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Fellow Travelers Fic Recs | March Recap
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🛠️ March was a celebration of fix-its! Check out our recap for the March Fix-It event hosted by @fellow-travelers-events
📣 The Features of the Month posts can be found here:
Fic of the Month for March is:
A Patchwork Life by likerealpeopledo | @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3
Author of the Month for March is:
@bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar)
WIPs of the Month
🍀 do these teeth still match the wound
by brokendrums [E, 21K]
It’s natural. There’s no sin in it. That’s all Hawk keeps saying. Whispers it to him as he pulls on Tim’s shirt, says it again when he tugs down his zipper, scrapes it across his jaw on the end of a kiss. There's no sin in taking what is gratefully given, no sin in the purest of heart. Not when you're praying at the altar of Hawkins Fuller.
What if it took a little longer for Tim to gather the courage to do the right thing and give himself up. His time in the cabin stretched out for a few extra weeks.
🍀 A Disaster, Beyond Measure
by drabbleswabbles [NR, 20K]
Hawkins Fuller is a campaign manager with a PR disaster on his hands. The solution involves pretending to date none other than Timothy Laughlin.
Featuring: unrealistic portrayals of the life and job of a campaign manager for the sake of the fake dating trope.
🍀 Only The Lucky Ones Come Home
by @jesterlesbian | captainquint [M, 1K]
It didn’t make sense. Kenny wasn’t in Italy, he wasn’t in Europe. He was sent somewhere in the Pacific, Hawk wasn’t quite sure. That was the last he had heard. So how could Kenneth Willard be bleeding out at his feet in Velletri?
“You did this.”
The blood in Hawk’s veins turned to ice at Kenny’s words.
Hawk has a nightmare about his time in the war.
🍀 In Sickness or In Health by Joycee [M, 12K]
Instead of Tim, it’s Hawk who has AIDS.
🍀 we'll be on the road like Jack Kerouac
by @jesterlesbian | captainquint [M, 4K]
He tried to think of what Tim would do or say. The man who had only spoken to his son a handful of times over one weekend in 1968, but had seemed to understand him far better than Hawk ever had.
The business card felt like it was burning a hole in his pocket.
An idea burst to life in Hawk’s mind. This was an emergency if he’d ever seen one.
“What would you say to coming with me to San Francisco?”
Hawk and Jackson go on a cross-country road trip to San Francisco.
🍀 🪴His great consuming lovage*🪴
by @carnivalrow | nightfall_in_winter [G, 2K]
Tim's potted plant has a story to tell…
🍀 Dreams Enfold You
by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 1K]
Tim is sick but won't sleep. Hawk finds a way to make him.
🍀 Sands of Time (Turn Backwards)
by @brouill3r | brouiller [NR, 22K]
1987 Hawkins Fuller is full of regrets for the life he's lived, though Tim once told him he regrets nothing. Hawk so wishes he could say the same.
In the still night air of a hotel room, clutching a cracked paperweight to his chest like it's carved of the finest gold, Hawk gets his wish.
Or, a time-travel fix-it fic that nobody asked for.
🍀 this time imperfect
by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup [T, 13K]
1986. Marcus arrives at Hawk's house and gives him a box. Marcus doesn't know that paperweight in the box is a time traveling device. Will Hawk change anything, given the chance? We'll see.
🍀 Sometimes it's worth the pain
by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [NR, 1K]
Hawk wakes up in the morning in Tim's arms.
🍀 At the End of a Long Day
by @carrotcakecrumble | LuxLox [T, 1K]
The words, which were just that, words, were too distilled and clean to have any association with Tim in his mind.
He’s passed. Yesterday. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m only just calling now.
(Mary rings Hawk to tell him that Tim has died.)
🍀 I Sing the Body Electric
by telescape8 [M, 28K]
Modern AU. It all starts on Election Night 2016. Tim falls hard. Hawk falls harder.
🍀 If it's magic...
by @redmyeyes | redmyeyes [M, 1K]
It’s just fondness. It’s not love.
🍀 Here We Are In Heaven
by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 1K]
Though it happened hours before, Hawk could see it so clearly now. That green space, lined in flowers. Marcus's proud smile. Jackson's hand, so steady as it placed that simple band of silver in Hawk's palm. And Tim.
A snippet of Hawk and Tim's reception.
🍀 With all due respect, fuck congestion
by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [T, 2K]
Tim and Hawk are going through their closet to find some clothes to donate, but Tim isn't feeling great.
🍀 where are lies (when no words are spoken)
by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup [G, 480]
“So,” Marcus starts with a smirk. “Tim.”
They’ve known each other for years, and Marcus really doesn’t need to ask questions for Hawk to understand him. Why him? What is special about him?
But the thing is, it works well the other way around. Hawk gives him a meaningful look. I don’t know what you are talking about.
Or a conversation between Marcus and Hawk set not long after Hawk took Tim at Cozy Corner in episode 1
🍀 Cutting this short would be most logical option
by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [T, 4K]
It's a lovely day in 1980 and Tim's enjoying a quiet day off. Then there's a knock on his door.
🍀 Lights go down, and I hear you calling to me, yeah
by @behindthesefangirleyes | SilverShadow1 [M, 512]
There was intrigue. There was wonder.
Hawk’s damn heart literally skipped a beat.
Skippy.
Or, the real answer to: “Who’s Skippy?”
🍀 Of Snuggles and Waffles
by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 2K]
It's a beautiful Saturday morning and Tim should be sleeping in. Unfortunately, Hawk has other plans.
🍀 The Fixer
by drabbleswabbles [NR, 3K]
Instead of Leonard, Hawk is the one arrested in a park bathroom.
🍀 You might not wear blue often, but it's still your color
by @timothydavidlaughlin | mauralabingi [G, 2K]
Hawk is struggling. Then he gets a package in the mail.
🍀 All Dressed Up To Go Dreaming
by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [T, 4K]
Naples, 1955. Hawk and Tim's first vacation together.
🍀 She's the lady of the house, a blind believer in all I dare to be by @behindthesefangirleyes | SilverShadow1 [M, 5K]
“A boy needs his mother’s respect. Not only her love, but also her respect.” – Emerson Eggerichs
Or, 5 times Estelle Fuller is there for Hawk, 1 time Hawk is there for himself.
🍀 To Millions of Smiles
by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 1K]
Hawk comes home to a surprise.
🍀 Fetch
by @deputy-buck | Deputy_Buck [T, 1K]
Hawk was consumed in drafting a small speech for a function Senator Smith had organized —something about acknowledging McCarthy's threat to the State Department but encouraging diplomacy— when Tim showed up on his doorstep looking like a kicked puppy. His boy promised that he would be quiet and that all he needed was to be somewhere safe while he felt this way.
