#mari’s 6k celebration

[yangjeongin]

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#hello everyone we actually hit both 4k posts and 6k followers today merry christmas #just wanted to make a quick post and say thank u the fact that so many people like our content and put up with my unhinged text posts #means a lot to me <3 #i hope u all had a lovely christmas or sunday if u don't celebrate christmas #maybe i'll get sappier in the new year but thank u all for the support :(( #really thankful for the friends i've made here and that i still have so much fun running this blog after more than two years #i hada nice christmas personally. got new pajamas and a special pillowcase that is cooler than regular pillowcases #and will hopefully help me to not wake up w a runny nose most mornings asdfsdgdg #i took a nap today on it and it was comfy af #also got money which is always cool #and a treadmill from my dad for the whole family so ya girl is gonna start WALKING regularl #went over to my grandma's for dinner and got to play with her tiny gremlin dog #very fun #getting to 6k followers is a sweet lil extra christmas gift #kinda surreal honestly #that's literally half the crowd of any of the skz concerts in the usa wtf #there are a lot of u... #i will continue to make stuff 🫡 #and hopefully mary will come home soon mary i miss u #carly.txt

[girlboybug]

Haunted

“my wicked tongue, where will it be, i know if i’m onto you, you must be onto me.”

or the one where it’s halloween at saltburn and you and farleigh ditch the party downstairs to celebrate with a little weed in your bedroom.

what’s playing 🎧: haunted by beyoncé

pairing : farleigh start x fem!reader (afab bodied)

*UNEDITED*

word count : 6k

CONTENT WARNINGS : SMUT, virgin!reader, bi coded! reader, heavy petting, grinding and dry humping, oral f!receiving, mentions of fingering, mentions of blowjobs, little bit of tip sucking oops, handjobs, light hair pulling, boob worship, sub coded farleigh for two seconds, smidge of overstimulation

TRIGGER WARNINGS : both reader and farleigh are high when they engage in the sexual activity but it’s all consensual they’re both equally high, ummmmmmmm hints of slut shaming in the beginning by farleigh but it’s not fr fr bc his ass is mother slut let’s be honest

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY FROM ME TO YOU :3!

a/n : comments rlly motivate me so if you enjoyed this plz lmk down in the comments <3

venetia and felix are nowhere to be found amidst the neon mess of bodies that inhabit every orifice of what was once an almost eerily quiet and empty corridor just this morning. leaving you to be doomed to a fate of enduring a poorly put together semblance of…you think frankenstein, having a one sided conversation with you. “can i get you another drink?” he asks over the booming music and for the first time in the entire interaction you smile a genuinely smile, and nod with urgency. “god yes—please,” you respond eagerly, handing him back your cup. he takes it with an undeserving great sense of pride, and you exhale with relief once he disappears from your line of vision, hoping he loses you in the crowd.

“interesting costume choice,” a familiar, annoying, voice comments behind you. without even turning around yet, you find yourself rolling your eyes. you give him a once over and scoff. his fangs protrude from his smile, and you wish it looked cartoonish and stupid, but alas, he unfortunately looks good. really good. but over your dead body you’d ever admit that.

fake blood is dribbled from the corners of his mouth and two neat dots rest near his pulse on the side of his neck. a brow rises and crinkles your forehead, aiding in the faux judgment you cast upon him. “rich coming from the guy who’s wearing the most generic costume known to man.” you retort back, subconsciously withholding a level of snideness. you like the build of veiled insults you two toss back and forth, it’s never fun if you start off too strong. you enjoy the way you both ease into it. it’s a flow you’ve both unknowingly created for each other.

his head shifts to the side when he rolls his eyes and exhales under his breath, and your heart falters just a little lower within your ribcage when you see a bright red kiss stain on his jaw.

“it’s in reference to bram stoker’s dracula, a classic piece of literature, but you?” his eyes flicker over you, a little upward curve growing in the corner of his mouth. “i thought you’d be better than defaulting to a sexy version of marie antoinette.” he folds his arms over his chest, peering down at you, unbeknownst to the excitement that bubbles in the depths of his chest as he awaits whatever response you’re brewing in your head to bite back with.

heat plants itself like a seed in the pit of your stomach and extends its branches through your chest and across your cheeks at his observation. but a hefty cloud of pride quickly replaces it when his words ring through your head again.

he thinks i look sexy?

“i’m not a sexy marie antoinette. i’m just. Her.” you reply with a sense of smugness, seemingly stealing his, when a look of oh fuck flashes across his face. he’s quick to rid himself of it but you caught it, and you’ll be damned if you let go of the one time farleigh let himself waver in front of you.

“i meant slutty.” he replies cooly, uncaring, and you nod, a stupid grin on your face that he wishes he could wipe off. “you called me sexy.” your grin only grows and he’s already rolling

his eyes once more. “i know no one compliments you like you wish they would, so anything that remotely sounds like one is enough for you to latch onto, but i promise,” he steps forward and leans his neck downward towards you, not bothering to bend down to meet your height. “i meant slutty.”

a rush of something you don’t want to distinguish floods the shoreline of your lower stomach and trickles heat between your inner thighs at the way he speaks to you, but you hide it, barely allowing yourself to even acknowledge it. “the biggest slut i know calling someone else slutty, that’s funny,” you internally groan, knowing your reply wasn’t as witty as you’d intended.

before farleigh can verbally retaliate, your name is called out and you recognize who it belongs to, your dreaded frankenstein. you panic for a moment, dreading being back in conversation with him and you glance up at farleigh, hurriedly switching your bodies around, successfully shielding yourself with his stature.

he’s confused for a moment before realizing what you’re using him for. he laughs and you smack his back, hushing him. while you hide behind him you take the fleeting moments you have to outline his broad shoulders with your eyes, and how they trail into a slim little waist. his perfectly tailored suit hugs him just right, and it makes your throat get a little tight. you never took the time to notice farleigh’s physique, rather opting to semi-playfully belittle him. you find hints of regret in that.

he turns back around to face you and you snap back into the present, not the paused moment in which saltburn was empty and all that occupied it was you and farleigh and his broad back and small waist. “coast is clear.” he says, switching his weight onto one foot. “frankenstein? really?” he seems unimpressed, almost… irritated? you’re unsure.

you grumble and smooth down the invisible

wrinkles in your corset. “don’t start.” but he does anyway.

“didn’t know that was your type.”

“what?”

“somewhat stupid looking, bumbling.”

“what’s it matter to you?” you ask, wondering how far he’ll go with his dissertation on why the guy he has zero knowledge on is an idiot. “it doesn’t. it’s just getting a bit sad seeing that the only people who are interested in you are so…lacking.”

you suck on your teeth and nod, shrugging before you reply. “least i’m not fucking my teachers.” he heartily laughs, sticking his tongue in the bottom corner of his lip. “and yet, they all still trump your sorry excuses of flings.”

you open your mouth to correct him but you shut yourself up before you embarrass yourself. instead you just shake your head dismissively. you perk up when you remember a little secret pick me up you’ve been hiding. you reach into your cleavage, unaware of the way the sight stirs something inside of farleigh. you pull out the joint you tucked away for safe keeping, waving it with an offering smile. “wanna share?” you ask and he chuckles in shock at the proposition. “weed? you’re a pothead now?” you sigh annoyedly and glare up at him. “you wanna share or not? quick before i change my mind.” he smirks and nods, eyeing the joint then you. “i’ll oblige.”

he follows you to your room, holding your waist to wade through the pool of people, with you flush against him. you ignore the way his hands mold around your waist, his long fingers curled across your dress, and you especially ignore how you feel his rings through the thin material of your dress.

you don’t care.

you lean against the open window of your bedroom with the joint, not wanting to taint the air with the stench, knowing elspeth’s keen nose would immediately clock it the moment she walks into your room.

farleigh coughs a lot more than you would’ve expected him to and it makes you beam with a feeling of superiority. “you smoke like half a pack of cigarettes every day, how on earth is this making you cough so hard?” you snicker, handing him a water bottle you keep by your bed.

he glares at you, taking a hefty swig from your bottle, setting it down before extending his hand back out for the joint, determined to prove a point. “forgive me for not being used to smoking weed, unlike you, you addict,” he mutters through an exhale of smoke. you actually guffaw at his snippy little reply, for once in shock of something he has to say. “me? an addict? weed is probably the most harmless drug like—ever, whereas you, keep a keychain of literal cocaine on you almost at all times.”

he hates that he happens to have exactly what you just said on his person in this very moment. he tucks it away into his pocket and huffs. “i just do it socially, you’re probably up here all the time smoking alone like a loser by the window,” he has an infuriating self satisfied smirk when he speaks to you and you laugh sardonically, nodding along.

“well,” you say, taking in a hit, and letting it gently fan over his face when you exhale. “no one’s forcing you to engage in something apparently so below you,” you motion towards the door with a lazy jab of your head. “doors that way if you’re not enjoying yourself.”

he remains unfaltered in your cloud of smoke, letting it envelope him. he breathes it in, leaning against the windowsill. “do you want me to leave?”

“i always do.” you don’t miss a beat, a look that tells him you don’t really mean it is thinly covered with a fake smile, eliciting a chuckle through pursed lips from him. “i don’t believe you.” he murmurs when he inches back toward you, plucking the joint from your fingers. he takes another hit, it’s smoother, he’s more in control of it, and something flutters inside you seeing the way he closes his eyes as he exhales the smoke out the window.

“you’re insufferable,” you say hushedly, gently, and he chuckles quietly, handing you the joint. “and yet you keep me around anyway.”

“not by choice.”

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as the night rages on, the joint you both share dwindles down into a dull roach, and you crush the bud into your porcelain ashtray, tucking it away and beneath your nightstand.

your legs feel a little wobbly, your body has significantly loosened up and your center of gravity feels a bit off, but you feel good, and it seems farleigh feels the same. his eyes are low and hooded, they look a little red — it’s cute, kind of endearing too but you keep that to yourself like a bashful secret. his face and overall demeanor seems to be relaxed as well, a lot more loosened up than he was just an hour prior.

you smile at him, and there’s nothing hidden under the action, there’s no cover up for anything. you’re just happy to be with him in a moment like this. and he returns it to you, full sentiment and all, filling you with a sense of contentment. “feel nice?” you ask breathily, collapsing onto your bed. he joins you, plopping down beside you when he replies. “mmhm. i like it,” he says, and his voice sounds a bit rougher from the smoke, his words laying on the edge of a rasp.

you shuffle around to lay on your side, your palm supporting the weight of your head, settling into a comfortable position. he copies your actions, switching around on his side to properly face you. he looks beautiful with the way the moon creeps in through your parted window, the pale light complements the highlights in his curls and makes them look golden; he looks golden. but when your eyes fall on the red kiss on his jaw, everything turns back to copper.

