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princessmariaphiliper · 2 months
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Big news folks,
Just got my email invitation to AO3
Massive projects on the way ;))
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raisinghellonstarbug · 10 hours
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James Acaster x Reader - a tinsy bit of drabble... (accidentally angsty, oops!!)
Title: Best Person in the World
Basic plot: It's a Friday and it's your usual weekly coffee evening with your best friend James. James has some big news to share with you. You're not sure how to take it...
Tags: James Acaster x reader, fluff, angst, coffee shop, London, winter, heartbreak, unrequited love, but is it really unrequited?, almost lovers, best friends, mention of Ed Gamble
Word count: 2238
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Work had been quite stressful, but no more than usual. Quite frankly you were just glad to get yourself out of there so you could head over to your favourite coffee stop on the corner and meet your friend, albeit, stupidly handsome friend James.
You, all rushed off your feet and almost panting from practically sprinting your way from the cold and drizzly rain, step in through the door of the coffee place and find your favourite seat where you knew that James would probably already be there.
He was there in fact and the sight of him alone gave you the butterflies. You just couldn't help feeling starry eyed every time - and incidentally, never about his fame of being on the telly. Just James himself. A friend for 5 years now.
Ed introduced you. It was a spur of the moment. You have been smitten ever since. You didn’t have the guts to tell him.
But there were moments when you wondered. Could he feel the same? It was too hard to confront such a thing.
It didn't occur to you straight away, not when you first met him. But over time, it built up bit by bit. Like laying it out - brick by brick. You were basically in love with him and you didn't know what to do about it.
And he is greeting you as he always does, with a goofy smile and a little cuddle and no matter how many times you have done it, the feeling still makes you swoon. How were you going to get over this? You wondered if it would just be easier rather than having to tell him how you felt.
You were out of your trance when he let go and gestured to you to sit.
"So, Y/n are you having your usual yeah or something else? It's my turn to treat us," he sat down and looked dead at you in the eye, a whimsical eyebrow raising.
But you start to argue, "No wait hang on I'm pretty sure it's mine you definitely paid last week-"
He fobs you off by shaking his head and putting his hand out, "Yeah yeah don't worry about it, honestly it’s no bother. I have something to tell you anyway and it's pretty big so I'm in the mood to treat us..."
You perk up at his words and look at him quizzingly, "What is it James? You ain't going to leave your best mate hanging already are ya?"
He was looking at you now with serious intent and it unnerved you slightly. Suddenly, nerves were climbing up to the surface again. You watched him as he rubbed his hands together.
"Ok, so... this is pretty big right, and I have been trying to figure out the best way to tell you but-"
"Oh for goodness sake James just bloody tell me already!"
As you say this he responds in unison, "I've met someone."
You went totally silent. You were speechless. You wanted the ground to swallow you up. You blinked hard and asked him to repeat those words you wished he hadn't said.
"I've- met someone... as in she's er, well, she's brilliant actually and I think it might be serious," he looked down shyly at his napkin on the table, fiddling with the cutlery.
You decided that all you can do is feign happiness. Be delighted for him. It was all you could do, you couldn't be mad at him for finding someone.
But the words were not coming. You felt like you were going to be sick. Maybe you had to get some air but you couldn't arouse suspicion. James knew you well enough after all.
"Uh-" you tried to say something. Still nothing.
"Y/n? Are you alright? Did I say something bad? I did say it was big..."
You put your arm out, trying not to alarm him and wanting to avoid him getting close to you so that he couldn't hear your heartbeat or your stomach churning. You stood up from your chair and managed to finally stifle up some form of words.
"Sorry, James, I don't know- I think I might be coming down with something? Sudden headache! I think. Might need to go home actually and you might have to tell me all the deets of how you met the lucky lady over the phone later. But yeah, I think I need to leave..."
"Y/n wait are you sure you don't just need to eat or take a break outside for a minute? I was looking forward to seeing you and I don't want you to leave. Maybe I could come back with you to yours instead I-"
Suddenly, without thinking, your voice became sharp and you looked at him sternly, "No! No James, please. Don't take me home, it's fine really. I'll be fine."
And you headed for the door, essentially storming off like a petulant child. You instantly started to regret your attitude at that moment, but it was too late now so you just had to turn away and leave.
Or at least you tried to leave, but it appeared James wasn't having it as you got to the door and he stopped you in your tracks. It would appear that a row was about to form, with anger splashed across your best friend's face. He rarely ever looked at you like this, but it had to happen occasionally. Fighting on the busy streets outside a cafe was not what you had planned for today.
He had grabbed your arm and was frowning, looking at you confused and annoyed.
"What the hell Y/n? Why did you snap at me like that? I was opening up to you about something really important to me and you just try to storm off and feed me bullshit about feeling ill? Tell me what's the problem now. I am not letting you go off and sulk..."
You groaned and looked away from him. Why couldn't you just be a decent friend and be happy for him? Why couldn't you just lie properly instead of wearing your damn feelings on your sleeve?