🍀 gold-skinned, eager baby
by @lispenard-street | lispenardstreet [E, 10K]
Tim sets out for Fire Island with a single goal: to dig Hawk out of his pit of self-destruction.
As it turns out, Hawk is after something else entirely.
A 1979 fix-it… of sorts.
#fellow travelers fic recs#ftfics monthly recap#fellow travelers fics#fellow travelers fics monthly recap#ftfics March recap#fellow travelers#ftfics mar24
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MARCH FIC RECAP
I read 32 fics in march and reread 1.
From several fandoms : larry, rwrb, tarlos, drarry, athelnar, cmbyn, sterek, obikin.
As always, I'm infinitely grateful to all the authors for their gifts and to AO3 for being this space for sharing.
Apart from my re-reading, which I'll talk about at the end of this post, I particularly enjoyed 6 of these fics.
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2 Larry :
Landslide, by @aimmyarrowshighaes, spibsy (lucy_and_ramona)
Explicit, 143k words, completed 2014-02-19
Historical AU, 70s AU, Strangers to lovers
Summary
The year is 1976. In November, Jimmy Carter will take control of the White House. Americans are meeting Laverne & Shirley at their apartment in Milwaukee. Hotel California diverges from the reign of Kool & the Gang. And the FBI is still reeling from the repercussions of Watergate, the tragedy at Wounded Knee, Operation Family Secrets, and the strategic terrors of the anti-cult movement.
That's what Special Agent Harry Styles has been told is the basis of his mission to an abandoned farmhouse in rural New Hampshire.
With his hair grown out long and his shirt untucked, he's going undercover to do reconnaissance on suspected cult leader Louis Tomlinson, who has led a group of people out into the middle of nowhere, leaving no record of the life he'd had before. All Harry knows is what the agency gave him: Tomlinson's name, and instructions to figure out what he's doing with the eleven people he brought with him.
In the year that Harry spends undercover and under Louis Tomlinson's wing, he learns more than he ever expected.
What I liked :
This story is perfect : masterful scenario, well crafted characters, and a very special and absolutely unique atmosphere, all to achieve about how a remote place can help you find in someone the home you were looking for...
@louisbumpenguin did this superb cover :
With blood and soft stitches, by @bravestyles
Not Rated, 57k words, completed 2020-07-30
Established relationships, suicide attempt, hurt/comfort
Summary :
After a failed suicide attempt and a three month long coma, Harry wakes up.
What I liked :
Suicide, depression… It's not an easy subject… And yet the author comes up with a story that is all sensitivity and emotion. They describe perfectly what it's like to go wrong, even when you love your husband, even when, from the outside, everything seems to be going well. The distress of Louis, the husband who almost lost his love, is also palpable and poignant.
Both characters are amazing, and it's literally impossible not to fall in love with Louis, who reminds me TTS Louis, a marvel of solidity and devotion to his other half.
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2 Drarry :
Life lessons, by @bixgirl1
Explicit, 68k words, completed 2019-06-04
Enemies to friends to lovers
Fic post
Summary :
On the cusp of a promotion, Harry needs a little help with his image. Enter Draco Malfoy — who doesn't really do that, Potter — to whip him into shape… and make him feel things he hasn't for a very long time.
Featuring: odd jobs, surprising chemistry, lots of accidental kissing, the Prophet living up to type, owls exhausted by the carrying of dirty letters, a secret no one can talk about, a merry band of Slytherins (none of whom really approve), and an enchanted mirror (who really, really does).
What I liked
This is another one of those drarry fics where I fall in love with both characters and their stories, each so different yet so compatible.
The Cabin Trip, by @gallifrey1sburning
Explicit, 23k words, completed 2021-02-22
Friends to lovers, Sharing a bed, Pining
Fic post
Summary :
When Harry decides to swap his house in London for a cabin in the Catskill Mountains for a week, he’s excited for the chance to take a vacation with a group of his closest friends. He’s positive that his long-standing crush on Draco won’t be a problem; he’s been handling it just fine for years, after all. Unfortunately, he wasn’t counting on those tiny swim trunks. Or the way Draco licks melted chocolate off his fingers. Or having to rescue him from a rogue shower. And he definitely wasn’t counting on Draco deciding to sleep in Harry’s bed. But it’s going to be fine. Right?
Featuring: gender fuckery fashion icon Blaise Zabini, Greg Goyle as “the dad friend,” Luna Lovegood petting wild animals that she absolutely should not be petting, and Harry and Draco not being nearly as subtle as they think they are.
What I Liked :
This fic is a sort of grand epilogue, set against the backdrop of a beautiful cabin in the Canadian woods, with a lake, obviously a shared bed, pining and a great bunch of friends. A lovely serotonin moment. I could have gone on for pages and pages.
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1 Tarlos :
No rules in breakable heaven, by @strandnreyes
Explicit, 75k words, completeted 2023-07-27
Private chef AU, friends with benefits
Fic post
Summary
Carlos doesn't know what to expect when he takes a position as a private chef in the Hamptons for the summer. All he knows is that he needs a job, and one that puts a roof over his head, gives him a chance to practice his craft, and will look great on his CV is more than he could ask for. Turns out he has no idea what he’s in for.
What I liked :
I sincerely hope that the author continues to write for a long time to come, because every time, it's a joy to read. Carlos and TK are beautiful, moving and touching, no matter what reality they find themselves in, and this AU private chef is no exception.
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1 Athelnar (Vikings) :
Uppsalir, by @gwylliondream
Mature, 66k words, completed 2019-02-01
Strangers (Or Enemies ?) to lovers, slow burn
Fic post (kind of)
Summary :
In the raid at Lindisfarne, Ragnar takes a blow to the head and is knocked unconscious. Thinking Ragnar is dead, his kinsmen leave him behind on the beach. When Ragnar awakens, he suffers from amnesia. He cannot remember why he sailed west, or what transpired at the monastery. Athelstan discovers his bruised body on the shore, and they embark on an adventure that challenges their faiths, their lives, and their love.
What I liked :
Years ago, I was really into the Vikings series. And all my interest collapsed when Athelstan died (I don't suppose I'm spoiling anything for anyone?), because G. Blagden was due to join the Versailles series.