“who gave you this?” you question him quietly, sadly. like it physically hurts you to ask him. your fingers hover just above the lipstick stain, unable to get yourself to touch it. in your induced state you’ve convinced yourself that if you were to ever touch farleigh’s face, it won’t be in the spot someone else tarnished with their own touch first.

“why?” he answers your question with another question and you huff under your breath, your filter too worn out from the weed to hide your frustration behind a poker face. “why can’t i ask?” you push a little further and he snickers lazily. “why do you wanna know?” he counters and you roll your heavy eyes, letting yourself fall onto your back once more.

he scoots closer to you, angling his neck to look downward at you, and he pouts with faux concern. “you jealous?” he asks, perking up and leaning towards you with a beaming smirk. you scoff, swallowing the lump in your throat as you turn to look away. the proximity of your faces is too much to bear, but not for him, his index and thumb guide you right back by your chin to face him. he keeps your gaze on him in place, his wide palm cupping your cheek. your skin tingles under the coldness from his rings.

“tell me which one it is,” he says through a hushed exhale, leaning on his elbow, his eyes still angled down at you, his lips in an unintentional pout. “are you jealous of me, because why wouldn’t you be,” he hums on an airy note, drawn out and easy. his gaze flickers down to your lips and back up to your eyes. “or of whoever left it?” your mouth goes even dryer than you thought it could, and you’re unsure of what to say, what to think, and between the lack of space between both of your lips and the questions he’s asking, you’re left frazzled. scrambling for something, anything to say.

you’re not sure how to reply, you’re shocked he even asked that to begin with, and now it’s your turn to visibly falter in front of him. he looks at you expectantly, and a little part of him feels he’s won some mini challenge in your ongoing battle to embarrass the other. but there’s a different type of smugness in his small victory, perhaps a confirmation on something he’d been wondering about for awhile.

“i’m not jealous of either of you,” your voice falls upon a faint breath and his brows push together, nodding patronizingly. “oh i’m sure.” he pushes a little harder on your buttons, waiting for when you finally do something about it.

“why would i be jealous of someone who gets with just anybody?” you add, sitting up on your elbows, unintentionally leaning in closer, engaging him in the push and pull. he follows your flow in motion, inching in closer, just a little, keeping the space between you both minimal. he laughs softly from the center of his belly, flicking a brow up. “versus what? someone who doesn’t get with anyone? sounds boring.” he adds, tilting his head, your noses brushing against each other’s. “boring is better than whatever you bring back home at night.” his chuckle falls across your lips at your response, and you find yourself parting your lips to breathe him in.

“are you admitting to having a non-existent sex life? i’d say i’m shocked but i’m not,” he replies, his voice at the end of a whisper, a hazy, knowing smile rising in the corner of his lips. you take in a deep breath, smoothing out the duvet beneath your palms as you reply without a second thought to what you’re confessing to. “i’d rather get none than contract every std ever by fucking everyone who roams the halls at oxford,”

farleigh laughs initially, taking your playful jab before he pauses and looks at you a bit more seriously. a little too serious for your liking. it makes you burn up and inwardly panic. did you say something wrong? go too far?

“but you’ve had sex before…right?” he asks to clarify, sitting up a little straighter now. the burning sensation in your cheeks only heightens now. “um,” you’re once again left wondering how to reply but your pause acts as his answer alone. he sits all the way up now and you groan when you begin to hear the gears in his head shifting.

he says your name like he’s awestruck and you grab a pillow, pretending to suffocate yourself with it. he tosses it off of you and pulls you up to look at him. “you’ve really never…done it?” he asks again, unbelieving to this revelation. normally he’d find this to be a pot of gold chock full of new material to use against you but right now he’s in too much disbelief to act on any of this.

“no,” you huff, avoiding his stare. “why not?” he asks, lowering his voice in a softer tone this time. “dunno,” you shrug. “no one really caught my eye enough for me to wanna do it, and then you know college rolled around and i was just too busy for it.”

he half scoffs half laughs but it all stems from shock. “it’s impossible to be too busy for sex,” he opposes and you laugh dryly. “yeah for you, but i actually care about my grades,” he shakes his head, shooing any topic of academics away. “yeah yeah whatever,” he waves you off, as if he’s clearing the air for his next round of questions. “you’ve at least kissed someone right—“ you’re shutting him up with a pillow thrown against his chest and he laughs, pushing it out of the way. ”of course i have farleigh, don’t be stupid,” you laugh, embarrassment still blooming in the depths of your chest.

“i had to check!” he says defensively and your embarrassment grows when you realize he really was genuinely asking, meaning it’s believable that no one’s ever kissed you.

god.

you bury your face in the pillow that acted as your weapon just seconds ago, unable to face him.

his laughter rings pleasantly in your ears, his hands prying you away from the pillow, wanting to see you. “have you done…anything at all?” he asks, like it’s sensitive information he’s pulling from you, he’s gentler when he questions you, easing you into the topic. you nod, biting on your thumbnail as you recollect your sparse experiences.

“tell me about them,” he says, leaning back on both elbows, still turned to face you. you rest on your stomach, your forearms supporting your weight, situating yourself to share your run ins with fleeting intimacy. “well, it was freshman year back at oxford, some guy i think his name was theo—“

“theo wright?”

“uh yeah i think so—“

“well there’s your first mistake.” he says matter of factly, his words dying down towards the end when he sees your irritated expression.

“can i finish please?” you glare and he laughs, nodding. “is what you probably asked him right?” you stifle the laugh that almost slips out, opting to narrow your eyes at him annoyedly instead. “shush.” you huff.

“anyways, i dunno i think it was at some dumb welcoming freshman’s party and we went upstairs and we kissed in some guy’s bed and he rubbed my inner thigh for like 5 minutes, completely under the impression he was touching my clit.” you can barely make it through the description of your time with theo without farleigh doubling over and laughing, nudging your arm with his head.

“oh my god that’s good,” he exhales at the end of his laughter, pretending to wipe a tear from the corners of his eyes. “you poor thing,” he sighs, patting your cheek. “and did you say anything? like…correct him maybe?” and you shake your head dejectedly. “no. i had to pretend to cum so he would stop.” you admit, the regret from that night pinging through you.

farleigh coos at you apologetically, “poor baby,” he hums, patting your cheek, his ringed pinky casting away an imaginary strand of hair, finding any excuse there is to be near you, to touch you. you melt under his touch, fighting the urge to lean into it. “that’s the closest thing you’ve had to a hook up?” he asks, fully focused on you, making you a bit nervous from all his attention being directed at you. there’s no audience to perform your shared act for, it’s just you and him, and you think you like this change of pace.

you shake your head, laying back against the headboard, resting your legs across farleigh’s, to which he welcomes without hesitation, throwing an arm over them casually.

“i had one more. it was with noa…” you trail off, a bit shyer expressing this particular experience. farleigh however is nowhere near shy, the word is nowhere near his vocabulary, instead his interest has been piqued and it’s visible in the way his ears just about perk. “wait, girl noa or boy noah—uh keaton or deacon?”

you’re silent for a moment, letting the muffled thrum of music fill the air before you speak again. “keaton.”

he laughs, shocked but impressed, his tongue poking the hollow curve of his cheek as he nods. “noa keaton, interesting...” he repeats back, mostly to himself, somewhat in awe.

“don’t be weird about it,” you groan and he shakes his head, rubbing your calf comfortingly. “no no i’m not i just wasn’t expecting that. good for you though,” he winks at you and you’re rolling your eyes.

“yeah. anyways she um…she fingered me in the library,” a fluttery feeling lines your stomach at the memory and farleigh catches onto your pauses, noticing a more positive physical reaction when you mention her. “yeah? was it good?” he asks lowly, his voice huskier than it was a moment ago and you nod, leaning your head against the cold wooden headboard. “it was—thankfully; she actually knew what to do, you know?” he nods, chuckling. “makes sense. did you get to finish that time?” he asks as if he’s actually concerned, and the way his hand keeps running up and down your legs makes you feel as if he just might be.

you’re not used to discussing such topics with farleigh, it’s unfamiliar and his bluntness and shamelessness in being open with how curious he is as to whether or not someone has made you cum is catching you off guard, but most concerningly, it’s making you ache. “no,” you finally answer, sighing sadly. “almost did. but we also almost got caught and then you know, she dropped out. haven’t heard from her since.”

you expect him to laugh, but he doesn’t. he takes a moment of silence and it acts as yet another surprise tonight; farleigh is capable of being quiet.

“so you haven’t had any experiences worth writing home about then, huh?” he verges on a whisper, his voice cradling the sides of your face, guiding your eyes back to his. you nod and he hums in tune to something similar of patronizing. “let alone any real ones,” he adds, his thumb swirling over your knee. you shrug lightly, anxiously fiddling with the ruffles at the skirt of your dress.

“do you want one?” he asks, his eyes keeping you still in place and you gasp silently, swallowing thickly. “want what?” you manage to reply, your nerves blanketing over you. “a good experience.”

you stare at him for a second, unsure if he’s really just said what he said, but in the case that he did, you nod like you’ve been entranced by a siren song. with the way that farleigh speaks to you while maintaining eye contact, the way his hand tempts you alone with a few gentle touches upon your leg, you might as well have been.

he smiles at your agreement, sliding his hand down to your ankle and tugging you towards him. you gasp, yelping with low volume as you slide down your bed. he pulls you in close, climbing further into your bed until he’s on top of you.

his hooded eyes peer down at you, drinking you all in, so beautiful and pliable beneath him. he brings his thumb to your bottom lip, running along it and smearing your lipstick across your chin. he dips between your lips, smirking to himself when you kiss the pad of it.

he pulls away leaning downward until his nose nudges yours. “tell me i can kiss you,” he tells you, his words fanning out against your lips, and you nearly moan from the proximity itself. “i want you to kiss me.” you whisper back and you sweat you see a smile on his lips before they’re on yours.

you moan with relief, embarrassingly desperate to have farleigh on you. you’re chest to chest, lips interlocked with his cock pressed up against your clothed crotch, grinding lightly. he groans in your mouth, sucking on your bottom lip as if it were secreting nectar. he’s starved from the weed consumption, and all those months of this incessant back and forth you two shared is all coming back full force, and you can feel it in how hard he kisses you and the hunger that lies underneath it all.

his hand travels from the back of your knee, gliding over your leg and up your thigh, squeezing your hip when his hand finds purchase there. he ruts into you in waves, breaking apart from your lips, much to your dismay, to kiss and nip at your neck, rinsing you of the disappointment from the momentary lack of closeness.

“farleigh,” you breath out, your knees locking him in on either side of his hips, pushing up to meet his grinding motions. “what baby?” he mumbles, raspy and heavy and it makes your clit throb. “feels s’good,” you sigh lazily, arching your back into his chest. he chuckles, his ego rising with every little moan you give him.

