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allwaswell16 · 4 months ago

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All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in August 2024. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup [ @1dmonthlyficroundup ] which you can find here!Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #65 | ko-fi | fic recs

- Louis / Harry -

🌤️Your A-Team, Your Endgame by @silverkiiwii

(E, 70k, reality show au) a Next In Fashion au where Louis and Harry are partnered in the competition but they do not get along when they have to if they want to win. Full of fashion, banter, misunderstanding and a whole lot of making each other blush.

🌤️ Groupie Love by CuckooTrooke / @larrydoinglaundry

(E, 45k, m/f) In other words, Louis is a rock star on a world tour and Harry is a regular attendee. They could never work.

🌤️ But I know you by Thingssicant / @slowlyseducedbycurls

(NR, 26k, space) Harry is a journalist, Louis is an astronaut, but it's way more complicated than that

🌤️ You Can't Change The Rolling Tide by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove

(M, 24k, summer) Louis lives on a tiny island off the coast of England and runs a sailboat touring company. When Niall is sidelined for the summer after his knee surgery, Louis needs a temporary new partner. Who better to fill that role than Harry, recently returned to the island after five years away?

🌤️ At your service, for your usage (series) by @holdingontochaos

(E, 16k, sex work) Louis is a doctor who works so much that he has barely any time to himself for pleasure, let alone to clean his house so he hires Harry as his naked maid and kills two birds with one stone.

🌤️ the past might be painful, but i’m in love with our future by localopa / @voulezloux

(T, 10k, part 2 of trans Louis verse) it takes a lot of convincing for louis to let harry take him to his first pride. harry understands his worries and fears. really, he does. he just wants to show his boyfriend that he doesn’t have to be alone anymore.

🌤️ never just the tip by journeytothepast / @suckerforhome

(E, 6k, omegaverse) Harry believes alphas can't control themselves. Louis proves him wrong.

🌤️ You Put the Boom Boom Into My Heart by @kingsofeverything

(T, 5k, historical) Harry's been trying all summer to come up with a way to show Louis how much he means to him before he leaves for college. Or five times Harry fails to win Wham! tickets and one time he succeeds.

🌤️ The Island by @jaerie

(E, 5k, part 2 of The Wilds) Researchers plucked some of them from their secluded island and transplanted them into an enclosure against their will like a bunch of zoo animals. But they weren't animals and they all had a story of how they got here.

🌤️ Dear Louis by callmenine

(E, 5k, famous/not famous) The one where Harry is a popstar having an existential crises and writes a song for his high school ex-boyfriend Louis after more than ten years of no contact.

🌤️ Let the Feeling Last by @allwaswell16

(T, 5k, unhinged pet fic) Omega Harry thinks the alpha at the grocery store buying a cart full of vegetables must be an amazing chef. He doesn't know that Alpha Louis is feeding all those vegetables to his pet pig.

🌤️ Stars over Amsterdam by @hellolovers13

(T, 4k, exes) Fate in form of Eras Tour tickets forces Louis to meet up with his Ex. Hopefully soon to be Ex-Ex.

🌤️ (on the edge until) you pull me in by @justanothershadeofblue

(E, 3k, fantasizing) His dick is not about to fall off, thank you very much, Niall, but it has been a while since he’s had time for a wank.

🌤️ i'm going out tonight by @disgruntledkittenface

(M, 3k, established relationship) Louis hasn’t been appreciating his boyfriend Harry. He only realizes it when Harry takes matters into his own hands.

🌤️ I just wanna be yours (wanna be yours, wanna be yours) by @dreaminrainbows

(E, 3k, pwp) Harry studies his sixteen year old self’s face for a long moment and it's truly pathetic how in fourteen years nothing has really changed.

🌤️ the sign on your heart (it's reserved for me) by moon_rose25 / @darkinfinity

(G, 3k, kid fic) The one where Louis Tomlinson is a single dad and is finally allowing himself to start dating. Insert Harry Styles, a charming coffee shop owner who sweeps him off his feet.

🌤️ HOT TO GO! by @allwaswell16

(T, 2k, famous/not famous) When Harry does something weird at the barricade, he leaves Louis’ show devastated and hoping he can somehow make things right. Or the accidental pervert fic

🌤️ Gotta Feeling by @allwaswell16

(T, 2k, tour guide Louis) When Harry's life in Manchester isn't turning out the way he thought it would, he decides to visit his best friend in Mexico City. Maybe Niall can convince him to move halfway around the world.

🌤️ Ice, Ice, Baby by cherrylarry / @beelou

(G, 1k, meet cute) Figure skater Harry takes Louis out on the ice for the first time

- Rare Pairs -

🌤️ Like A Force Of Nature by @reminiscingintherain

(T, 30k, Zayn/Liam) the Heartstopper AU no one asked for.

🌤️ The Grundy County Drag Show Incident by @haztobegood

(T, 3k, Zayn/Liam) Holding a wireless mic in her gloved hand, Veronica Stardust owned the stage. She was one of the most vocally talented drag queens in the Midwest. Part 2 of Grundy County Incidents

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sdwolfpup · 1 year ago

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More Joy Day 2024 is next week!

And I finally put together a real post about it. Progress!

What is More Joy Day? An explanation cribbed from my original post:

Years ago, I was reading the American Idol recaps over on Televisionwithoutpity.com and I came to this paragraph, written by the recapper Jacob:

Some dick cuts you off on the highway, and you give yourself the pass to be a dick to the next five customers, and your bad mood fades by lunchtime, and you forget the dick on the highway, you forget the color of his car, you forget how he was on the phone with his ex-wife, yelling about custody of their kids, and how he never meant to cut you off in the first place, he was just distracted. Your day continues as planned, and at lunch you check your websites and read a funny recap, and you maybe laugh out loud, and you go home and watch TV. But those five guys give themselves the pass to be dicks to the next five -- they're having a bad day, so it's okay just this once, and they're happy again by lunch -- and those twenty-five become six hundred twenty-five, and those six twenty-five become a million, and you've added to the sum total of anger in the world. But it works with love, too, and kindness. ... Your donation is something tangible, but what it means is something altogether more powerful, and it's that you continue to stand, and you continue to remember that you're not alone, and with reverence for this fact, you can't help but add to joy. Which is your entire job, from the day you're born until the day you die: more joy.

These times are desperately in need of joy, and it is incumbent on us to do our small part if we can, to send the ripples out into the world.

So every year since 2008, in the interest of spreading more joy, I’ve proposed that on a designated day in early January we each engage in one act, either online or physical space (or both!), which brings joy to another person, in the hopes that that person will spread that joy further, and exponentially onward.

This year's More Joy Day will be on Friday, January 12!

EVERYONE is welcome and encouraged to participate in even the smallest way! Some ideas of things we can do, fannish and otherwise:

Write a fic, make a podcast, make a vid, or make a fanart for someone.

Buy someone paid discord or tumblr or Dreamwidth time.

Leave someone a nice comment on their work.

Say something nice about someone.

Say something nice about something fannish you love and encourage squee.

Donate five dollars to the charity of someone's choice.

Send flowers to an online friend in a different city.

Buy someone you know a present.

Plant a tree or a flower in someone's honor and take a picture of it and post it.

When somebody cuts you off on the road, wish them well and hope they get where they’re going safely.

Make somebody a friendship bracelet. Or a construction paper heart.

Call someone you love and tell them so.

Buy someone lunch.

Give a stranger a compliment.

Put up a Zoom background celebrating the person you're talking to.

Or anything else you can think of! The sky's the limit.

Then on Friday, make a tumblr or DW post or tweet or skeet or snapchat or WHATEVER, saying what you've done (and/or a note that it's More Joy day), and that will hopefully help spread things further.

I look forward to sharing the joy with all of you!

#more joy day #mj day 2024 #please feel free to reblog widely

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alwaysonthemend · 2 years ago

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A Night of Revelry | JTK

Author's Note: Here it is! My second GVF fic! This one got away from me a little bit and ended up a lot longer than I meant it to be. But oh well, Jake just has that effect on me. Again, this is unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own.

Summary: The boys are finally back home on a hiatus from tour and are enjoying some much needed rest and recovery. A dinner party at the Kiszka's house leads to you and Jake admitting some long kept secrets to each other. A night of revelry, indeed.

Content Warnings: Fem!reader, mentions of being drunk, fingering (f. receiving), hand jobs (f. receiving), p. in v. sex, unprotected sex (ya'll know better!) swearing, dom Jakey (yes, that's a warning) 18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 4544

Preview:

“Since you want to cum so bad,” Jake says with a dangerous smile gracing his lips, “you’re going to come over here and ride my thigh. And I’m going to sit here and watch as you make yourself come apart. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

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From the very first moment that you met Jake, the man had been an enigma. He was quiet – content to allow others to fill the silence for him. At first, you’d mistaken his reservedness for shyness. But as you got to know him, you found that he is by no means a shy man. He’s quiet, sure. But he’s confident in himself. Confident to dress as he wishes and to like the things he does without a care in the world. From there, you had assumed that his quietness must be a result of growing up in a household with Josh. Josh loves to talk and you had figured that Jake was simply allowing him to do so. And for a time, that was that. Jake was the moon to Josh’s sun and was simply content to let others fill the silence for him.

But as you started to spend more time with him, you discovered that he wasn’t always that quiet. When he’s around his brothers, or Danny, or other close friends and family, Jake has a wicked sense of humor that can have the whole room clutching their sides with laughter. His dry sarcasm and witty rebuttals are unmatched – even by Josh. Not only is Jake hilarious, you soon discovered, but he loves to talk if it’s about the right subjects. He’ll talk for ages about films he likes or dislikes, or he’ll go on rants about things he reads, or podcasts he listens to. And of course he’ll talk for ages about his music. His eyes light up when he’s excited about a topic, and in those moments, you can see the same animatedness and excitement that his twin has.