Here we are in 2024, I'm discovering Uppsalir on AO3 and omg it's a gem! It's a shame that such perfections don't have more readers, for lack of a more popular fandom…
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My monthly reread :
We cant take the long road home, by @pinkcords
larry fic
Explicit, 45k words, completed 2020-07-09
Road trip AU, strangers to lovers, pining
Fic post
Summary
Late afternoon seeps into the cab, just shy of too warm, and the breeze that crosses window to window tosses their hair in their eyes, around their faces. They ride in pleasant silence, the radio humming softly in the background as they speed down the coast, and when Louis looks over, Harry’s smiling to himself, a private happiness born from whatever’s going on in his head. Louis likes to think it has something to do with him, or at the very least, this adventure they’ve embarked on together, chosen to see through to San Diego.
Or, Harry and Louis fall in love down the coast of California.
What I liked :
I finished March by rereading this fic after watching a TV documentary about the Seattle area with my mum (Easter weekend).
This is the third time I've reread it, and the third time I've loved it!
It's got some of my favourite ingredients: road trip, pining, a lonely character whose heart gradually opens up, beautiful landscapes, pining, emotion…
Really, We can take the long road home is one of my all time favourite fics.
What's more, there's a lighthouse and a sea glass found on a beach…
#monthly fic rec#my fics recs#fic rec list#fic rec#fic rec recap#larry fic rec#drarry fic rec#tarlos fic rec#viking fic
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Writing Update: October 2023
October was touch-and-go, writing-wise—i did, in fact, get things done, but as almost always: not as much as I wanted. (I consistently, I am learning, aim high.) I accomplished some of the goals I set out to achieve at the end of September, but even of the ones I didn’t fully accomplish, I still made progress on.
Total wordcount: 11, 052
Highlights:
Posted the first three chapters of the BDSM AU, Paradigm (which is here)
Made significant headway on chapter 5 of the BDSM AU; the final scene is about half-done
Whipped up December’s batch of Patreon content
Worked on the next chapter of the arranged marriage fic, In Parts and Pieces (here)
Made a shocking amount of progress on the Demon Eskel AU I’m writing with @piceuscelus (here)
Made enough progress to be almost done the paid writing piece I’m working on
Goals for November:
Finish that paid writing piece
Finish and post chapter 5 of the BDSM AU
Start—and hopefully finish—chapter 6 of the BDSM AU
Finish and post the birthday fic I’ve got started
Edit and schedule December’s Patreon content
Start working on January’s batch of Patreon stuff
#K speaks#writing#my fanfic#my original fic#Patreon#fandom#fanfiction#fandom life#long live fandom#Steter#Stiles Stilinski#Peter Hale#kink is not the enemy#girl Stiles#Eskel#Eskel my beloved#Cirilla Fiona Elen Riannon#piceuscelus: tales from the pit#2023 monthly recap#shameless self-promotion
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okay i'm gonna do a thing
I have been doing monthly fic recaps Elsewhere for a good while now, and it's not so much a thing on tumblr but fuckit I shall do it anyway.
So anyway, here's all the fic that I wrote in the month of August. (Be sure to heed the tags on these things, some of them are more fucked up than others but this wasn't really the most wholesome of months for my fic output.)
The main thing was that I finally finished my longest ever fic, hurrah! I started posting it in I think December of last year so it took A WHILE and then the final chapter was written surprisingly quickly, accidentally in time for it to be posted on the anniversary of An Historical Event that I can't specify because it'd spoiler the ending but like. I think we should all clap for that achievement anyway.
An Heir And A Spare (The Extended Version) (MCU, Loki/Sylvie, Explicit, 46,261 words)
The second fic of the month was Elementary fic, the one thing that isn't MCU fic this month so Come On, Eileen WELL DONE, IRENE.
Victory Lap (Elementary, Holmes/Moriarty, Teen And Up, 500 words)
Then I returned the MCU and wrote incest fic. Obviously. I can't really blame the selfcest-is-incest people for this, though they did slightly encourage me to just go ahead and write it if I was going to get accused of writing incest fic anyway. So well done them, I suppose.
but your lips are venomous poison (MCU, Loki/Thor, Mature, 1202 words)
Then, having missed Sifki Week by a month, I belatedly posted this thing that I wrote for Sifki Week:
Bitter/Sweet (MCU, Loki/Sif, Explicit, 3723 words)
Final fic for the month was 'frostmaster' (see, I am getting better with remembering the pairing names!), which I insist is not more problematic than most of the fic that already exists for this pairing.
Entertain Me! (MCU, Loki/Grandmaster, Mature, 1802 words)
So there, now I have done this thing and hopefully I will remember to do this thing in future months when there has been fic production on my part.
#fic related#fic recap#(that seems to be a tag some people use)#oh look i've done that thing again where i pick one or two characters and make them fuck all the other characters#i may not be 'good at shipping' but i am damn good at making blorbos kiss everyone they ever interacted with and some they didn't!#i pronounce “an (h)istoric” by dropping my H (like I don't usually do) because I know that An only belongs before a vowel sound#but usually i resist the temptation to pretend fanciness and just say 'a historic' like a normal person#behold how i am somehow MORE pedantic than people who pedantically insist that we're supposed to say 'an historic'#monthly masterlist
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monthly media recap: march 2024
(embarrassingly short this time)
read:
The Daughter of Doctor Moreau by Silvia Moreno-Garcia - I have to admit, I'm not a big fan of the original Island of Doctor Moreau, but I really enjoyed this retelling set in the 19th century Mexico. Loved how the story is woven into historical context, and how, while there is a love story, the plot doesn't revolve around it and the heroine's relationship with her family is a bigger motivation for her. Would've loved other hybrids aside from Lupe and Cachito (who were my favourite characters) to have had more personality; otherwise, a great book
+ currently reading: W.I.T.C.H. comics Volume uhhh 25 (I think), The Prisoner's Throne by Holly Black, and Raffles and Bunny short stories by E. W. Hornung through a Substack book club
watched: nothing to report here, alas
#in my defense i was writing and translating a fic AND had surprisingly much good stuff happening irl#like hanging out with a friend who came for a couple of days from czechia & going to a theatre and a national park with another friend#and buying and assembling a bookshelf that makes me have a booktok moment every time i look at it#it's a work in progress but i've already arranged everything so prettily#...and not so good stuff related to family and a terrible upstairs neighbour but let's focus on the good things#talk talk talk#monthly media recap
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January 2023 Fic Recap
Hello everyone, each year I try to incorporate something new in my writing process (last year was a tracking excel sheet) to motivate me to write more. This year I’ll be trying to make a recap at the end of the month for the fics I’ve written complete with the title, summary, and some extra little thoughts on it. Since these might end up being long, they’ll be under the cut separated by rating.