“better than what theo did?” he asks, pushing his bulge right up against your clit, and you whimper, nodding stupidly. his signet ring tickles you through your thin panty hose when he inches closer between your thighs. your breath stops in the middle of your throat as he nears your cunt. “can i touch?” he whispers, his lips brushing against yours. you moan under your breath, nodding. “please?” you beg, heavy eyes of yours gazing at him from beneath your eyelashes, lips pouted desperately.

he doesn’t make you ask again, he’ll save that for another endeavor he hopes you two will indulge in again. for now he’ll give you what you want without making you work for it. at least, too hard.

he rubs you through your panty hose, sucking in a sharp breath. “fuckin’ soaked through baby,” he groans, kissing you hard.

the wind in your lungs has abandoned you, the air in the room playing cat and mouse with you amid your struggle to keep up. farleigh’s touches making the feat all the more increasingly difficult. he sends you one last kiss on your lips, sponging one to your chin, then down your chest, nipping at the swell of your breasts.

“can i take this off?” he murmurs, his chin just beneath your sternum, fingers toying with the laces of your corset. you rest on your elbows, looking down at him, the way he peers up at you alone could convince you to commit the most heinous crimes. you nod, reaching down to untie them, but he’s quick to stop you. “let me do it,” he says, grasping your wrists. you swallow thickly, glancing at how his large hand easily holds both your wrists with ease.

he takes his time unlacing your corset, wanting to savor this juncture in time. he’s slower than you thought he’d be, treating you like a ribbon wrapped present, if he’s too rough it may all fall apart and honestly you just might if he doesn’t move any faster.

“farleigh,” you whine, sitting back up. “hurry up or it stays on,” you nearly growl and he laughs, tugging everything undone with a harsh tug, opening your corset and baring your breasts. you gasp, instinctively covering yourself. he shakes his head, tsking you when he pulls your arms away. “thought you wanted me to hurry up?” he bites back just a little, playfully, and you glare at him. he doesn’t care, he’s already lowering himself back between your thighs, holding you by your calves to spread you open.

he grips your calf, the other squeezing your thigh, using them to keep you wide open for him. his hands are warm and firm around your flesh, and his tongue is wet and hot against your clothed cunt.

the small act alone propels you into hedonism, reminding you of how good pleasure can be, how all consuming it is, and in this moment it feels as though farleigh is the only one who can provide any relief for the burning engine grinding in the pit of your stomach, aching to be satiated.

“farleigh,” you whine, throwing your head back when he mouths at your cunt, his tongue burns through your thin layers but it’s not enough, you want his tongue to brand itself right up against your clit.

your desires and needs are caught through your drawn out breaths, tugging at the air in jagged gasps. he reads through all your little sounds, and without any coherent words needed, he digs a nail into your pale pantyhose, ripping them in the crotch and pushing your panties to the side, burying his tongue right where you need it to be, searing your soaked flesh with every broad flick of the wet muscle.

you gasp almost like it hurts, but it’s quite the opposite. he laps you up and devours your cunt like he’s trying to reach your heart, grappling around your legs and gripping your hips to keep you in place, starved for something sweet. his eyes that have held you inside silent conversations amidst a gathering of people are now shut, tucked away behind his eyelids and long lashes, too focused on the way you taste and how he can’t seem to get enough of you.

he’s never been this hungry before, and maybe it’s the weed or maybe it’s the simple fact he’s fantasized about this more often than he’d like to admit. on more than just a singular off handed occasion, his hand has slipped beneath his boxers, jaw clenched, eyebrows drawn together and teeth gritted, almost begrudgingly to the act itself.

but he always gives in.

the fantasy is always the same, it’s prompted by whatever stupid argument you two found yourselves in, and he shuts you up with his mouth latched onto your cunt, erasing any quips or snarkiness left in you and replacing them with the sounds of you struggling to barely even moan his name. and now that it’s real, he can’t just stop now, he wants to prolong this moment for as long as he can.

his nose swipes across your clit, pulling a drawn out moan from the depths of your chest, and you shudder, trying to find something to hold onto for security, but farleigh’s a step ahead of you, eagerly offering his hands for you to take. you do so, desperately, lacing your fingers together and whimpering when he takes in a dull quick breath before pouring himself into your cunt, flicking his tongue right there, and moaning to himself at the way you just melt into him.

you roll your hips into his mouth sporadically, with no real rhythm, your body reacting with violent jerks as if his tongue were electric, and he takes it all in stride, squeezing your hands lovingly.

and when he sucks on your clit, it’s too much, you can’t take it, it pulls you into a state of thick molasses, gleaming and aureate, only to settle into the center of your stomach, pushing inward and arching you forward into pure ember, sizzling through you until it reaches your fingertips.

you can hardly hear or feel yourself breathe, everything’s buzzing and muffled, honey coats your skin and encases you in its sweetness.

you can’t help the twitching in your hips and lower stomach, whimpering in pleasured agony when you come back to earth and feel farleigh’s mouth still on you, moaning to himself and toying with your clit between his lips.

you’re untangling your fingers, and he grunts when you try to squirm away from his mouth, but he’s not having it, gently smacking your hipbone, silently chastising you.

you whine, taking in hefty gasps, it’s starting to hurt but in a way you can’t say is bad. it’s just so overwhelming, it makes you burn from the inside out and you can’t stop the thin stream of tears that escape from your heavy eyes. your bare breasts heave in the thick air, your mouth is parted with a choppy flow of pleadings with farleigh.

he slowly relents, planting one last firm kiss against your clit, peppering smaller ones across your hips and lower tummy, making his way back up to you. “hi,” he smiles as if he wasn’t just tongue deep inside your cunt. he swipes away the streaks of mascara tinted tears from your eyes, laughing breathily at the sight of your lack of coherence. “hi,” you exhale, grabbing his face and kissing him hard. his eyes shut when he leans into you, taking your lips in his. the taste of you is heavy on his tongue, heat fanning across your cheeks when you realize that bittersweet taste in his mouth is you.

your hand rests on his chest, slowly slipping lower and lower until you reach his bulge, palming him with fervor but maintaining some form of sensuality, albeit fueled with a sense of rushed desperation. you break apart from his lips and his head tilts forward, chasing after your kiss. you sponge a kiss against the corner of his lips, angling a downcast tilt towards his cock, mouth agape and eager to take him in. but he’s holding your jaw, stopping you and bringing you back to meet his gaze.

your eyebrows knit together with almost a betrayed curiosity. “why not?” you ask, almost naively, and he shakes his head, his thumb gently swiping across your bottom lip. “you don’t have to do that baby,” he promises, and it only increases your desire to take him in your mouth when you can practically hear all the inhales and exhales of smoke he took prior, how it leaves a rich rasp in his voice.

“i know i don’t have to, i want to,” you just about cross your heart for him to emphasize the genuine ache to suck him off, already feeling that familiar throng of tingles set off again between your thighs.

“another time, it’ll be too much for you right now,” he unintentionally sounds patronizing and it rubs you the wrong way. you let out something that’s a more annoyed version of a scoff, folding your arms. “i can handle it farleigh, if you think i’ll be bad just be honest and don’t hide behind fake reasons.” a cloud of insecurity beginning to muddle your mind.

he rolls his eyes, a faint smile on his lips betrays his act of annoyance. “you and your pride,” he mutters under his breath, a veil of adoration lacing through it.

“don’t be a brat,” he murmurs with a luster of playfulness, “i just don’t want to overwhelm you with too much too soon,”

you frown, moving away strands of hair from his face, sighing. “is this okay then? too much?” you whisper hotly in his ear, leaning up into him. you reach beneath his dress pants and boxers, wrapping your hand around the thickness of him and hiding your surprise at how big he feels in your palm, and how you can barely wrap around him with your fingers.

he falters above you, groaning in the crook of your neck with whimpers of please. you take this opportunity to guide him a little further on his side, lightly pushing him onto his back. you tuck yourself into his side, his arm pulling you in and holding you close. you shove his pants down just enough to fully free his cock. arousal thrums all along your cunt once he’s freed from his pants. a twinge of gratefulness is in your gaze when you look back at farleigh’s low eyes. taking him down your throat admittedly would’ve been a difficult feat and you’re relieved he stopped you from doing so.

however you won’t admit to that, instead you wrap your hand around him, dragging your thumb around his tip, giggling when he winces with pleasure, curling into you.

you rest your chin on the top of his head, whimpering above him when he takes one of your nipples between his lips, swirling his tongue around them as you jerk him off.

“fuck,” he bucks his hips into the warm curl of your palm, running his fingers across your ribs, tugging you in closer towards him. he moans your name like its a saving grace into the valley of your breasts, inhaling your sweet perfume deeply. “does that feel good?” you ask softly, genuinely, and he groans, nodding.

“j-just, squeeze me right there,” he swallows hard, wrapping his large hand around yours when you travel a little further up his cock. you nod attentively, taking note of everything he likes. “tell me what else makes you feel good,” you murmur through kisses, planting them across his cheekbone. he fucking whimpers into your dampening flesh and your clit throbs at the sound.

“i like when you touch me right here,” he admits breathlessly, guiding your thumb to his tip. you nod, taking longer strokes, tightening your slickened grip and glazing over his sensitive tip.

“just like that, fuck,” he groans, panting heavily at the rhythm you’ve developed together. “you’re so cute like this,” you giggle lightly in his ear, teeth grazing his ear teasingly. you pump your wrist a little faster, feeling cocky at the way he falls apart in your hold, completely and utterly at your mercy.

he can’t help the way he tries to fuck your hand, grinding his hips desperately, neck bared for you when he throws his head back. you slide your arm a little further underneath his neck, cradling him close to your side, using your free hand to scratch at his scalp. his hips jerk and he moans, leaning into your gentle touches.

your eyes fall onto the wretched kiss stain on his skin once again, clenching your jaw. you smear it off of him, the flare up of jealousy sanctioning something in you to start dragging your wrist up and down a little faster, squeezing him a little tighter. pride rises within you when you see how receptive he is to it, trembling in the confines of beneath your wings.

you kiss the top of his head as he defaults right back into the sanctuary of your chest. his stubble tickles your skin, and you grow fond of the sensation. your poor hole clenches around nothing when your eyes peer down to see his cock weep in your hand, precum leaking and dribbling down your knuckles, agonizing over the same desire you possess.

the wet sound eliciting from your hand and his cock is stirs a familiar buzz in your clit and you wonder what the tip of his cock would feel like rubbing against your clit. skin to skin. with each drag of your hand over him, you start to feel the ache settle back inside you, wishing your hand was your cunt taking him in. feeling each vein you feel right now but inside you, feeling his fat tip prod and hit right where your fingers could never reach. your fantasizing shows through the way you continue to jerk him off, growing hungrier and hungrier with each stroke.