The first time you saw Jake play on stage, you saw yet another side of him that you had never seen before. Seeing him up on that stage changed something in you. He commanded attention. From the way he threw his head back as he played to the way he muttered under his breath to his guitar, everything about the man oozed confidence and sex appeal. You’d gone into the show with a growing crush on him, but you left completely head over heels for the man. Time passes, and you only find yourself more and more in love with him as the days go on. And as much as you want more than just friendship, you figure that it’s best to keep your burgeoning feelings to yourself. Jake is a sweetheart – always showing you kindness whenever the two of you hang out. But he’s so out of your league it’s almost funny. He’s a goddamn rockstar, for goodness sake! He could get just about any woman in the world if he really wanted to and you’re fairly confident that out of all of them, you wouldn't be the top choice.

There are times when you think that maybe, just maybe, he might have feelings for you too. He’s always so attentive to you when you spend time with him – remembering little things that you tell him and always seeming to know when you’re having a bad day. And every now and again he brushes his fingertips over yours when he hands you something or his hand will ghost over your waist when he passes. But you try not to linger on those moments too much. He’s a gentleman who always makes the people around him feel at ease and you realize that it’s just the way Jake is. He’s too kind for his own good (and your own good) so you do your best to push the feelings down.

It’s nights like this night, though, that make crushing those feelings down so difficult. Tours are on a temporary hiatus and the band members are back home for some much needed R & R. And tonight, Karen had invited all of the Kiszka siblings, Danny, and several other family members and friends over for an intimate night of stories and spending time with one another. Dinner had been loud and exciting – as all meals with the Kiszkas are, and now the guests are all intermingling amongst themselves as the sun sets into night. Some are inside, polishing off the dessert and staying out of the summer heat. Others are gathered outside around the fire, sharing stories as Jake and Sam gently strum on their guitars. Naturally, you find yourself gravitating towards where Jake is. You’d just spent a good 30 minutes talking inside with Danny about whether Kurt Cobain actually wanted to kill himself or if he was just trying to get away from Courtney Love (you favor the latter), but now you’re feeling that familiar tug in your chest that always stirs whenever you’re away from Jake for too long. There’s a part of you that’s embarrassed for how attached to Jake you’ve become. You’re independent and consider yourself to be a fairly rational individual, but there’s something about Jake that makes all that fly out the window. You want – no, you need to be close to him. He’s gone so much during the year and you miss him like a limb that’s been chopped off. His absence aches with phantom pains and you figure that you deserve the reprieve of spending time with him while he’s here.

You take a seat in one of the empty lawn chairs next to him and he gives you a small, private smile, before turning back to Ronnie as she tells a story. His cheeks are flushed with alcohol and his dark, wide brimmed hat lies discarded at his feet. You tune everyone out, and instead allow yourself to watch Jake’s fingers as he plays the guitar. No matter how many times you see and hear him play, his talent never fails to make you feel all warm inside. He loves his music, and his playing reflects that love. It’s like he’s sharing a piece of himself with you all – and you’re thankful that you get to hear it like this. He’s beautiful. That’s the only word you can think of to describe the way he looks right now.

“You alright?” He asks, noticing the absent look in your eyes.

“Hm?” Your eyes snap up from his hands to his eyes. “Oh. Ya, I’m good. Just tired, is all.” You can feel your cheeks grow hot as there’s no way he didn’t see you staring at him.

“Too much alcohol, darling?” He laughingly says in his fake British accent that he’s so fond of.

“Yeah,” you laugh in relief, thankful for the easy excuse. “Drank a little too much wine, I think.”

He smiles and immediately you feel at ease again.

“Happens to the best of us.” He says wistfully, back in his normal accent. “I myself have also partaken a little too much tonight.”

“You?” You gasp dramatically, “Jacob Kiszka drinking too much? I’m shocked.”

He laughs and shakes his head.

“I know. It’s not like me at all.”

You both turn your attention back to the rest of the group as Josh stands up and dramatically tells a story about something or other, though you still are entirely too aware of Jake’s presence next to you. He puts his guitar down and helps himself to another generous glass of bourbon as the night goes on. The night bleeds from too late into too early and you feel the tendrils of sleep beginning to cloud your thoughts. You stopped drinking a while ago and your buzz from earlier in the night has all but disappeared. You stare into the fire, the warmth from the flame coupled with the voices of your friends lulling you into a relaxed trance.

“Care to join me for a smoke?” Jake asks, startling you from your reverie.

“You know I don’t smoke.” You scold him lightly.

“I know.” He says, rising from his seat and extending his hand towards you. “Join me anyways?”

You nod and take his hand, allowing him to lead you around the front of the house to a more secluded area. From here, you can just barely make out the voices of the others as you round the corner out of eyesight. Jake leans back against the house and turns his face up to the sky. He looks painfully beautiful like that. You swallow and look away.

“Thought we were coming over here so you could smoke.” You say, following his line of sight up to the sky.

“Changed my mind.” He shrugged, turning to look at you. “Come next to me.”

You pin him with a confused stare but comply. You walk over and lean your own shoulder against the house, careful to leave space between the two of you.

“I’m glad you could be here tonight. I missed you while we were gone.” He’s looking back at the sky now and you take a moment to watch him. His cheeks are still flushed and his hair is pulled back in a loose bun. You don’t respond for a moment, carefully choosing your next words.

“I’m sure you missed being home with all the craziness of being on the road.” You finally say. “I’m glad you all are back. It gets boring here without you guys to cause chaos.” You laugh, looking back up to the sky.

Jake turns to you suddenly and grabs your arm.

“No, seriously,” He says, staring at you in the moonlight. “I missed you.”

You turn to look at him and he’s pinning you with that stare that makes you feel like he’s looking right through you – seeing every single thought that runs through your mind.

“I missed you too, Jake. More than you know.”

He lets go of your arm, seemingly content that the urgentness of his words were heard.

“I hate having to leave you here when we go,” he says, “I miss you so damn much.”

You turn to look at him and he does the same, his dark eyes locking with yours, You don’t really know how to respond. Hearing him say that to you makes your heart flutter in your chest. But you’re wary, too – wary of reading into his words wrong. That little spark of hope rears its head and it’s all you can do not to lean over and kiss him right then and there.

“I hate it too, Jake.” You whisper, afraid to speak into whatever it is that's just taken place between the two of you. But before you have time to process what’s happening, Jake presses his soft lips to yours. You’re so stunned that you don’t kiss him back and he pulls back wide eyed.

“I’m sorry.. I- I don’t know why I did that without asking first. I-” His eyes are filled with embarrassment and you can’t help but feel bad for him.

“It’s okay, Jake.” You interrupt him.” I just don’t want you to do something that you’ll regret in the morning.” You take a breath to try and steady your heart rate as Jake stares at you.

“So, you didn’t kiss me back because you think I’m too drunk?” He asks slowly, seemingly trying to process your words.

You sigh. It hurt before, but hearing him say it out loud made the sting all the more painful.

“Yes, Jake. You’re my best friend. I don’t want to lose our friendship over a drunken mistake.” There’s a small, hopeless little part of you that wants to say ‘fuck it’ and kiss him again anyway – even if he’ll regret it in the morning. Because deep down you know that this is the last chance you’ll ever get. You shove the little voice down.

“We can just act like this never happened.” You assure him.

“And what if I hadn’t been drinking before this?” He asks. “Would you have done the same?”

You purse your lips and look away. The pain of this whole situation is settling into your bones, heavy as lead.

“It doesn’t really matter, Jake.” You say honestly. “Whatever you’re feeling right now, it isn’t real.”

Jake looks at you and his eyes carry a hurt in them that you’d never seen before. You want to look away – run away even, if it meant that you wouldn’t have to see that look in his eyes again.

“I know it’s real, y/n. I may have been drinking, but it hasn’t given me feelings that weren’t already there.” He lets out a shaky breath. “The bourbon just gave me a little more courage to do something about these feelings.”

Your mind is awash with thousands upon thousands of thoughts and feelings. Hope, excitement, disbelief, fear; they all swirl through your mind so quickly you can barely catch hold of any of them. The thought that he might have feelings for you feels absurd. He’s Jake fucking Kiszka. It’s too good to be true.

“You promise me?” You beg, practically shaking with all the emotions running through your mind. “Please, Jake. I can’t take it if this is just you getting caught up in the moment.” And it’s the truth. If this isn’t real, you doubt you’ll be able to survive it.

“Answer my question first…” He says, stepping closer to you. “If I hadn’t been drinking and I kissed you, what would you do?” Jake’s eyes are shiny in the moonlight – his expression open and hopeful.

Oh, fuck it.

“I would kiss you back.”

“Oh thank fuck.” He says, before crushing his lips to yours again. This time, you don’t hesitate to reciprocate, opening your mouth and allowing him to explore your mouth with his tongue. You feel dizzy with excitement and disbelief. You’re making out with the guy you thought you could never have and holy shit, it’s better than you ever dreamed it would be.

“I promise you,” he says in between kisses, “that this is real. Realer than anything I’ve ever known.”

Jake brings his palms up to cup your cheeks and you place your hands on his shoulders to draw him closer to you. The smell of bourbon and vanilla floods your nose as he presses his chest to yours. He pulls away and you let out an embarrassing whine. He stares at you – his brown eyes swirling with passion.

“Y/n,” he says quietly, “what do you want?”

You take a moment to drink in his appearance. He looks incredible with his hair pulled back. His trademark silver necklaces rest against his collarbone and his cream colored dress shirt is unbuttoned all the way down to his stomach. There’s a glisten to his skin from the summer heat and you’re struck with the sudden desire to taste its saltiness.

“I want you to touch me, Jake.” You plead.

He gives you a smirk and his eyes dance with mischief and excitement.

“Come inside. My room.” He laces his fingers with yours and the two of you slip inside, completely unnoticed by the merry crowd outside. You skirt around the kitchen where everyone else still resides and you both bound up the stairs to Jake’s old room.

Stepping into Jake’s old room feels personal. You’ve been in here before, but it still feels like you’re seeing something you’re not supposed to. The walls are covered in music posters, with artists from Cream to John Lee Hooker. The room smells like Jake – if a little faint, and several old guitars sit leaned against the wall. You stand in the middle of the room, suddenly overwhelmed.