Monkey brain: need to write each month so have more on list
Fics written
Somewhere the Culture's Clever (G)
Vocal Exercises (G)
Got drunk on you and now I'm wasted (I'm gonna dream of how you tasted) (E)
General
Somewhere the Culture's Clever
“Kristoph asked me to marry him.” Phoenix reaches up to put a dried plate into the cabinet. He keeps his tone light, like he’s talking about the mail that came in that day. “About two weeks ago.”
Miles doesn’t falter from his spot in front of the sink, sleeves pushed up to wash the dishes. He responds with casual curiosity. “Oh? And what did you say to him?”
“‘What’s in it for me?’”
This was a fun little proposal fic that I used to get a lot of banter out of my system, Phoenix is a little shit! I had the idea for that dialogue exchange as an opener for a while so I was happy to finally get the rest of the fic written. You can tell where it just kept extending past what I originally thought the end would be because there were just so many more quips to write they wanted to keep talking. This fic actually did way better than I thought it was going to I wouldn’t be surprised if it stayed my most kudos’d for this year.
As per the endnote: if you didn’t know where the fic title was from, it’s from Paris from the 3am version of the Midnights tracks and the line before this is ‘I want to brainwash you into loving me forever’ which is a Very Feenie-Phoenix sentiment to me but I didn’t want to give the wrong impression of this fic by titling it that
Vocal Exercises
“That’s you. That’s what you sound like.” Phoenix dropped his tone and sighed. “‘Honestly Wright, do you truly expect me to believe this absolute drivel?’"
Miles glared at him. “And who is that supposed to be?”
“You! It sounds just like you!”
“No, it doesn’t.”
“You just don’t know what you sound like then.”
“I can assure you I have the utmost knowledge of my diction.”
“Those are just words. You’re just saying words right now hoping I’ll agree with you. But I won’t, because that sounded exactly like you.”
What an idiot.
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In which Miles tries to navigate the fact that he is having feelings at work, Phoenix's "hidden talent", and almost breaking the man's nose, all before 1 pm.
A fic I had in my WIPs for over a year (I started it in December 2021) that I left alone for months because I could not figure out the beginning of it. This is another fic I used to just have a lot of back and forth between Narumitsu that is them at their most powerful to me. In the very first version of this idea it was a getting together fic, where all of their awkward interactions would have been a pining version instead of seeing how they are going to fit together as a couple. I think this version is much more fun to work with and people seemed to like the take on the early stage of their relationship (though I’ll admit I was not really thinking of that when I was writing it). I like seeing what people pick up on in my writing that I haven’t paid much attention to as I’m doing it. I will eventually finish chapter two.
Explicit
Got drunk on you and now I'm wasted (I'm gonna dream of how you tasted)
"Welcome home." He murmurs.
Phoenix looks up at him and smiles. "I should be saying that to you, when did you get back?"
"Around three."
"You should have told me. I would have come home."
"You were in a trial, if I recall correctly."
"I could have found someone to cover for me. I missed you."
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When Miles gets back from a trip abroad, Phoenix takes the opportunity to ask for something new.
He gets exactly what he bargained for, perhaps a little more.
Not much to say about this one, don’t look at me…
This was a gift for the lovely Samioli, because one of the things that fuels my writing is love for my friends (and also spite but that wasn’t involved here). I did in fact feel out of my element writing this but that’s how you improve. Thank you to all the people who said it was hot, I hope you followed Phoenix’s example.
And if you’ve gotten this far, a little WIP preview (from another fic that’s been in my WIPs for almost a year - a sequel even):
So, he didn’t make it home the night before. That much he could gather. He also had clothes, if the dulled rub against the sheets was anything to go by.
Well… win some, lose some I guess.
He was alone, judging from the lack of body heat in any direction next to him. In these conclusions, he was fairly confident he could take whatever came next.
It was when he opened his eyes and saw Miles Edgeworth standing by the open curtains that all of that shakily built confidence left him.
#saph slappin the keyboard#saphs monthly fic recap#this is the new thing im trying out that i was talking about (bear with me)
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do you have any joel miller fic recs?
so i only just started having time to really read now that my schedule has opened up slightly, i want to make a fic rec list once i get semi caught up but most recent fics that I have read can be found under the tag vee’s recs (they aren’t all just Joel tho) and I also have a few of them on my list which you can find under tbr shelf
but until I can get a proper post going, here are some fics that i have enjoyed in the past and that live rent free in my brain
Soft & Sweet, Neon Moon, and Burlesque by @cavillscurls (all her work is great though so go snoop that masterlist)
Ghost of You by @thetriumphantpanda (also has a ton of great work, once again, go snoop that masterlist)
In My Hometown by @swiftispunk (if i remember correctly a little bird aka han teased on she might be working on something related to this universe so it’s been on my mind)
Honeyed by @softlyspector (I need to catch up on all parts, but the first one had me head over heels)
bloodshed, crimson clover by @morning-star-joy (this was an amazing story, you’ll blow through all 12.1k so fast you’ll be like wait it’s over?!)
one more cup of coffee by @cupofjoel (also a masterlist worth snooping tbh this piece is so beautiful and if your favorite color isn’t brown, it will be after you read this)
Seams by @fuckyeahdindjarin (this series can cheer you up no matter what, i am willing to bet my life on that)
June by @atinylittlepain (i advise that you read this with a box of tissues in hand)
so these are just a few of the fics that i have read before and think about often, again, i want to make an effort into making either a fic rec post or doing some kind of weekly or monthly recap like so many of my mutuals do, so hopefully i can figure that out soon. 🤍
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hot & heavy
chapter twelve: sunshine baby
neighbor!joel x f!reader
series masterlist
series rating: E (18+ MDNI)
series summary:
over the course of three summers, joel miller becomes woven into your life. the first summer is spent falling for him; nannying his daughter and sneaking around with him in a burning love affair. you know how you feel about joel, he isn’t so sure about how it all is gonna work. the second summer is brief. a month spent at home after graduation and before you move to boston for your dream job. one look at you, one time hearing your voice, and joel is hooked again. he pines over you for that month, but you think — how is long distance of over a thousand miles going to work for a single dad? the third summer, you return home burnt out and pride bruised from your post-grad life. you need time to feel at home again, like your complete self, so you’ve come back home with no return ticket booked. it’s only a matter of time before joel seeks you out, slowly spending more time with you. without an inevitable end to the summer looming over you both, what chances are you willing to take?
