’s challenging to you to deny him. Of course you can’t, and he knows it. He leans back on the bench, his back resting against the wall and his legs spread comfortably. It’s a silent invitation, one you can’t refuse, and you find yourself moving to sit in his lap with a shaky gulp.
His hands weave their way to your hips, warm through the material of your jeans. “Good girl.”
With just the right amount of pressure, he encourages you to move your waist, swaying your hips as your ass brushes against his groin. He’s half hard, the bulge firm against you as you set a rhythm, listening for any other customers entering the dressing rooms nearby. The classy elevator music hums softly through the speakers while the silk covering your ass glides against his slacks in a filthy narrative.
A low hum of approval sounds from Matt’s chest, eyes glued to the way you work your hips. It isn’t long before you’re glancing behind you, meeting his eyes as he regards you with his easy, lazy gaze. Beneath the firm press of your ass, you can feel him hardening as the tick of your heartbeat increases in your throat. His signature smirk slides its way onto his face, smug, soaking in the fact that he’s got you wrapped around his finger, willing to do practically anything he asks you.
It isn’t long before he’s stiff, solid beneath you, and you feel an involuntary throb at the size of him. Every moment, you remain vigilant, ears perked for voices—or worse, the sound of someone’s gasp. It reflects in your movements, not lackluster but certainly not to your usual level of enthusiasm. There’s something about him when he’s like this—cocky confidence rolling off of him in waves, his gaze heating your skin—that drives you desperately, deliciously wild, a feral urge in you snatching control of your conscience.
But not right now. And he knows it.
He hums, displeased, and you have a split moment to register his disappointment before he’s purring, “Sweetheart, I think you can do better than that, can’t you?”
The velvet of his voice strokes the flame inside you, sending a wave of warmth between your thighs. Another throb against the stiffness under your ass. His hands remain at his sides, not offering any assistance. You can practically feel his lazy gaze on your ass, waiting patiently for you to react.
He senses your hesitation, knows the reason you’re timid—waiting for the fitting room attendant to come back at any minute and discover the lewd situation unfolding. So he changes his approach, voice honeyed and silky smooth. “Look at that gorgeous dress. Y’look fucking stunning in it, baby. But you gotta earn it, darlin’.”
You meet his gaze in the reflection of the mirror, see the glitter in them that tells you he’s serious, accepting the small nod he gives you. Bracing your hands on his meaty thighs, you resume your movements, pressing yourself into his groin with more force.
Matt’s words echo in your head as you work him—and yourself—into a frenzy. Earn it. He didn’t specify what his… end goal was, but from the glint in his eye you think it’s safe to assume it’s more than just a clothed lap dance in the middle of the dressing room.
How you ended up half-naked, thong tugged to the side, hands bracing yourself against the wall of the fitting room, you’re not sure; all you really know is the feeling of Matt’s weight behind you, so tall his face is almost out of your view in the mirror’s reflection. He’s not looking at you, instead focused on tapping the head of his erection against your ass.
You bite your lip to stifle a whine, staring at him in the hopes he’ll offer you just a glance so you can beg him silently to please, put it in. Eventually, he does, sees the desperation pooling in your eyes and chuckles smugly, pleased at the rash desire he finds in them.
“Arch it for me, sweet girl.”
Obeying, you press your ass out toward him, thinking you’d break your back right here, right now, if it meant he’d provide you with some relief. His warm palm presses against your spine, encouraging you to go further, and he hums in approval at the view you present him: expensive dress bunched over the swell of your hips, ass out, pussy dripping, eyes wanton and pleading with him in the mirror.
“You want it?” he asks, his voice so low you strain to hear it.
You’re almost embarrassed at how fast you nod, not wanting to waste any time. He smirks again, and you know he’s biting back the urge to tease you, instead just offering, in all its simplicity: “Slut.”
There’s a brief moment where he allows his words to sink in, a flood of arousal seeping out of your bare, uncovered core, threatening to drip onto the faded wood flooring of the dressing room. You’re grateful that he didn’t make you beg—he usually does—but then he’s pressing into you without warning and a loud cry leaves your lips.
Your hand slaps over your mouth to muffle the sound, but he’s already gotten what he wants out of you, a more than obvious admission of the debauchery occurring just inside the fitting room. Instead, he focuses on the warm wetness enveloping his dick, watching the way your cunt sucks him in, greedy.
Despite his reckless attitude, he’s aware of the slap of his hips against your ass, and instead of jackhammering into you the way he wants to, he’s opted for hard, deep, slow thrusts; hard enough to have a soft, involuntary sigh every time he sheaths himself to the hilt inside of you. It’s the opposite of a quickie (even though that’s exactly what this is); instead, he’s diligent, indulging himself in the feeling of your tight walls throbbing around his length.
All things considered, you’re pleased with the minimal amount of noises sounding from your stall; though your body shivers when you hear the low groan rumble in his chest. With a glance in the mirror, you can see the way he’s watching himself pull out of your cunt, biting his lip at the sight.
Matt offers a light slap of his tip against your lips before he’s jutting his hips forward, subtly, to rub his length against your clit. The sensation makes you shiver, the slickness of his shaft sliding against the tender button, and you feel the shockwaves coursing through you at the movement.
With his free hand, he gathers your hair in his fist and yanks backward, arching your back until your head is resting against his chest. The sharp pain melds into pleasure, loving the way he knows exactly how to take control over your body to have you dizzy with lust. Hot breath fans over your ear, soft and subtle pants puffing air down your neck. “Fuck yourself on it, baby.”
His warm fingers press into your hips, urging you to move; you do, seeking out that delicious tingle when the fat tip of his cock brushes against your clit, running between your folds. You hear the pleased hum in your ear, quiet, and then the chuckle that follows when he slips into you, a loud gasp leaving your lips.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he murmurs with a low groan. “So fucking wet for me, just the way I like it.”
Matt urges you to keep going, biting back another moan at the feeling of him being buried inside you. Your hips roll him in and out of you, and Matt’s hand trails over your ribcage, groping your breast on its way up to finally land at your throat, fingers curling around the base and squeezing. “Makin’ too much noise. Someone’s gonna hear you, and then I won’t get to flood this pretty little cunt with cum, will I?”
Swallowing the urge to whine with need, you shake your head, trying to tell him with your eyes how badly you want that. His lips press softly against the place where your shoulder meets your neck, keeping eye contact with you through the mirror while he angles his hips in search of the spot that’s going to have you dribbling down your legs. He knows he’s reached it by the way your mouth falls open, your brows scrunching in pleasure when the nudge of him against your g-spot has your eyes fluttering shut.
He hums again, and you know he’s pleased—both with himself for reading your body like his favorite book, and with you for being obediently quiet. The hand around your neck tightens while the forceful punch of Matt’s hips grows more intentional, aiming for precision rather than speed.
The smirk in the mirror, flashed in your direction is enough to make you shiver in his arms. “You think you can stay quiet while you come for me? Hmm?”
You’re trapped—can’t nod, can’t speak, barely hanging onto your last shred of control before you’re succumbing to the release that rips through you. Your legs shake, lungs scrambling for breath as the wave crashes over you, hands clutching the wall in search of purchase. Tears prick at the rims of your eyes, blurring your vision.
Matty’s eyes glitter as he pulls out of you, grinning when he hears the slickness between your legs.
“Love it when she purrs for me.”
It’s only when you feel hot liquid oozing out of you that you realize he met his climax, too, burying the evidence deep within your core. Your shaky legs clench together in an effort to prevent his cum from seeping down your legs and onto the floor.
Matt’s hands linger on your sides to make sure you’re steady before he’s tugging your panties back in place and swooping the dress back over your hips. He hums at the creamy drips on the inside of your thighs, swiping up to collect it on his finger. You don’t even have to be told to open your mouth, eyes fluttering shut when he presses the salty mixture onto your tongue. He hums when your lips close around the digit, sucking it clean before he releases it with a pop.
His eyes are still dark when he presses the call button on the wall with a crooked grin, and when the attendant knocks gently on the door, he says simply, “We’ll take the dress.”
#matt martin fic#matt martin x reader#hockey fic#hockey imagine#nhl imagine#nhl fic#nhl fanfiction#hockey smut
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As we gear up to start striving for our April goals, you might run into a problem - how do you create a character? Or if you're editing, how do you add dimension to a character? Here's tips for both!
Creating A Character Tips
Use a template - Templates are broads. They can be a Myer's Brigg type, a star sign, an archetype, or your blorbo from your current fandom. But each serves as a template you can customize. The fiery Scorpio who is willing to step on folk to reach for CEO. The mentor who sends each adventurer off with a packed lunch. Crowley from Good Omens - but twisted so he's just someone in the building who wears black and disregards every. single. rule. and completes every request made by blondes with puppy dog eyes. Start with a template, then make them you're own!
