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[donotnomi]

The perks I never thought about as a reader… If you’re writing, at least in my limited (and new) experience, it’s impossible to stay updated with all your readings! Impossible. I’ve got like 10+ fic update emails flagged as "to read" and they just keep piling up. Sigh.

Right now, I’m so deep into two long fics (Masters of the Air's "Stripper, Occasionally Hooker" and Slow Horses's "Paris Rules") that I’m barely reading anything new and I know I’m missing out on some amazing stuff. 😭

BUT I did manage to sneak in the first chapters of the fics mentioned by @middlingmay (alongside Stripper, Occasionally Hooker—I really hope it doesn’t disappoint 😬), and they’re sooo good. 👌✨ Definitely worth checking out. I’ve marked that WIP for later too.

In the future, when I’m back in reader mode, I’ll try to put together a list of fics that totally grabbed me, because there’s so much good stuff out there and posts like this are gold for finding it.

For now, I’m just reblogging and hoping to catch up later! 📚💖

I have so much reading to catch up on this weekend and I can't wait.

@edbloves latest chapter of All My Hope Unbroken and the adorable Gracie Egan.

@donotnomi Stripper, Occasionally Hooker which has an awesome premise.

@swifty-fox chapter 4 of Love Song from a Dog 🐕

And @morriganravenclaw 's WIP they are graciously letting me have a wee sneaky peek of. ❤

I know there are more, and I will find you.

[c-goldthorn]

Last Line Tag

thanks @blixabargelds @alienoresimagines @wayrad @meyerlansky @donotnomi @majorbuckyegan for the various last line/wip tags in the last week or so. haven’t been writing much fic lately but finally making a dent in my whumptober wota fic

“Think you’re lyin’ Buck,” John replies, voice still soft. Gale’s not sure how to reply, mind processing Bucky’s words so slowly, and then someone drops a tray on the other side of the room and the sound reverberates through the hall, loud and brash. Everyone at the table jumps at the noise, but Gale hardly opens his eyes. All he can pay attention to is the heat of John’s hand sliding down his back, warm against the tight, pained muscles on either side of his spine.

np tagging @johnslittlespoon @nicijones @swifty-fox @whirlpool-blogs @middlingmay

[anavilante]

@doriennnnn

I’m absolutely terrible at saving and cataloging fics I like, so I’ll name three that I remember by heart and a couple I managed to save across various sources.

Blue by Kalenderen (@urbanspires on Tumblr). This fic and everything around it stir up so many emotions in me, which is why it will always hold the number one spot. It’s a love-hate story between actors Callum and Austin, filled with jealousy, love, anger, pain, and the constant need to pretend to be something you’re not just to get somewhere in this cruel world. It feels like someone pulled this fic straight from my own mind—I feel it with my own nerves, my soul. I don’t even know how to describe it.

But the fic’s journey hasn’t been easy. The morality police went after the guy writing it with idiotic accusations that Callum and Austin are real people and that he shouldn’t be writing about them (as if John Egan and Gale Cleven are not real people, right?!). The author initially tried changing the names (which was completely ridiculous, because Callum and Austin were still painfully obvious), then went along with the other demands of this so-called morality police, whose appetite only seemed to grow. Eventually, he just abandoned the fic altogether. There was a brief moment when it seemed like his inspiration had returned, but these disgusting vultures managed to push him to delete the story completely from AO3 and Tumblr. I feel like crying that I didn’t save at least part of what he’d written.

God, this is one of those moments when I don’t want anything to do with this fandom.

2. bite tongue, deep breaths, by uzimaki, 14K words. https://archiveofourown.org/works/55328026?view_full_work=true Omegaverse Dune fic. The author has an absolutely incredible imagination and a talent for seeing things from a different perspective. Even the names are a treat—meet AUSTIN ATREIDES and CALLUM CORRINO! Callum is the prince of Corrino, and Austin is Bene Gesserit. You have to read it—it’s fantastic!

Oh, and Austin has a vagina in this fic (beware, vagina-haters!), which is pretty much my go-to for Omegaverse where omegas can give birth naturally.

3. Such stuff as dreams are made on, by WonderGinia (@amiserableseriesofevents on Tumblr), 103K words. https://archiveofourown.org/works/55636504/chapters/141217963 An intriguing theater universe, intense slow burn. Even though I’m not a theater fan, never have been, and probably never will be, Gale in this story is incredibly compelling with his combination of psychological trauma and insecurities—he’s sensitive, vulnerable, and desperately in need of love. He’s a character I genuinely enjoy.