You crossed your arms and tried to explain it, trying to come up with something plausible.
"Look fine you’re right, that was shitty of me I know. I didn't give you a fair warning. But I guess it just really shocked me, you saying you met someone. Took me off guard I suppose," you still couldn't quite look him in the eye.
"I get that Y/n but you're my best mate. You're supposed to be straight with me. I mean you usually are! But I guess it wasn't fair of me either to spring this on you like that. I finally met someone and I just wanted to share my excitement with my favourite person in the whole wide world..." He started getting a little fidgety, you knowing he wasn't one for expressing admiration or being open about feelings. This was just all around uncomfortable for both of you.
And then you felt really bad. You looked at him with pure remorse and started to apologise while fiddling with your hair, "Shit James I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have reacted this way, period. It was really wrong of me. I am absolutely ready… to hear all and share your happiness with you," your teeth almost gritted with those final words. Some part of you wondered if he could tell that you still weren't being totally genuine.
He squinted his eyes and pointed his finger at you somewhat accusingly, "Hmmmm... there's something off. What are you hiding from me, hmm?"
You looked up at the sky and sighed heavily, praying for a flying saucer to grab you in that moment and take you to a distant land far away from here. But alas, no such luck.
You decided you had to be at least a bit more truthful. How you were going to word it though was tricky.
"OK ok James, you caught me. I guess, perhaps I am a little pissed that you didn't tell me that you were dating someone at least. I mean, how long have you waited to tell me? Why were you keeping it for so long?" You almost felt a bit smug for turning the tables on him. You also felt like such a prick too.
He nodded, accepting your answer and responded accordingly, "Ok yes, that's a fair point. But now you're giving me a chance to explain... I didn't want to tell you until I knew it was a bit more, well... serious. I didn't want to get excited before it was even anything real, you know? Her name is Clara, by the way."
Hmm, Clara. Sounds like someone he would date. Probably long legged, skinny and beautiful too. Your voice in your head sounded so pathetic. You hated feeling jealous. You didn't expect to be so overwhelmed by it.
"Clara, eh? She better be the real deal. She better not break your heart, otherwise I will find her house and kill her. You know that, right?"
James then laughed and his face softened, looking relieved that you weren't fighting anymore.
"James. I'm dead serious here. I will fucking murder her-"
He continued laughing and put his arm around you, dismissing your supposedly empty threat. Both of you started to stroll down the street to wherever it would go.
But you knew that despite appearances, you would do anything for this man - including attacking a woman who might cause him any sort of harm. And you insisted to yourself internally that Clara better step up to the plate. They had to be fucking dynamite; because the man you loved ought to match up as his equal of being the best person alive. Even if you knew that wasn't you.
To think, you were almost going to tell him how you felt that day.
He then looked at you dead in the eye, grabbed your hand and said with such sincerity and with those glittering, beautiful eyes, "Don't think this means that you won't be less important to me, Y/n. I don't want to become one of those people who becomes all consumed by their relationship. Clara will have to understand that I'll still make time for you. Especially when you need it."
You wanted to believe it but you knew that life doesn't work that way so you smiled sadly, almost a tear forming and shook your head, not expecting anything like that.
"No James, don't make promises like that. If Clara is really the right person for you, you prioritise that. You can't be closer to me than your potential future wife, or whatever. She could bear children for you, I can't do that."
You noticed a chord struck in James as you said that and he faltered, gently letting go of your hand. The penny had dropped. You knew your words must have really sunk in. You watched as he turned away from you, despite knowing his reluctance.
But just as quickly he turned back to you and with desperation, "Y/n, really. I don't want to lose you. You still can be just as important-"
You stopped him and put a finger on his lips. You then smiled genuinely at him, fighting every urge to kiss him then, knowing how amazing he was to even be so considerate to your feelings in that moment. You couldn't believe you hadn't started sobbing yet.
"You don't need to say anything James. Please. We are friends. We are nothing more..."
But he frowned at that, looking at you with sadness. And you didn't know why. Perhaps a fleeting moment? A slither of hope that could so easily be taken away? What was he thinking then?
He scratched his head and continued to frown, even though he still kept his eyes on you. In fact, you swore for a second that he looked down at your lips(??), but again must have been going mad. It was a strange day after all.
He then spoke so quietly, his voice practically whispering, "Yeah... friends. I guess that's better than not having you at all..."
And then you frowned at him, realising that you both were standing so awfully close to each other, his body just millimetres from touching yours. And you could feel that sickness again, but for a different reason. What the fuck did he mean by that?
And you wanted to ask him but instead you're frozen in time, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. You look up at him in a complete standstill, slightly gasping at the feel of his touch and you squeezed your eyes shut.
You then felt his lips touch your forehead and you opened your eyes to see him, his lips parted as he lifted his head back away from you. But soon you found yourself capturing his lips just that once, so gently and fleetingly. A quick peck. You couldn’t resist it.