“baby,” he groans into the thick air, as he lays helplessly beside you. “i wanna see you cum,” you whisper in his ear, unintentionally cushioning his face with your breasts and the act alone almost has him cumming in your hand.

he grips your lower back, burying his face in your chest, his body going rigid and firm, his cock twitching in your hold. “shit i think i’m— fuck baby tell me i can cum,” he begs, pressing needy kisses across your chest. you nod, pulling at the back of his curls forcing him to look at you. “you can cum for me farleigh,” you pour your words out to him like a rich wine and it’s all he needs to let go.

he can’t stop his eyes from falling shut in a tight pinch. his body locks up, his mouth parts open to pant in the air, his neck still displayed for your teeth to sink into, hips sporadically fucking into your pumping wrist.

you quickly release him, ducking down to wrap your lips around his cock head. you hold back the smile that threatens to pluck the corner of your lips upward when he gasps loudly and whines your name with a pure churning ache.

you shut your eyes when he cums on your tongue, pleasantly surprised at the taste. he cums more than you would’ve expected but you take it all, eager to please him.

you gently lap at his tip, pushing your forearm on his stomach when he convulses from the sensitivity. “f-fuck, baby,” he breathes out, pulling you back up to him. he brings you down to his lips, guiding you onto your back when he kisses you.

it’s his turn to taste himself on your tongue and the thought of his cum gracing your mouth has his softening cock giving one last twitch. his hands run up and down your sides, savoring your skin and praying his hands and fingers memorize each curve and indent. “you’re so hot,” he whispers against your lips. you peck him, feeling warm. “i know.” he smiles, pecking you back.

he collapses beside you, straightening out the charm from your necklace back to the center of your collarbones and despite everything that transpired between you two, the small action still makes you feel flushed.

“would it be okay if i slept with you in your bed tonight?” he asks quietly, anxiously. you nod, turning to look at him with a delicate smile that tells him you’re more than happy to have him stay with you. “i’d be upset if you didn’t.”

relief floods him, in return allowing him to abide by his instincts to scoot closer towards you. he curls into your side completely, long limbs overtaking you and intertwining you two until you feel like you’re one.

“night.” he whispers, his lips ghosting over your shoulder, unsure if he’s still allowed to plant a kiss there. you’re too sleepy to notice, content enough with being in his arms. “goodnight,” you repeat back softly, pulling the blankets over your bodies.

#farleigh x reader #farleigh x you #farleigh saltburn #farleigh smut #farleigh imagine #farleigh start #farleigh catton #farleigh x fem reader #farleigh fanfiction #farleigh start smut #farleigh catton smut #saltburn #saltburn smut #saltburn movie #felix catton #venetia catton #elspeth catton #sir james catton #oliver quick #saltburn fanfiction #pan!farleigh #bi!reader #halloween #halloween au #au

[mermaidinn]

Innkeeper Era OFMD Fic Recs

Hey friends, I was organizing my ofmd fic bookmarks and figured I'd throw together a rec list of a few of my favorite post season 2 fics in case anyone is needing this kind of stuff atm. This is by no means a full list of even all my favorites and I'm sure I've missed some good ones, but I've tried to include a good variety of themes and also not make this post extremely long. <3 love you all so much, I don't do much talking in fandom spaces, but you are all incredible and I appreciate each and every one of you

big thank you, obviously, to all the authors of these (and all) fics, y'all are truly doing the lord's work out there

Magpie- 6k, Ed keeps treasures

Cold feet- 1k, Stede gives Ed a gift

Look back- 4k, Stede tells Ed a story

Weathering it Together- 4k, Ed has a panic attack in a storm (there are a lot of fics about this and I always love them, but in the interest of this post not being a mile long I’ll stick with just this one) 

Moving forward- 1k, Ed talks to Stede about izzy’s emotional abuse

Outburst- 5k, Ed tells the crew about what happened with izzy 

Riding Double- 4k, Stede is a horse girl, Ed’s less into it 

Good Bones- 11k, the boyfriends work on the inn, and their relationship 

Breaking & Entrees- 9k, E, Stede and Ed have an adorable date night, and fun and sweet mermaid rp beach sex

Old friends- 6k, crew visits and Ed panics about it

Of few words- 12k, E, Ed gets a new tattoo and tells Stede about some old ones, Stede gets his first tattoo 

Taking it slow- 5k, E, (2.5, 2.6) Ed has some regrets about the phrases ‘take it slow’ and ‘mistake’

A marriage of true minds- 2.7k, Stede and Ed bond over Shakespeare

Lost and found- 2k, Stede finds the cake topper dolls   

By your side until it’s over / to the back of a hand- 5k/2k, E, (2.8) Stede and Ed talk through lingering insecurities and izzy related traumas 

Dear Ed- 3k, Mary’s widow group discovers some of Stede’s love letters

Sailor's delight- 14k, E, 14k words of hot, fun, sweet tentacle porn, you’re welcome. I think this passes as canon compliant even though the magic is a bit more, um, tangibly real than it is on the show 

Guava jelly- 15k, E, Ed working through some issues, sexual healing 

Gone fishing- 6k, Ed and Stede discuss plans for the inn 

Something to celebrate- 1k, the boyfriends try to decide what their first date was

Finding the right words- 3k, discussion of some of Stede’s insecurities 

The thing about snakes- 7k, Archie and Ed have a chat

#our flag means death #ofmd #our flag means death fanfiction #ofmd fic recs #gentlebeard #fic

[yoificfinder]

In celebration of women, here are some fics centered around the great women of YOI! Happy international women's day! ♀️✨️

(Don't) Give a Damn by @forochel [T, 9K]

Mari, through the years,

an open door by tripcyclone [G, 8K]

Lilia never wanted children of her own, but caring for Victor gives her a glimpse into the life she chose to pass by.

and your feet will follow by @prinzenhasserin [T, 13K]

Lilia’s relationship with her fellow ballerinas wasn’t usually complicated. Usually, she knew exactly where she stood. Not so with Minako Okukawa who had disappeared from the ballet world some years ago to hide in the dance studio of a backwater town in Japan.

Lilia didn’t care about that, of course. Not at all. She just deserved a vacation, to Japan, incidentally.

another girl in another time by cityboys [G, 11K]

Wouldn’t it be cool if there really is another version of you out there?

Beautiful in Knowing by @val-creative [T, 1K]

Sara knew she was a girl, even if nobody else did or believed her.

She ordered Michele to call her "Lady Sara" from now on. He would roll his eyes and grumble, but never attempt to misgender her. She liked "Sara" — it meant "lady, princess, noblewoman". And she would never go back to her deadname.

if friends were flowers, i'd pick you by windupbirdgirl [G, 4K]

During the first two years of high school, Yuuko finds she barely has time to breathe. The sky seems very far away, the sea even more so. She hasn’t gone to the rink in months.

if love is king, who wears the crown by @crollalanzaa [G, 1K]

“Second is seen as nothing,” Christophe had derided.

“But that moment you glide onto the ice, that hush of the audience, and that expectation, isn’t that worth something?”

“You speak as if you know. You used to skate?"

Past tense. It still stung, even if it was expected.

Minako knows exactly what it's like to be at the top of your game, and she remembers the descent just as clearly.

if she wants me by renaissance [G, 6K]

Hiroko and Minako, then and now.

if the sea has any draw for you by weird_bird [E, 8K]

The first time Mila saw her dance in person, her power funneled down into elegance, the granite of her face transmogrified to marble, she almost gave her the password to her bank account, she’s that good.

kagura by night by seventhstar / @pencilwalla [T, 1K]

The world around her is like the mountains.

A mortal lifespan is narrow; mortals watch the mountain’s unchanging faces, unravaged by the same measure of time that takes a human from dust to dust, and think them immortal in comparison. But stone erodes, just as flesh decays. It just takes longer.

If she watches long enough, everything changes. Languages drift until all the words she learned before are meaningless. Technology changes until she ceases to believe in magic because human ingenuity is more infinite than the stars. What is beautiful, what is polite, what is wrong, what is right—time, given its way, reshapes all.

But Minako’s body remains as it has always been. That’s why she loves to dance, she supposes; it’s the one thing time cannot take from her.

Katsudon by @azriona [G, 8K]

Hiroko doesn’t need to see to coat pork cutlets in egg and panko. She has made this dish for her family for over thirty years; she’ll make it another thirty, if she’s lucky.

Now she makes it for Yuuri and Victor as they fly home from Barcelona, with silver around their necks and gold around their fingers.

keep me steady as we go by orphan_account [G, 3K]

When Isabella stood and crossed the room to where he sat she saw her notebook open in his lap, turned to the last page of their to-do list, all but three items crossed off with less than a month to the wedding date. License. Ceremony. Everything after. She saw the angle of his gaze, too, not on the words but straight ahead, staring blank and glassy and brittle into some invisible place she still wasn’t sure she could follow him to, yet. And yet she had been the one who’d promised to try—and to keep promising, forever and forever.

Kooks by BoxWineConfessions [G, 3K]

Mari clasps her right hand across her left hand and rests them both atop her growing stomach. “I guess you’re just lucky that your father, I mean your other father, my brother-“ Mari giggles. “God, it all sounds so weird, doesn’t it? Do you care? Do you care that we’re all so fucked up and we don’t care at all?” Mari laughs again. It’s all she can do when she hurts this much, and wants a cigarette this much, but can’t stop smiling despite the fact that her body seems to hate her so much. “Well he means the world to me. That’s why I have you.”

Living in the Maybe by @adrianners [T, 6K]

It wasn’t hard to spot a 180cm platinum blond in Fukuoka International Airport. Especially when he was the only person wearing sunglasses. Indoors. At night.

Mari picks Viktor up at the airport when he returns from Moscow. Without Yuuri there to play his usual role of interpreter, they learn to communicate around their linguistic, cultural, and personal barriers.

my better self by @spookyfoot [G, 1K]

Mila's the first friend Yuuri's made in Russia. Technically, Yuuri became friends with Yurio in Hasetsu, but he'd never say that to Yurio's face.

On his first day training in Russia, Mila stole Yuuri from the rink and showed him pictures of Victor and Georgi wearing Spice Girls t-shirts Victor had picked up at a consignment shop during Skate America in 2006, and a video of them skating a synchronized routine to "Stacy's Mom."

"Don't let anyone here intimidate you. I guarantee none of them are scarier than Yura." They watched Victor skate circles around Yuri on the ice, Mila's camera primed for blackmail material—just in case.

_________

Yuuri and some of the women in his life, through the years.

Variations on a Theme by BoxWineConfessions [M, 20K]

Mari doesn't like it when the past and the present overlap so easily. Mari knows the mischievous grin and the burn of eyes that linger too long. They're the trademark of girls who are still figuring out what they want, but want relentlessly. Mari is tired of letting people in, only to have to say goodbye when their vacation is over.