word count: 6.7k
warnings: NO OUTBREAK (don’t need to worry about the mushies), no use of y/n, inexperienced reader, age gap (joel is 30/31, reader is 22), canon-divergent (sarah is 7 y/o), nanny au, pet names (sweetheart, darling, sweet girl, mariposa, etc.), feeling familial and self-pressure, established relationship, spanish cause joel is latino, oral (m receiving), dirty talkkk king joel miller, soft joel, possessive joel, mentions of depression and symptoms, struggling with self, discussion of parenting, angst, arguing, i'm sorry </3
a/n: everyone go give @northernbluess all the love for always helping me with beta-ing AND cause we are gonna be writing a fic together :)))) more info on her monthly recap posted the other day xx love ya bestie! y'all enjoy this chapter (i have a feeling it will be RIP to my notifs)
Mid-week, your usual nanny family lets you know that they won’t need you for the day and to take the day off. With no other plans, you decide to visit Joel at his work site for the day to bring him lunch. You throw something together and head out from the neighborhood, calling him on speakerphone. It rings a few times before the line clicks and his voice projects from the small speakers on your cell phone.
“Hi, Mari baby. What’s going on? Is something wrong? You never call when you’re working.” Joel’s side of the line is filled with background noise, men shouting, and construction sounds of hammers, saws, and machinery.
“Hey, J. Nothing’s wrong, I actually have the day off. Kristie called this morning after you left to say she was staying home for the day so I’ve got nothing to do,” you hold up your phone as you come to a stoplight, “So I thought I would come to visit you for a little bit. I made you some lunch. Where are you at today?”
Joel’s smile is evident throughout his response, his voice getting louder to be heard over all the noise, “We’re at the Maple Avenue site. Right at the corner of Lake St. Not too far from home, so I guess I’ll see you soon?”
“I will see you in, like, ten minutes. Already on my way.” The two of you make a bit more conversation before Joel has to hang up, saying that he has to go tell someone ‘how to correctly install a support beam’.
“Alright, gotta go, sweetheart. Love you.”
“Love you too, J. See you soon.”
Exactly ten minutes later, you’re pulling up outside of the work site, confronted with the vague shape of a house with the framing up. You grab the cooler bag from your passenger side and climb out of the car, crossing the road and walking up to the younger of the two Miller brothers that you see standing in front of a table of plans and chatting with an employee.
Tommy looks up and grins when he sees you, clapping the other guy on the back to grab his attention, “Look who it is! Y’know, George, you better tell the guys that they better thank this woman right here — she’s the one who’s made Joel less insufferable.”
With a roll of your eyes, you stride up to Tommy and give him a hug in greeting before stretching out your hand to introduce yourself to George. He excuses himself to get back to his task at hand, leaving you with Tommy and waiting for Joel.
“So what d’ya bring me, sis? If you bring a treat, better have enough to share with the class.” He grins mischievously and reaches for the cooler in your hand.
“Eh, none of that, Tommy! If you ask nicely, I’ll give you the food I so graciously brought for you.” You smile and set the bag on the makeshift table of folding saw horses and a plank of composite. Unzipping the bag, you pull out the extra food you made for Tommy and pass it over, laughing when he pulls you in for a squeezing hug.
“God bless you, Posey, I was gonna have to have a gas station lunch today with the amount of shit we have to get done.”
“Quit squeezin’ the shit out of my girl, Tommy.” Joel’s voice fills your ears and you laugh when Tommy pulls away, happily picking up his sandwich and unwrapping it to take a large bite out of it.
“Hey, just thanking her for feeding me, too. Also, this is good as fuck.” He points to the food in his hand while Joel sidles up next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and kissing the top of your head.
“You’re welcome, Tommy,” you reply, grinning before turning to your side while Joel gently squeezes your shoulder. “Do you have some time for lunch now? Or should I wait around for a bit?”
Joel shakes his head and smiles, leaning down to press a chaste kiss on your lips, “I’ll make time for you whenever, darlin’. Think everyone can survive for a bit without me.”
“Y’all are too much. I’ve never seen my brother like this, Posey. Please continue to keep him happy cause he’s a much better boss these days.” Tommy laughs loudly when Joel shoots him a look of annoyance, the younger Miller turning to head into the framed home to check in on the rest of the work being done. Joel picks up the cooler bag from the table and takes your hand, nodding toward the street.
“C’mon, Mari, we can eat in the truck bed. Probably better than a construction site.”
The two of you sit on the edge of the truck bed, eat, and chat about the day. Joel mentions how much work he has left for the day, clearly stressed about getting enough done before he has to leave to get Sarah. You offer to pick her up from camp and bring her home, planning to make dinner so Joel can stay longer to get some extra tasks checked off his to-do list before the weekend.
After finishing up your meal, the two of you walk back up to the site, Joel taking you on a tour through the bones of the house. He explains the vision for each room and the finishes he’s going to propose to the family building it. You follow along with him, smiling at his enthusiasm as he gestures about bay windows and oak flooring.
When the two of you are standing alone in what will at one point become a bedroom with a view of the tree-lined backyard, Joel pauses and turns to you. Taking your hands in his, he looks down at them as he laces your fingers together before meeting your eyes with a tender smile.
“Y’know, I could build somethin’ like this for us one day. We could find a piece of land we love, maybe a little bit further out of the city to get some more space. Really make it our own…”
A squeeze of his hands reassures him in the moment, matching his sweet smile with your own, “That sounds wonderful, J. But I have to say, I like our house now.”
Your smile grows wider when Joel’s does, his brown eyes catching the midday sunlight and creases at their outer corners deepening along with his dimple. He pulls you into a tighter embrace, kissing you gently before nudging his nose against yours.
“Te amo, mi Mariposa.”
“I love you too, J.”
Music is playing from the CD player when Joel walks through the door later than he usually does. His shoulders are tense, his back is aching, and all he wants to do is sink down onto the couch and relax with you and Sarah. Toeing off his work boots and tossing his keys onto the entryway table, he bites back a smile hearing the slight commotion that is you cooking — some of that noise contributed by Sarah messing around with everything, too.
The next song clicks over on the tracklist, the beginning notes of ‘Sara’ by Fleetwood Mac, a favorite in the Miller home since his little girl was born. He remembers singing it to her when she was an infant, letting her dance on his toes when she was younger. It’s been a while since he heard it, and walking to the doorway into the kitchen, a wide grin stretches across his face. The deep, dull ache in his muscles lightens at the sight of you dancing with Sarah, singing all of the words to her and her singing along with what she knows.