He was surprised, quite rightly, his eyes darting around you and beginning to realise what had just happened. He pulled back and it honestly felt like a chain yanking at your heart. The waves were sinking you to the bottom.
You wondered if you might have to give up on your friendship with James to save yourself the worst heartache to come.
Note: OKAAYY I'M SORRY I DIDNT KNOW WHAT CAME OVER ME but somehow this became an unrequited drabble??? It was jsug improvised honestly like I just could imagine this happening and now I feel bad because the reader doesn't get a happy ending and I don't normally write angsty stuff like this but yeah here we are though I guess?? Please don't hate me!!
It's just drabble honestly. I think I wrote it OK? Let me know what you guys think! This is also just FYI nothing to do with Stumbled Into Laughter, Stumbled Into You so don't panic about that.
Peace x
P.s And noooo of course not, not me at all posting a fic on a Sunday night at nearly 1am in the morning - pfft, what am I like?
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tiredgoodomensfan · 21 days
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Fuck it we ball fanfic time. Gn reader x lars pinfield WOO
Okay WOO lmk if this is shit or ooc or anything, but im pretty happy with how this went :D its a little rushed, might redo it in the future idk. Also i made Y/N bit too much like me (northern) so watch out for that american readers SORRYYY. anwyays enjoy!
I am smart.
No don't laugh, I am, genuinely I am.
Maybe not in the way that others deem important, maybe not in the traditional sense, but I am bright.
Pinfield doesn't think so, the prick.
Every day I come into work, all smiling and welcoming, and what do I get in return? A roll of the eyes if I'm lucky.
Dickhead.
But I don't let him get to me, I love my job. My boss is chill, I love hanging out with Lucky, and the Spenglers seem nice! It's a good gig, really.
I'm the "PR guy" for Ghost Corps. Every time they fuck up and destroy a building or whatever I'm the one who covers it up. I'm a real smooth talker, 'gift of the gab' my mum used to call it.
The team needs me, I know that, they know that. Im crucial to the whole operation, the sole reason why that whiny mayor dude hasnt shut them down.
I'm the one who goes to press interviews, who goes on the radio or on TV. I'm the social media manager, I make videos, and post tweets, fuck I've even started a Ghostbusters youtube account! I deserve a raise honestly. #justiceforY/NthePRguy
I get on with everyone at work except for Pinfield, and I genuinely dont know why.
I've tried getting him to feature in videos, or explain the science of stuff to me so I can actually seem like I know what I'm talking about- but he just brushes me off.
Gary tries to reassure me about this on a daily basis. "Its nothing to do with you Y/N" he smiled one day, putting a hand on my shoulder and guiding me away from the busy scientist. "He doesnt really talk to anyone, he gets really passionate about his work"
"I get that, but there's no need for him to be a dick to me, he's got me thinking all kinds of shit honestly!" I replied, exhasperated "I've never done nowt to him"
Suddenly, Pinfield raised his head from his work, scrunching his eyebrows together. "thats a double negative" he commented, looking at me as if I was stupid. Great, It's the most he's ever spoken to me and its a fucking insult- atleast I think it is.
"you what?" I ask, making my way over to him despite Garys protests. I fold my arms, looking as menacing as i can (which ive been told isn't very menacing at all)
"I said its a double negative, if you've never done nothing then you must've done something" before I can reply, he adds onto the end "which you haven't, by the way. I dont know why you think that. I treat you the same as anyone else"
I can't explain why his answer bothers me so much, but it does. Why does he view me in the same way he views the others? That's hardly fair. I'm always welcoming to him, I make time out of my day to include him in things. I hate to admit it, but I genuinely admire him aswell. His love for all things paranormal, the way he gets so excited and proud when he gets to explain the science of ghost-catching to someone. It's oddly endearing.
I tell him as much (excpet for the stuff about him being endearing, he doenst need his ego inflated any more than it already is)
He looks confused, I've never seen him look like that- its weird. Arrogant? sure. Annoyed? when is he not bffr. Happy? Once or twice. But confused? Weird. This is the guy with all the answers, the smart one.
He thinks for a moment, before seemingly making a desision. He stands up with a small huff of exhasperation, and walks off.
As he goes past me, he grabs my arm, more gently than I thought he was capable of. Okay, i guess im coming too. Fun, roadtrip time.
He takes me out of the lab and down the corridor, into a relatively well lit small room.
"Well this is-" before i can speak properly, he cuts me off. Told you he was a prick.
"I dont understand you Y/N" he blurts out, looking at me, as if I'm some sort of specimin hes studying in the lab.
"Well good." I joke. I dont like the serious tone he's taking. Dont like how aware I am of his gaze. HATE the fact I can feel my cheeks burning. Gross. Pinfield is a dick, we've established this. Why the fuck am I BLUSHING because he's LOOKING at me? Bit embarassing, pull it together Y/LN.
He doenst like this though. He shakes his head, pacing around.