Mila has experienced this before, this knowing little smile that implies that they know something about her body that she doesn’t. It comes across as cocky, and arrogant on men, and gentle with Mari. Mari looks like she's just told her some kind of wonderful secret.

Together, they reshape their expectations.

#yoi #yuri on ice #yoi fanfic #yoi fic rec

[destieltaggedfic]

Sam Needs to Learn to Knock - Part 2

Common Law - Piper_Halliwell1979   Ao3

Set S12.  When Mary says something about his common-law husband, Dean talks to Cas about the fact that they have apparently been married without benefits for years.

Word Count: 6k                                 Graphic Sexual Acts

Five Times Sam Was A Major Cockblock and One Time He Wasn't - Janie_17   Ao3

Nonspecific timeframe.  Its hard for 2 people to get together when one’s brother keeps interrupting them at key moments.

Word Count: 3k                                 Non-Graphic Sex

The wish - Alphabetindisorder (Justbrowsing2211)   Ao3

Set 15x20 didn’t happen AU.  Things have been awkward since Jack managed to bring Cas back.  Mostly because he doesn’t remember anything past his previous death at the time of Jack’s birth and Dean has no idea how to handle that.  A case where they have to pretend to be a couple going to therapy may be able to help them get past it.

Word Count: 27k                              Graphic Sexual Acts

Sam Walks In – GeekySeamstress   Ao3

Nonspecific Timeframe.  Sam was sure that when he walked into the motel room Dean had been in bed with a guy, but Dean swore that he didn’t have sex with some random dude and that seemed to be the truth, but the evidence keeps stacking up.

Word Count: 4k                                 Non-Graphic Sex

Poorly Guarded Secret – SillyBlue   Ao3

Set S9 AU.  Cas is coming to the bunker to celebrate his and Dean’s one-month anniversary, the problem is that Dean hasn’t told Sam about them yet.  He’s going to find out in not a great way.

Word Count: 1k                                 Non-Graphic Sex

#destiel #fic recs #learn to knock sam

[sitp-recs]

Happy birthday @onbeinganangel! Yesterday was Mari’s birthday and despite being very late I wanted to do a little something to celebrate this lovely and talented friend! I’m so happy to share this space with you, Mari. Your gorgeous writing brings me comfort, contemplation and sexual liberation, and you never fail to impress me with your creativity and range.

Thank you for your friendship and for sharing so much of you with us. I’m especially grateful for all the delicious unapologetic rare pairs you’ve introduced me to. I hope this year treats you kindly and inspires you to keep on creating 💜 here’s a humble reclist with some of my fave Mari treats including micro and her spectacular embroidery work. There’s kink, angst and love galore to indulge yourself with this weekend. I invite everyone to join and add their faves too!

Drarry:

Liturgia Horarum (M, 1.5k)

From morning melodies to evening encores, a day in the life through the soundtrack of routine.

Salt and Sauce (T, 3k)

Sure, of course he knows how you take your tea. But does he know your chippy order?

heavy (E, 6k)

Potter isn’t nearly as slick as he thinks he is, is all Draco can think about through the alcohol haze and the dizzying atmosphere of the club. He really, really isn’t.

Quick as a Flash of Lightning, Unhurried as Eternity (E, 10k)

Can you fall in love with someone by simply watching them fiercely love another version of yourself?

Develop, Stop and Fix (E, 15k)

In his five years in New York City, James Black has earned significant fame as a photographer. In fact, he's attracted the attention of London curator D. Black.

Aere Perennius (M, 25k)

Upon Narcissa’s death, Draco Malfoy lets his best mate decide on a new place for him to live and set up his flower shop. Pansy, the meddling witch that she is, picks Godric’s Hollow.

Aeternus Solem (E, 37k)

On December 1st, Harry Potter gets sent halfway across the world to attempt to break a possibly fatal curse on an unnamed British Unspeakable — except said Unspeakable is not unnamed at all and Harry has been in love with him for over four years.

Rare pairs:

grasp (E, 1k) - Harry/Teddy

Teddy has wanted Harry forever. Of course he wants to be good for him.

seeds (E, 1.1k) - Ginny/Pansy

It wasn’t that Ginny had planned for it to happen, but as soon as Pansy Parkinson walked into the Ministry gala, arm in arm with Blaise Zabini, wearing a black pinstripe suit with not as much as a bra under, Ginny knew she was in trouble.

shake (E, 1.1k) - Ginny/Tonks

Ginny lets out a shaky breath, mouth too dry to speak up. She loves this a little too much, how Tonks gets when she tortures Ginny like this and watches her fall apart.

trust (E, 1.5k) - Harry/Charlie

Charlie knows now that being a brat is Harry’s nature. Harry knows he’ll get something out of it. Which doesn’t mean Charlie won’t make him suffer for it.

heart (E, 1.6k) - Draco/Astoria

After their reluctant betrothal and consequent marriage, letting Astoria take over the Malfoy business and estate was a no-brainer.

Petrichor, Pineapple and Pomegranate (E, 6k) - Sirius/Remus/James

If you’re not using your enhanced werewolf sense of smell to find out that your friends have got the hots for you, what are you even doing?

Rebirth (T, 16k) - Harry/Regulus

Harry’s decrepit House Elf is dying. If things were normal, that would be a sad but ultimately natural thing. However, he’s Harry Potter and — of bloody course — nothing can ever be normal.

🔥 microfics (M/E):

Bill/Remus

Blaise/Ron

Drarry + Harry/Astoria

Harry/Draco/Charlie

Harry/Draco/Remus

Harry/Harry

Harry/Severus

Harry & Teddy

Harry/Theo

James/Sirius

🧵 embroidery fic recs:

Almost Heaven by M0stlyVoid

Among Ancient Pines by Graymatters

Contempt by Danni

Eternal Silence of the Sea by amortentiaboys

Last Offices by Tacky

Sleight of Hand by Starry

Who we are in the shadows by QSM

#happy bday mari 💕🎉 #Sitp faves #drarry recs #rare pairs

[woodenpicador]

woodenpicador: the masterlist (updated July 2023)

ao3 | twitter

I write fanfiction, primarily but not exclusively for Yellowjackets (2021). I've written a few multichapter fics and a few one-shots. I also post headcanons, rewatch notes, and so much more on Twitter. I'm hoping to use this space more!

Fics beneath the fold....

Yellowjackets (2021): Multichapters

natural habitats (13 chapters, WIP)

“Look, here’s the deal.” Nat leans forward and plants her hands on the table. “If we do this, you tell nobody, okay? Not Van, not Laura Lee, not Taissa or Lottie or Misty fucking Quigley, do you understand me?”

Shauna frowns, but says nothing.

“That means you don’t tell Jackie, either,” Nat says. “If that’s going to be a problem, then let me know and we can both start rehearsing for the spring musical now.”

Natalie Scatorccio is having a bad year. She’s not sleeping, her mom’s new boyfriend sucks, and a blown history test might bench her for the season. Luckily, Coach Martinez has an idea:

Tutoring.

From Shauna Shipman.

Fuck.

(shaunanat, alternating POV, novel-length WIP, E)

mes beaux amis (4 chapters, complete)

“It’s a party.” Jackie shouts a honeyed rupture into Shauna’s eardrum. “Have fun!”

Yeah, like Shauna Shipman can refuse Jackie Taylor much of anything.

Watching the best friend you’ve ever had constantly break up and get back together with a guy takes a toll on you. Especially when they like to celebrate their reunions by sucking face in front of everyone.

Shauna Shipman gets by with a little help from her friends.

(Or: Jeff is Shauna's worst reaction, but not her first.)

(shauna POV, angst/drama, explicitish, pre-canon, ~55k words - shauna/jackie, shauna/mari, shauna/tai, shauna/van, shauna/misty, shauna/lottie, shauna/nat, shauna & laura lee)

versez le sang (2 chapters, complete)

Shauna has done the math, knows her life expectancy tops out at seventy-eight or so—and that’s not accounting for what havoc has been wrought on her insides by nineteen months of scrounging, scavenging, praying, and all the horrible things that live in the spaces between those words. She’s got about fifty-six years of exactly this to go, give or take. She can do it. She has to. It’s no more than she deserves, no less than she owes.

She lasts a month.

Everyone said marrying Jeff Sadecki was a mistake, but they were wrong. Shauna Shipman doesn’t make mistakes. She doesn’t make anything.

Shauna breaks.

(Or: Shauna invites cataclysm in pursuit of closure.)

(shauna POV, angst (very dark), explicit, post-rescue (2001), ~23k words - shauna/jackie, shauna/jeff, shauna/tai, shauna/van, shauna/misty, shauna/lottie)

Yellowjackets (2021): One-Shots

demodocus on the radio

Shauna Shipman disappears two weeks before her wedding. This surprises no one.

What might surprise people is that she surfaces in the middle of the day at a dive bar in the East Village owned by Natalie Scatorccio.

(shauna POV, angst, explicit, post-rescue (2001), ~18kwords - shauna/nat shauna/jackie (past))

practice makes perfect

"What do you think about painting?”

In which Van Palmer has to fulfill her Fine Arts requirement, and learns something about herself (and Jackie Taylor) in the process.

(van POV, slice-of-life/romance, T, pre-canon, ~6k words - tai/van, shauna/jackie (background))

still life

In the attic, before Tai leaves to find help, it's just her and Shauna and the secrets between them.

(tai POV, drama, M, missing scene (post-1x06 - saints), ~2.7k words - shauna & tai, tai/van (background), shauna/jackie (background))

for all debts public and private

Nat and Shauna glare at Lottie. She wants to mark it as another point in support of her plan, but the intensity gives her pause.

“Fine, I’ll spill. You two have been at each other’s throats for days. Normally, whatever—go with God and may the Force be with you—but in case you haven’t noticed, we’re in sunny Trenton, New Jersey, to play state championship soccer.” Lottie leans forward. “And when you guys are fighting, you fucking suck at it.”

A misplaced ball sparks a feud between Shauna and Nat that threatens to derail the team’s championship hopes.

Lottie has a plan to get them to kiss and make up.

(lottie POV, sex comedy, E, pre-canon/canon divergence AU, ~17.4k words - lottieshaunanat, lottielee, jackieshauna)

gifts of the magi

Teamwork makes the dream work, but recognizing individual excellence is just good leadership.

Two times that Shauna Shipman is Lottie Matthews's most valuable teammate.

(shauna POV, horror, E, canon compliant through 2x02, ~6.9k words - shaunalee, shaunamari, shaunalottie)

closet cases

Have you seen her?

She hasn’t, she won’t, she never, ever will. She has finally done what her mother demanded and shed those pesky extra pounds and all she had to do was cut out half of herself and give it up to Jeff Sadecki and Providence, Rhode Island. All she had to do was become her mother in all the ways she never wanted.