“Said Sara, you're the poet in my heart…Never change, never stop…” your voice carries over the stereo, Sarah’s popping in on the last two lines. Joel stands to the side, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches the two of you twirl around the island. At one moment, you catch his eyes and beam brightly at him, waving him closer and reaching out a hand for him to join.
He does just that, scooping up Sarah with a grunt to hold her in his arms while you rest a hand on his shoulder and one on Sarah’s back. The three of you move and sing together, the butterfly in Joel’s chest rapidly pounding its wings and bouncing against his rib cage.
This is all that matters, this is what he envisions for his future. Small moments like this, altogether, his girls — and maybe another baby or two.
A simple life.
The next couple of weeks are packed with nights spent between all three of you, weaving your unit tighter together. Board game night with Sorry and Monopoly, and a sore loser Joel who insisted that the official rules be read aloud, even in the instance that his own daughter was the game winner — only just pushing him out of the top spot.
There was another evening spent at the arcade and bowling alley, a rainy day that washed beyond sunset. All of you ran from the truck into the building, shaking off the droplets before weaving your way through the games until the bag of quarters you and Sarah had gathered dwindled completely. A round of bowling was played, Joel being ‘generous’ (his words) to allow the bumpers to be put up for Sarah…and you.
The latest evening, Friday night, was spent alone with Joel while Sarah was at a sleepover. Your parents were out of town with friends for the weekend, and Chris was out with some college buddies who were visiting Austin, leaving the house free for you. Joel came over, crawling into bed with you after another long day at work, and the two of you languidly spent the evening shifting between random conversations, lying together quietly, running ghostly touches over each other until the tension snapped. Intermittently, the air between the two of you would heat up, leading gentle touches to be filled with more pressure and building up until the room was filled with breathy moans and begging.
Joel unravels you once with his hands, another with his mouth; the third time he reaches for you, soft and low pleadings to fill you up, you flip him around onto his back. Trailing kisses down his bare torso, you stop at his waistband and peel away the cotton of his boxers from his sweat-sheened skin. A long sigh deflates his chest when you take him into your mouth, his precum and your saliva mixing in slick as you work your head up and down at a steady pace. He’s propped against your headboard, pillows shifted behind him, and a mesmerized, open-mouthed, and heavy-breathed look on his face as he watches you. His voice hits your ears in your focus on his pleasure, the things he’s compelled to say flooding between your legs all over again.
“Fuck, Mari…”
“Tu puta boca perfecta…(Your perfect fucking mouth…)”
“Such a good girl, a perfect fucking girl. Bet you love this, don’t you, mi zorrita? Love sucking my cock and makin’ me feel so good.”
“Gonna come — oh fuck, sweet girl, gonna let me come down your throat? Let me see you swallow it all, Mari baby?”
Your name leaves his lips in a breathless moan, his come shooting in thick ropes and spilling onto your tongue as he finishes. Lifting your head off of him, you show off the pool of it on your tongue before swallowing it and giggling as he quickly pulls you up for a sloppy kiss.
At the stroke of midnight, the two of you are treading water in your pool, only illuminated by the bulb string lights running across the pool deck. The water is warm from the sunlight simmering over it all day, the perfect bath temperature surrounding your bare bodies as you mess around. Evading Joel’s arms, teasing him as you swim away before he corners you, a satisfied smirk on his face when he stalks up to you and towers over you, tilting your head back with a dripping wet hand. He leans down to kiss you deeply, stealing the air from your lungs with its delicate intensity.
The light bounces off the surface of the water, reflecting in his eyes as you hold his gaze and silence falls over the two of you for a handful of heartbeats.
He speaks in a hushed voice as if any louder would shatter the moment, “M’gonna marry you. Gonna give you whatever kind of life you want — a house, babies, I’d move across the world with you if you wanted. Middle of nowhere. Whatever you want, Mari.”
A smile grows on your face, droplets littering your face as you match his volume, “The only life I want is one with yours.”
It’s morning on a Saturday and you’re rushing around the kitchen, sloshing coffee in your half-full mug and waiting for your toast to pop out. You have only about twenty minutes until you had promised to meet Joel and Sarah at his truck in his driveway, the time counting pressuring you, especially considering you’re still wearing your pajamas and have a bad case of bedhead.
There’s a brief moment to breathe as you take your finished toast out of the toaster and stand in front of the island to butter it, reaching for the jam as your mom walks in from the living room. You glance up at her before continuing your task, passing her a greeting that she returns while refilling her coffee mug.
“Oh, sweetie, I’ve been meaning to ask you about something.” Your mom turns toward you, leaning back against the counter. Your stomach flips at the statement, nerves at the ready to start to hear something along the lines of ‘So you and Joel…’ But that doesn’t come; instead, your mom continues with a different line of questioning. “You know Sherri’s son that was about a year older than you all throughout school?”
“Um, yeah, I think so. Isn’t his name Ollie?”
“Well, he goes by Oliver now, according to his mother, but yeah that’s him.”
Another look is exchanged when you glance up at her, picking up a piece of your quick breakfast and taking a bite. You speak with a mouthful, “Okay, so what about Oliver?”
There’s a look that your mother has given you over the years of being her daughter. It’s a smile, but not any old smile that she gives out willy-nilly. No, this is a smile for specific situations. When she really wants you to hear her out, to do what she’s suggesting — if you can even call it that. Most of the times she’s used it on you, it’s left you no choice but to follow through on what she wanted.
The look on her face is exactly that right now.
Along with that persuasive face, she stands from her place at the counter, striding over to you and resting a hand on your shoulder while she looks you in the eyes.
“Well, sweetie, you have been home for nearly the entire summer and I haven’t seen you with anyone but your college friends a couple of times or Joel and Sarah. And I mean, they’re lovely people, but you probably shouldn’t be spending your entire free time with a nearly ten-year-old girl and her dad…”
Inside, you find yourself flipping straight to anger, ready to defend those two with your life, to defend your actions by telling your mother everything. How Joel isn’t only Sarah’s dad, how he’s the man you’re in love with and have been in love with for the last few years. How Sarah isn’t your ten-year-old next-door neighbor, how she isn’t only a little girl you nannied for a summer. She’s a light in your life, a wonderful addition that you’ve received on top of your love for Joel. Sarah’s become like — like a daughter to you.
All of these words die in your throat, fearing the outcome — disappointment, possibly resentment from Joel, and confusion and likely anger from your parents for keeping such a secret. Instead, you continue to listen to your mother’s request.