“Y/n?” Jake asks, coming to stand beside you as he places a warm hand on your shoulder.

You look at him, taking in his beautiful features in the darkness of the room. The only light source coming from the moonlight spilling through the window.

“Are you okay?” He asks, concern replacing the desire that had filled his eyes just moments before.

“Yes, of course! I just-” You trail off, unsure how to put your feelings into words.

“Y/n, I swear that I’m not that drunk. I’m a little tipsy, for sure. But I know what I want. I want you.”

“I want you too, Jake. I do. This all just,” you wave your hands in a vague motion between the two of you, “this all just doesn’t feel real. I’ve spent so long thinking this was never a possibility and now I’m just a little overwhelmed to be honest.” You look down at your feet. This is all just too much to process in such a short amount of time.

Jake walks over to his bed and takes a seat, gesturing for you to do the same. You follow, sinking down heavily beside him.

“Look at me.” He says, placing his index beneath your chin to turn your face towards him. “Why can’t you believe that I want this?” He asks, a small hint of a smile ghosting his lips.

“I just never thought that someone like you would be interested in someone… like me.” You say honestly.

Jake furrows his brows at you.

“Someone like me?” He grins and you can see the spit on his lips glisten in the dark. “Is it because I’m a rockstar? Super famous? Thousands of screaming fans all across the globe?”

You scoff and nudge your shoulder into his playfully.

“Not helpful at all. But yes, I guess so.”

You both sit in silence for a moment. Your body is thrumming with nervous energy.

“I’m not sure what I can say to convince you that I want you, y/n.” He says into the dark, eyes trained on the wall opposite the two of you. “I’ve always been drawn to you. Your smile, the way your eyes light up when you talk about things that excite you…” He turns to look at you now, his expression soft. “But this last leg of the tour, y/n…It was worse than usual. I missed you so damn much. I couldn’t ignore this any longer.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.” His eyes are full of truth. You see no lie in them. “Tell me if you want to stop, y/n.”

You nod and allow him to push your back into the bed. He grips your thighs and spreads your knees apart before settling between them. You reach behind him and pull the hair tie from his hair, allowing it to fall freely to his shoulders. He chuckles and kisses you again, much softer now than before.

“Let me show you how real this is.” He whispers.

“Please, Jake. Whatever you want.”

That seems to be all the permission he needs as he swiftly lifts your shirt above your head before sliding your skirt down your thighs. You reach out with shaky fingers and undo the few buttons that he had bothered to fasten, and you slide his shirt down and off his shoulders. Jake attaches his lips to your neck, leaving warm kisses down your throat. You moan and paw at the belt of his pants, desperate to feel more of him against you.

“Patience, love.” He laughs as he unhooks your bra and throws it to the floor. “I want to make you cum first. We’ll get to me later.”

He dips his hand into the waistband of your panties and slides them down. You kick them off as they pool around your ankles. Jake brings a calloused finger to your pussy, swiping through the wetness gathered there.

“So wet…” he purrs, “All this for me?”

“Only for you, Jake. Only for you.”

You whine as his talented fingers begin to circle your swollen clit, just the way you had always imagined him doing when you watch him play guitar. He keeps his pace slow, teasing you and drawing out your pleasure.

“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed of this, y/n?” Jake asks as he begins to pick up his pace. His fingertips are rough, but the friction is so good you can barely think straight.

“I dream about this pussy all the time – I dream about seeing you like this, all desperate and needy, and I wake up so hard it hurts.” He sinks his middle finger into you slowly, while his thumb continues in lazy circles on your clit. He crooks his finger inside you, brushing against your walls in a way that makes you arch your back in pleasure. He smiles, and slowly inserts his ring finger into you as well, pumping in and out of you slowly.

You whine and buck your hips up to meet his hand, desperate for more. The sound of his voice, gruff with lust, is sending shocks of arousal straight to your core.

“Jake, please,” you beg, as he curls his fingers inside you, “stop teasing.”

He laughs lowly but doesn’t give you anything more.

“Use your words, sweetheart. Tell me what you want.”

“You know what I want.” Your voice is shaky and comes out in practically a whine. “Stop teasing. You already know.”

“Wanna hear you say it. Wanna hear those filthy things coming out of that pretty mouth.”

He’s unrelenting in his teasing. You’re so close, but he won’t give you that last bit that you need to finally snap the coil building in your belly.

“Please, Jake.” You moan, “Need to cum so bad. Need you to make me cum.”

He grins and you think that he’s finally going to give you what you want. But he doesn’t. Instead he sits up, pulling his fingers from you, and leans back on the headboard, leaving you laying there confused.

“Jake?” You ask as you sit up, feeling the wetness of your pussy leak down between your thighs.

“Since you want to cum so bad,” he says with a dangerous smile gracing his lips, “you’re going to come over here and ride my thigh. And I’m going to sit here and watch as you make yourself come apart. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

You nod, breathless. You crawl your way over to him and swing one leg obediently over his thigh. You can see his cock straining in his pants and your mouth waters at the sight. Next time, you know that you want to taste it. You slowly ease your aching pussy down onto his leg and roll your hips experimentally, dragging your clit against the fabric of his pants.

“There you go, sweet girl.” Jake praises. He grips your ass with both hands, digging his fingers hard into your flesh. He’s looking up at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. You roll your hips again and start up a steady pace, the friction exactly what you needed. Jake slides one hand up to your breasts, circling and pinching at your raised nipples. His other hand stays where it is, solidly gripping your ass and keeping you grounded as you ride his thigh into oblivion. You quicken your pace as he mutters encouragement under his breath and your orgasm crashes through you like a tidal wave, and you moan his name loudly as you ride your way through the pleasure. You slip off from him and collapse onto your back next to him.

“Jesus Christ, you look gorgeous like that.” He says as he rises from his seated position. “Such a needy, desperate little girl, aren’t you?” He says as he unbuckles his belt and slips out of his pants. He leans over you and brushes a strand of your hair away from your face and tucks it behind your ear – the softness of the gesture a stark contrast to his dominant words from before.

“Kiss me.” You say, not at all embarrassed by the neediness of your request.

“I’ll kiss you a thousand times if it’ll make you believe me when I say that you’re the only woman I could ever want. I want you, y/n. More than anything else in my entire life.”

“I want you too, Jake. Since I met you, I’ve wanted this. Just never thought I could have it.”

“Well, you have it.” He says, brushing his lips over yours. “You have me. And now I’m going to fuck you just to prove it even more.” He pulls his boxers down his hips, allowing his hard cock to spring free. You gulp. He’s big – bigger than anyone else you’d ever seen.

“On your hands and knees, sweet girl.” Jake says as he pumps his cock a few times. You comply and groan loudly as he sinks his length into you slowly. He bottoms out and pauses, allowing you time to adjust. The coldness of his necklaces on your back feel good against your heated skin.

“Move, Jakey. Need you to move. Now.” You say as you press your face into the pillow.

Jake grasps your hips firmly and begins a brutal pace, pistoning his hips into yours. You moan loudly as he groans into your ear.

“God, you’re so fucking tight, y/n.” His thrusts are fast and hard, rocking your entire body forward with each one. He feels so good you can hardly even think straight. All your thoughts are entirely consumed with Jake, Jake, Jake.

“Don’t stop, J. ‘m so close.” You can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching and you start to rock your hips back to meet Jake’s thrusts. He wraps one arm around your belly, pulling you tighter to him as he picks up his pace even more. Your face is buried in his pillow, desperately trying to muffle your cries from the other occupants of the house.

“Gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cum on my cock?” Jake asks, as he drops his hand to circle your clit in time with his thrusts.

“Jacob!” You wail as you finally cum, legs shaking as it tears through you. Your eyes are watering and your vision whites out from the sheer pleasure. Jake’s thrusts are erratic, desperate.

“Say it again, y/n. Gonna cum in your tight, little pussy.”

“Jacob- please.” You moan at the overstimulation and that’s all he needs.

“Oh fuuuuck.” He groans as he spills inside you, breathing ragged in your ear.

He pulls out of you, and you collapse to your stomach, utterly spent.

“Stay there, sweetheart.” He mutters as he rises to get a wet washcloth. He returns quickly and you roll onto your back. He cleans you up softly, careful on your abused clit and pussy. He hangs the washcloth on his nightstand and crawls into the bed next to you. Placing a kiss to your forehead, he pulls the blankets up and over the both of you.

“That was… incredible.” You sigh, exhaustion hitting you like a brick wall. You lay your head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent.

“You’re incredible.” He says quietly, voice so soft compared to before. “I meant what I said, you know?”

You glance up to look at him. He’s got that look in his chocolate brown eyes again – the one that makes you feel like he’s looking right through you.

“There isn’t anyone else that I would rather be with than you, y/n. It’s not just about sex, as incredible as that was. I want you. As much of you as you’re willing to give me.”

You press your lips to his in a sweet kiss.

“I believe you. I want it all with you, Jake.”

He huffs out a small laugh and kisses you again.

“Thank fuck.”

“Mmm.” You hum in agreement, closing your eyes and nuzzling into him. “My rockstar.”

You miss the adoring smile Jake gives as you fall asleep.

#jake kiszka x reader #jake kiszka fanfiction #jake kiszka x you #greta van fleet fanfiction #greta van fanfiction #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka #jake gvf #jake kiszka fanfic #dee's writing

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zenkindoflove · 3 months ago

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Fanfic Writing Tag Game

Thank you for tagging me in this fanfic tag game, @bonecarversbestie!

Describe your writing process from idea to posting/publishing

Generally I start with a inspiration scene. A moment that stands out in my head that I can't stop thinking about. Then I design a story around that scene. If I'm writing a one-shot, I tend to be very loosey goosey with planning and just sort of write what is coming out with a general trajectory in mind. For multichapter fics, I'm much more meticulous. I always come up with an ending first so that I have a beacon to head to. I then do a high level outline which is usually what are the things that need to happen each chapter. Then as I get into the chapters, I will do more detailed outline of what things need to happen per chapter. I end up redoing the outline a few times as the story progresses.