Jackie’s anesthetic won’t fit in a row of pill bottles, of course, but a shoebox isn’t that much bigger.

Seven months after her world falls apart, Jackie Taylor returns to Wiskayok.

(jackie POV, drama, E, no crash AU, ~27.3k words - jackieshauna)

Other Fandoms

pro hac vice (She-Hulk (2022))

Matt Murdock needs help on a case; Jennifer Walters doesn't mind taking a cross-country flight on short notice.

Hey, it's (almost) Christmas.

Written for the 2022 Yuletide Fic Exchange.

(jen POV, casefic, T, 5.5k words - jen/matt, nikki/mallory (implied))

Towards Grace (Perry Mason (2020))

Alice runs. Set during chapter 8.

Written for the 2020 Yuletide Fic Exchange

(alice POV, T, ~1.6k words)

Metas of Note

Yellowjackets: A Not-So-Brief and Hopefully Canon-Accurate Explanation of the 1996 WHS Yellowjackets Soccer Team

#yellowjackets #she hulk #perry mason #star wars #andor #writing #yellowjackets fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #ao3 #ao3fic #yuletide #meta #yellowjackets meta #fic: natural habitats #woodenpicador writes

[becauseofthebowties]

Here I am with a huge THANK YOU to everyone who participated in my 6k follower milestone & 10-year tumblrversary celebration!!! I was once again blown away by all your incredible creations, and so grateful that so many of you chose to share your talent and creativity with the fandom during this event, you’re all AMAZING!!! 💖💖💖

This round-up post lists all the wonderful creations that were posted for this event, so please check them all out and support your local content creators by reblogging them if you haven’t already! You can also find all of these in my #bowties6k tag on my blog if that’s easier.

🎀 Day 1: cowboys // joy // pink

tombstone destiel gifset by @chrrispine regarding dean gifset by @winchestergifs pink s13 destiel gifset by @heartcastiel pink destiel + ‘heaven can wait’ edit by @savingpeople-huntingthings pink spn gifset by @inacatastrophicmind pink happy tfw2.0 gifset by @seasononesam pink cowboy garth gifset by @xofemeraldstars pink tombstone destiel + ‘cowboy like me’ gifset by @bebecas pink castiel gifset by @castheology pink dean + cowboys ‘john wayne’ amv by @carveredlund pink happy cowboys destiel art by @haloedmoon pink kissing cowboys destiel art by @faithlesshunter pink cowboy dean ‘stripper’ eurovisionatural art by @solarcas pink tombstone destiel gifset by me

🎀 Day 2: broadwaynatural // angels // blue

blue castiel + angelic tropes gifset by @lengthofropes blue destiel + ‘ten minutes ago’ (cinderella) gifset by @greatcometcas winchesters + ‘wait for it’ (hamilton) edit by @accountantcas castiel + ‘i wanna be your slave’ gifset by @angelfishofthelord ‘that’s not my name: castiel edition’ gifset by @chrrispine destiel + ‘touch me’ (spring awakening) gifset by @winchestergifs dean + ‘without you’ (rent) gifset by @bebecas blue spn gifset by @inacatastrophicmind dean + ‘soldier & rose’ (ghost quartet) gifset by @seasononesam blue angel cas + ‘the way back’ (jekyll & hyde) edit by @lunacastiel blue angels gifset by @xofemeraldstars blue castiel holy terror gifset by @castheology 'angels are watching over you...‘ destiel art by @abidraws destiel + ‘til him’ (the producers) gifset by @agentplant s4 destiel (cas pov) + ‘defying gravity’ (wicked) gifset by me

🎀 Day 3: siblings // home // green

green max & alicia banes gifset by @greatcometcas sam & dean swan song gifset by @winchestergifs green spn gifset by @inacatastrophicmind green sam & dean gifset by @seasononesam green cas & gabriel gifset by @xofemeraldstars sam & dean edit by @lunacastiel green 1901!cas gifset by @castheology sam & dean + rock, paper, scissors gifset by me

🎀 Day 4: parallels // falling // purple

spn destiel // our flag means death parallels gifset by @chrrispine spn destiel // teen wolf parallel gifset by @winchestergifs purple spn gifset by @inacatastrophicmind purple spn pilot john/mary // sam/jess parallel gifset by @seasononesam purple emmanuel!cas // regarding dean parallel gifset by @xofemeraldstars purple rowena // sam falling parallel gifset by @altarofrowena spn destiel // gilmore girls parallel gifset by @solarcas purple claire in ladies drink free gifset by @castheology purple destiel +’gold rush’ parallel gifset by @bebecas spn destiel // good omens parallel gifset by @agentplant spn // the boys parallels gifset by me

🎀 Day 5: favorite episode(s) // flowers // red

spn ‘blood’ amv by @savingpeople-huntingthings red destiel fimm gifset by @xofemeraldstars red spn gifset by @inacatastrophicmind red fan fiction gifset by @seasononesam hunteri heroici gifset by @chrrispine cas i’m no angel + red flowers edit by @lunacastiel lazarus rising gifset by @heartcastiel regarding dean gifset by @altarofrowena red castiel heaven and hell art by @solarcas favorite episodes compilation gifset by @winchestergifs favorite episodes compilation gifset by @bebecas favorite episodes compilation gifset by me

🎀 Day 6: minor character(s) // grief // gold

billie/rowena funeralia edit by @ulfie-by-osmosis missouri moseley gifset by @youre-only-gay-once claire & jody wayward sisters gifset by @winchestergifs gold charlie gifset by @chrrispine gold spn gifset by @inacatastrophicmind special children gifset by @seasononesam ash gifset by @hailmaryfullofdeath gold castiel edit by @lunacastiel butch!claire art by @solarcas black creole benny art by @transbearbenny jody mills gifset by me

🎀 Mixed prompts

destiel + falling/grief/flowers + blue/gold/red art by @faithlesshunter

#thank you thank you THANK YOU AGAIN for participating <3333333 #i love you all <333 #i hope i didn't forget anyone or messed up a link but PLEASE tell me if i did!!! #bowties6k #spnedit #cowboycoven #spn #supernatural #mine #milestone #masterpost

[themculibrary]

New Years Masterlist 3

part one, part two

All I Can Taste (ao3) - SailorChibi bucky/steve/tony/t'challa G, 2k

Summary: Tony thought he'd be spending New Year's Eve alone.

He was wrong.

Almost Midnight (ao3) - GlassesOfJustice may/pepper T, 300

Summary: It all started with two bottles of champagne.

A New Year’s Eve Tradition (ao3) - valdomarx steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: Steve and Tony spend New Year's Eve together.

Auld Acquaintance (ao3) - triedunture steve/bucky E, 5k

Summary: Due to magic or whatever, Steve is transformed back into his small self while pursuing the Winter Soldier on New Year's Eve. Bucky, seemingly acting on instinct, chooses to protect him despite his mistrust.

Also, Steve is a bit of a tiny powerbottom.

a year around the sun (ao3) - parkrstark steve/tony T, 62k

Summary: Following the life of the Rogers-Stark family the year after they become a family, one monthly milestone at a time.

Better Days (ao3) - neuv peter/wade E, 7k

Summary: It’s been about three years since everyone forgot who Peter Parker was. The only one who really cares about Peter is his landlord, but he’s minded his own business since Peter started selling photos and videos of Spiderman to the Daily Bugle for extra cash. Peter spends every night out as Spiderman, and over time finds a friend in Deadpool, who convinces him to take a night off for NYE.

Porn without plot. Omegaverse, with intersex omegas.

Greetings, My Name is Reindeer Games (ao3) - orphan_account darcy/loki E, 56k

Summary: On her first day working for Tony Stark, Darcy meets her soulmate and immediately and wishes she hadn't.

Happy New Year, Darling (ao3) - sensationalxbitch steve/peggy N/R, 2k

Summary: Steve and Peggy One-shot of their New Year's celebration at the pub along with many other soldiers.

Happy New year's Eve! (ao3) - nightsisterkaris phil/may, leo/jemma G, 2k

Summary: Melinda savored the feeling of dancing with him. Not just their routine waltz, but actually dancing with him. It was real and intimate, something she didn't want to end.

Phil softly dipped her down, and they weren't going through the steps, but living the memories. Melinda's back was pressed against his chest, and he twirled her again, her ankle-length red skirt flaring out, ruffling against his legs.

(I'll Be Cleaning Up Bottles With You) On New Year's Day (ao3) - msmaxximoff wanda/vision T, 2k

Summary: “And what about you? How do you envision your perfect new year’s eve?”

Wanda looks at him almost devilishly as she takes a sip of champagne. “It’d make you blush.”

“I don’t blush, Miss Maximoff.”

“Oh but you do,” she laughs. “You get this sort of faint golden glow on your cheeks. It’s really cute, actually. But, since you asked… in a perfect world, I’d be naked and making love to the person I love most.”

She’s fairly sure he short circuits.

Alone on New Year's Eve, Wanda reminisces on happier times and missed opportunities.

In Your Wildest Dreams (ao3) - BlueChocChipCookies N/R, 6k

Summary: Also known as: The 5 times Peter falls asleep on Tony, and the 1 time Tony falls asleep on Peter

i think you'd fall in love with anyone! (ao3) - existujeme peter/gwen, harry/mary N/R, 3k

Summary: Peter and Harry host New Year's Eve at their place, despite how poorly planned their celebration may be.

Mandatory Fun (ao3) - Neverever  steve/tony T, 6k

Summary: Steve loses a bet to Tony and has to go to Las Vegas for a fun-filled vacation. Or it was fun until people started thinking that they were married.

Matryoshka (ao3) - hegemony bruce/natasha E, 23k

Summary: She finds space inside herself for him.

Midnight Mumbles (ao3) - cornchip wanda/vision G, 1k

Summary: A little one shot of Wanda and Vision on New Year's Eve snuggling on the couch after ditching the party.

Missing Midnight (ao3) - FestiveFerret steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: Steve let the tide of the party shuffle him around the room, the thumping bass feeling like a second heartbeat in his chest. He was drunk enough that everything was great but not so drunk he couldn't keep his feet.

Something Stolen (ao3) - STARSdidathing loki/tony T, 582

Summary: The first time Loki saw Tony Stark as more than another annoying mortal was during a celebration of some kind. Loki didn't remember the particulars but he believed it was the celebration of the New Midgardian Year.

still, the desire (ao3) - miss_echidna wanda/vision G, 1k

Summary: She grins up at him, contented and emboldened by his touch, and, downing her drink, she drags him to the bar for another. "One for me," she says, handing him a glass, "and one for you." Vision protests. She, however, is having none of it. "It's New Years," she says. "Live a little."

stop the world (i wanna get off with you) (ao3) - volantium harley/peter G, 3k

Summary: "Come on," Harley whispers with a devilish smile, pulling him by the hand. “I know a better party somewhere else.”