"No Y/N you dont get it. I understand everyone, sort of anyways. I've observed them, I can predict their reactions to things. I know what they're all like- but you're... I just dont understand! You're so happy and nice all the time, but you also get angry at stupid stuff, but never really properly angry? I cant make sense of it, genuinely. You've not done anything wrong, you can't do anything wrong. Thats frustrating too. It's like you're this perfect, beautiful person, and I've been trying to see flaws but I cant-" He rambles, speaking like hes just letting out one stream of constant thoughts. He seems stressed, poor guy.
I interupt him, grabbing his arm. "Hey, c'mon Pinfi- I- Lars. C'mon Lars. I'm not worth the stress mate" I try and reassure him, but that just agitates him more.
"See! That's just it! I've been horrible to you, I admit it. But you've kept trying with me! When I hurt my hand you were the one who bandaged it and put it in a sling"
(i had found him almost blacked out from the pain on the lab floor, even the memory of it sent a shiver down my spine)
"you were the only one that looked for me after we all nearly died fighting Garraka"
("Pinfield? Pinfield!? Oh my god, there you are! Thank fuck you're alright!" Okay maybe this tiny non-crush had been going on longer than i thought... christ)
"I dont like the thought of you hurt..." i muttered, embarrased. this definitely wasnt how i was expecting this conversation to go, fuck my life I was crushing on a nerdy scientist who defintely didn't like me back.
He stopped his pacing and walked over to me until the gap between us was non existant. He slowly, hesitantly, lifted his hand until he cupped my cheek.
"I don't like the thought of you upset because of me" he muttered, his voice low.
My heart completely stopped, my breath caught in my throat, was this happening? how was this happening? i swear this guy was like my mortal enemy not even 5 minutes ago. so many revelations were bieng made today...
I decided to be bold, why not? fuck it, i've got nothing to loose at this point.
I leaned in so our noses just grazed eachother, looking at him, really genuinely looking at him. his soft blue eyes that seemed to peer into my soul. Not pierce through it, like some weird blue eyed fuckers i knew, but looked. gently, tenderly, as if he was looking at everything i ever had been, or would be. like i was something beautiful, something to be treaured.
It made me want to sob at the thought. god, how disgustingly sweet.
"make up for it then" i whispered, the tension so thick i could cut it with a knife.
I'd planned on being the one to make the forst move, but apparently, that was all that Lars needed.
He kissed me. His soft lips pressed against mine, sotfly, tenderly, tentatively.
I could feel the anxiety radiating off of him, so i quickly reciprocated. More eagerly than i owuldve liked- but oh well.
I could feel his hand resting on my waist, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. It all felt so tender, so raw, not at all how i thought it would be.
I felt like a teenager again, and couldnt resist letting out a small giggle, making Lars pull away. He looked confused again, making me laugh once again.
"What?" he aksed, a sort of amused smile on his face.
"Nothing- sorry. Nothing at all. Just thinking of how fuming mums gonna be when i tell her ive got a posho for a boyfriend"
"I am NOT posh!"
"you are a littleee"
"I AM NO- wait- boyfriend?"
"oh shit didnt mean to say that bi-"
he cut me off with another kiss, this one much more confident.
It felt like a million fireworks were going off in my head, oh I could definetly get used to this feeling. This war, sweet, happy feeling. My senses were flooded with everything Lars. His taste, his smell, his touch.
I felt like I was learning to live again.
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spoiledcatlovingkid · 8 months
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Okay after spamming taskmaster for the last half an hour I am giving in and asking the internet void if anyone else has read the wonderful “Should’ve been obvious” fic by unquiet spirit on AO3??? I NEED to discuss
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bug-and-such · 1 month
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Just watched the new ghostbusters trailer. And my first thought was, "omygod is James the bad guy?!"
But I don't think that's the case here.
It's just from a first glance it seemed like, y'know, the weird/pathetic character becomes a monster trope. Seen it before, but I'm always down for it.
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victorluvsalice · 4 months
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Merry Christmas Newt!
@dont-offend-the-bees Sooo, you had no specific prompts for me, which opened the floor for me to write something -- weird. Something that combined a couple of things I know you're interested in, because I've seen them on your tumblr. Something that, specifically, crossed over your new obsession with the Saw movies...with a certain British gameshow hosted by Greg Davies that I myself rather like. I actually came up with this idea a little while back and meant to message you about it, but forgot -- and I'm kind of glad I did, because that allowed me to write this ridiculous thing as a surprise. XD Hope you find it funny!
Tasksaw
“Well – we’re in a bit of a pickle, aren’t we?”
“I’d say it’s more than just a pickle,” Josh snapped back, tugging on the chain attaching his leg to the wall to test its strength. Depressingly, it seemed to be pretty damn well bolted in there. “Or do you get drugged and wake up in moldy old bathrooms with your leg manacled to the nearest wall often?”