Normally, I’m not a fan of long fics that update once a week, because with real life happening, I tend to forget what came before, and unfinished stories start blending into an indistinguishable mess. But somehow, the stars aligned back then—I wasn’t reading many other fics, and this universe was unique enough that I remembered it well. Plus, my long comments and many questions to the author stood out to me as memorable. I rarely do that since authors usually reply briefly, clearly not interested in much discussion. But WonderGinia answered eagerly, making it engaging. Part of the story was in the written text, and the other part was what came out in the comments.

A March in April by defnotanarc

Another First (Work) by JoeyAlohaDream

below deck (Work) by consors

Darling, Make It Go Away (Work) by RambleOnWaywardSon

How to survive being the new hot teacher (By Gale Cleven) (Work) by PinkSiames

Love at second sight (Work) by WonderGinia

The Boy Next Door (Work) by JoeyAlohaDream

Do They Collide? (I Ask and You Smile) by MaShEd_P0tat_0s

feel you on my fingertips by joeyjello

My King’s Crown is made of Flowers by DonotNomi

maybe i'm amazed by teukchul

this august i began to dream of drowning (in you) by simplykayley

Lonely Traveler by RambleOnWaywardSon

'Til Death Do Us Part by RambleOnWaywardSon

Blue Days by QueenKaterina

dive for dreams by Avonne

Wait, WHAT ? by Amethyste_Blanche

And I also recommend this—check it out, you won’t regret it, even though it’s not a fic: Our Baby by V13ENYA

[swifty-fox]

last line tag

ive been tagged by SOOO many people over the weekend so thank you to everyone who did @whirlpool-blogs, @donotnomi, @weimarweekly, @rambleonwaywardson and I'm sorry if I've missed anyone else!

i'll give you two, first up Love Song From A Dog:

Anna’s got hair darker than his own and John wonders if maybe that was the problem. Paulina had been blonde haired and blue eyed, taller than the girls he grew up with, with a wildness to her. She may have only married a pilot but she had a little bit of it in her too, locked behind unfortatne circumstance of birthplace and gender. Perhaps it had been her John had thought of in that ninth circle apartment, turned to Gale by madness and desperation. 

They’re gone long before he remembers his manners. He can tell he’s irritated his mother, there’s a faint twist to her mouth and John wonders if he’s about to be scolded like she used to. But again he’s given the free pass of the war and it takes him until they’re out to the truck to realize the feeling dancing between his temples is anger. 

Even in the car his mother doesn’t mention it, though for a brief moment John is sure she’s about to.

The Butchers is manageable. It smells of blood and meat and John tries breathing through his mouth until he tastes copper on his tongue and feels the nausea hit quick and violent. Excusing himself for a cigarette, he turns round the alley and neatly loses his lunch. Uses the cigarette to wash the taste away and crosses his arms over his chest in a show of casualty that served to hide the way his hands continue to shake. 

His mother tsks at him when she comes out, hands him the paper-wrapped cuts of meat and he tries to hide his flinch as he feels the meaty squish of them between his fingers. They sit on ice in the car between his mothers feet, melting just enough that the blood stains the ice pink.

and then we sleep now with the light on, which is a oneshot follow up to understanding in a plane crash <3

Another noise, like Benny has switched ears, or maybe pressed the phone to his chest to check he was alone. Johnny hears the rapid exhale of words, nothing identifiable or even english and then Benny’s voice is back directly in his ear. 

“Bitter,” Benny says slowly, like he’s choosing his words carefully, “Salty and warm. I could feel your heartbeat, feel your thigh shaking against my ear.”

Johnny’s worrying the skin of his neck between pointer finger and thumb, a sharp bruising pain that reminds him of Benny’s teeth.

“It feels a bit like a finger, but more the size of three or four.” 

His fingers, calloused from frostbite and piano keys dimple the center of his lip, slink past just enough to feel the wetness of his tongue.

tagging @reallylilyreally @euph0riacc @middlingmay @avonne-writes @johnslittlespoon

[morriganravenclaw]

5 boring facts about me .

Thank you for the tags @onyxsboxes , @brotherwtf , @avonne-writes , @rangerelizabeth ♥️

1. I'm a Sagittarius

2. I'm a total bookworm

3. I like working out/ doing martial arts

4. I love to cook

5. Christmas is my favorite holiday

Tagging @c-goldthorn , @simplykayley , @donotnomi , @nicijones . ( if you guys want to , no pressure )

[donotnomi]

Last line tag

Thank you, @onyxsboxes, for the tag. 😊 I was tagged weeks ago during my disappearance, but I’ll make up for it with interest!

Because... I’m knee-deep into writing a very, very long MOTA fic. Code name: MOTA Lapdancer AU! 🤭

Here’s the last part of the first of an undisclosed, undecided, but definitely high number of chapters.