I write the whole first draft from start to finish of either a one-shot or a chapter. I then do a major edit where I focus on bigger changes like adding in scenes or taking away whole sentences. It's my "does this make sense" edit. Then the next two edits are more wordsmithing/looking for typos. I tend to read out loud for these edits.

I'm also pretty big on writing in order. I almost never write out of order. If I do get inspo/idea for something that happens later, I'll write down lines of dialogue or details but I don't delve into writing the whole the scene then.

When I post multichapter fics, I write as I post. So when I post a chapter, usually I haven't started on the first draft of the next chapter.

Are you a plotter or a pantser?

Both. See above for my plotting process. But so much happens as I write that surprises me. And I end up making on the fly changes and redoing the outline often as new things arise as I'm writing.

What do you listen to when you are writing?

Depends. Sometimes I listen to music to focus. Often instrumental or something that will put me in the mood for the scene. Other times I listen to nothing and that helps me focus.

What’s your drink of choice(while writing)?

Coke Zero which I often forget about as I get into the groove and then it gets flat/warm.

Promote yourself! What’s your favorite thing you’ve written?

I think Summer Heat (Elucien + Erixius) is probably my favorite fic because it has a lot of characters that I really enjoyed writing and exploring and it's two romance stories occurring at the same time. I'm excited to get back into it. It's also just a really fun fic.

I also am really proud and always excited when I talk about Dear Lucien, Dear Elain: an Epistolary Fic because I wrote it with @crazy-ache and I think it's super unique and very fun and romantic.

Share a fic of yours that you think is underrated/deserves more love.

I'm going to cheat and choose one Elucien and one Erixius fic.

Dancing Barefoot (Elucien) - This is the first modern AU Elucien fic I've ever written and I think it's a really solid, smutty one shot. I also have some Jassa in it who were surprisingly really fun. I think you should read it because I did a great job capturing that feeling of forming a crush in a night and falling into exploring those feelings with a total stranger.

The Jewel of The Forest House (Erixius) - I really love this fic because I think it's a good blend of comedy, fluff, and angst. And I think if you're a dog lover, you will love it too.

Do you have any advice for new writers?

I was listening to a podcast last night with the comedian Matteo Lane. He was talking about advice he received in art school that he applies to all creative things that he does. It was: You are not working on the masterpiece. You are working towards it.

Basically - do not get stuck in the fussiness of perfection as you write. You always will have chances to change and alter your writing. A lot of good writing happens in the editing. And just because something doesn't feel perfect, doesn't mean it isn't worth sharing. Especially in fanfiction, this is a hobby where we are all trying to have fun and support each other. It's natural to get in your head, feel vulnerable and insecure, compare yourself to others, etc etc. But you can't let that pull you down and suck the joy out of writing. Write the things that inspire you. Things you want to read, and the process of writing will become more fun. And the more you write, the easier it gets. It takes time to find your voice, and the only way you will find it is to write a lot.

What is a writing style/technique that others do really well that you'd like to get better at?

I'm always looking to improve my metaphors and lyrical prose in a way that feel authentic, natural, and appropriate for the scene. There are some writers I really admire who do it so well and every time I read their work, I get inspired.

Is there a character you were surprised you enjoyed writing as much as you did?

Jurian!!! And Vassa. Actually in that fic, Dancing Barefoot that I recc'd, that was the first time I ever wrote them and I really had a crazy amount of fun with their dynamic. I also surprisingly enjoy writing Rhysand because I like playing between his nurturing side and being a shit. I thought about saying Eris, but I think it wasn't a surprise once I dived in. I always loved that man, and I danced around him for a bit out of intimidation, but I always knew once I dug in and found who he is inside of me, I would love it.

No pressure tags: @jules-writes-stories , @lucienarcheron , @starsreminisce, @sapphiresandgold, @lovely-vanserra-sunshine, @avabrynne , @highlordofkrypton

#fanfic writer tag game

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demiboydemon · 7 months ago

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My beta reader and I have this AU we talk about (but I’ll never write) and in it, Beedle is an immortal deity who secretly lives in Link’s and Zelda’s house’s shed and it allows him to time travel to Skyward Sword’s time and Wind Waker’s time, which is why he’s in each game. Link and Zelda do not know he sometimes lives there, because he’s usually on the road and only lives in the shed when he needs to time travel. No one else can time travel with the shed.

In this same AU, Revali has a “news” tv show where all he does is roast Link. It’s called “The Bird’s Words” and Link is secretly obsessed with it. He finds it so funny and his goal is to be on it one day. He doesn’t let Revali know because then Revali may stop making it. Link owns merch for it but it annoys Zelda because she hates the show (she loves Link and can’t stand Revali bad mouthing him), so he gets his own secret well to store his Bird’s Words paraphernalia. When Revali dies and has no physical form, he turns the show into a podcast.

This AU takes place in the same universe as my fic “An Apple a Day”, but the apples don’t actually come up much when my beta reader and I talk about it.

My favorite part of this whole thing is that my beta reader has not played any LoZ game, nor watched any playthroughs, nor read any of the mangas. The only things she knows are what I tell in my fics and when I info dump about the characters. This means sometimes she forgets certain things aren’t canon. The other day I told her that Beedle doesn’t sell apples, much less Link’s apples, and she was so bewildered that you’d think I told her I made up Beedle himself

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smoshmouthfastnights · 25 days ago

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fic: beautiful oblivion (part three)

A/N: happy holiday time to everyone. I hope you all enjoy this next part. Shout out to @poppyfamily and @shesmore-shoebill for all the support and input on this fic.

She wasn’t hiding. In fact, all she’d done was go back to her own desk, nursing a bottle of water and the beginnings of a migraine. She wasn’t mad. She knew Amanda was in her own way trying to make Courtney happy. And yes, she wasn’t opposed to the scheme of making Shayne their third, but Amanda hadn’t helped that cause. Quite the opposite. She’d almost scared the man away.

“Hey, Court.” Amanda was maybe the softest-spoken Courtney had ever heard her, her hands in her pockets, her footsteps hesitant. Everyone else was at lunch, so they were alone in their little corner for now. Thank God.

“Hey.” Courtney watched as Amanda sat down at her own desk, parallel to Courtney’s, and then slid her chair back so they could be face to face.

“I’m sorry.” Amanda leaned forward, one hand reaching out to brush Courtney’s hair behind one ear.

Courtney nuzzled right into her touch, eyes closing. “You’re forgiven. I should’ve expected you to be this intense about it.”

Amanda laughed, but it was quiet and resigned. Yeah, the carriage kind of always came before the horse for her. “I just…I love you…”

She had more to say, but the way Courtney’s eyes popped back open, and her head turned and her whole body froze made Amanda stop, too.

“What?”

Courtney blinked. “Sorry. Just run that by me again.”

Amanda smiled big, honestly taken aback that Courtney didn’t know. “I love you. Is that not obvious?”

“I mean, I guess so.” Courtney demurred, her eyes losing Amanda’s.

“Stop that.” Amanda scolded. “I love you. And I’d give you anything you ask for. Besides, I can tell you and Shayne aren’t over each other. I want to help.”

Amanda paused, her gaze scanning Courtney intensely. “I don’t want you to deny yourself anything on account of me.”

Courtney leaned in even closer, her lips brushing Amanda’s, her hands finding purchase along the arm rests on Amanda’s chair to effectively tug her in even more. “I love you, too. Even though I think you’re insane.”

“Thanks.” Amanda replied, giggling.

“Nothing happens without you.” Courtney had already explained this the night before and now she was realizing that was the reason Amanda had dove in headfirst. “You and I are a team.”

“I know, honey.”

“Also? Maybe just follow my lead.”

Another laugh. “You got it.”

TWO DAYS LATER

Courtney knew what she had to do. Or at least, she knew what she could do. Amanda and Shayne were at their most natural together on Smosh Mouth. They were such different people, but the podcast had shown them their commonalities in a way that made it clear they were more compatible than they – or probably anyone else – thought. They could launch into a conversation about literally anything at any given moment. They never talked over or insulted each other. They listened and they learned, and they were willing. It was all Courtney needed for her plan to formulate. She knew it needed to happen on the podcast set, where the chemistry between Shayne and Amanda was freely flowing. Where neither of them would have the chance to overthink – particularly Shayne.

She’d known Shayne for a long time, and she was privy enough to his tells to know that he was smitten with Amanda just like Courtney was. Maybe not as deeply – yet – but he was certainly fixated. His gaze always lingered on Amanda a little too long; she made him laugh the loudest and the hardest of anyone (and yes Courtney understood how easy that was but regardless). Every time he read a book or played a game or watched a show, he went on and on about how Amanda would love it. And he was giddy as hell every time he showed her something and she ended up loving it.

The plan was simple: that day, they were filming another ‘Advice’ episode of the podcast. It was perfect. And Josh could just edit out whatever. The Smosh editors were notorious for leaving them all to look stupid as hell. Thankfully, this was a far more sensitive topic, so she knew Josh would take pity on her.

She shot him a look as she strolled onto the set, anyway. He didn’t know what the look meant yet, but he would. She ran a hand along the back of Amanda’s chair on the way to her own, making momentary and intense eye contact. Amanda smiled that gorgeous, dimpled smile at her and she nearly melted into a pile of goo. She needed to get her shit together. Losing her mind over Amanda on camera wasn’t anything new, but she couldn’t afford distraction right now. She took a deep breath as she sat down in front of the mic, her gaze clicking over toward Shayne. He grinned at her, too, and her heart did that dumb fluttery thing it always did around Shayne.

Well, shit.

“Hi.” It was hard to be casual. They both looked so fucking good. Shayne was wearing one of his big flannels over a white t-shirt, his blonde hair an adorable mess, his beard immaculate. His blue eyes were sparkling at her, and Courtney couldn’t breathe.