“I was talking to Sherri about you, and she said that Oliver moved back from Chicago to Austin this summer, about a month ago, and he’s been looking for some people his age to hang out with — is that what y’all young people call it now? Basically, she said he’s been looking for a girlfriend. I thought, knowing he’s a sweet boy, that maybe you would be interested in meeting up with him?”
“Uh—um, I don’t—” you ramble, feeling your cheeks heat up in the scramble for a legitimate excuse.
“I mean, you don’t have to say anything now. But I got his number from Sherri so I’ve got it if you want to reach out to him. She said she chatted to Ollie—I mean, Oliver, and he said he remembered you and would absolutely be interested in gettin’ reacquainted.”
That same smile paints your mom’s face, tilting you in the direction of simply agreeing to get her to stop. But then your mind flashes you an image of Joel, laying next to him a few nights ago in bed with his boyish grin, giddy like a schoolgirl when you casually said ‘I love you’ to him before going to sleep. That is what you’re thinking of when you address your mother again, a smile of your own on your face from imagining your man.
“I’ll think about it, Mom,” you say, a flat out lie to appease her. You finish up your breakfast and down the rest of your now lukewarm coffee, rushing around her to the basement door leading to your studio. The answer is enough to satiate your mother, her returning with her filled coffee mug to the living room and leaving you to finish your mad dash to get ready for the day.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry! I woke up late and then I was trying to eat breakfast quick and my mom came in and was trying to talk to me and I still had to get ready—” you ramble as you rush across your yard to Joel’s driveway where he is awaiting next to his truck with Sarah already seatbelted in the back row. Joel holds his hands up and laughs, interrupting your train of explanation.
“Woah, woah, slow down, Mariposa. You’re like a minute late, we’ll still make it on time.” He nods to the truck, leading you around to the passenger side and opening the door for you, lending a hand for you to get up. While Joel rounds the front of the car again, you turn around in your seat after belting yourself in, smiling at Sarah.
“Hey, sweet pea. Excited about your softball game?”
“Hi, Posey! I’m excited, but also I know that Daddy’s gonna get annoyed about something the umpire does or the other team, so I’m sure he’ll get yelled at again.” Your head snaps to Joel when he climbs in, guilt all over his face as he cringes. The engine rumbles to life as it turns over, and the three of you start the drive across town to the tournament fields.
You shake your head and roll your eyes, turning back to Sarah. “Don’t worry about him today, I’ll keep him in line so y’all can have one game without him gettin’ too competitive for you all. You just have fun with your teammates and do your best.”
“Hey, I always want her to jus’ do her best. And I want the other team and the umps to do their best and not make poor calls or crappy plays.”
Sarah laughs at your playful back and forth, the two of you resigning the conversation to listen to the radio. Joel reaches across to take your hand in his, resting them both in your lap while the breeze from the open windows blows your hair around.
Before you know it, Joel is pulling into a parking spot at a park district site, the screams and laughter of children melding with the clink of metal bats and soft thuds of softballs landing in leather gloves. It pulls you back to your childhood, endless summer weekends spent across the state of Texas for your younger brother’s baseball tournaments.
Sarah whips off her seatbelt and scurries out of the car, running across the grass to meet her teammates at the dugout of their assigned field. Joel chuckles to himself and shakes his head, cutting the engine and turning to you.
“Ready to witness some riveting sportsmanship?”
“Well, from what Sarah said, I think I’ll have to keep an eye on you for your sportsmanship. Are you really one of those dads?” You lift an eyebrow, a smirk held back on your face.
“Maybe…”
With a shake of your head, you reach over and pat his thigh, warning him, “Be a good boy, and we’ll get some ice cream after. Deal?”
His thigh tenses under your touch, a quiet puff of a sigh leaving his parted lips. He shakes himself out of the daze, licking his lips and holding your eyes, “Do I get something else if I’m a good boy?”
“Maybe…” You throw his response back at him, peeling your hand from his leg with a satisfied smirk, and climb out of the truck to follow him toward the bleachers. Joel makes a detour to drop Sarah’s bag at the dugout, wishing her luck while you send her a wave from the seating area.
Climbing up a few rows, you shoot a friendly smile to the other parents there, all of them giving you a curious look. Settling on the bench, you rest your hands on either side of you, gripping the bleacher out of anxiety. The sun is beating down on you this afternoon, but it is nothing compared to the scorching stares you can feel from everyone around you, especially the mothers. A cool relief only comes when Joel makes his way over, stopping halfway up to you to chat with a couple that greet him cheerfully. You watch the umpires prepare the field, popping the rubber bases into place. The next moment, you hear your name called, following the sound to see Joel waving you over with a grin.
Carefully climbing down, Joel reaches out a hand when you’re close, helping you down to stand on the aluminum beam in front of him.
Introducing you to the couple seated in front of you, you share a smile with them while Joel’s hand rests on your waist, “This is Adam and Maria, they’re the parents of Sarah’s friend, Katie. Adam and Maria, this is my partner…”
You tune out the rest of the quick introduction when Joel uses your name, feeling a flip of your stomach when he drops the title so nonchalantly. You haven’t heard him say anything but ‘girlfriend’ in a lighthearted manner to Sarah or Tommy, and this feels way different. The word is definite, solid, and much more committed than the flippant terminology.
Getting out of your distraction, you make light small talk with Adam and Maria before Joel excuses the two of you as the game is about to start. He follows you up to the same spot you were holding before, sitting down next to you and tuning into the game immediately. Nothing more is said about how he introduced you, the tiny, one-word difference saying much more to you than any explanation could.
As Sarah’s team takes the field, Joel raises his hands and claps loudly, calling out encouragement, “Let’s go, Comets! Y’all got this!”
Sarah’s positioned at third base, with an ideal view of her from where you’re at on the bleachers. The game’s start is delayed from a change in the other team’s lineup being sorted, the pause in the fanfare causing Joel to turn to you and wrap his arm around your lower back. Wordlessly, he leans in for a chaste kiss, smiling sweetly when he pulls away and pushes his sunglasses back down on his nose.
“Didn’t get to give you a kiss when I first saw you.”
Instead of responding, you lean into his side when the umps break from the circle with the two head coaches and both of your focuses turn to the field with the first batter up.
It’s a fairly standard game until the top of the fifth inning. The field umpire called a batter safe at third after Sarah tagged her first, Joel standing up immediately and gesturing wildly as he yelled toward the field.
“What are you blind, ump? She clearly landed the tag before number twelve’s foot was on the bag. I could see it clear as day from here and I’m way older than you are, kid!”