It was, in order, repulsive, shocking, and unmistakably wrong in so many ways. Yet, Gale couldn’t stop staring. No one noticed; everyone was fixated on him. Irving’s blue skies raced toward their finale, the lights deepening into a richer blue. As the last notes approached, Bucky stood up and removed the final piece of clothing, his back to the audience. He turned at the song’s conclusion. The lights went out as the music ended. Gale closed his eyes. On his retina burned the fleeting image of Bucky, his pale skin glowing blue, dressed only in his charisma. A few seconds later, a thunderous applause erupted, and Gale was able to breathe again.

Tagging, if you want, @middlingmay @swifty-fox @whirlpool-blogs @luckydeuce

[donotnomi]

WIP Wednesday Monday

Guess who's the genius who decided to make Wednesday her publishing day—on the same day as WIP Wednesday? Yep, that’s me.

So, I'm jumping the gun a little here. Thanks @london-cowboy for tagging me—I really needed an excuse to share a sneak peek from not one but two WIPs!

For all MOTA readers, here's a little snippet from Chapter 2 of  Stripper, Occasionally Hooker aka the MOTA Lap Dancer AU. Still in the middle of revisions, so keep that in mind!

“Six whiskeys and a ginger beer, miss,” Fukunaga called out, clearly excited. Bucky turned sharply toward Gale, draping an arm around Fukunaga's shoulders as he eyed the glass in front of Gale. “Someone here doesn’t drink on the job.” Gale couldn’t resist correcting him. “Someone here never drinks.” Bucky took it in stride, slipping two fingers into the pocket of the delegate on his left, pulling out a golden cigarette case without even looking. Gale was speechless. Bucky flipped the case open with a snap, took out a cigarette, and only then turned to the Japanese man for a nod of assent. The man, his face flushed, offered him the entire cigarette case, likely made of gold. Bucky placed it back in his pocket after taking out a second cigarette. He put one between his lips, and at that moment, five lighters flicked open. The entire Japanese delegation paused for a second in a Western-style standoff. Then, four lighters retreated. The head of the delegation leaned in. Without leaving Fukunaga’s lap, Bucky craned his long neck toward him, locking eyes as he brought the cigarette to the flame. Half the room was watching. Bucky leaned back, resting completely against Fukunaga’s chest, letting his head fall onto one shoulder as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. Gale observed his broad, powerful neck stretch impossibly, much like it likely did in other acts. He felt the need to look away, aware that Bucky’s robe was beginning to slip off the sides of his body.

For Slow Horses readers, yes, Paris Rules will be back soon, next Sunday I hope, with a massive new chapter. Again, it's a draft.

He needs to vanish from anyone who might review the footage later, in case someone starts tracking him. That’s why he’s already got a second hat stashed in his pocket—a different color, a different style. As he exits the station, of all things, it’s Spider��s voice that guides him. Spider, lying lifeless in one of the city morgues, his body no less cold than the metal cell he now occupies. Not now, River mutters to himself. “Style and taste, Cartwright, don’t depend on money but on intelligence. You, for example, couldn’t dress to save your life even with the royal family’s budget, whereas I, with 25 pounds and a Salvation Army store, could easily pass for one of them.” River hoped the store was still there, the one they ducked into to see who would win that bizarre bet. Just a few weeks before Stansted, River had willingly accepted Spider’s challenge, fully aware of his own weakness in that area. Their relationship had felt strained, both knowing how strong River was in the skills that mattered for their work, their internal competition. River had deliberately exposed his vulnerable side, choosing to take a hit to the gut rather than extend a hand and embarrass them both with the implicit, mutual acknowledgment of the imbalance between them.

Just realizing it's the first ever relevant appearance of Spider in one of my fics. Crazy! Tagging @middlingmay @c-goldthorn @whirlpool-blogs @soliloquy-dawn @angelfruittree @joeyalohadream

[middlingmay]

Last Lines Tag

Thanks @majorbuckyegan @amiserableseriesofevents and @soliloquy-dawn for the tag!

From Chapter 6 of That Ol' Devil Called Love:

Down into the hollow of Bucky's throat, Gale vowed. "I won't do anything I don't want to do. Not even for you, John Egan. And I want to make my own damn way."

Tagging @avonne-writes @ranger-elizabeth and @donotnomi if you want to play along :)

[donotnomi]

Third and final chapter is up! The title "Out of the Closet" turns out to be more literal than you'd think. 😏

Also, meet Gale’s future co-pilot, De Marco, and dive into his POV! Expect a shed full of secrets, and yes, a love confession that made my heart swoon.