“Hey.” He chuckled, his eyes lighting up so bright they were dazzling.

Looking at Amanda made her condition worse. She was watching them knowingly, her expression reading adoration that was worsening Courtney’s quiet frenzy. Affection burst inside her toward her lover. Her mind wanted to fling her back into memories of their nights together, but Courtney forcibly smothered it. Those images were not something Courtney was equipped to deal with without wanting to climb Amanda like a tree in front of Shayne.

Actually, that probably would’ve solved all their “problems”, but still. The crew did not need to see that.

“So, what brings you into our office today, Court?” Amanda leaned further into the microphone,

“Well.” Courtney began, eyes flicking between the objects of her affections. “I have these two friends, right. And they are like, so into each other it’s crazy. The problem is, they’re both too dumb to say anything. So, I guess the question is, how do I get them to spit it the hell out so they can be happy?”

She made pointed eye contact with Amanda, who didn’t flinch. Courtney knew this was where they needed to start. She herself was the common denominator between Shayne and Amanda. The feelings for her were there, and clear. If anything was going to happen between the three of them, Courtney knew she had to bring Shayne and Amanda to a place where the spark between them became something steady and real.

“Ohh.” Amanda said. “This is the kind of stuff I like. But I guess my first question is, how sure are you that they’re into each other?”

“Yeah.” Shayne jumped in. “Have they actually told you that’s what’s up? Or are you just assuming?”

Ugh. They were both so annoying.

“I’m very sure.” Courtney replied, once again trying to say most of what she had to with her eyes. Blurting it out for the whole room to hear wasn’t the best idea. “They text each other every single day. And they’re always bringing each other up in conversation.”

Even after I eat her out. Courtney added mentally, smothering a laugh.

“Friends can do that, Courtney.” Shayne said.

“Yes, of course, but this is different. I know my female friend is into this dude. She’s always saying how attractive she finds certain qualities about him. And he’s a dumb ass who can’t take a hint, but I know he likes her, too. He’s always sending her TikToks and recommending stuff he knows she would love and bringing her gifts. I know for a fact that’s something he does when he’s crushing.”

She stared at Shayne intensely, and something seemed to cross his face. Maybe he hadn’t fully caught it yet, but he was getting there.

“I think the solution is just to sit them both down and make them communicate if you’re this sure.” Amanda offered. “I don’t condone getting this involved in someone else’s relationship, but if you’re close with both of them…”

“Yeah. Yeah. Super close.” Courtney said with a raise of both eyebrows. “And you’re right. I think I need to be the middle man here because they’re both being oblivious.”

She looked between them again and went silent as they looked at each other.

“Okay, well, pretend me and Shayne are these friends. What would you say to them?” Amanda’s smile hid in the corner of her lips.

Yeah. Courtney loved her.

“I would say that I love them both and I’m tired of watching them dance around each other. I would tell them that none of it changes how I feel about either of them. They’re safe to say it. I’m here to help them navigate in whatever way they want me to.”

Shayne’s eyes widened. Had he realized yet that Courtney was perfectly describing him and Amanda, no matter how vague she had to make it for the other people in the room? “I think that’s a good, healthy way to go about it.” Shayne said, arms crossing over his chest. “You should do that.”

“I agree.” Amanda was smiling bigger. “It can’t hurt to show that you care.”

Courtney splayed her hands on the table, satisfied that she’d accomplished the hardest part of her plan: throwing the ball into Amanda and Shayne’s court. So to speak. “Thank you, guys. I’ll try it.”

“Please do.” Amanda looked over at Shayne. He was still a little pale. “You all right with that, Shayne?”

“Yeah. Definitely.” He put on the falsest bravado Courtney had ever seen, but at least he was there mentally. He knew now and that was all Courtney needed.

The operation was a go.

Shayne wasn’t angry. In all fairness, he couldn’t be angry. Courtney was doing what she thought would help them all. Besides, she was right. He was dancing around Amanda. Every day, it got harder and harder to handle. He felt so much toward and about Amanda, it was increasingly harder to sift through. His stomach was in knots around her; his heart always jumping around like it wanted her to know. The strangest thing about it was that it wasn’t the cause of nerves. In fact, he felt more comfortable around Amanda than he did around anyone not named Courtney. He didn’t know what Amanda’s sorcery was, but she made his whole being calm. He couldn’t be jealous or angry or insecure around Amanda. He understood why Courtney chose her. Amanda’s magnetism was off the charts. There were no boundaries with Amanda, and certainly no filter. They talked about any and everything.

Almost any and everything.

The crew had left the room. They’d quickly moved into ‘next video’ mode. The podcast set was quiet for the moment. They didn’t have to shoot on this stage anymore for the day. Shayne thanked whatever deity existed for that because there was no way he could talk about this with an audience around. Jokes were one thing. The very real possibility that he and Courtney were both falling for Amanda was something else.

Amanda was staring at him from the other side of the table, her soft eyes trying to gauge a reaction. Her expression was even softer, her lips turning up into a reassuring smile. Courtney was gone from the room, too. She’d left them to be alone in this, and Shayne was surprised his breath was coming so easy. Then again, maybe he wasn’t because it was Amanda’s voodoo, after all.

“You okay?” Amanda asked, her voice quiet.

Shayne smiled at her, his hands knotting together on the table. “I think so.”

“Is Court right?” That question was a little quieter, Amanda’s eyes losing Shayne’s.

Was that…insecurity?

“You know I care about you.”

“Yeah of course. Duh.” Amanda scoffed. “I’m talking about…”

“I know. I know.” Shayne inhaled deeply, his heart suddenly doing so much in his chest. “She is right.”

“Really?!” Amanda’s surprise widened her pretty eyes.

Shayne laughed. He couldn’t help it. “I mean, yeah. You and I…we kind of just click, don’t we?”

“Yeah!” She said, maybe a little too enthusiastically. “Sorry.”

“I guess Courtney’s pretty good at reading us.”

“I’d say.” Amanda giggled. “The choice is still yours, though, Shayne.”

Now he was starting to understand just what Courtney and Amanda were up to. They wanted him, and it was a little insane and maybe a bit bewildering.

“It would take a lot of communicating.” He said, his psychology side coming out automatically.

“We know.” Amanda grinned. “And we don’t want to pressure you.”

He told himself to keep breathing, but God, his heart was going bonkers, jumping around in his chest like it wanted to launch itself at Amanda. He wondered what it would show her, honestly. “Can I have some time to think about it?”

Amanda immediately leaned back in her chair. “Of course. Of course.”

“Thank you.”

He didn’t think he would have to contemplate it for too long. The two women he cared about most cared about him just as much. And wanted him just as badly as he found himself wanting them. Sure, there was a chance it wouldn’t quite work, but…

Amanda stood up. “Any time, Shayne. You know where to find us.”

She left him with an affectionate squeeze at his shoulder.

He found himself following her all the way out of the room with his eyes.

Angela could admit that she wasn’t very observant. Hell, half the time, she refused to wear her eyeglasses, so how the fuck was she supposed to see, let alone pick out little differences in facial expressions or whatever else. Arasha was the opposite. She was far too observant, to the point of being a little nosy. Okay. Very nosy, but Angela usually loved that about her, because it led to weird and hilarious stories about Arasha’s family or her close friends or random acquaintances. Not this week. This week, all of her observations were about their coworkers. Most importantly, their closest coworkers.

“I’m telling you, Ang, there’s something going on with Shayne and Court and Amanda.” Arasha was whispering it to her at their favorite lunch spot. They’d decided to make a kind of date out of it instead of staying in catering with their crew and everyone else.

Angela did not think this would be the topic of their conversation.

“Well, yeah, Court and Amanda are dating.” She said matter of factly even as she laughed herself through the sentence.

“I know that.” Arasha gave an eye roll. “I’m saying that they’ve both been acting weird with Shayne. Or haven’t you noticed?”

“Nope, I haven’t.” Angela had another thought. “Wait a minute. Is this why you wanted to eat lunch outside of the studio?”

“Yes!” Arasha said it like it was obvious. “They’re being weird! And I want the tea!”

Angela made a face in her attempt to hold back a laugh. She loved Arasha dearly, but Jesus Christ. “I do not have any tea. Amanda seems fine to me.”

“There is something going on.” Arasha repeated. “And I think we can get to the bottom of it this weekend.”

Angela’s brow furrowed. “This weekend?”

“At our pitch party! Please don’t tell me you forgot.”

Angela had definitely forgotten. Not because the pitch party thing was a bad idea – in fact, she thought it was a great idea. They were all more productive when they were wine drunk. It was just the truth. No, she’d forgotten because Arasha had decided to throw the party a month ago, and they’d just recently found a day that was good for everyone.

“No. I didn’t forget.” Angela said, waving a hand. “What’s your plan?”

“It’s very simple, Ang: Wine.”

Yeah.

It was really that simple.

#my fic #shourtmanda #disclaimer as always: none of this is meant to represent the real people or their feelings

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clonerightsagenda · 11 months ago

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Pick a favorite character for the ask thing

(Ask meme here)

Did you know in my years of doing this ask meme, no one has asked about my beloved Hera? Possibly bc I talk about her so much already. Jokes on everyone, we are doing it again

First impression

I have told this story many times, but I was white knuckling it through the whole podcast terrified that she would get her memories deleted. To be entirely fair that was a rejected season 3 concept.

Impression now

I love her! Favorite AI character of all time. Chronic pain solidarity.

Favorite moment

I have many favorite moments, but what's coming to mind now based on some of my other responses to this prompt is that Hera delivers the only "I love you" aimed at people who are physically present. Minkowski says it in a message to her husband, Eiffel says it in a recording to his daughter, but iirc Hera is the only one to say it live, and it's platonic and to the group, which I Just Think Is Neat. (Iconically aro podcast w359 strikes again.) Also the whole quote is "I love you guys, but you need to get it through your heads that what goes for you doesn't go for me" which really gets back to one of the show's points that love isn't enough. You can genuinely care for someone and want the best for them and still fuck up, still hurt them, still not fully understand what they're going through. But you still have to communicate and you still have to try.