Know their SES - Social Economic Status. Things like education level, class, age, ethnicity, and social status. Together they have an impact on someone's lived experiences and outlook - a wealthy black man and a wealthy white man will have different experiences. Figure out your character's status, and use that to shape them.
Give them a goal - Your character's goal can be grand - kill the king - or small - make the perfect cake - but they should have something they are striving for.
Give them a weakness - Just like Marty McFly can't stand to be called a coward, what is your character's weakness? It can be a physical thing, keep Superman away from the Kryptonite, or something that causes them to make bad decisions, like hubris.
Adding Dimension to A Character
Add a Counterpoint - Give your character a trait opposite something standard in your template. Your grumpy character lights up around their hobby. Your mentor character is actively trying to learn some new skill. These type of elements prevent your character from feeling flat.
Link weakness to strength - This gives your character a range. If their weakness is their stubbornness, a refusal to back down getting them into trouble, show situations where it flips to determination that helps save the scene.
Give them an arc - A growing character makes them more developed, and for many protagonists this growth is based on the events of the plot. But your secondary characters can grow too! Even if readers don't see every step.
Whether you're springing into a new character, or revisiting one, we hope these tips help! Feel free to share your own in the tags.
#creative writing#spring into a story#springintoastory#writeblr#writing#writing challenge#writing community#writing advice#writing tips#characters#character design#how to write#writing help#writing characters#writblr
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weekly tag wednesday
tagged by: @samantitheos and @mybrainismelted
Weekly Tag Wednesday - Firsts!
Name: Lem
Age: 32
First Pet? We had an array of different dogs and animals before, but the one I remember solidly as the first one with a name that was there longer than a month was a black pug, her official name was Julianna Opal, why? We got Juliana from the movie Quest for Camelot, and Opal was my brother and dad's birthstone. But her name that stuck was Ding based on the dinging her tags made on her food bowl.
First Word? I think to my mother's dismay it was dada. BUT mom tells this good story about the first time I said fuck. I was about three and she was heavily pregnant with my brother, we were playing with barbies on the floor and i just casually slip a "fuck" between whatever barbie babble I was doing, She calmly asks ("I knew I had to be calm because you were three and if I made a scene you'd say fuck everywhere knowing it was bad because you were a little shit") "where did you hear that word honey?" Thinking I'd say my dad.
my reply? "From yooooou"
First Celebrity Crush? oh hell, the only one coming to mind is Adrien Brody, which I know was in middle school because I would print pictures of him off in the school library and keep them in a special folder to look at through the day when class was lame. (no shame)
First IRL Crush? His name was Tommy, starting at least in kindergarten to when he moved in third grade. He promised me a kiss once we both turned 18 too, which he never fulfilled.
First kiss? His name was Marty, we hid in the big tunnel on the playground in first grade and the entire memory is blurry, but I remember that little kiss.
Now first KIIIIISS i was 16 and we were watching Tarzan at my house and he just leaned over and kissed me during the opening song, before Tarzan's parents died.
First Car? fuuuuck I loved that thing. a 1991 grand marquis mercury. BEST BOAT ever
First apartment/house/dorm/whatever away from your parents? I moved in with my best friend (still my best friend) and my boyfriend at the time, into a trailer, three bed two bath, big ass kitchen, I loved the shower/bath it was huuuge.
First time on a plane? Never been on one.
First cellphone? a tracfone
First concert? Fallout Boy right before the pandemic.
First Foreign country you visited? Never been to one.
First sport you ever played? soccer when I was four or five.
First career aspiration? National Geographic photographer
And finally… tell me about the first time you wrote/drew/created/whatever something that made you think "wow". Middle School, wrote a four composition book length book about a girl who fell in love with a werewolf then got kidnapped by the evil werewolf creator and taken to his evil castle in the artic, where she started learning spells and when her beloved came to rescue her she helped kick ass.
Cringingly i tried to read through it and edit it a few years ago and I was APPALLED that I ASKED my 7th grade english teacher to read it and edit my grammar and spelling.
I swear to fuck she and the other teachers must have had discussions about it because they ALL made some comment about my book here and there and asked to be mentioned when I published my first one.
THERE WERE MAKEOUT SCENES
THERE WAS DISNEY SONG INSERTS
SHE THOUGHT JCPENNY WAS A HIGH END FASHION STORE
THE MALE LOVE INTEREST (THE WEREWOLF) HAD NEVER HAD MCDONALDS IN HIS TWENTIES AND SHE INTRODUCED IT TO HIM LIKE IT WAS AMBROSIA AND HONEY
god the flashbacks
I'll tag @witchboywitchboywitchboy @suzy-queued @ian-galagher
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BTTF Year-End Tag Game!
Thanks for the tag, @mjf-af! And thanks for loving one of my favorite fics this year, @daryfromthefuture! 🥰
This year:
How many times would you guess you watched the first back to the future movie? First film, only once or twice. After I finished basically studying it frame-for-frame for my triloogy rewrite, I took a bit of a break lol.
Did you get any sweet bttf merch? If so, what! I did! Lots! I got the complete 1989 BttF II Topps trading card collection, We Don't Need Roads: The Making of the Back to the Future Trilogy, Creating Back to hte Future: The Musical, Save the Clocktower tote, BttF Musical t-shirt, Pink Clint Eastwood hoodie, Enchantment Under the Sea Dance t-shirt, and a 10K medal from MedalChasers!
3. How many cans of Pepsi Free did you chug this year? None. Don't hurt me, but I'm a Diet Coke girl. I was heavily into Pespi in my youth, but I gave up pop for a few years, then one of my medications changed my tastebuds like whoa and I couldn't handle how sweet it was!
4. What was a favorite bttf fanfic you read this year? Don't do this to me! 😩 Tie between He Didn't Start the Fire by @daryfromthefuture, which really started all this 40s Doc phenomenon and was gifted to me in exchange for A Fracture in the Space-time Continuum. I also loved being a part of @professorsaber's r/ThePinheads: Guys, Marty McFLy really *is* a time traveller!!!
5. A favorite bttf fanart you saw this year? (please give us a link, not a screencap/repost!) My favorite this year was one that was a surprise made just for me, so it has no link, unfortunately. @daryfromthefuture drew this for my birthday way back in March of her Until I Get Home Marty and my Once Upon A Time in the West "Clint" about to be blown to bits by cake. Affectionately. :) I smile at it often and love it so much! 🥰
6. Did you create any bttf fanart or fanfic? If you did, what one(s) are you proudest of? Pfffft. Apparently, I added 22 (‽) fics to the BttF AO3 this year?? When the hell did I have time to do that?? Anyhoo, my favorite is a three-way tie and changes based on my mood: A Fracture in the Space-time Continuum (the most canon-flavored of the lot), Now I Am Become Death (my history-heavy Manhattan Project Doc fic), and Once Upon a Time in the East (#2) (because of all the personal leaps in my writing I took with this one).
7. How many times were you late for school this year? I don't attend school anymore, and being self-employed, I have the luxury of running a few minutes late (if it's more than 5 minutes, I count it as late late).
8. Did you watch any other movies/tv shows with BTTF actors in them? I watched MJF's documentary, Still. I watched about a million episodes of classic Spongebob, where Tom Wilson does a lot of voice acting. Watched Who Framed Roger Rabbit? once with Christopher Lloyd as the amazingly unsettling Judge Doom, Titanic with Billy Zane, and I think that's it. I didn't get a lot of screen time outside writing this year.
9. Was there a memorable moment you heard a Huey Lewis song this year? In September, "Hip to be a Square" came on in the grocery store, and I was reminded how much I loved that song as a kid. I'm gonna catch hands for this, but it's probably my favorite Huey Lewis song. :)
10. How many times did you fall down this year? I don't even know. Two of those falls involved my lower legs folding up underneath me as I slid down the stairs, though. The first time, I broke a toe, and the second time was down a set of brick stairs. My entire left leg was a bruise from knee to ankle. There is still some swelling in my knee a month later that makes it painful to kneel on that knee.
11. Did you get to see BTTF: The Musical? What was your experience like! I did I did I did I did I DID!! It was AMAZING! I was out the door and back home in 25 hours, and it was such a fun solo venture! I even got to meet @bri-to-the-future because we happened to be there the same day! I have detailed it extensively in this post!
12. How many times did your mom retell the story of how she and your father met? Uh, maybe once that I heard (I don't live with them anymore). It's a great story. I heard it a bunch growing up, though! My mom was a Good Student, and my dad was Just There Joking-type. They had Home Ec together. She was passing out tests for the teacher, and my dad handed the test back to my mom and said, "I don't want this." My mom just froze up because she didn't know what to do. XD
13. If you could describe your year in a BTTF quote, which one would it be? "You man enough to back them up with more than just a pie plate?" comes to mind because I'm a dreamer with ADHD. That means I spout off stuff all the time that I want to do (fics I want to write), but they're only going to get done through my actions. Starting stuff is hard for an ADHDer, even if it's something we REALLY want to do. I have to follow through or it won't happen. And I did a good deal of that this year and last year, and I'm big proud of that!