“I can’t say I have,” the other fellow – who’d introduced himself as James – admitted, giving his leg a cursory kick. The chain attached to it rattled, snaking across the filthy floor. “Though I have been in my fair share of shitty bathrooms before.”
Josh squinted at him. “Was that an intentional pun, or. . . ?”
James just gave him a smirk – which was quickly replaced by a frown as he looked around the room again. “It is a very odd place, though. You have any idea why we’re here?”
“Not a bloody clue, mate,” Josh said, letting his chain slip from his hands. “I mean, obviously we pissed off somebody, but I don’t know who or why.”
“Yeah, me either. The guys in Pindrop weren’t that upset about us breaking up,” James muttered, scratching his head. “Which was actually a bit insulting, if you think about it – oh! Hang on!” He snapped his fingers, pointing frantically at Josh. “We need to check that our kidneys haven’t been stolen!”
“Our – our kidneys?” Josh repeated, baffled.
“Yeah! That’s the main reason people get kidnapped, isn’t it?” James said, rolling up the side of his shirt to stare at his abdomen. “To get their organs harvested? And I rather appreciate having my kidneys inside my body!”
“You’ve been reading too many conspiracy theory sites,” Josh said – though he did slip a hand under his shirt, just to feel for any new scars. “Besides, I think we should have woken up in a bathtub full of ice if that was the case.”
“Nobody said our kidnappers had to be good at harvesting organs.”
“Excuse me!”
Both men looked up as the door on the far wall, just out of reach of their chains, opened, admitting a rather awkward-looking man with a scruffy beard and gapped teeth, dressed in a smart black suit and carrying an iPad. “Hello,” he greeted them, with a smile that didn’t seem entirely natural. “Would you like to play a game?”
Josh stared for a moment, trying and failing to come up with an appropriate way to respond to this. “Um. . .”
“What game?” James said, rolling his shirt back down and giving the newcomer a suspicious look. “Who are you?”
“Right, right, let me just. . .”
The man did something on his iPad, then held it up, displaying an image of a rather portly and extremely tall late-middle-aged man in glasses, sat upon an ornate golden throne. “GREETINGS, PEONS!” a powerful voice rang out from the tinny speakers. “Allow me to introduce myself – I am THE TASKMASTER! Your one true love, your reason for getting up in the morning, your NEW GOD AND MASTER! Over the next few days, I shall set you a series of tasks, overseen by my admin and general puppet-man Little Alex Horne! I shall score these tasks according to my whims, and at the end of our time together, whoever scores the most points wins the most valuable prize of all – THEIR LIFE! The loser will be killed in an appropriately ironic fashion. So play well, and amuse me. Puppet-man, I leave things in your hands. DON’T SCREW THIS UP!”
The recording ended in a burst of simulated static. The man – Alex – immediately pulled a piece of paper, folded and sealed with a red wax bearing a “TM” logo, out of his jacket and delivered it to Josh. “If you could just read that aloud, please?”
Completely and utterly baffled, Josh broke the seal and unfolded the paper. “‘Clean your half of this bathroom,” he read out. “‘Cleanest bathroom half wins. You have one hour. Your time starts now.’” He blinked, then looked up at Alex. “Clean – what? How?”
“All the information’s on the task,” Alex replied calmly, starting up a timer on his iPad.
Josh facepalmed into the paper. “Seriously? You’re going to be like this?”
“Well well well – looks like we’re going head to head on this one, Josh!” James said, with perhaps more enthusiasm than the situation warranted. “And I plan to win – puppet-man! Get me a cabbage and a red dress.”
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mary-canary · 8 months
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I’m so deep in my Red, White, and Royal Blue obsession that I’m writing a transcript fanfic of Henry going on the Off Menu Podcast.
Put your thoughts on Henry’s fav foods in the tags (aside from Jaffa Cakes)
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lexstellaris · 10 months
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Didn't want to bury this in the comments, but if you're after my Domme Liza fics, these are the ones you want, listed in chronological order. They're all from the Lord Greg AU. <3 There's also one other fic I didn't write but it is part of the AU so I'll add it here too.
Main Fics:
Stuck On You (739 words) by Sashataakheru Fandom: Taskmaster (UK TV) RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Liza Tarbuck/Sally Phillips Characters: Liza Tarbuck, Sally Phillips Additional Tags: nippleplay, Light D/s, f/f - Freeform, Switches, University AU, Experiments, Kink Discovery, practicing techniques, Fingering, Biting, sucking, Licking, Pinching, pain play, light bratting, Hair Tugging, Slacking Off, tiddies, Best Friends, Kissing, Marking, Ownership, Community: seasonofkink Summary: Liza is never going to complain about Sally wanting to suck her tits, because she always makes it feel so damn good.