Peter follows, easily, because how could he not?

Tony Stark Sucks at Subtlety (Steve's No Better At Picking Up Hints) (ao3) - tonystarkssnipples steve/tony N/R, 1k

Summary: Tony keeps dropping hints to Steve.

Steve just doesn't get it.

Until he does.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #masterlists #new years #new years masterlist

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Prince!Luke Masterlist

a kingdom of hearts (but not of love) (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton M, 12k

Summary: luke's a prince. well, a prince who loves to wear dresses and loves girly things. however, he feels though he's missing that special someone in his life. although it may just change when he meets a special prince named ashton.

or the one where luke's basically a princess, ashton is his soulmate, and things get in their fucking way before they fall in love.

Cinderfella (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton T, 1k

Summary: "Mother, I do not want to have a ball to find my 'wife'!" Luke complains, as his mother grabs another invitation off the large pile.

"Oh, honey, you don't have to find a wife," She says, and Luke sighs, sinking back into his seat, thinking that he was finally free.

"It may be a husband," She finishes, and Luke shoots up.

"I am not gay!"

come alive and bring the thunder (ao3) - merlypops michael/luke, past luke/ashton E, 36k

Summary: Prince Luke of the Faeries is forced to marry King Michael after a War between kingdoms threatens to tear their lives apart... and maybe Luke and Michael fall in love too. Maybe.

Crowns and Riches. (ao3) - snickerz luke/ashton G, 9k

Summary: Prince Luke meets Stable Boy Ashton, his mother informs him that he is betrowthed to be married, he agrees at first but starts to develop an untold amount of feelings for the boy which are later returned, he is faced with the dilemma of what he is expected to do vs what his heart and soul is telling him to do. (A whole lot of fluff)

i'll be yours truly unbelievable (ao3) - princesshemmings (deludedlarry) luke/ashton, michael/calum E, 17k

Summary: This was an incredibly stupid idea. He didn't even know anything about this guy (unless you count that he knows his name is Ashton and that he has pretty eyes and curly hair). He could be one of those 'dangerous' people his mother was always talking about. But he took one look at Ashton and immediately knew that he wasn't going to hurt him. Call it intuition or just plain idiocy, but he felt that he could trust this stranger. Then again, he didn't have a lot of experience with strangers. Whatever. Fuck it.

AU in which every country in the world has a king and queen. Luke just so happens to be the prince of Australia. alternatively titled: why are my titles always irrelevant all time low lyrics

I'm Sitting Eyes Wide Open And I Got One Thing Stuck In My Mind (I Don't Wanna Fit Wherever) (ao3) - Migs michael/luke E, 5k

Summary: Michael and Luke celebrate Valentine's Day.

OR: Luke is a Prince, Royal puppy fancies Calum (who can blame her?) and there is sex and proposals.

It’s a hell of a ride (loving you) (ao3) - PazloveMGC michael/luke G, 6k

Summary: When luke is a prince that has to save his kingdom and michael is the villian

Mary on a... (ao3) - hrts4julienbakr michael/luke G, 1k

Summary: Prince Luke is trying to run away, things get weird (and fluffy)

Rebel Heart (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke M, 292

Summary: According to Greek Mythology, humans originally had two pairs of arms and legs, and one head with two faces. Fearing the power they can sustain, Zeus split them apart with his lighting, forever condemning them to find the other half of them for all eternity.

Prince Luke Hemmings had yet to find his soulmate.

or a soulmate au in which Luke is a prince and Michael is the rebel leader.

That One Name (ao3) - TrashTrashTrash michael/luke T, 2k

Summary: the one where Luke has a sucky life but one day Michael comes and fixes it

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #masterlists #luke hemmings #au #prince!luke #prince!luke masterlist #royalty

[fridayiminlovemp3]

maybe you should talk to someone - lori gottlieb / white ferrari - frank ocean / the poem of the soul - louis janmot / @inkskinned / x / honeybee - trista mateer / the predatory wasp of the palisades is out to get us - sufjan stevens

#once again everything is about old friends #my parallels #mari’s 6k celebration #parallels #web weaving #words #lyrics #art #frank ocean #trista mateer #sufjan stevens

[dinneratgrannys]

6k celebration meme - 8/10 arcs - the original curse

people are going to tell you who you are your whole life. you just gotta punch back and say, “no, this is who i am.” you want people to look at you differently? make them.

#ouatedit #once upon a time #ouat #emma swan #mary margaret blanchard #rumplestiltskin #mr. gold #prince charming #regina mills #s1 #event: 6k celebration

[enheduana-inanna]

GO christmas fic recs

So I have them in one place if I want to try to push myself into the holiday spirit

Crowley’s First Christmas, by skimmingthesurface, SlyWritesStuff [40k, rated T] Christmas is just the sort of holiday a demon has no business enjoying, even if one particular demon is entirely responsible for just such a holiday. After Armageddon't, he finally has a chance to see what all the fuss is about and one particular angel is very eager to show him. It's been nearly two thousand years of missing him every December, after all, so there's much to do. There's mulled wine, Christmas markets, a tree to decorate, gifts to give, and secrets to share.

Incredibly soft fic about the mortifying ordeal of being known, compromises and opening oneself to feelings, that beautifully unfolds over a several holiday events and ends with an incredibly sweet gift exchange scene.

for yonder breaks, by sevdrag [12k, rated E] For centuries, if they've been in the same area, Crowley and Aziraphale have celebrated the Christmas holiday together. It isn't the same every year - they've done Hanukkah, they've done Yule - but the tradition of a small private celebration, behind closed doors and with extraordinary amounts of alcohol, is fairly constant. This first Christmas after the canceled Armageddon sees them both trying to uphold this tradition, while reflecting the way everything has changed. This holiday seems the same, but it's very different. 

Lovely fic that alternates between flashbacks to the slow process of them coming together post-armageddon and hilarious snippets of banter about the *real* story of Christmas and Gabriel’s general incompetence, plus an amazing confession of feelings/literal exchange of emotions scene that is so so beautifully done.

[Bonus fic also by sevdrag, which is maybe technically an Annunciation fic instead, but I don’t think those are a thing: How Will This Be, [9k, T] - Gabriel tells Aziraphale that he gets to be the “virgin body” that will birth Jesus, which is an issue given how long he’s been sleeping with Crowley, featuring hilarious attempts by two immortal beings who don’t know why you’d need two unicorns to figure out where babies come from (is it seeds???), and an actually really sweet take on Mary and Joseph as in a lavender marriage kind of set up]

Come Adore on Bended Knee (and Other Ways to Make an Angel Rejoice), by TheOldAquarian [6k, rated M] "Well, we waited six thousand years for a kiss, surely we can wait at least one more night before we, you know." Crowley made an ambiguously descriptive but inarguably obscene gesture between the two of them."Of course we can," said Aziraphale. "We're not animals. We'll just carry on our evening as it was before all those delightful kisses happened. I don't think it should be too hard to find other things to talk about."There was a pause in which the tea kettle whistled, as if in disbelief.

Absolutely hilarious fic that includes the exchange:

The scratchy radio began to play  O Holy Night.

"I'm always surprised they air this on the radio unedited," Crowley said.

"What do you mean?"

"Well there's that line in there that's pretty off-colour."

"No, what on earth are you talking about?" Aziraphale leaned back on the pillow, trying to ready himself for anything.

" You  know," Crowley said. "The one about fellating an angel."

Aziraphale was not ready for that. He could not have looked more shocked if he had been actually electrocuted.

" I beg your pardon? "

"You know, 'fall on your knees, oh hear the angel voices.' Pretty racy stuff."

 Which I now think about every time I hear that song.

muddle through somehow, by curtaincall [27k, rated T]. Aziraphale Fell runs a successful food blog, Celestial Comestibles, where he shares mouthwatering recipes and heartwarming stories about his happy domestic life in a cottage with his husband and son. As promotion for his upcoming cookbook, his publishers run a contest: one lucky winner will get to spend Christmas with Aziraphale and his family. What the publishers don't know is that the real Aziraphale Fell is a single city-dweller. And if he wants to keep up his happily married persona, he'll have to acquire a cottage, husband, and son before Christmas. As it happens, his friend and neighbor Anthony Crowley has his nephew staying with him for the holidays. One fake marriage proposal later, and everything seems tickety-boo--as long as Aziraphale can keep from developing inconveniently real feelings for his pretend husband...

Look, it’s a well-written, funny, Christmas themed fake-relationship AU, and some of us are simple people with simple pleasures.

Earthly Blessings, by vgersix [8k, rated T] Crowley hates the biting cold of winter — dreads it every year. It gets in the bones; a miserable, gnawing thing. Normally he would just go home and sleep through the whole season — unconsciousness the only respite from this annual suffering. But after the Apocanope doesn't quite pop off as it's meant to, Crowley is soaking in all the pleasant experience the world has to offer, and the one redeeming quality about winter is of course Christmas. Hanukkah. Yule. Solstice. Whatever excuse humans are using these days to eat, drink, sing songs, and bring some greenery inside to warm their homes. He has a guilty pleasure he's been indulging in that no one can know about... especially not the angel. But when Crowley's tender little secret is discovered, he might get more holiday cheer than he could have imagined possible.

This does a great job of capturing the feeling of loving the aesthetics and trappings of something that you know isn’t for you and isn’t actually as warm and lovely outside the moment of performance, but still appreciating the event for what it is.

The Grinch Who Sold Christmas, by darcylindbergh [61k, rated T] Anthony J. Crowley, a big-time attorney from London, is sent to small-town Tadfield to close a deal before Christmas that would sell out half of high street to a fancy developer and put him up for partner at his firm. The deal will run the local businesses out and change the landscape of the town forever, but that’s none of Crowley’s business; he’s just doing a job. But as the town invites him to share in their lives, their hopes, and their holiday celebrations, and as the enigmatic Aziraphale invites him to share in something more, Crowley starts to wonder: if everything has its price, is he still willing to pay what this deal will cost?

Hallmark Christmas movies give me hives so it took a while to read this, but the premise of this works so much better [the sort of developer Crowley works for *also* gives me hives, and I actually have to interact with them far more often than bad TV movies], and it’s a fluffy, well-written story with a cute advent conceit.

Clementine, by Mussimm [17k, rated E]   I love you madly Let my imagination run away with you gladly. The seaside neighbours AU exactly one person asked for.

Not technically a Christmas fic, but it sort of becomes one for several chapters in the middle, and it’s so, so good anyway so it counts.