14.⚡️LIGHTNING ROUND⚡️ Did you get to: go on any trains, skate on a skateboard, ride a horse, drive a Delorean, run in the rain, go to a dance, hang up a clock, play the guitar, pull an all-nighter, read science fiction, or drive-thru Burger King this year?
15. Your future is whatever you make it! So what are you going to make of this coming year? I said this last year, but this year I'm gonna stick to it: this coming year, I'm going to focus more on reading again. I've spent the last three years going so hard with my writing, terrified if I stopped I wouldn't start again for another eight years, but I'm also confident enough to say that I'll be writing here and there again and not lose it like I did before. I want to read more in 2024 because some of my own writing is feeling stale, like I'm reusing phrases, words, scenarios, etc., and I need some new stuff to inspire the evolution of my writing. I also want to start working on something original! I will absolutely still be around (I host June of Doom after all, and I have a McFly July streak to maintain)! So keep tagging me in these awesome games!
I'm tagging everyone who hasn't been tagged yet!!! :D
#back to the future#bttf#bttf year-end tag game#tag game#fanfic#fanfiction#bttf art#i love these!#thanks!!#see you guys in 2024!!
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Jackie I'm still saving the last ep but. I need to hear your thoughts about TD. Is there a tag where you've screamed about it? Or feel free to do it again!! What do you love about it. Tell meeee
screaming and crying over this ask tbhhh
firstly - I do have a true detective tag! and a rust cohle tag! and a rust x marty tag! and although I don't have a distinct tag for meta & such, I infuse most of my reblogs with an insane amount of unhinged raving in the tags, so, lmao. it's def there if you want it! XD
secondly - there is actually a lot I can't say without you having seen the last episode, in particular the way the show ends. one of the things I love is the fullness of their arc(s) and the way they're changed by the end, for which you gotta see how it wraps up!!!
all that aside though... man. why I love this show is almost too big and amorphous to answer lol, but I'll give it a shot!
lmao whoops this got long
I mean... one obvious variable is Rust himself. I am so endlessly compelled by both the tragedy and the potential of him. by thinking about who he used to be - when he had Sophia, when he had Claire. he tells Papania and Gilbough that the job didn't make him that way but that being that way made him right for the job, but was he always that way? was he always a lonely jaded cynic, a product of growing up in the Alaskan wilderness with nothing but his imagination and his synesthesia to keep him occupied? is his nihilism baked into his DNA or was it carefully constructed after a lifetime of being abandoned and disappointed, used and discarded? the thing about him is that he wears that nihilism on the surface, almost like a badge of honor, but there is always this pervasive sense that he is in a state of grief for the things he no longer allows himself - love, desire, softness, comfort, hope. he has made himself into this target for other peoples' pain and bullshit because it slides right off him, so he might as well, right?
like, the whole thing with Crash... that REALLY fucks me up. episode 4 is actually my favorite, and Crash is definitely a huge part of that. he accesses a whole different part of himself to inhabit that person. you can tell that during his time with the Iron Crusaders, he was like... their pet. fed drugs and passed around, used and abused, all for the sake of "the job," but it so clearly was a way to exercise self-punishment, an excuse to remove himself from polite society and just give in to his baser nature. when it came time to put Crash back on, he donned him like a second skin, confident to the point of mania, in a way that breaks my fucking heart. I could go on and on about Crash tbh, it almost warrants its own post lol.
and then there's like, the way he has somehow both no relationship with his body and yet a strict routine for its upkeep. he keeps the engine running (or at least he did, for a while) but he doesn't allow that body so much as the dignity of sleeping with a bedframe. he doesn't use it for pleasure, he barely knows how to control it when he's not using it for his job. and yet, every single thing about his physicality compels me. his slouch. his gait. his little mouth noises. matt mcc I can take or leave, but I think Rust specifically is one of the most beautiful creatures I have ever seen or ever will see.
okay... let me move on to Marty. Marty is fucking fascinating to me. he's a bastard and an asshole and a hypocrite and I think so much about the way insecurity rules his life. he makes all of his choices based on what he thinks he should want, what kind of man he thinks he should be, and he will delude himself to the point of absurdity in order to realize that vision. (it's why, in my headcanon, comphet plays a huge role in his relationship with Rust and with himself, but that's another story.) like, Marty doesn't actually want to be a family man lmao, but, he has to want to be one. where Rust has given up all illusions of being any sort of person at all, Marty has made pointed decisions about what kind of person - what sort of Man - he is, and that's that. so, nothing slides off him, because everything challenges his fragile sense of self. he overcompensates, he's a product of generational toxic masculinity - by all accounts he's a total stereotype. but like... that's what makes his relationship with Rust so goddamn irresistible.
there's just so much going on there, constantly. Marty claims not to want to get to know Rust, but he can't stop digging and prying, and his protests about what he finds are so... performative. he can barely show up for his own family in the most basic of ways but he's constantly bringing Rust food & coffee, voicing concern about the way Rust lives, trusting him, vouching for him - he cares. so much. and because there's no road map of Expectations to dictate that care, he never becomes suffocated by it. and Rust, despite himself, can feel all of that. it is no small thing for Rust, the eternal lone wolf, to have a partner. he most definitely knows Marty thoroughly - knows when he's lying to himself, knows when to call him on it and when not to. for Marty, he makes a space. carves a notch into the solid rock of his soul and reserves it for Marty alone. after their split, he never really recovers. neither of them do. Rust never fixes his taillight, Marty lets everything dissolve once and for all and spends years alone with his microwave dinners, because what's the point? what they felt when they were together, what they had, was incredibly profound and deeply beyond articulation (they're not willing to do it, even if they could.) and it is truly in the finale that you see the veracity of that change, what means to unexpectedly reclaim the thing that changed you.
anyway, this was just sorta a stream of consciousness, not particularly considered and very off the cuff, and therefore barely skims the surface of why I love this show. I'm sure I'm leaving out so, so much. and of course, it doesn't even touch on the baser reasons I love it/them - I love stories about bitter washed-up old men!!! I love the idea of what they could mean to each other! theirs is some of the only fic I've ever cried at or reread. their happiness, their future, is so ridiculously important to me. and I love the music! and the southern gothic vibes! and Rust's scraggly long hair and his insane mustache and how good he looks in that black shirt when he takes Marty to the storage locker!!! I love that from that first episode, the moment Rust showed up at Marty's door plastered and crying, I knew I was done-for. I mean. y'know?!?!?!
welp lmao. I don't think all THIS is what you asked for but it's what came outta me, so, hey. thank you for giving me a reason to think about them tonight!!!
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 🤍
you AND @youngpettyqueen both sent me this which 💜 this just means ten deranged self-recs because. deranged. i'd like to pretend this will be a diverse collection of recs, but. lmao.
1. None of Us are More Than Caretakers (The West Wing)
I wrote this whole story in about six weeks, and I loved every minute of it! About my only real complaint for season 7 of TWW is the transition stuff was so largely focused on the incoming administration, and I wanted to focus more on CJ and Danny (and the secret relationship!) and it overall turned into a little thing about legacy. And all because Gerald Ford happened to die during that time frame IRL! The alternative title is "what if I spent this whole fic setting up the events of Institutional Memory".
A snippet:
“Off the record?”
Danny laughs, leaning back against the headboard. “How exactly would you expect me to quote you on this, CJ? The president’s chief of staff, while sitting in this reporter’s bed eating ice cream after sex, was quoted as saying…”
CJ smiles too. “Force of habit.”
“Sure.”
2. Don't Bet Your Future (M*A*S*H)
My most indulgent, most SILLY passion project. The combination of my love for M*A*S*H + Back to the Future = "Don't Bet Your Future". Essentially, it's a retelling of Back to the Future only BJ is Marty, Daniel is Doc, and... in 1955, Hawkeye is Daniel's son whom BJ has never heard of. This was the best thing I've ever written if only because it was so much fun. You should all write a fic based on your favourite movie, actually. 🥰🥺 (someday, sequels...)
Snippet:
And then a minute later, “What year is it?”
BJ scoffs a little, turning on his side.
He can just see the outline of Hawkeye in the dim of the room, a negative space with a warm voice, “Don’t laugh, I’m serious.”
“It’s 1955.”
“And who’s the president?”
“Ronald Reagan,” BJ says grumpily. “Can I go back to sleep now, or are you gonna keep making me think about Ronald Regan?”
“Is he a good president?” Hawkeye asks curiously.
BJ thinks of AIDS and grimaces, his reply a little shorter than he means it to be. “No.”
3. What Unites Us (M*A*S*H)
One of my favourite gen fics I've written for MASH! Essentially, all of the letters sent back to the 4077 post-party. 🥰
4. Ties That Bind (Star Trek: TOS)
The Journey to Babel tag because Jim and Spock accidentally being linked by Amok Time and only finding out because Sarek lets it slip can be so personal (my first K/S day fic)
5. xenia (M*A*S*H)
The first time Peg meets Hawkeye, as seen through a classical lens (aka I wrote this one December while procrastinating studying for a classics final. Triad-ish, Peg's POV.