Marionette (1878 words) by Sashataakheru Fandom: Taskmaster (UK TV) RPF, British Comedy RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Liza Tarbuck/Victoria Coren Mitchell/Greg Davies Characters: Liza Tarbuck, Victoria Coren Mitchell, Greg Davies Additional Tags: Aftercare, Femdom, Co-Topping, Sub!Greg, Suspension, Massage, Threesome, Kink Parties, Gentleness, Cuddling, Subspace, Trance - Freeform, Blindfolds, Chocolate, Hand-feeding, Light D/s, Comfort fic, ropes Summary: Sure, Greg did love doing rope suspension in front of a crowd, but he also loved more than anything was the aftercare he got once his Ladies had had their fun with him.
Mother Of The House (1588 words) by Sashataakheru Fandom: Taskmaster (UK TV) RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Liza Tarbuck/others, Joe Lycett/Noel Fielding, OMC/Greg Davies/Alex Horne, Liza Tarbuck/James Acaster, Liza Tarbuck/Greg Davies/Alex Horne, Sally Phillips/Aisling Bea, Liza Tarbuck/Aisling Bea, Greg Davies/Sally Phillips, Liza Tarbuck/Sally Phillips Characters: Liza Tarbuck, Greg Davies, Alex Horne, Sally Phillips, Joe Lycett, Noel Fielding, Aisling Bea, Original Characters Additional Tags: Suspension, Whipping, Subspace, Blindfolds, Submission, Obedience, Mothering, Daddy/boi, Responsible Kink Mum Liza, D/s, Aftercare, ropes, Shibari, Anal hooks, Kneeling, Cock Sucking, correct posture, Restraints, Collars, Public Kink, Kink Parties, Pain Kink, Cunnilingus, Chains, quiet moments, Late Nights, not quite an orgy Summary: Liza always makes sure she takes care of her guests when they come to her kink parties.
Not A Consolation Prize (1030 words) by Sashataakheru Fandom: Taskmaster (UK TV) RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Liza Tarbuck/Aisling Bea, background Sally Phillips/Aisling Bea, background Sally Phillips/Greg Davies, background Sally Phillips & Liza Tarbuck Characters: Liza Tarbuck, Aisling Bea Additional Tags: Vibrators, D/s, Sex Toys, rabbit vibe, Forced Orgasms, Restraints, f/f - Freeform, st andrew's cross, Flogging, Teasing, Edging, Bratty Submissive, Bratting, Bragging, brat taming, Aftercare, taking care of other people's submissives, Female Friendship, Longing, Community: seasonofkink, Kink Parties Summary: Set after Mother of the House. Sally has gone off somewhere with Greg, leaving Aisling behind for Liza to play with. Liza does not mind this at all. It's been a while since she got to tend to her own pleasure at one of her own parties.
As background pairings/minor roles:
In For The Kill (14696 words) by Sashataakheru Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Taskmaster (UK TV) RPF, British Comedy RPF Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Victoria Coren Mitchell/Greg Davies, Greg Davies/OMC, background/past Liza Tarbuck/Victoria Coren Mitchell/Greg Davies, Victoria Coren Mitchell/others, background Greg Davies/Alex Horne Characters: Victoria Coren Mitchell, Greg Davies, Original Characters Additional Tags: D/s, Femdom, poker parties, rigged matches, Revenge, Fingering, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, cock-sucking, Undressing, Opportunistic Sex, Flirting, Seduction, Public Sex, Restraints, ropes, Chains, Cuffs, Suspension, Bondage Furniture, Erotic Photography, Shibari, Rope Bondage, Helplessness, Trance - Freeform, Subspace, Aftercare, Edging, Threesome, Objectification, meditative trance, Blindfolds, Sensory Deprivation, Silence, Touch, Sensual touch, Kissing, Spanking, Whipping, Flogging, Pain Kink, Kneeling, Master/Servant, posture collars, Teasing, Gift Fic, Bisexuality, Old Lovers, Includes Fanart, Fanart Summary: Greg thought he was going back to one of Victoria's parties simply at the request of an old friend he hadn't seen in years. Victoria had other ideas. Includes fanart in 2nd chapter.
How The Lion Got Its Claws (814 words) by littleb0d Fandom: Taskmaster (UK TV) RPF, British Comedy RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Greg Davies/Liza Tarbuck, Greg Davies/Joe Lycett/Noel Fielding/Max (OC) Characters: Greg Davies, Liza Tarbuck, Joe Lycett, Noel Fielding, Max (OC) Additional Tags: Original Disabled Character, Original Nonbinary Character - Freeform, all the feels, Fluff, Teasing, Whump, Aftercare, Switchy Feels Summary: The one where Max has a large helping of self-discovery...