Buck was impenetrable, distant, almost cold, but his affection for Bucky was glaringly obvious. At least it was to Demarco, who was constantly teased when he responded to the other’s jabs about Major Egan’s obsession with Major Cleven by pointing out how mutual it was. Buck wasn’t an open book, but his affection for Bucky, in Benny’s eyes, was the cover image.

Thanks again to @sleepy-hyperfixations for letting me turn their delightful incorrect quote for letting me turn their delightful incorrect quote into an excuse for checks 7k words of Gale pining! It’s a lot of words for a lot of pining, but I can't resist my headcanon of Gale being so infatuated with John and so terrified of being understood by him that he can barely breathe.

I’ve got sooo many ideas for new Clegan fics swirling around in my head. I just need to find the time to sit down and write them out before they escape!

[middlingmay]

Nine people I want to get to know better

Thanks @anachilles and @avonne-writes for the tag! :)

LAST SONG? - Creep. The version by Hayley Reinhart and Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox.

FAVORITE COLOR? - Right now, summer flowers. Yellows, oranges, bright pinks. All of it.

CURRENTLY WATCHING? - A wide variety of true crime docs.

LAST MOVIE? - Rewatched Penelope last night :)

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY? - Savoury! You have not lived until you'd had a triple carb sandwich with salt and butter. Just saying.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS? - Chronically common lawed. 14 years.

CURRENT OBSESSIONS? - MOTA, obviously. Medical history, always. My floofers.

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED? - Engine oil. It's been a fucking day.

I think a few people have been tagged already, but tagging @crowthis @brotherwtf @caustinen @amiserableseriesofevents @soliloquy-dawn @donotnomi @defnotanarc @hogans-heroes @joeyalohadream . I think that's nine...

[middlingmay]

Without naming them, post 10 gifs of your favorite TV shows, then tag 10 people.

Thanks for the tag @crowthis!

I don't know if I know 10 people who haven't already been tagged. No pressure to play along! But I'll tag: @trashbag-baby666 @avonne-writes @pirateaangel @johncleven @donotnomi @defnotanarc @alienoresimagines @clevenhq @pinksiames @thebuckys

One of them snuck in there because I couldn't find a gif for the One of Us miniseries...

[donotnomi]

https://www.tumblr.com/c-goldthorn/757229488180543488/someone-commented-for-recs-so-off-the-top-of-my was this the post u just mentioned?

Yes, YES IT WAS! Thank you, anon! 😍

Finally, I can properly credit the inspiration behind Some Ideas You Just Have to Sleep On—a fic in theory centered on somnophilia.

It was this amazing collection of MOTA fics compiled by @c-goldthorn around the same topic. I read all of them, and they’re so good. A+ work in finding those, really.

So it’s clear that:

My main source of inspiration is funny posts on Tumblr.

I am utterly unable to find a post I deemed really important to save my life. 😅

[middlingmay]

Find the Word

Thanks @avonne-writes for the tag! This is another new one for me :)

Rules: Share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word)

My Words: hug, hair, smirk, believe

Your Words: god, mine, night, doll

Hug

From my Runaway!Gale AU

When they go, Gale hugs John. He can't remember the last time anyone hugged him, let alone when he initiated it, but John is the kindest person he’s ever met. And he tells him so.

Hair

From a fic request I received for Gale realising his feelings at the Stalag

So when a hand grabbed Gale’s bicep so hard it pinched the skin and he knew there’s be bruises like fingerpaints there tomorrow, he didn’t fight it. He let John drag him further down the gaps between the huts and shove him against the cold and damp wood. He let John grab his neck and the back of his hair, and he didn’t say anything even as the man faltered when he got a look of Gale’s face. What did he see? Defeat? Desperation? The grief that in a few short moments, Buck and Bucky, the most important, defining, greatest relationship of his life would be over all because he let his control slip just once-

Smirk

From my Gale flirting fails fic

Later, as they languished on the living room floor with the throw from the couch tossed over them to ward of the evening chill, John turned to him and said, delighted, “You could just ask me to fuck you, you know. Ever thought of that?” And Gale smirked and nipped at the finger tracing his cheek. “Don't count on it.”

Believe

From my Marge is Gale's beard HCs

Buck blushed as he said it. He sounded like a stupid teenager. But John just stuttered to a stop and gawped at him. Gale watched his mouth flap, trying and failing to utter a sound, like it too couldn’t believe John Egan had finally been rendered silent.

Not sure who's already been tagged or who wants to play along, but I'll tag some people I've seen posting fics / HCs / snippets tat I've enjoyed recently: @pinksiames @brotherwtf and @donotnomi. No pressure!