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Get to Know Me - Sims Edition
If you saw me accidentally post this before I filled it out and had to private it really quick, no you didn't. 😚
Thank you for the tag, @simsdastra! ❤️
What’s your favorite Sims death?
In Sims 2, the satellite death and death by flies. I used those constantly.
In Sims 3, the meteor death (obviously) and the time sickness death. The meteor one because of how devastating it is while still making your surviving Sims a shit load of money and the time sickness one for how existentially horrifying it is. You just get Marty McFly'd right out of reality! 😱 I haven't had a Sim die that way when it wasn't on purpose and I'm willing to bet not many other Simmers have either. It's a pretty rare death.
In Sims 4, it's the pufferfish death and the Rabid Rodent Fever death. So visceral and mildly disturbing! When Sims 4 gets it right, it gets it right!
Alpha CC or MaxisMatch?
Alpha hair in Sims 3 because it's an absolute necessity, but I don't mind most of the EA clothes so I guess that's Maxis Mix?
When I played Sims 4, I was Maxis Match all the way except when it came to makeup and skin details.
Do you cheat your sims weight?
Not as much as I cheat their muscle slider. I find it preposterous that a Sim with no muscle definiton can go for one jog and come back shredded. I am constantly cheating their muscle mass back down to a more realistic level.
Do you move objects?
Of course, how do you live without that? In fact, I even have a button on my gaming mouse programmed to it.
Favorite Mod?
The transmogfrifer mod by icarus_allsorts and the stencil remover by velocity grass. I use these so much, I forget they're not naturally in the game.
First Expansion/Game Pack/Stuff Pack?
Like, the first one ever? Sims 2 University. I played Sims 1 back in the day but I never had a single expansion pack for it. I didn't even know what expansion packs were until Sims 2.
Do you pronounce live mode like aLIVE or LIVing
Both. 🫣 I don't know which way is the "official" way, so I just alternate my pronunciation depending on what feels right at the time.
Who’s your favorite sim that you’ve made?
Aiden. 👽
Have you made a simself?
Many times! I've had Simselves in Sims 2, Sims 3, and Sims 4.
Which is your favorite EA hair color?
In Sims 3, you don't have to use swatches for hair so I almost never use the premade ones. However, there is a nice deep reddish brown that I quite like. I use it as a base frequently.
Favorite EA hair?
Most of the Sims 3 EA hairs are horrible even with retextures, so...none lol.
Favorite life stage?
I'm gonna be boring and say YA. 🤷♀️
Are you a builder or are you in it for the gameplay?
Gameplay. I can't build to save my life.
Are you a CC creator?
No, I want to make CC but I have no artistic talent and I wouldn't even know where to start.
Do you have any Simblr friends or a Sim Squad?
I do not know what a Sim Squad is but I do have Simblr friends! And Sims Reddit friends.
Do you have any sims merch?
No but I did once make a bunch of tiny resin plumbobs.
Do you have a YouTube for sims?
Haha no, I do not have the time or face for YouTube.
How has your “Sims style” changed throughout your years of playing?
It hasn't changed that much, honestly. I am a bit more story-focused and a lot less murder-y, but that's about it. For the most part, I still have attention span issues and tend to start a lot of new saves lmao.
What’s your origin id?
Rabbitmancer. You can add me if you want but I almost never turn the online features on in game so it doesn't really do anything.
Who’s your favorite CC creator?
@aroundthesims, no question about it. ATS has literally everything and I have downloaded all of it. 😱
How long have you had simblr?
About...a year? I don't actually know. I've been on Tumblr in the past, though I left around 2015-2016, but I never dove into the Simblr community. @happy-lemon talked me into starting a Simblr and I'm so glad she did!
How do you edit your pictures?
I don't edit my pictures all that often because I do not know what I'm doing. I use ReShade and if I need to make minor edits, I'll do so in Paint.NET like a pleb.
What expansion/ gamepack is your favorite?
Sims 2: Open For Business. In fact, it's my favorite expansion of all time.
Sims 3: It changes often but it's Ambitions right now. There's so much in Sims 3 to love!
Sims 4: Uh... I plead the fifth. 😑
I am tagging @happy-lemon, @oasislandingresident, @spaceapples98, @bool-prop, @hazely-sims (lol if I'm the millionth person to tag you again, disregard), @camisulsul, @sim-songs, @ninjaofthepurplethings, @neillesimstories, and @autonomousllama, as well as anyone else who wants to do it and hasn't yet.
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Thank you for tagging me (cujoforever) 💙 to be honest, just based on the rush goal song post you made a while ago, in which the work ethic impressed me, I just know every playlist in this list is heavily curated with care and I could hear about any of them but PLEASE tell me about your maladaptive daydream playlist (because I am one) and bad playlist (because bad how? I must know. bad like guilty pleasure music or like bad ass music like walk on songs or, like bad covers or like just ‘bad’ by Michael Jackson covers or ). And then just tell me about your current favourite playlist. 😊
hi thank you for the ask!! unfortunately i’m gonna have to be the bearer of bad news and say that my only good playlists are the ones centered around Rush :(
that said, i will still get into my playlists!!
my maladaptive daydream playlist is songs i like to listen to when i’m doing chores and my brain wants me to pretend i’m a medieval wench clearing away dishes and laundry at the inn i’m tending to, or whatever other scenarios my little pea brain can come up with, and includes such songs as:
Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos
Excursion Around The Bay - Derina Harvey Band
Bottom of the River - Delta Rae
Song of the Bandit - Marty Robbins
Sixteen Tons - Tennessee Ernie Ford
High Barbary - Storm Weather Shanty Choir
True Love - Tobias Jesso Jr.
and uh. bad playlist.
it’s a bad playlist.
it includes EXCLUSIVELY epic rap battles of history.
objectively bad playlist, and it is named accordingly. as to how often i listen to it, well. an unfortunate amount more than i will admit to.
as for my favourite playlist, that would have to be ‘anything can be about the toronto maple leafs if you believe hard enough’ simply due to how much effort i have put into it. it’s my only truly coherent playlist and it currently sits at 89 songs, 24 of which are by Rush, but all of which make me Feel Things about our leafies. here is the link to it on spotify, if anyone is inclined to follow—and also i am always open to suggestions for songs y’all think i should add!! ask box is always open for that very reason :)
for those that would prefer just a little sampling or don’t have spotify, this is for you:
Force Ten - Rush
The Weapon - Rush
Vienna - Billy Joel (thank u cody)
Peace and Quiet - Ron Hawkins and the Do Good Assassins (i love u cody)
All I Need Is One - Watsky
It’s All Been Done - Barenaked Ladies
Joyriding - Frank Iero
In Too Deep - Sum 41
The Phoenix - Fall Out Boy
Dust and Ashes - Josh Groban (Great Comet Soundtrack)
#ask#cujoforever#this took me a while but i had to go thru and pick the best songs and i’m so indecisive#i used to have good playlists but i make bad choices and delete them when they remind me of my past :’)#this was fun tho i love my leafs playlist
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Marty McFly + 14, 16, and 23?
✨ send me a number and a character! ✨
14. assign a fashion aesthetic to this character
oh my god i have no idea how to label this fashion aesthetic but marty mcfly dresses like your mom in the late eighties got a mall gift card and HAD to use the whole thing on one outfit
like WHAT is going on. why are you wearing a t shirt and a buttoned button up shirt and a jean jacket and a sleeveless vest all at the same time. why have you paired this with high waisted mom jeans????? how are you managing to make it look cool ????? have you EVER considered cleaning your shoes. i have so many questions but i love you either way
16. what's your least favorite ship for this character?
i mean this is probably obvious based on the trend and tone of conversations ik we've had but ppl who ship doc and marty 😭 literally why i dont understand u 😭 like this is a pro ship zone im not about to be rude to anyone but going on the ao3 bttf tag is like playing a cosmic game of chicken bc i just want marty to connect w his best friend and mentor, the first person he'd call in an emergency in the og timeline bc his parents are so absent and distant, a man he's come to rely on for security and a sense of support even tho that man had a rly fucked up childhood of his own and has no idea what it's like to be a teenager these days or what hes doing trying to connect with this one that hes grown fond of ??????? and then i open an untagged fic with an ampersand between the names instead of a slash and get halfway in and somehow there is kissing anyway 😭 it's just not for me kids im so sorry thats his like. idk. NOT his dad. doc does not have dad vibes. he has like......unhinged uncle who takes u in when ur parents die suddenly vibes. also age gaps are age gaps i do think in real life if you're both REALLY adults it's not that big of a deal as long as you are on even ground in a consensual relationship so like im not a huge 'ew all age gaps are bad' sort of person, but marty is LITERALLY fifteen and this is a 60 year old man WHAT ARE WE DOING. WHY IS THIS SUCH A POPULAR SHIP. WHAT IS GOING ON. I JUST FIND IT GROSS IM SORRY 😭
23. what is your favorite picture of this character?
very tough toss up bc theres a lot of bts pictures i love but i think its gotta be this one because
look at these besties !!! look at that cheesy smile !!! look at that height difference!! this photo just has has 'summary-of-their-whole-relationship' energy <3
#star unasks#brambleberrycottage#sorry this is like a whole separate tangent sjfdhfjfhfjh i used to be very big into the bttf fandom in like 2015-2016#when the fandom was much larger#and i was genuinely just run over like a steamtrain (no pun intended) by the shipping culture i unexpectedly met#i think i have some kind of bttf shipping wars trauma akdsdjdhfjfh#that is a tag on ao3 u GOTTA have filters on. if ur me. ajdhdjdhf#mine
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illicit affairs - andrei svechnikov
gif by @pyotrkochetkov
Universe: sequel to this blurb
Pairing: Andrei Svechnikov x reader (f)
Word Count: 1.5K
Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY); oral sex (f receiving), spitting, fingering (f receiving). Much heavier cheating/adultery themes than the original blurb so tagging it. Non-consensual voyeurism/exhibitionism.