#good omens #good omens fic

[iamscoby]

100th fic on AO3 celebration

I signed up two years ago, thinking that I'll just get a few ideas off my mind over the lockdown and be done with it. But here I still am, 100 fics and 527 107 words later! Some highlights of my works to celebrate the occasion:

Favourite ships Reylo (51), Dinluke (31), Mandomera (3), Codywan (2), Zango (1)

Some of my favourite tags Fluff (35), Angst (22), Crack Treated Seriously (19), Meta (15), One Shot (15), Pining (8), Enemies to Lovers (8), Meet-Cute (5), Grogu Ships It (5), The Force Ships It (4), Thigh Grab (4), There Was Only One Bed (3), Oh fuck he's hot (2), Inappropriate Use of Infrared Vision (2), Bodyswap (2), Poetry (2)

Most kudosed The Force goes quiet, [G], Gen, 9.7k words Din becomes a cuddle magnet for Jedi because they enjoy the way how contact with beskar silences the Force in their heads. The galaxy ends up saved.

Least kudosed Sticker pack of dreams, [T], Reylo, 7.5k words Freya gets addicted to Reylo stickers loaded with psychedelic drugs that alter her perception of The Rise of Skywalker movie

Most commented Family holo, [T], Dinluke, 6.2k words While training Grogu to be a Jedi, Luke keeps a baby memory book about him to share with Din once they reunite. Fluff ensues.

Least commented The gingerbread house, [E], Dinluke, 6k words Spooky modern AU where the gingerbread house made them do it

Most bookmarked No half of you, [M], Dinluke, 7.9k words Din/Luke/Mand'alor two-body love triangle

Least bookmarked From the other side, [M], Dinluke, 5k words Three years into Luke’s disappearance to Ahch-To, Din invites him over one last time, to write a foreword for his book

Shortest It was the Force, [G], Reylo, 370 words Force bond cuddles - that's it, that's the fic!

Longest Baby one more time, [E], Dinluke, 18,6k words Rapper Din - aspiring popstar Luke soulmates AU

First Tagged sheets, [G], Reylo, 2.4k words When your blanket ends up behind enemy lines at night through the Force bond

Latest A spoonful of sugar, [G], Dinluke, 8k words Canonverse Mary Poppins AU, where Din has no time to hunt for a Jedi to train Grogu, so instead he posts on HoloNet that he is looking for a home Jedi

#ao3 #ao3 writer #fanfic #writing #dinluke #reylo #dinluke fic #reylo fic #sw fic #scoby writes

[yoificfinder]

Happy birthday, Georgi! Here are some Georgi-centric fics to celebrate his birthday!

Chipped by @vittarius [T, 5K] *WIP

Georgi falls in love. She doesn't.

Fairy Tales by LocallyGrownAvocado [G, 1K]

"Gosha, do you think we'll ever fall in love?"

***

aka Victor and Georgi have a heart to heart in the locker room, because everyone needs more heart to hearts in their lives.

Georgi's Love Will Last For Evermore by SaintedStars [G, 1K]

After being cursed for years, Georgi has finally gotten a glimpse of freedom but, unable to see them unhappy, he releases them.

Growth by GeorgiPopovichWitchDoctor [Not Rated, 6K]

One long year after the Grand Prix Final, Georgi still hasn’t risen from the ditch where he had crashed; after death threats, memes about him, national ridicule, and the loss of his fans, depression has worked his way in.

Yakov suggested the man go to therapy, as an attempt to get his original self back to the ice, to find more about himself.

Georgi wants to grow as a person, perhaps he could use some help.

I Have No Time For Idle Cares by LunaChi_KuroShihone [G, 5K]

She had devised a plan: the Do Not Fuck This Up Georgi plan, but still a plan. Which is why she slammed a book down next to the Russian's miserable and hungover head and said, drawl in her voice. "This is an empty notebook. Over the course of the next few weeks -- yes, don't worry, Mom likes having you around -- we will fill it with everything that will work on wooing a girl. I will help you, on the chance that you don't remember last night."

Georgi eyed it like one may eye a death sentence in the waiting. "Are you sure, Miss Mari--"

"--Call me Mari, we're not that far apart in age--"

"--are you sure, Mari, that this will work?" His eyes did a funny thing. "Everyone always says that I'm too obsessed with romance."

Mari mentally rolled her eyes. I wonder why. Still, this was her trying to help out one of Yuuri's friends, so instead she said: "And I'm as interested in it as I'm interested in ballet, which means I tried it once and figured that it wasn't for me. Come on, this'll at least give us something to do until Yuuri and Viktor are back."

(There was a lie in that sentence, but she wasn't sure what.)

Once Bitten by @prillalar [M, 4K] *Underage

At a juniors training camp, Georgi shares the ice, a room, and a few other experiences with Victor.

"We're rivals," Georgi says on the first day. He narrows his ice-cold eyes and glares at Victor. "Destined rivals." He takes a step in so he'll look more intimidating and bumps against his roller bag.

Victor smiles and tosses his hair. "What was your name again?"

The Melancholy of Georgi Popovich by Falahime [M, 7K]

Georgi Popovich was a forgotten man.

He secretly entertained romantic fantasies of his rinkmates or coach running through the airport as he boarded his plane, crying and begging him not to go. But he checked his phone one last time before takeoff and...nothing. No one had even noticed he had left.

A story of one side character's journey to find significance.

Twenty-eight by ilien / @ili-here [G, 1K]

Georgi is retiring, and it occurred to him that some of his rinkmates won more gold in one year than he did in his entire career.

The younger generation has something to say about that.

Other recs are welcome!

#yoi #yuri on ice #yoi fanfic #georgi popovich #yoi fic rec

[cupidford]

A fic to rec for every day of January! 

517k of loveliness. I’m still catching up with all the Christmas fic that was written, so I’ll probably still have a ton of it even to rec when spring rolls around.

😍😍

Shadows at Midday by alexxphoenix42

The Cardassian empire moves in to claim the planet Bajor and lives are both disrupted and lost. The tale of one Cardassian boy and one Bajoran boy who met on a warm summer's day. ~135.5k

Take Two by Raina_at

Theatre AU. Six years ago, Sherlock, promising young actor, broke Stage Manager John's heart. Sherlock returns to the same theatre, but have they really moved on? ~23.5k

Solstice by Calais_Reno

10 years. He lost John slowly, without either of them deciding that’s what would happen. The way to come back together must be so gradual that it’s almost imperceptible. (Estranged relationship). ~7k

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Isosceles by SilentAuror

Sherlock is asked out by a huge celebrity. John agrees to coach him through whatever he might need to know for his date... ~56.5k

It Could Be Us by JaneOfCakes

AU. John is just getting off work and goes straight to Greg's club to meet his boyfriend Jim, but the evening takes an unexpected turn when he sees Sherlock dancing. ~14k

Consulting for Christmas by ohlooktheresabee

The Louvre Museum in Paris wants to exhibit a faberge egg. Rumours of a master-thief convince Sherlock to consult on security, but he's also a bit busy trying to woo a jealous ex-army doctor. ~40k

Rupert Street by WritingOutLoud

Discharged from war and in an effort to understand his newfound queer identity, he heads to a bar one night, where he stumbles across a mysterious stranger in the midst of a murderous case. ~27.5k

Danger Nights by khorazir

An investigation of a series of strange occurrences leads John and Sherlock to the Welsh Marches, to face ghosts weird and ancient as well as close and personal. ~23.5k

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Do Not Harm by Calais_Reno

1923, Dr John Watson is on trial for the murder of his lover, Mary Morstan, a writer of popular mysteries. Sherlock sets out to prove his innocence, but finds himself infatuated. ~79k

In the New Year by stopthat

Molly has something to say. John listens. (To Sherlock.) ~2.5k

Never Trust to General Impressions by thetimemoves (WriteOut)

Five things John Watson knows for sure about Sherlock Holmes and one thing he completely misses. ~9.5k

The Subtenant by khorazir

221B is haunted. Sherlock and John set out to investigate their new subtenant and find out more than they bargained for. ~12k

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a few hours away by weneedtotalkaboutsherlock (Paradoxe1914)

1939. Soldier John meets Sherlock in a bar for just one night. They continue their correspondence in letters. But will John make it through the war? ~5k

Once Upon a Dream by VTsuion

ACD Victorianlock. After spending the evening watching Watson dance with a dozen some young ladies, when they return to Baker Street Holmes decides it's his turn. ~1k

Letters From My Windmill by mydogwatson

Victorian/ACD Epistolary. Holmes is away from home and bored, up until the moment he isn’t. ~1.5k

Take Two - Six Christmases by Raina_at

Theatre AU. Six Christmases in the lives of actor Sherlock and stage manager John, from their first kiss to the present day. ~5.5k

A Thousand Memories by mydogwatson

Point of One Fixed Point series. ACD/Victorian. Holmes and Watson’s courtship continues. ~1.5k

Letting Go by insistentbass

Sherlock and John pretend to be in a relationship at a club for a case. (Wall restraints / handcuffs). ~8.5k

Magnetic Field by Mouse10

Making love is a different prospect and can be full of promises, tenderness, care and comfort. ~3.5k

😊 Honorable Mentions 😊

A Slow Morning at Baker Street by 17stepstobakerstreet

Established relationship sleepy morning cuddles. ~1k

on lovers lips by simplyclockwork

Sherlock stopping john after he tries to kiss him for the first time and says really quietly “john i want you to be very sure ..." ~500

The Tarmac by Calais_Reno

There are things that need to be said. ~5.5k

Am I the Current (Tiger) King of England? by Dee_Laundry

“I had the weirdest dream last night,” John said. Seven times. ~9.5k

The Tailor of Grey Eagle Street by tweedisgood

ACD Holmes buys a new waistcoat and a mystery to go with it; Watson surprises himself. ~6.5k

two idiots, one idea by simplyclockwork

Established relationship. the time Sherlock and John simultaneously proposed to one another and Lestrade tricked them both. ~1.5k

Dogtags, A Scarf and a Coat by OnlyForward

Sherlock comes back after TRF and reveals himself to John during the proposal. But instead of punching him John takes him home to Baker Street, where they confess. ~2k

Shepherd, Joy & Blankets by insistentbass

John pulls back from a kiss. Sherlock disappears for a few days. There's a hill, and snow, and it's almost Christmas. ~6k

Hallelujah by Randomwordsonpaper

If he didn’t know better, he would’ve sworn he’d just fallen in love with a complete stranger. (Sherlock goes undercover as a busker with some carolers, John stumbles upon him and a case). ~8.5k

a pleasant surprise by simplyclockwork

Sherlock's first birthday after his return from the dead. ~3.5K

Angels We Have Heard On High by thewatsonbeekeepers

After Mary's death, Sherlock and John come to terms with their feelings for each other as they live together in Baker Street. ~15.5k

happy birthday, dear heartache by allsovacant

Sherlock comes home on his birthday two years after dismantling Moriarty's network. ~2k

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