Idea for a story

Currently working on a PGW fic where the crew swings by the Hermes on their way back to Earth to rescue that station's AI and Hera has to work through her feelings about facing someone who was in the same situation as she was but did not come out on top. Rn she is being unfair about it.

Hera’s equally on edge. “The collar program is still running, she might not have that much processing power. But be ready in case she tries something. She’d better not try anything.” “It’s not her fault, is it?” he asks, surprised by the viciousness in her tone. “I beat a collar program.” “Didn’t Dr. Maxwell help you a lot, though?” Hera doesn’t like talking about Dr. Maxwell. “I don’t care,” she says instead. “She shouldn’t have let Dr. Pryce make her hurt them. Just because she couldn’t stop Dr. Pryce from taking her crew away from her doesn’t mean she gets to take mine away from me.”

Unpopular opinion

You mean besides my post that got me vagueblogged about? Here's another one: I don't think Hera would want or enjoy a human/humanoid body. The one time she's limited to a single source of visual input, her response is "it's weird; I don't like it". She's proud of being able to see colors our skull-gelatin can't comprehend, even if she's sorry she can't share them with anyone. She enjoys being a AI mother program when she's on a functioning system like the Sol. Yes she envisions herself as present with the crew in parts of Memoria, and there's an implication she's given herself a humansona, but my interpretation of that was that she wants to be treated as one of them, and unfortunately most of the crew's approach to treating her as a person is trying to treat her like a human. She's not wrong to think they'd relate to her better if she looked like them. (Is that not the same principle the Listeners used?) Maxwell was able to meet with her on her level, but as much as the other crewmembers care about her, they don't understand Hera in the same way. Downloading her into an android body feels like an accommodation for their benefit rather than trying to find a way for her to thrive on her own terms. Smarthouse Hera forever.

(For the record when her VA was asked if Hera would like being human her response was 'she'd try it for a day to see what it's like but she wouldn't want to stay that way'. Seems reasonable to me.)

Favorite relationship

As most followers know I am very fond of her (non-romantic!!) friendship with Eiffel. They've got a lot in common! They fuck up with each other but then do better! They were both sent up there knowing they were disposable and then decide to care about each other on purpose. However most followers also know that in my last few relistens I've been thinking a lot about her overlaps with Lovelace - how they are both surveillance tools that entities use to try to hurt other people, and they both overcome that. Hera is extending non-human solidarity but she wants to be recognized as a non-human person and Lovelace would really prefer to be viewed as human, thanks. There's tension there.

Favorite headcanon

I've posted before that I think she retains some of Pryce and Eiffel's memories which has funny, sad, and interesting implications. Among these I think she kept override codes Pryce can use on AIs so she can fight that kind of thing off in the future, and something that will come up in that Hermes fic is her deciding whether she's willing to use those on someone else. Stay tuned.

#wow that got long!#ask meme #perpetual perpetual ladies night #wolf 359

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crappymixtape · 24 years ago

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❤ tarot readings

i've been drawn to tarot for a long time, probably started in college, but because i was raised catholic i wouldn't let myself explore it at all. i'm no longer practicing / part of the catholic church or any kind of organized religion and finally in 2019 i allowed myself to bend a little. pick a deck up in a store and look through the cards. felt them speaking to me and that was when i bought my first deck.

cue COVID 😵‍💫

as horrible as 2020 was, it was a huge breakthrough for me. i felt moved and called to by this practice ( tarot ) and i started reading for myself with the guidance of lindsay mack and her podcast and damn. it was life-changing.

flash forward to now and i'm reading for others and it is is so rewarding 😩 when i say i love doing this for people, i mean it. wholeheartedly. and i would love to offer this to you too :) please read more on how to request a reading under the cut! xoxo

🂠 TAROT READING GUIDELINES 🂠

you can request a reading from me, but please read the following on what i need from you before you submit an ask:

WHAT DECK DO I USE? i normally gravitate toward uusi's pagan otherworlds deck, but also have their supra oracle, alba balesta gonzalez's white numen tarot, the stranger things tarot, and kim krans' wild unknown tarot!

HOW TO SUBMIT -> please submit your ask / inquiry through the "ASK" button on my page! just like you would for a fic. i do ask you don't submit under anon ( or via DM! ) so that i can send it to you privately and respect your information!

INVESTMENT -> this part always feels funny to me because i just genuinely love helping people and providing reassurance and guidance, but payment helps me to support myself and my family too! in general, pay-what-you-can is wonderful, but a minimum of $20 is so appreciated ♥️

WHAT TO INCLUDE IN YOUR FORM: + WHAT ARE YOU INQUIRING ABOUT? past / present / future? an upcoming decision or big shift / change in your life? guidance from an ancestor or spirit? give me as much ( or little! ) detail as you can – anything is wonderful. + WHAT DECK WOULD YOU LIKE USED? select from the decks outlined above ( pagan otherworlds, supra oracle, white numen tarot or wild unknown tarot ) and be sure to listen to what your gut is telling you – which one is speaking to you? + PLEASE SUBMIT PAYMENT AFTER YOU SUBMIT YOUR FORM and please use my kofi account for payment! thank you! you'll receive your reading package after your payment comes through.

HOW WILL I GET MY READING BACK? a great question! i put a lot of time and effort into making your reading and message from spirit look beautiful and easy to digest. please find a few sample pages below! i have three different spread options and each reading ( no matter which spread you choose! ) will come with a secondary in-depth write-up page and images of the cards pulled. please ask if you have any questions about this! happy to answer them.

QUESTIONS / CONCERNS? please don't hesitate to DM me on this! i welcome conversation and i know we can talk through whatever it is you're hesitant or wondering about.

okay! i think that's it! i appreciate each and every single one of you for being here and love the community i found on this silly little platform. y'all are my favorites, xoxo.

DISCLAIMER -> ANYONE RECIEVING A READING FROM ME SHALL AGREE TO THE FOLLOWING : tarot readings are subject to interpretation and should not be taken as absolute! a tarot reading is never 100% accurate. all tarot readings given by me are for pleasure / interest purposes only, and no guarantee can be given as to the accuracy of a reading. a tarot reading does not replace professional medical/legal/business opinion and/or advice. it will not force you to follow a particular course of action, or attempt to exert any form of control over your free-will and common sense. the contents of a tarot reading are not legally binding. any decisions made, or actions taken by you as a result of your reading are your sole responsibility and have not been forced upon you, by me, your tarot reader. i assume no legal liability for any damages, losses, or other consequences of any client decisions, subsequent to, or based on, my tarot readings. please use your own common sense and judgement at all times! it is only with the complete understanding and acceptance of the above that your reading will take place – thank you!

#tarot reading #tarot #tarotblr #tarotcommunity #tarot cards #tarot witch #divination #witchcraft #witchblr

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kiloskywalker · 2 years ago

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Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday!

Thank you so much to my bestie/future possible podcast host (lol) @chaotictarlos. I now give to you a few more than seven sentences from my upcoming Tarlos Fighter Pilot AU, “Take My Breath Away” coming later this year. *** *** *** “You’re doing it again!” Marjan said. “Dude, if you’re infatuated with him or something you should just go up and talk to him rather than stare like a crazy stalker.”

“We’re supposed to be competitors, Firefox,” Carlos replied. “Besides, he’d probably just ghost me.”

“Remember what Captain Ryder literally just said? You’re supposed to learn how to be teammates. Maybe you’ll learn something from each other if you’re both not trying to constantly one up the other. Besides, when we’re up there, I need to make sure that you have my back and that you’re not just thinking about ways to beat him,” Marjan countered.

Carlos was starting to get a little tired of people having good points in their conversation. Marjan was right, Carlos definitely needed to at least get to know TK, maybe definitely in a context that was wildly different from their previous encounters.

He took a big swig of his drink before standing up and walking toward the other pilot, rolling his eyes at Marjan’s “attaboy, go get him!” as she patted his back. He mentally prepared himself, trying to think of polite conversation topics, but his mind went blank when TK turned around and spotted him.

TK smirked as he saw Carlos walking toward him, he had to admire the other man’s confidence for sure.

“Lieutenant Carlos,” TK said cooly, “of all the gin joints in all the world.”

“Lieutenant Strand,” Carlos said, his voice flat. He looked at the other man up and down, admiring the way his Navy khaki uniform hugged him in all the right places. All of his rational thoughts flew out of his mind as he imagined undoing each button on his uniform while kissing him senseless. He forgot about his previous distaste for the other pilot, and was only consumed by how fucking gorgeous he was. Lieutenant TK Strand was undoubtedly a ten, and Carlos couldn’t get him out of his head. In more ways than one.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were in the Navy the last time we–” he said without thinking, not willing to even finish the sentence.

TK smirked again, and Carlos could feel himself getting weak at the knees at it. What was happening to him?

“You mean during our last encounter? Our little rendezvous in the bathroom? You didn’t ask, and to be frank, it seemed like you had other things on your mind at the time.”

“Yes, but we’re competitors,” Carlos said. “Competitors don’t–” He stopped himself again.

TK half-laughed. “What? Suck each other off in the bathroom of a beach bar? Yeah I think you’re right about that part. It would make watching sports a lot more fun.” *** *** *** I am still hard at work on this fic in between my busy work schedule and having some modicum of a social life. I’ve never published anything I’ve written before online so I’m excited and nervous for the rest of it to be finished. I’ll tag anyone reading this who wants to participate since I don’t want to pressure you if you aren’t willing to share/aren’t working on anything at the moment. Just know that I love to read other people’s fics as well (even if they’re WIPs) and I will gladly hype you up or lend my prompt gremlin services to you. Ask @chaotictarlos, my powers are great. Thanks for reading! See you in the skies!