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Guilt gnaws at your insides, the worry and disappointment on Marty’s face etched into your brain. Maybe food poisoning was the half-assed reason you gave him for leaving Brady’s wedding early, apologizing with a kiss on his cheek and a promise to call him tomorrow.
“I mean, your guts are going to be rearranged, so technically, you’re not that far off,” Andrei says with a smirk.
“Andrei!”
“What? Just trying to make you feel better.” His large hand rests on the steering wheel of his ugly, fancy car, his thumb tapping against the rich leather to the dull beat that plays through the speakers. Some Russian electronica music that you don’t really care for, but you’re far too entranced by the way his forearm flexes to notice.
It doesn’t really, make you feel better, but his cheekiness does make you chuckle. Fortunately, Andrei knows exactly how to distract you, hand pressing warmth into your thigh. He grips the skin firmly, pinky drawing lazy circles on the sensitive flesh as his hand slips under the skirt of your dress. A moan fights its way to the base of your throat when he brushes against the apex of your thighs, and he grins.
“Missed this delicious little cunt.”
He teases you for the remainder of the 35-minute car ride, working you into a frenzy with the mere effort of a pinky finger. Hardly enough to do much on its own, but enough to have moisture pooling in your panties by the time he pulls into his garage.
Before long, Andrei’s got you pinned against his stairwell, dress bunched up around the swell of your hips with a hand groping at your breast. He presses hot kisses against your lips, tongue exploring the cavern of your mouth. “Gotta have you, dorogoy.”
He rucks you up into his arms, coaxing your legs around his waist as he carries you with ease up the stairs. You seize the temporary distraction of transporting you as an opportunity to trail your lips against his thick neck, sinking your teeth into the flesh. He hisses, then chuckles before he’s placing you on his mattress.
Your clothes—and his—are removed in a blur, tossed haphazardly on the floor so he can get his mouth back on you. He trails over your jaw, your chest, your neck, nipping here and there as he re-familiarizes himself with your body.
The sound of your phone buzzing beside you makes both of you pause, and Andrei groans into your neck when you shh him and reach for it. “It’s Marty,” you whisper.
“Tell him you’re busy,” Andrei quips, tongue licking a stripe up your neck, earning a shiver from you.
“He wants to make sure I got home safe.” You moan when he returns the bite on your neck, taking his time to suck a mark into it. Claiming what’s his, and you both know it. “He’ll be worried if I don’t answer.”
Andrei groans in agreement, impatiently pressing his forehead against your shoulder. You slide the button and assume your best food poisoning voice. “Hi, Marty.”
“Hey, how you feeling? Did you make it home safe?”
“Yeah, I’m home,” you say, weakly. Another lie. You’re starting to lose count of how many you’ve told him at this point. Your mouth opens to continue, and then you feel Andrei’s mouth moving its way down your body. “I–I–”
Hot breath fans along your pelvis before two large hands pry apart your legs. With a glance down, you see a devilish smirk from Andrei, whose mouth hovers over the damp lace between your thighs. If your pussy wasn’t aching for him to touch you, you’d probably kick him away so you can finish the conversation with Marty, but there’s something about the heat in his eyes that pins you in place.
“You okay?” Marty’s voice interrupts your moment. The scar on Andrei’s chin disappears from sight as he levels himself with your core, almost like he’s looking her straight in the eye. You take a shuddered breath when you feel his lips press against you, licking a thick stripe up the fabric.
Andrei uses the sound as encouragement, eagerly lapping at the moisture before he grows tired of the lace and tugs it to the side. He groans, lowly, against your center as he–for lack of a better term–slurps up your nectar, drinking you in like your pussy holds the elixir of life. You suck in a sharp breath and bite your lip to swallow your moan. “Yeah. Just feeling really… nauseous.”
“You want me to come over? I can hold your hair back.”
The question comes just as Andrei’s lips are hovering above you, lips pursed to drop a thick wad of saliva over your already dripping folds, eyes watching his spit slide into your greedy entrance. Your eyes lock with Andrei’s, his eyebrow quirking in amusement, before his tongue is shooting out to press the frothy spit into your tempting cunt.
It’s a horrible contradiction: Here’s Marty, being the absolute sweetest, offering to come over and take care of you, and here you are, his friend’s tongue buried in your pussy, eating you like his life depends on it. You’re looking forward to seeing your special place in Hell. At least Andrei will be there, too.
“That’s very sweet, Marty,” you begin, gasping out when you feel a thick finger sliding between your folds, teasing softly at your entrance. You’re fighting for your life trying to keep your voice level, pausing for a moment before continuing, “but I‘ll be alright.”
Your words, it seems, are Andrei’s cue to plunge the digit inside your heat. A strangled moan flies out of your throat and Marty’s on high alert. “Are you sure? You don’t sound alright.”
“N-no, I’m fine, Marty—just—just queasy.” You squeeze your eyes shut when Andrei curls his fingers just right, fighting to swallow the cry of his name as he finger-fucks you into oblivion.
Marty’s talking, the words not quite making it to your brain, only hearing his tone that’s laced with worry. You cut him off, lust taking over and suddenly you can’t wait a single second longer. “I-I’ve gotta go. Text y’later, ohh—okay?”
You hang up before you can hear his reply, chucking your phone onto Andrei’s nightstand and shoving down the deep pang of guilt that shoots through your heart at the abrupt silence. Lying to Marty feels bad, so why does this feel so good?
“Thought I might get you while he was on the phone,” he husks, not relenting his quick rhythm that has fire roaring in your belly. “Was kinda hoping for it.”
“You’re awful.”
“Am I?” He punctuates the question with a particularly hard thrust of his hand, not waiting for a response before his lips attach themselves to your clit.
You don’t have to see his smirk to know he’s smug as hell upon hearing the way your retort is quickly swallowed by a loud moan, back arching involuntarily. The thought of his Czech teammate has fully dissipated, wiped clean from your mind with every swipe of Andrei’s tongue against you, playing your body like a violin. He knows you well, you can’t deny that; he’d studied every inch of you far too intimately for you to expect anything different.
“This is almost better than that chocolate cake,” he says, the timbre of his voice vibrating against your pelvis. There’s a metaphor here, somewhere, about the molten lava oozing out of the cake and the way his fingers, mouth, and chin are glistening with your essence. He can’t quite make the thought connect, though, so he just offers a wink at you instead and enjoys the way every little movement he makes earns a throaty whimper from you in return.
“Drei,” you whisper, and this time your voice actually sounds like you could be suffering from food poisoning with the way it rasps weakly. “M’close… gonna—”
He hums, pleased, desperate to hear the way your moans continue to lilt higher, almost like they’re climbing to the peak that he’s driving you towards. “That’s it, dorogoy. Let me taste you.”
The curses in Russian are low, mumbled, barely comprehensible as your hips jerk involuntarily. All at once, the band snaps and the world goes dark for a fraction of a second before it’s exploding in a burst of colors you didn’t know existed. Andrei’s tongue flicks at your clit, coaxing more shockwaves to course through you as the pulse between your legs slows gradually.
He doesn’t give you a moment of reprieve, lips cascading over the sensitive skin of your stomach as he mouths at the ticklish skin. Large hands follow the path of his tongue, working their way up your body. Your phone chimes on the table beside you, and Andrei seizes your lips before you have the chance to even think about glancing at it.
“Leave it,” he murmurs against your mouth, pausing to kiss you for long enough that the memory of the text has almost slipped away entirely. You hum, a slight protest, chasing his lips as he pulls away. “Unless you want him to hear what it’s like when I’m fucking you. M’not gonna be so polite next time.”