Reindeer Games (1774 words) by Sashataakheru Fandom: Taskmaster (UK TV) RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Greg Davies/Alex Horne/James Acaster Characters: Greg Davies, Alex Horne (British Comedy RPF), James Acaster, Liza Tarbuck Additional Tags: Advent Calendar, Taskmaster Advent Calendar, D/s, Daddy/boi, leathermen, Found Families, leather clans, kink balls, Kink Parties, Play Parties, Christmas Parties, Costumes, Dress-Ups, reindeer costumes, Father Christmas - Freeform, Elves, gift-giving, Traditions, Ownership, Collars, Gifts, Animal Play, Obedience, pulling a sleigh, nobility au, Bratty Subs, Submission, Whipping, Slapping, correction Summary: Dec 8: Christmas parties - It's James' first time at the annual Christmas kink party that Lord Greg and his family always attends, and this year, along with Alex, he gets to be part of a very sacred tradition, that of playing one of Father Christmas' reindeer.
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Bonus Liza fics where she isn't necessarily being Dommy but she is def doing some match-making. Part of an old King Greg AU. <3
Because I'm Punk (1197 words) by Sashataakheru Fandoms: Taskmaster (UK TV) RPF Rating: Mature Characters: genderfluid!James Acaster, Liza Tarbuck Additional Tags: Gender Play, Androgyny, masque balls, royal au, Costumes, Clothing, Gender Weirdness, genderfluid!James Acaster - Freeform, Magical Clothing, Seduction, Mystery, Anonymity, Masks, Boots - Freeform, Fur, Leather, Spikes, Collars, dressing for your gender, nonbinary clothing, gender mess, Community: seasonofkink Summary: The Yule Games are approaching, and so is the Masque Ball that opens the games. James always tries his best to master the perfect genderqueer look, and never quite manages it. That is, until Liza comes along, giving him an outfit that's absolutely perfect.
Burning Desire (3500 words) by Sashataakheru Fandom: Taskmaster (UK TV) RPF Rating: Mature Relationships: Joe Lycett/James Acaster Characters: Joe Lycett, James Acaster, Liza Tarbuck Additional Tags: cross-dressing, masque balls, Costumes, Drag, Anonymity, Masks, Seduction, Teasing, Flirting, hook-ups, Banter, Sexy Dancing, Kissing, Held Down, Blindfolds, Restraints, pain play, CBT, implied multiple orgasms, Implied D/s, Aftercare, Community: seasonofkink Summary: With Liza's encouragement, James sets out to seduce Joe Lycett at the Winter Masque once and for all. Assuming Joe doesn't seduce him first, of course.
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finch-archivist · 27 days
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why do no GOOD fanfics of niche fandoms exist!!! i just want a james acaster fic that isn’t him shagging ed gamble or alex horne pls bro
(hi sid i know you’ll agree @sidifyy )
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atinyspoons · 8 months
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I started a Wolfstar fanfic that’s British bake-off and now I really want someone to write another but with one of them acting like James Acaster in the time he was on British bake-off.
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ghoultrifle · 4 months
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❤️🖤🔐🔎🍀
❤️ how tall are you?
i am 5'8" (if you round up) which is about 172cm :))
🖤 favorite hobbies outside of your blog
i'm a big fan of the comedy scene in the uk !! i've seen ed gamble twice (got his next tour booked too eeeeeee) and james acaster twice as well :)) would highly recommend !!
🔐 something no one would guess about you
anyone who knows me irl would probably never guess i write fanfic askhflsadk all i ever did for the first 16 years of my life (until i could stop taking english as a subject) was bitch and moan about how much i hated writing lmao
🔍 what character do you enjoy writing for the most
either dewdrop or phantom depending on what i'm projecting skjdfhlkd writing 'there's a first time for everything' with trans dew has been so important to me :')
🍀 what is your comfort show/series and why is it your comfort show? How has it helped you?
hmm i'm torn between heartstopper and young royals. they're both such impactful shows that have made me cry far too much. just seeing people like me represented in media is sooooo :')) sex education has actually been really good for that too !! it's the first show i've seen feature a t4t sex scene :0
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Just a quick one on The Sleepover Fic
Pals, I’m really sorry to inform you that, I’ll no longer be writing Acaster works.
To put a long story short - I’m friends with a friend of his and it’s making me feel weird to try and write about him as a character with the potential of meeting him face to face. Especially smut lol.
Thanks for all the love on the sleepover fic, I wrote it when I was going through a lot and needed some escapism. So I’m glad it’s brought a lot of people joy over the years.
If you’ve enjoyed my writing I do also write BBC Merlin work and am still taking requests for that.
I’ll be taking no further questions at this time
Lots of love x
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Here we go! This is the currently official poster for Stumbled Into Laughter, Stumbled Into You - a James Acaster x Reader (and slightly Rhys James x Reader) story.
Summary: The year is 2019, and life has been quite dull for you since working in various jobs that you hate after graduating from university back in 2011. You used to do stand up comedy at uni but you’ve been putting off pursuing it properly due to lack of confidence and motivation. Your best mates decide to encourage you to try a comedy mic night for the first time in years and it is then you stumble across your old friend Rhys James again. That’s when your life gets turned around as you dive into the world of the comedy circuit and become close with famous comedians. In the midst of it all, you end up meeting a particularly distinctive red headed fellow who could become the very thing that brings meaning to your life again.