#seven sentence sunday #911 ls fic #911 lone star #tarlos fic #tk strand #carlos reyes #kilo writes #just give me top gun but gay and with tarlos

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slutnali · 1 year ago

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From my understanding the people on twitter were more upset with her response to biblegirl, who tweeted something along the lines of “the sooner we accept that most adults do cocaine the better” (not the exact wording, she deleted it now cause the response was overwhelmingly negative, but the sentiment was normalizing cocaine use bc it’s prevelant) and Denali responded “tea”. To me that’s a lot more 🤔what do u mean by that🤔 than anything she said on the podcast.

This is long so I'm adding a read more out of curtesy and also because we are talking about drugs [not very descriptive but still]

I remember seeing that earlier while I was out but don't remember it word for word, wish I did tho

But from what I remember, I thought there was some truth to it. Many people do it, it's not just rampant in the lgbt+ community but everywhere else. Does it make it okay? Absolutely not but from what I took from it is that there's just so much shaming for it and I think harm reduction should be discussed. That's not to say that you should glorify it and I don't think they are, however its such a delicate & complicated topic that people are quick to jump at each others throats defending their stance, etc.. With Nali replying 'teaaa' I think also it has to do with the fandom's reaction to it as well.. like, it always gets weird?

I remember when s13 had been announced and people did their digging and found out about her mugshot etc.. the fandoms reaction gave me an ick because people were very much 'omg how scandalous teeheee 🤭" gossiping and theorizing it... and then again when she'd made a joke about her mugshot on the GITMS segment and then people were actually thirsting over it on twt.. like it was weird imo.. and yeah, she was open about it and to some extent you could argue "she made it our business" but I think this'll probably be the last time she does share about it and I don't think she owes us any more stuff about it if she doesn't want to. That's just me though.

Could the tweet have been worded better? Yeah, but again, the tweet from Biblegirl was deleted and I can't really go in depth. But tbh I don't want to go further into depth or back and forth after this ask and another i have, because this blog is mainly for reading [and occasionally writing] drag race fic and thirsting over my faves.

There def is a discussion to be had when it comes to people who have used it and people entirely against it, and there's many points to be shared on both sides. I've seen some of it while I was scrolling twt a while ago bc I follow a bunch of dr girls [obvs] and local queens.

As for Denali, if you no longer want to support her that's fine and your right. If you need/want to separate yourself from that, do it and if you're a follower or mutual of mine that wants to unfollow me there's no hard feelings. If you do wanna keep following me you can black list 'denali foxx' and 'denali' so you wont see posts with her tag. I cant speak for everyone else who may not tag but I can for my blog because I always use them and tag accordingly.

Drug use and talk happens and it's not a cancelable offense, in my opinion at least. There are many many queens who openly talk about substance use but I rarely even see anyone bring it up: Willow and a bunch of s14 girls doing shrooms, Camden talking about how blackout she was while touring last year and not knowing how she got safe to her hotel room, Sasha C mimes sniffing coke or smoking on stage, all the open stoners, etc.. when it comes to this and other topics people are very pick and choose when it comes to their faves so idk..

but again, this is all my opinion and ramble and its okay if we have a difference.

#answered

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allwaswell16 · 1 year ago

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All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in December 2023. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #57 | ko-fi | fic recs

— Louis/Harry —

⊹ Heart Beat by @allwaswell16

(E, 33k, kid fic) When Harry returns to start a music academy in his hometown, he finds himself face to face with his high school crush—and his charming daughter who wants to learn to play the drums.

⊹ Snow In Love by @lululawrence

(NR, 33k, fake relationship) An advent fic featuring childhood friends, fake dating turned actual dating, really horrible secret keeping, and a winter weather surprise.

⊹ You Ain’t Gotta Feel Fear Just Mingle by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(T, 32, coworkers) Harry has been at his dream job for less than three months, and he knows two things for sure; first, his project manager doesn't know what he's doing, and second, someone in the office is apparently pure evil, and no one will tell Harry who it is.

⊹ 'tis the damn season by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(E, 17k, girl direction) Harry returns to her small hometown over the holiday season and starts to think about the road not taken.

⊹ The Lonely Dance of My Despair (series) by The_Halcyonic_Lachesist / @chai-hat-tea

(G/T, 11k, Eroda) Louis lives a lonely life until he might find something that shows him that he might not be alone in his misery. Or did he?

⊹ Ride My Sleigh Tonight by @kingsofeverything

(E, 9k, sugar daddy) In exchange for free food and drinks at Liam’s office holiday party, Harry pretends to be his boyfriend. But this is not that story.

⊹ You smile all the time ('cause how can you not show it?) by thebreadvan / @thebreadvansstuff

(E, 9k, dentist/patient) Harry never liked dentists, until now.

⊹ don’t let the fire die by @nouies

(E, 8k, fantasy au) Harry makes a long trip to take back what is his.

⊹ I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm by @haloeverlasting

(NR, 7k, neighbors) Louis' heat is out, Harry's a terrible upstairs neighbor, and an empty Christmas tree is the perfect excuse to fall in love.

⊹ Unleashing Adoration by hazzahtomlinson / @itsnotreal

(E, 6k, songwriter Louis) Louis’ schedule has gotten a bit busy lately, so he trusts that Niall will find someone who can take care of his dog, Clifford, a few days a week.

⊹ I Want You to Linger by @insightfulinsomniac

(E, 6k, omegaverse) A friends-to-lovers fic in which oblivious alpha Louis courts his best friend, nests with the gifts he gets him, and is faced with the reality that sometimes telling someone you love them doesn’t go to plan (but turns out better in the end anyway).

⊹ Red by @disgruntledkittenface

(E, 4k, exes) Louis is wallowing after the breakup. He's never felt this kind of heartbreak before. All he wants to do is lie on his couch and listen to Taylor Swift alone.

⊹ Perfect, For Now by @parmahamlarrie

(T, 4k, omegaverse) Moving to a new city is always hard, being away from home, finding your new community - none of it is easy. Dealing with all of this while being touch deprived is even more difficult.

⊹ Oh Little Town of BATHlehem by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(G, 2k, Christmas shopping) Louis Tomlinson needs a small pink bathtub. He needs it.

— Rare Pairs —

⊹ Jump! by @reminiscingintherain

(M, 15k, Louis/Tommy Longhurst) “I absolutely know what this means, lad,” he replied, his voice gentle and supportive. “The way you’re reacting to being out there? That’s exactly why I chose you for the support slot.” He gave a reassuring squeeze. “You deserve this, okay?”

⊹ softer than satin by cinnamons / @sunbellylou

(E, 4k, Louis/Joel Miller) “Wanna go back to bed,” Louis whispered languidly, voice partly muffled by his boyfriend’s lips on his.

⊹ One by @allwaswell16

(E, 4k, Louis/Tommy Shelby) When omega Louis Tomlinson becomes pregnant after an unexpected encounter, he decides his only option is to flee his pack. But Tommy Shelby, pack alpha of the Peaky Blinders, might not be willing to let him go so easily.

⊹ Daydream by @allwaswell16

(T, 2k, Zayn/Louis) Every Thursday, Louis nods hello to her fellow regulars at Horan’s Cafe, one of whom is the woman of her dreams.

⊹ Baking Memories by @haztobegood

(T, 2k, Louis/Jack Cochrane) After a long day of songwriting, Jack convinces Louis to bake mince pies together.

⊹ Chaos by @haztobegood

(M, 100 words, Louis/OMC [bodyguard]) Against the barricade, it’s complete chaos.

#28th appreciation #1dficvillage #trackinghappily #trackinghome #hltracks #ficsfor4am

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rongasm · 2 years ago

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Okay so I’ve been reflecting on the movie and I made a list of all the things that make me happy. You’ve talked about most of them but I feel the need to acknowledge them all again and again:

1. During the movie it’s clear that Lydia treats the breakup like it’s still very emotionally fresh without any signs of her trying to be with anyone else or really get over it. I think that suggests that at the VERY least Stydia we’re together for like…8-10 years. I’m so here for this bc remember when Teen Wolf ended and people were saying they still weren’t technically together, even during 6B?? Or when people said they would probably break up in college and that they wouldn’t last, like NOPE. They stayed together for all that time which (bonus points) means that they had PLENTY of time to live out every domesticity fic we’ve read or imagined and more

2. The language of Lydia leaving Stiles and the duration of their relationship also hint that at the very least they were probably living together, if not engaged or married.

3. At this point I’m just restating the same things but for SEVERAL YEARS they were fully happy together, they never stopped loving each other or got tired of their relationship in that time! I think that gives them the longest running relationship among the teens in the teen wolf canon (that is, if you count the movie as canon)

4. The ONLY thing holding them back from spending the rest of their lives together is a premonition that caused Lydia to break up with him. Without that premonition, they’d be together forever without reservation. I know these are things we would assume as Stydia shippers but other people in the Teen wolf fandom have fought this claim for YEARS and assumed they would break up right after the show.

5. The movie basically set up the resolution to Lydia’s emotional arc as going back to Stiles. Even if we don’t see it for the sake of storytelling it’s reasonable to assume that happens (because if not, what the heck is gonna happen? After that long together they’re just gonna move on?!) Stydia could never. Even some of the reviews and podcasts I’ve listened to about the movie indicated that a reunion between them is extremely probable, and when Jeff Davis was asked if that was possible, he responded “absolutely!” (I really think that man wants to save stuff like that for a sequel and try to get Dylan to be in it which I simply do not see happening)

6. Lydia, the queen of trying to use sex and other men to avoid emotional vulnerability or to regain a sense of control, is not dating someone to try to get over Stiles. She’s not trying to start a relationship with someone to shallowly replace him. The growth🥰

7. In no world is Stiles Stilinski gonna chose safety over being with Lydia Martin. The second that he finds out her reason for leaving (and there’s no way he goes the rest of his life not knowing that is simply too tragic and as much as they put Stiles through they’ve always been set on giving him a happy ending) that man will do whatever it takes to convince Lydia that he chooses her or to figure it out together.

My apologies most of these points actually just say the same things I just needed you as my outlet. Have a wonderful weekend

Posting this lovely list so that other people can enjoy it!