#andrei svechnikov fic#andrei svechnikov blurb#andrei svechnikov smut#hockey fic#nhl fic#nhl imagine#hockey imagine#tw cheating#surprise I’m back (I guess)
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1 4 18 for fanfic ask!
I can't tell if this is 1, 4, and 18 or 14 and 18, so I'm gonna go with the former. :)
1.What is your most popular fic? If we're going based on hits, it's "Despite the Distance," but if we're looking at kudos, it's "Harborage."
4. Do you prefer writing multi-chapter or one-shot fanfiction? I honestly don't know. It really depends on the story I'm trying to tell and my motivation level. Some ideas are better suited for multiple chapters, and others are better left short and sweet.
18. Recommend someone else's fic! (and tag them if they have a tumblr) "Time to Time" by kathkin (@penny-anna) is one of my favorite fics I've come across. Beautifully written and tears at my heart every time I revisit it. "'Cause I Might Not Make it Back" by Rose_of_Pollux (@rose-of-pollux) features an evil rival scientist trying to steal the secrets of time travel while an amnesia-stricken Marty hangs out with Emmett in 1932. Also, "Time is a Flat Circle" by ThePhenomenalStingray, (@fourth-dimensional-thinker). This one is an AU that puts Doc in the role of a villain. Lots of twists and turns and time-jumpin' in that one.
There are many more I could mention, as well as a handful of fics from friends that I simply haven't had time to read yet.
Thanks for the ask!
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Patreon Summary (October ‘22)
Hey there everyone, here’s a quick little summary of the stuff I’ve released over on my Patreon over the past month!
In case you missed it, my Patreon has now shifted to a new subscription method. Now instead of being charged at the first of the month regardless of when you signed up, you will now be charged 30 days from your sign-up date! Hopefully this can encourage more people to sign up to read my content now that the worry of being double-charged has been eliminated.
So yes, if any of the following stories intrigue you, please feel free to click on the title so you can sign up for the appropriate tier to read it! I’d love to have you join my Patreon and my Discord community, where you can view exclusive photo captions and also request future story ideas!
The Great Change: College-Educated to Farm-Raised
Just as 65-year-old African American college professor Cyrus Williams announces his retirement, the Great Change occurs and fully turns his world upside down. Instead of waking up in his normal New York apartment, the man finds himself in Texas inside the body of an 18-year-old farmer's son. Realizing that he's now part of a redneck family, Cyrus is adamant about getting back to his original body. Unfortunately though, Cyrus' new father isn't willing to allow that to happen and would rather gaslight Cyrus into accepting his new identity...
Tags: The Great Change, Body Swap, Racial Change
Bolting For Love - Part II
After suddenly finding himself inside Joey Bosa's body, Martin is forced to head out to the field of the stadium to play despite having no knowledge about football. Luckily, a brief interaction with another Chargers player is the catalyst to not only help Martin gain some football skills but also assist him in finding love in the most unlikely of places...
This is the final chapter of this series.
Tags: Body Swap, Athlete, Mental Changes
Before Mac Jones’ Control
In this prequel to the previously-released Mac Jones series, we follow Henry Cavanaugh as he finds himself surprised one morning after waking up in the body of his biggest football crush Nick Bosa. Henry's desire to check himself out in private though is quickly interrupted as he finds himself having to deal with not only Nick's older brother Joey arriving on his doorstep but also Nick's seductive and extremely horny girlfriend!
Tags: Body Swap, Athlete
A Bostick Family Halloween
After ending up alone on Halloween while his hunky cop son enjoys the night partying, middle-aged and overweight Marty decides to drown his sorrows with some of his hometown buddies. When a game of Truth or Dare ultimately unfolds, Marty ends up having to confront his jealousy by wearing his son's cop uniform for a dare. Upon putting it on though, he finds himself pleasantly surprised with a way to switch up the father-son dynamic forever...
Tags: Shapeshift, Clothing-Based Transformation, Halloween
The Man of Steal - Part II
After heading to a local museum to stop a break-in, Superman and the criminal have a chance encounter with a piece of red Kryptonite that swaps their bodies. Upon suddenly finding himself in the weak and tattooed body of the criminal, Clark begs for the man to swap them back. Unfortunately though, the criminal is unwilling to go back to jail and thus more than eager to keep this superhero body for himself and return home to have a little bit of fun with his new wife...
Tags: Superhero, Body Swap, Revenge, Mental Changes
Backing The Browns - Part II
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Tags: Athlete, Shapeshift, Mental Changes
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The Girl He Left Behind [Epilogue]
Fandom: American Actor, RPF, Elvis Presley, Elvis Movie 2022
Pairing: Elvis Presley x Original Female Character
Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Gladys Presley, Vernon Presley, Minnie May ‘Dodger’ Presley, Red West, Sonny West, Gene Smith, Billy Smith, Original Female Characters, Colonel Tom Parker, Billy Smith, Marci Cunningham, Steve Cunningham, Jerry Schilling, Mary Jenkins, Alan Fortas, Marty Lacker, Original Male Characters, Mona Goodwin, Joe Goodwin
Word Count: 2952 // Rating: Mature
Summary: When Elvis returns home to Graceland from the Army he’s followed by the headlines ‘The Girl He Left Behind’ but what the media don’t know is that Priscilla wasn’t the first. No, that title belongs to someone Elvis will never forget.
Tags/ Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Graceland, Poverty, Friends to Lovers, 1950s Elvis, Bad Parenting, Surprise Surprise the Colonel Is a Colossal Prick, Parental Loss, Grief, Fun Fairs, Kissing, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Movie Nights, Arguing, Tension, Denial of Feelings, Age Gap Romance, Underage, Addison is 17 Elvis is 22, Guilt, Betrayal, Extortion, Blackmail, Jealous, Army Elvis, American Draft, US Army, Lying, Time Shift with Elvis moving to Memphis, Flashbacks, Caught
Notes: Fin!
Thank you all so much for reading! I have absolutely LOVED writing this series even if it did end on a sad note. Not to worry though I’ve already started thinking about writing the follow on series so keep your eyes peeled! Xx
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‘Damn Memphis heat,’ the Colonel mumbled exasperatedly as he blotted his brow with his hanky once more. Tom Diskin looked at him apologetically even though he had no control over the weather, it wasn’t even his fault they were driving with the windows rolled up that had been the Colonel’s choice, a way of avoiding the fans crowded by the gates. There were always fans gathered there and most of the time the Colonel did engage with them out of courtesy but today was not the day for niceties.
‘It sure is busy,’ Tom said as he navigated the car through the poorly parked vans and cars that littered the driveway.
‘Just drop me out front and find somewhere to park it,’ the Colonel said gesturing for Tom to pull up at the base of the steps which he did obediently. As the Colonel opened the door a rush of warm air hit him once more making those beads of sweat he had batted away not moments before return in an instant. He climbed out, taking a minute to mop his brow once more before he started to head inside. Before he could however a voice shouted his name, ‘hey Parker when is he coming out?’
The Colonel’s gaze travelled to the group of men standing just to the side of the steps, various pieces of equipment strewn around their small group from where they had gotten tired of waiting. At their friend’s words they all stopped to look at him.
‘Yeah, we’ve been here hours,’ another man said, flicking his cigarette onto the lawn angrily which was followed by a murmur of angry agreements. The Colonel straightened up, offering them his most understanding look.
‘Soon gentleman,’ he said and before they could ask any further questions he carried on walking towards the house. A flurry of whispers broke out behind him, his name interspersed in the conversation frequently, though he didn’t let it phase him. After all, he had just as many questions as they did. That was why he was here.
He could still hear them as he reached the front door but once he stepped inside and shut it behind him they were gone. In fact, every noise was gone for a moment so much so he thought he was alone for a second but as he turned around he realised there were people inside, yet everything was still. People were sitting in the living room talking quietly amongst themselves though they looked up as he entered, both parties exchanging that uneasy sympathetic smile that everyone did when no one knew the appropriate greeting. Mary was bustling quietly in and out of the kitchen, laying out food for whoever wanted it though from the looks of things most of it remained untouched. And then sitting there on the stairs in front of him was Vernon.
He was slumped against the banister as if he needed that support to keep him upright. His face was ruddy and tear-stained, his shirt damp from where they had rolled off his chin and landed on his chest. He didn’t move when the Colonel entered. He didn’t even say hello. All in all, he looked like a broken man. And the Colonel could tell why. As he walked into the house he could hear it, heart-wrenching guttural sobs and wails coming from down the hall – Gladys and Vernon’s bedroom.
‘Vernon,’ the Colonel said softly hobbling towards the man with his cane. Vernon looked up at him, not a flicker of energy to be seen on his face. Nevertheless, the Colonel pressed on, ‘Vernon, there are some fine folks from the press out front.’
‘Are there?’ Vernon said indifferently.
‘Yes, and I was thinking...a few words…pictures…then they will leave us alone,’ the Colonel said trying to sound as sympathetic as possible, but Vernon didn’t do anything but shake his head gesturing to where Elvis’ inconsolable sobs were coming from down the hall.