If you haven't had the opportunity yet to read it yet then here is the Ao3 link to all 3 chapters so far: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33748507/chapters/83886967
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tiredgoodomensfan · 21 days
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debating writing another Lars fanfic but also realising I not only have no idea about any of the science of it so 90% will be just pure waffle, but I also can't remember any of the other characters' names for the life of me bcs I've never watched a ghostbusters film before. So now I'm just word-vomiting and praying to the fanfic gods ill come up with a good idea
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crave-mp3 · 7 months
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it's so weird that james acaster, ed gamble, and also nish kumar all lived together at some point. it sounds like a fanfic premise
huh it really does!! are there any crazy stores of their time together?
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bookgeekgrrl · 1 year
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My media this week (13-19 Nov 2022)
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📚 STUFF I READ 📚
😍 👂‍Ocean's Echo (Everina Maxwell, author; Raphael Corkhill, narrator) - same universe as Winter's Orbit but completely unrelated so you absolutely can read this standalone. where WO was a sci-fi romance, this is more a romantic sci-fi. Lots of space military and politicking and being used as pawns in everyone else's games. I absolutely adore Tennal, who shows up to everything with an "I think I will cause problems on purpose!" mindset and Surit, whose steadfast moral compass makes him a great soldier right up until orders conflict with that bone-deep conviction. I also really dug the expanded world building; genuinely hope there'll be more books where we get more of it.
😍 Itsy Bitsy Yoga (wearing_tearing) - reread, 59K - Stucky no powers AU with single dad Steve and toddler yoga teacher Bucky - soft & fluffy as a fleece blanket straight out the dryer
😍 Daniel Cabot Puts Down Roots (The Cabots #3) (Cat Sebastian) - every book in this series is solid gold and this is no exception - great execution of the 'didn't realize we were already dating' trope. also Cat had this to say about it in her last newsletter and I think it's so dead on accurate: Earlier this year I read a slew of Kirk-McCoy fanfic in which those two fools didn't realize they were dating. I was enthralled. Delighted. Mesmerized. I took to social media to complain about the lack of this trope in commercial fiction and, predictably, within 48 hours was drafting this book. And thus was born Daniel Cabot Puts Down Roots, in which two people love one another very much and then later on realize they've been in a relationship all along. I think (and I'm spitballing here) that there may be something inherently queer about this trope, maybe because in order for it to work, the characters pretty much have to be in some kind of queerplatonic relationship to begin with. Also, there may be something queer or queer-friendly about how even discussing this kind of relationship involves getting into the weeds about what constitutes a relationship in the first place, which kind of goes against the grain of a heteronormative prix fixe one size fits all relationships? 
💖💖 +107K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖
love you like rlb (orphan_account) - MCU: Stucky, 3.4K - reread of this fave - forever grateful the original creator chose to orphan it and leave it available rather than remove it entirely
Ninety-Nine Problems (lordeofstucky) - MCU: no powers omegaverse, 27K - reread; semi-traditional omegaverse with some absolutely premier dirty talk from steve
Stevie Doesn't Know (aaliona) - Stranger Things: Steddie, 34K - a fun little rock star/barista AU
📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺
The Big Brunch - s1, e1-3 - this has the same peaceful vibes as the original flavor GBBO and I love it
Death In Paradise - Christmas Special 2021; s11, e1
Leverage: Redemption - s2, e1-3 - delighted to have my beloved thief family back again
Abbott Elementary - s2, e8
🎧 PODCASTS 🎧
Ologies with Alie Ward - Bryology (MOSS) Encore with Dr. Robin Wall Kimmerer
Switched on Pop - Willow Smith rocks harder
Decoder Ring Plus - The Truth About #TheDress
Vibe Check - All Skinfolk Ain’t Kinfolk - this podcast is THE BEST WAY to start your Wednesday!
It's Been a Minute - 'Abbott Elementary' gets teachers
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Trailing of the Sheep
Shedunnit Book Club - Clerical Crimes
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - African Heritage House
99% Invisible #405 - Freedom House Ambulance Service: American Sirens
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Larry Spring Museum of Common Sense Physics
One Year Plus - 1942: When Internment Came to Alaska
The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Tanks of Flamenco Beach
Twenty Thousand Hertz+ - Synth War II: Digital Doom
Song Exploder - Omah Lay "Never Forget"
Off Menu with Ed Gamble and James Acaster - Ep 151: Rob Brydon
Into It - 'Wakanda' Over It or: How I Learned to Come to Terms with 'Black Panther' Ambivalence
Off Menu with Ed Gamble and James Acaster - Ep 21: Dara O Briain
🎶 MUSIC 🎶
my "Invisible Miracle Sledgehammer" playlist - basically just all of Genesis, Peter Gabriel, Phil Collins & Mike and the Mechanics discography 😆
CREDITS: Joe Strummer
Meet Me @ the Altar
The Donnas
Swinging Sixties Hits
Bruno Mars Radio • Upbeat
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