#answered #tw ask

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sadroundface · 1 year ago

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turning "bitter mutual cheating" drabble into a longer fic. tw wags serious mentions of infidelity blah blah

Mason sinks into the luxurious seat of Frank’s car and pulls his hood up even though it’s pretty late and the photographers should be gone by now. Frank starts the car. Sometimes the last thing he’s been listening to plays automatically and that happens tonight–that podcast about Ancient Rome. Frank is always listening to this, and Mason always prays he doesn’t make him listen too. Luckily, Frank pauses the podcast and Mason leans against his shoulder as the Mercedes hums.

He feels funny, and he’d like to kiss the gaffer till the feeling stops. So he links his right hand through Frank’s left instead.

“What are you thinking, love?” Frank’s voice is so determined to be calm.

“Could I be honest with you?”

“Uh, of course, Mase. Couples can be honest with each other.”

Mason can’t believe Frank had the balls to say that. “What? For real? You just lied to Christine.”

Frank winces like he’s been hit. His right hand tightens around the steering wheel and his face flushes. “Just say what’s on your mind.”

“You’re kinda crazy.”

“No, I’m not. I’m perfectly normal. Listen, Mase, if I was crazy, don’t you think the Chelsea doctors would have figured it out?”

“I don’t mean that kind, I mean that…you’re just okay with going right to the apartment with me after that whole conversation? Like you’re that cool with cheating on her? Cause it sounds like she knows you’re doing something.”

“Well, it sounds like she’s doing something too.” Frank’s voice has something sharp to it, like he really doesn’t want to talk about this at all but is making himself for Mason’s sake. Well, that’s nice of him. “So it is what it is.”

Mason frowns. “You don’t care? That’s not fucked up to you?”

“Mason, I don’t think you can understand. My marriage is what it is, and that’s my business. But if I could…” They’re stopped at a red light and Frank takes the opportunity to take Mason by the chin with his strong, thick fingers. “If I could, Mase. It would be just you and me, and I mean it with all my heart.”

“How?”

Frank squeezes his hand. “It doesn’t matter how.”

“You’d think of something with your 150 IQ?”

“Yes, exactly. Could think of no better use for it.”

Frank spends the rest of the car ride telling Mason his fantasies about them living together. Sleeping naked every night and kissing each other awake. Discussing games together and watching football with a beer or two on days off. Waking up earlier than normal for training so they have time to fuck and shower and learn how to wash each other’s hair. We’d always be together, Mase. No need to leave each other’s sides.

If you left the ex-wife and kids out of it, it did sound pretty nice.

Frank gets a text while in the lift on the way up to his apartment, and Mason catches a glimpse of it. It’s a picture of Christine in a blue dress sitting in a restaurant with a younger guy who’s got blonde curls and a smirky smile. Frank closes it before Mason can see what she’s written.

#hahaha my frank/mason fics are so wretched #it's so much fun writing about something where both people involved are Unreliable

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luaspersona · 2 years ago

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this fic was one of the best surprises i've had on this site and i can't possibly stress enough how in love with it i am.

this review comes in the fifth (maybe seventh?) time i'm reading this and i can't get enough 😭 this is so good, so charming, so fucking perfect that i need to point a bunch of this out, so bear with me 🫡

the story starts with the best use of synesthesia i've read in years. the way the reader describes yoongi's voice, and how it becomes a vessel for the attraction she feels despite the fact she's never seen him before.

the idea of rawness in his voice, of yoongi expressing himself through his cadence, his tone, his breathing… god, that's so enticing 😩 i mean, look at this paragraph 🚨

But regardless of being cut short, the metallic nature of his voice still managed to worm its way directly into your chest, where it festered into something so captivating that you couldn’t help but sigh. It was cool to the touch as the syllables of his chosen words sent an intrusion of goosebumps along your arms and thighs. It had a certain gravel, a deepness that you could sometimes feel in the pit of your belly if you listened to him long enough with your eyes closed. However, more times than not, the grit would be severed with a vibrant laugh that rang so sweetly that you could feel it clamoring around your heart with giddiness on its heels.

again: so 👏🏽 fucking 👏🏽 synesthesic 👏🏽

the wording, the sentencing, everything just adds up to the sensations yoongi's voice provoke — and god, if we don't know the effect his voice has 😮‍💨

but i think that the most charming aspect of the fic has to be the dialogues. they're so ridiculously smooth, so natural! and they flash out the character with such easy, it almost seems like an actual conversation transcribed. like, hobi and yoongi bickering during the podcast, their light teasing and easy back and forth: it's all so palpable and i was smiling all throughout that part (i was mostly crying in the ones after, but we'll get there), like:

“Well I am fratty, but not the douche kind.” “Debatable, but admittedly sometimes I do forget that you’re part of Delta Delta Dickhead.” “Fuck you.” “That’s next week’s topic, sorry for the wait.”

and the whole KJ Apa tangent too omg.

and ugh, hobi's so fucking unserious, i couldn't DEAL with him, i was wheezing 😭:

“You cried for hours over that fucking sports anime, Ace of some shit. I had to buy you like three pizzas just to calm your ass down – which you never Venmo'd me back for… just sayin'.”

but also:

“Oh my god, wow I'm getting so hard just thinkin about those flexible paper rectangles. Mhm, oh yeah.”

or even:

“—College sex life! That’s right, my friends, we’re gonna get all down in that bow chicka wow wow nitty gritty—”

gdi, why can't mixtape be a real thing 😠 not to mention this story had such strong early 2000's romcom vibes (without all the problematic and misogynistic shit ofc).

(quick sidenote before continuing: i first thought i misread yoongi's pseudo in the show, but when the café scene happened omg lmao is was so gooood 😩)

i also want to talk about the tone of the story, because the control you have over the atmosphere and the overall feel of the scenes is p-e-r-f-e-c-t 😭 i was drawn into their interactions and their banter so easily, because it's so damn captivating: everything feels tangible.

and god!! your yoongi 🗣

soooooooo hot, so sexy ugh, the ✨things✨ he says to reader while always making sure of her consent and being mindful of her comfort — as if my standard for men can afford to get bigger??

and 👏🏽 when 👏🏽 they 👏🏽 meet

god, this pairing was written with such nice and natural chemistry. i loved their dialogues and how smoothly their interaction turns flirty, and even if they get super into each other after a couple of days together, it doesn't feel rushed at all because you make us feel their chemistry right off the bat! god, i wish i knew more adjectives to praise you like you deserve 😠

and like, even the way yoongi makes the proposition! how they lock eyes and the stare turns into mutual understanding and then to tension. not to mention the way he asks to eat her out in the most respectful way, like??

but it's the constant reassuring that gets me tho, like:

“Not at all,” He replied, confidence dripping past his lips. “Just you, honestly. You’re someone that looks like they need help focusing, who happens to have an unopened pack of flashcards that they seemed to have purchased for a certain reason. But please tell me if I’m wrong or if you’re just not interested. If that’s the case, then I’ll be happy to help you study in whatever… mundane way that you want. I’ll even spot you a coffee.”

and even after her initial consent, he never assumes she's comfortable: he asks for her confirmation, and even waits for her to relax before touching her like🚨🚨🚨 (the sirens are me screaming).

and as if all that wasn't enough there's the teasing too😭 yoongi's so fucking hot here, like—

Your brows furrowed in confusion, but admittedly it piqued your interest. “Practice round? Don’t exactly think you’re brave enough to lay me out on this table and just go for it in the middle of the library.” “Wanna see if that’s true?” He asked, a certain fire flaring across his eyes. It sent a swirl of arousal through your lower stomach, but you quickly pulled it back in.

YES I WANNA

ahem

*clears throat*

and the fact that he knows how fucking sexy he is, god, his cockiness was so gooood:

“Ah, glad my intellect hasn’t been overshadowed by the things you’re picturing my mouth and hands doing to you right now.” You bit at your lip to try and stifle the grin that threatened to split across your face, and Yoongi seemed highly amused with your failed attempt.

but he can be so cute and sweet too:

“But c’mon, time for you to learn what’s in that pretty head of yours.”

and the same goes for reader! she's so relatable, suffering that pied piper syndrome not being able to study because of min yoongi 😔 oh bestie i feel you. but she's also super funny and sexy 😩

“How about how fast you can make me cum?”

it made me scREAM, like, when she actually started to feel herself and got comfortable with the situation i was gone

and 👏🏽 the 👏🏽 smut

the teasing, the edging, the begging — but also the learning! and the studying! that's what this was all about folks 🥹 no but, for real, i really liked every single aspect of this story, from the tone, to the wording, to the humor, to the teasing, the dialogues and the smut. the pairing was unbelievably sweet and i was so into them.

thank you for taking your time writing this, author! it made me so happy and your words brought me peace at some weird, difficult times, so i really appreciate it 🥺💐

mixtape (m)

pairing: min yoongi x reader

genre: smut, fluff, comedy / college, podcast personality au

word count: 15,610

description: Two mystery students from your college run the podcast dubbed ‘mixtape.’ It’s become a sort of phenomenon around campus, listened to by almost everyone. In their most recent episode they discussed various study methods… One of them being oh so tempting.

“This week’s topic is—” Sugar started, of course only to be swiftly interrupted by the second half of the two-man show podcast that had sort of gone viral around your college campus.

“—Studying! So sexy, right?” Jay interjected mid-sentence, something that anyone who listened to their weekly episodes would quickly learn is a norm.

However, there were times of course where Sugar was allowed the courtesy of going off on long tangents without his friend’s interruption, and in those moments his voice was hypnotic, if you had to put it simply. It tugged you beneath the current of concentration until you were pressing the volume button on your phone to raise his vocals higher. The small hitch of his breath, or exhale against the mic when he would sigh due to the topic at hand, they made you lean in closer to the invisible man on the other side of the pre-recorded audio that filtered through your headphones.

Keep reading

#myg:fic #myg:smut #myg:crack #myg:fluff #myg:college #myg:s2l #myg:oneshot #myg:explicit #luareads

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