‘He won’t,’ he said shakily, ‘I can't get him to do anything. No one can. He won't sleep. He won't eat. I keep asking myself what would she do?’
‘Yes, he trusted her like nobody else and now she’s gone what does he have?’ the Colonel murmured. Vernon looked up at him exasperatedly as if he was missing something.
‘I don’t mean Lovie,’ he said as if it was obvious. The Colonel’s eyes narrowed for a moment before the meaning of what the other man was saying set in.
‘Vernon,’ the Colonel said shaking his head.
‘You have to admit it Colonel. She’d know what to do. He could do with her-’
‘We agreed,’ the Colonel said angrily, ‘you agreed-’
‘I know what we agreed but my wife wasn’t dead then!’ Vernon snapped loud enough a couple of heads turned away. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment before he looked back at the Colonel pleadingly.
‘I know what I said…but that was months ago. Everything’s different now,’ Vernon said holding in the sob that was inside him from fear it would reignite another round of crying he simply didn’t have the energy for, ‘I’m just asking you to try Colonel. Just try.’
‘And if I can’t get hold of her?’ the Colonel asked stiffly.
‘Then you better hope he’ll listen to you,’ Vernon said flatly standing up. The two men looked at each other for a moment before the Colonel nodded ever so slightly signalling he had conceded. As Vernon walked into the living room and sat himself down next to his mother the Colonel sighed and started to head up the stairs towards Elvis’ private office. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it out of the way of any prying ears.
He had almost been home free. Elvis had adjusted to army life relatively well and the tabloids had eaten it up much to the Colonel’s delight. Not to mention that by the time the Colonel’s ‘no contact’ ban had lifted Elvis had been so preoccupied with his mother he’d barely had time to think about anything else. He had asked questions of course as the Colonel had anticipated but he’d been so malleable with worry the Colonel had been able to navigate through them with more ease than was he expected.
Now he was going to ruin it all. He supposed he didn’t have to but he couldn’t be sure Vernon wouldn’t come poking around after him. If the situation was going to be dealt with he was going to be the one to deal with. Besides he doubted she’d even still be there even if he had picked a school that let her board until the end of the year.
He sat down at the desk and reached into his pocket for his address book flicking through it to find the number he needed to call. He found it scribbled on a page at the back and though there was no information listed with it should anyone have cause to look through his book he knew that was the number. With a sigh, he picked up the phone and dialled. It rang for a while which didn’t surprise him, the offices were sure to be deserted given the time of year something that made him smile. Oh well, he could always say he tried and got nowhere but just as he was going to hang up the line clicked on a sweet southern voice answering.
‘St Bernadette’s Boarding School for Girls, Mary-Ann speaking how can I help?’ the girl on the other of the phone said.
‘Uh, hello,’ the Colonel said gruffly as if he was annoyed that she had the audacity she had to answer the phone, ‘I was wondering if you could help me. I’m trying to get a hold of one of your students.’
‘Well sir most of our students will have returned home for the summer by now I don’t know how feasible that will be,’ Mary-Ann replied.
‘It’s important,’ he said.
‘Oh, well I can have a look at our records. Some of them do remain on campus but I won't promise anything,’ she said, ‘could I have a name?’
‘Addison Goodwin,’ he said.
‘Just bear with me for two seconds,’ she said. He muttered an agreement but he could hear she was already away from the phone. He could hear her flicking through pages of a book as she sat back down at her desk. After a moment he heard her pick it up and place it back to her ear.
‘I’m sorry, I’m afraid I don’t have an Addison Goodwin listed here. Are you sure she was one of our students?’ she asked.
‘Well I've been paying her tuition since Christmas so I would hope so,’ the Colonel said snidely.
‘Oh,’ she said uncomfortably, ‘well just give me a second I’m sure there’s some explanation here.’
The Colonel sighed again and glanced at his watch. He didn’t have time for this. He had things to be doing, his mind drifting to reporters gathered outside waiting for any scrap of news though he supposed if he couldn’t get Elvis to go outside it didn’t matter much anyway. After a moment or so he heard her utter a soft, ‘oh.’
‘What is it?’ he asked leaning forward at her tone.
‘It appears she was here,’ she said.
‘Yes, I know that silly girl but that’s not what I’m asking. I need to know where she is now,’ he snapped.
‘That’s the thing,’ Mary-Ann said nervously, ‘see she hasn’t been here since before our Easter term.’
‘Do you know where she went?’ the Colonel asked hoping she wouldn’t have an answer. That had been what he had been hoping for all along, that she had taken off just like her mother.
‘It says here she was transferred,’ she said making nerves bubble inside him.
‘Transferred where?’ he asked.
‘I don’t think it’s my place to say,’ she said tentatively.
‘Is it your place to explain why your school has been cashing cheques for students that are no longer attending,’ the Colonel said angrily.
‘It’s not like that, she’s been transferred to our sister…school. I think it’s best I just patch you through they should be able to explain everything better than I can. Just don’t hang up the line,’ she said hurriedly and before the Colonel could protest he heard her click off, a series of buttons being pressed as she transferred the call. He should’ve just hung up. After all, he had tried to get hold of her, was it his fault if she was no longer there? But he was too curious to leave it be, so he held on.
‘Hello,’ another voice said. She sounded older than the last girl, more matronly.
‘Hello who am I speaking to?’ he asked.
‘Sister Teresa. Can I help?’ she said.
‘I hope so. I’ve just been patched through here from St Bernadette’s I’m trying to locate one of their students. She informed me she’d been sent to your school instead,’ he said.
‘That’s not possible Sir,’ Sister Teresa said.
‘That’s what the girl told me,’ he said feeling irritation bubble inside him.
‘Well I don’t know what she’s told you but we’re not a school,’ she said sternly.
‘Then what have I been paying tuition for?’ he snapped.
‘Sir, if you have an issue with St Bernadette’s I suggest you call them back and take it up with them but this is not a school,’ she said.
‘Then what is it?’ he said.
‘This is a mother and baby home,’ she said, ‘hello? Sir?’
After one more call for him to answer she gave up, the dial tone ringing out as she hung up on him. The Colonel was silent. He had questions, millions of them, but they couldn’t make it past his lips his throat so dry they were stopped from escaping him. Mother and baby home. Baby.
The word didn’t seem real.
Dozens of scenarios whizzed through his mind. Could it be true? Was the woman from the school mistaken? He thought about it, trying to do the mental maths in his head. If there was a baby it would’ve more than likely been born and surely she would’ve come back by now if she intended for Elvis to know. No, if she hadn’t come back yet there was a good chance she was going to stay away for good. At least that was what he hoped. Whatever good PR Gladys’ death would bring would surely be washed away at the sniff of a baby out of wedlock.
After a moment he seemed to realise that he was still holding the phone and though he didn’t know how long he’d been sitting there in shock but the fact that the dial tone was no longer there signalled a while. He placed it back on its nook and paused pondering what he was going to do. It didn’t take him long to decide.
When he got downstairs Vernon was by the living room door mid conversation with someone but he looked towards the Colonel expectantly all the same. The Colonel didn’t say anything but he shook his head silently making the hope in Vernon’s eyes snuff out immediately though he nodded in recognition his gaze flickering up the hall towards his bedroom.
The Colonel nodded.
He headed down the hall pausing at the door to the bedroom for a moment before he ducked inside. Though Elvis’ sobs were still able to be heard from inside the bedroom they were no longer the wracking inconsolable ones that the Colonel had walked in on. He pushed the closet door open gently. Elvis didn’t even look up as the door swung open, his face buried in one of his mother's dresses, his body practically curled around it as if he was trying to let the scent of her consume him. At this, the Colonel faltered.
He looked broken. Utterly and completely wrecked and it was heart-breaking to watch.
He was broken from his thoughts as Elvis mumbled something. He didn’t know if it was directed to him, he didn’t even know if Elvis had registered he was even in the room but he heard it all the same, ‘come back Satnin.’
‘My boy,’ the Colonel said sadly. Elvis looked towards him, finally acknowledging he there though he didn’t say anything, the tears continuing to fall silently down his cheeks. The Colonel didn’t know where to put himself. Tough love seemed like the wrong approach. In fact, any approach seemed like the wrong approach but he had to do something. He had to get him out of this room.
‘My boy,’ he repeated moving tentatively towards him and offering a hand out, ‘my boy you need to come out of here.’
‘I can’t,’ Elvis said shaking his head as he buried his face back in his mother’s dress once more.
‘Your daddy needs help. He’s trying the best he knows how to but he is overwhelmed. He needs you out there,’ the Colonel said.
‘No, I can't go out there,’ he said looking up at him with tears in his bloodshot blue eyes before he added brokenly, ‘I just wanna stay in here forever.’
‘Oh I know, I know you feel like this right now. I know you feel as though you will never be right again but things will get better. They won't be easy but I will be there to help with whatever it is you need. Tell me and I’ll make it happen,’ he said.
‘Bring her back,’ Elvis whispered.
‘If only I could,’ he said leaning down to place a hand on the boy's shoulder, ‘anything else I can do I will. Whatever you need.’
‘Addison,’ he whispered quietly. The Colonel paused the words of the nun popping into his head once more.
‘I don’t think,’ the Colonel said hesitantly.
‘She mustn’t know. If she did, she’d be here. I know it,’ Elvis said looking at the Colonel imploringly.
‘Or maybe she does and she’s choosing to stay away,’ the Colonel said making Elvis’ face crumple once more, ‘after all it is times like these where we see who truly cares for us. Now your mother, she cared for you like no other and I know if she had a choice she would not have left you. And whilst I know no one could ever replace her I promise that from now on I will try my best to do everything she would’ve done. Anything she would have done; I will carry out in her name. While you are overseas I'll stay home, and I will work and I will worry while you serve your time in the Army.’
Elvis looked at him and though he didn’t respond he allowed the older man to guide him to his feet, ‘but you also have your part to play. You must stand by your [papa, comfort him, comfort your friends, family, and even your fans. Because if you don't, then all your Mama sacrificed for you will have been for nothing... Trust me.’
Elvis seemed to let his words digest for a moment before he nodded gently and then in a move that surprised the older man he lay his head on his shoulder.
‘No matter what happens, stay with me through thick or thin, okay?’ he said in a heartbroken whisper. The Colonel hesitated for just a second before he moved his hands to the boys back holding him as gingerly as he could as the boy continued to weep.
‘I don’t have anyone else,’ Elvis said quietly.
‘You have me my boy,’ the Colonel said, ‘you have me.’
#my writing#elvis#elvis presley#elvis fic#elvis presley fic#elvis x oc#elvis presley x oc#Addison goodwin#the girl he left behind
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Share five of your personal favorite works, then tag five authors to do the same. Thank you, @bg-sparrow for tagging me!
Sorry this took so long and if it is kinda confusing to read I’m on vacation and am very tired from walking every day lol
I don’t know many people on here that write that haven’t already done this, so if you see this, this is your sign to do it! Consider it getting tagged.
Catch the Winds of Destiny
Just a little fic exploring George McFly throughout the timelines he was in.
I really enjoyed exploring George McFly through all the timelines and seeing how he’d interact with everyone differently. It was really fun to think about how his relationships would be different with everyone based on what timeline it was. Also this fic is what inspired me to write my current WIP.
Rebel With a Cause
Marty has something to tell Doc.
I’m really happy with how this one came out. I always love the way Doc is emotionally supportive of Marty in the movies and I was quite happy with how I did that in this fic. Also I loved referencing a deleted scene in the first movie where Marty says he could be gay and Doc says “why wouldn’t you want to be happy?”
I Fell For You
The boys of Hill Valley High School had become confusing to George. Well, they had always been confusing, but somehow they had become more-so.
I really enjoyed playing around with how things may have played out when George got hit by a car in the Twin Pines Timeline. It was fun using the dialogue in the film and seeing how George would react.
Marty’s Road Test
Marty’s got his driver’s test and thinks he’s going to fail, so he turns to the company he’s got for support.
This fic was really just an impulse write for me to vent out feelings. And I wasn’t expecting much from it, but it turned out to be quite cathartic for me to write and it was really surprising to see other people connect to it as well.
Doc’s Dogs
Emmett Brown loves science. A very close second are his friends who happen to be dogs. Here are some snapshots of the furry friends he befriended throughout his life.
This was I think my first fic into the Back to the Future fandom and it was honestly pretty difficult to figure out Doc’s voice. I don’t know how to describe it but I think his “If my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour, you’re gonna see some serious shit” line really emulates the way he talks. It’s both very scientific but also casual.
Despite that difficulty, I had a blast trying to balance Doc’s love of science and his love for his dogs. It was also really nice not being too dependent on canon so I got to be more free in what I wrote about.
Once again: if you’re reading this and you write, this is your sign to do this. I’d love to see it!
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Tens But… (Continued)
I know I just did this, but I’m compelled to do some for my other WIPs just because I miss them 😅
Tagging: @bloodlessheirbyjacques @whimsyqueen @magefaery @sergeantnarwhalwrites @kashacreates @italiangothicwriteblr (you don’t have to, of course 😊)
The Heart of Hollow Earth:
Edith: She’s a ten, but she would cut off her arm and sell it to the Fae to save your life.
Theo: He’s a ten, but he’s too tall and goopy to smooch.
Meredith: She’s a ten (if you’re into that), but she won’t read anything without her glasses despite having no eyes.
Epoch: He isn’t even a three 🤣🤣🤣 (I mean, he might be, if you’re into shadowy monster-kings disgusted by human life)
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Untitled Hollywood Story:
Victor: He’s a ten, but he’ll always call you “sport.”
Marty: He’s a ten, but he runs from the paparazzi like a rabbit because he’s shy.
Ruth: She’s a ten, but she’s pretending to date her co-star so they can both sleep with their crew.
Louise: She’s a ten, and she’ll fight anyone who says otherwise.
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Ghost Stories:
Aiden: He’s a ten, but he’s half-dead, his adoptive father is the demon that his mother sold her husband’s soul to, and he wants to kill his crush’s mean friends.
Natalie: She’s a ten, but she’d let her demon bestie possess her to kill the entire town.
Marcus: He’s a ten, but he doesn’t know the meaning of the word “faithful.”
Brittany: She’s a ten, but she has no idea what’s going on around her at any time.
Oliver: He’s a ten, but his rebound is a ghost who has a crush on a witch.
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Untitled Supernatural Romance:
Spencer: He’s a ten, and that’s it. Nothing wrong or out of place here. What do you mean he’s dragging souls to the afterlife? Don’t worry about that, he’s hot 🤣
Darien: He’s a ten, but the Spencer section above is something he would totally say 😂
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Untitled Apocalyptic Romance:
Requiem: He’s a ten, but he’ll run out of battery while making out and be sucked back to home base.
Kane: He’s a ten, and he’s trying his best okay? He’s never seen sunlight until now.
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The Secrets of Lockhart Manor:
Cyrus: He’s a ten, but he watches you while you eat dinner like he’s never done that before.
Val: They’re a ten, but they’re totally down to become whatever-the-hell their boyfriend is and clown around for eternity.
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Summer Reading/Writing/Arting
Thanks to @jowritesfanfiction for the tag! :D
Rules: Follow the directions in bold
Describe one creative WIP project you’re planning to work on over the summer.
In April (i think?) i started drawing Doc and Marty together from every decade they visit (including some fandom ones like the 40s or unused ones like the 60s) and I’d like to finish that this summer. I’ll also be finishing McFly July of course!
Recommend a book
The Iron Trial by Holly Black and Cassandra Claire is the first book in my favorite series. It’s about this boy names Cal who’s father used to be a wizard but raised him to be deathly afraid of magic, so when the time comes for essentially an entrance exam for a magic school called the Magisterium (which is what the series is named after) he tries on purpose to fail it, but one of the teachers notice and he gets in anyways. It has a lot of interesting takes on magic, for example the magic is element based so consuming an element makes your magic stronger (ex pricking your finger then sucking the blood for its oxygen before doing air magic, which a student does to cheat at the entrance exam), but if you overdo it you can become an elemental monster. I dont wanna get into too many specifics, but there’s an incredible reveal in this first book that completely shapes the rest of the series and helps it stand out from other fantasy series.
Recommend a fic
If we’re talking BttF I’d probably recommend a bubble, bursting by @penny-anna . It’s not a super long read since it’s a one-shot but it completely altered my brain chemistry (and also made me cry at work so thanks for that lol). Again, i don’t want to say too much, but if you’re interested in seeing some of the darker/sadder implications of time travel or just want some fantastically written McFly family bonding, i 100% think this is the one. Outside of BttF the Pen Pals chapter of Curreeus’ TF2 Valentines Week collection is one I come back to a lot, it made two characters I’ve always been more indifferent towards incredibly fascinating, and the struggle with a second language is one i can’t relate to personally but the way it’s portrayed here is incredibly well done.
Recommend Music
(Please forgive me I just saw BttF the Musical and Book of Mormon the first time this weekend)
1. Hello, is Anybody Home? from Back to the Future the Musical
2. Future Boy from Back to the Future the Musical
3. Hello! from The Book of Mormon
4. Turn it Off from The Book of Mormon
5. Honeybee by Steam Powered Giraffe
Im gonna stop there before I start recommending entire albums, but thanks again for the tag! I’m not gonna tag anyone just cause I’m in a bit of a rush but anyone who wants to do this is welcome to ofc!
#tag game#summer creativity tag game#bttf#back to the future#bom#book of mormon#the iron trial#bri buzzes#idk why this got marked as mature???
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