The umpire crosses his arms, giving Joel a warning look as he strides over. Sarah stands at her base, shifting her weight back and forth uncomfortably as the girl running the bases gives her a glare. You can tell Sarah’s turning into herself, the unwanted attention making her second-guess in the moment. Every young girl has been there before, and it makes your stomach turn knowing the feeling she’s having.
“Sir, I’d appreciate it if you keep your thoughts to yourself and take them up with the head coach at the end of the game. We’re all trying to play a fun and fair game, and I’m calling everything how I see it.” The umpire stands at the fence in front of the bleachers, projecting his voice up to Joel. He can’t be any older than nineteen years old, likely a college kid with a summer job. And definitely not one that pays enough to fight with a man like Joel.
“Calling ‘em how you ‘em? You really must not have great eyesight then, son, ‘cause that was a horrible call. I’ve got reading glasses in my car, d’you think you need ‘em?” The last line gets a few laughs from surrounding parents, and one glance over to Sarah again and you see her talking to her coach, shoulders slumped and arms limp. Her face tells you she’s asking for something, a gesture toward her father standing on the bleachers.
“Sir, if you keep this up, I’m going to have to eject you from the field area.”
Reaching up next to you, you wrap your fingers around Joel’s wrist and tug harshly enough to draw his attention. One look into his eyes with a subtle glare — invisible to most bystanders but communicating everything it needs to in the moment to Joel. He resigns with a sigh, waving his hand up in understanding as he takes his seat again.
Speaking only loud enough for him to hear, you give him a playful pinch and roll your eyes, “We’re leavin’ if you pull shit like that again, ‘cause you’re mortifying your daughter and it’s not a good look to be kicked out of your kid’s little league softball game, J.”
He rolls his eyes in return, the reprimand getting him riled up again, “But that was such a bullshit call, Mari. I couldn’t let the ump—“
“You can and you will. Sarah’s here to have fun, and you’re here to watch her have fun. If she gets serious about wanting to play softball and wants to join a league outside of the park district, have at it arguing with umpires and coaches. Cause you’ll be surrounded with other parents doin’ the same shit.”
“And how d’you know that?”
“I was a witness to the dramas of travel baseball for, like, seven years of my life. Dragged to tournaments for Chris every weekend over the summer. And saw plenty of dads like you.”
Joel laughs and shakes his head, leaning closer to speak low in your ear, “Sweetheart, I don’t think there’s a dad out there who’s like me…At least I hope there isn’t, ‘cause then what’s my appeal to you?”
You snort out a quiet laugh, shoving him away lightly before jesting, “Convenience. Barely had to walk fifty feet to find a hot dad. Didn’t need to prowl the baseball games anymore.”
“Convenience? Is that all it was?” He fakes shock and disappointment, a slow shake of his head until he breaks out into a cheeky grin, “Should’ve moved sooner.”
“Well, not that much earlier, manther.”
“Manther? Enlighten me, Mari.” Joel gives you a curious stare while his arm makes its way around your back again, resting at your lower side next to your ass.
“The male equivalent of a cougar. You’re a manther.” Beaming up at him, you laugh as he pinches your side, acting offended all the while he presses a kiss to the side of your head.
“Only for you, Mari baby, only for you.”
The Comets, Sarah’s team, won the game 6-4. To celebrate, the team agreed to meet at the Tastee-Freez nearby to hang out and get some ice cream. The drive there was filled with Sarah and Joel recapping her plays, and a strong scold from the younger Miller about the older’s argument. You kept to yourself, smiling along with the jokes shot between them, sitting back to admire the two of them.
You never could have expected this kind of life with them when you saw their small family moving in from your front living room window.
Joel reaches over, takes your hand, and links your fingers together with a soft squeeze. When you turn to him, attention focusing away the road in front of you while the truck rolls to a stop at the red light, Joel meets your eyes with a tender look. His mouth lifts at the corners, pursing his lips as he brings your hands up to kiss the back of yours. The small gesture and the glint in his eyes fill your chest with a warm rush of syrupy ooze, enough heat to spread to the rest of your body and between your ribs, and leave you with tingling nerves.
The parking lot is packed when you arrive, Joel opting to park along the side of the road in the mix of grass and gravel. Hopping out of the car, Joel is quick to get around and take your hand again, pressing his lips to the top of your head as the pair of you walk behind Sarah up to the snaking line filled with her teammates and their families.
“Remember our first date here?” Joel inquires, tilting his head with a growing smile.
Chuckling, you nod and reciprocate his smile, “How could I forget? You got a butterscotch-dipped cone, weirdo.”
“Hey, if I remember correctly, you’re the one who polished off my cone and I took yours. So quit knockin’ the butterscotch dip, Mari,” Joel’s voice is dripping with nostalgia, the date you two had two years ago feeling like a lifetime ago. While the line moves forward, you lean back against his chest, and his hands find your sides, skating up and down along the fabric of your sundress. In front of you, you reach out and rest your hands on Sarah’s shoulders, smiling when she leans back into your touch. Her tiny frame sways drowsily in your arms, one of your hands reaching up to play with her curls gently.
“Feelin’ tired, Sare Bear?” Your chin tucks into your neck to look down at her and she looks up, nodding slowly and stretching her arms in front of her. Reaching your arms around her shoulders, you hold her comfortably against her chest, the three of you in a tight-knit row in line. “Well, you’ll get a sugar high from the ice cream and then you can crash at home after you hang with your friends. You just give us the word and we’ll head home, yeah?”
Joel orders for the three of you at the front of the line, refusing your offer to pay and shooing you off to find a spot to sit. Sarah eyes a table of her friends and you nudge her side, nodding and telling her to go sit with them, “I’ll survive with your dad myself, I promise.”
Sarah giggles and jogs off, leaving you to find a spot at a small table for you and Joel. He drops off Sarah’s sundae to her before he makes his way over to you, handing off your chocolate-dipped twist while he keeps his butterscotch cone. It’s always easy conversation for the two of you, discussing plans for the next morning about when to leave to take Sarah to the aquarium and what to do for dinner when you’re home.
Things are simple. Reminiscing on old memories while making new ones, watching Sarah laugh and smile with her friends.
“So, what are you gonna do when she’s a teenager?” You inquire, taking your attention away from Sarah’s posse and focusing back on Joel.
“What am I gonna do? I think you mean what are we gonna do? I’m gonna need all the help I can get, and well, you’re the one who’s been a teenage girl before.” He gestures to your cone with his, and you reach it out to switch with him. Continuing to snack on his vanilla and butterscotch, the two of you talk about what you were like as a teenager and what you think Sarah will be like.
Before you know it, your cones are completely gone and you’re left with a pile of sticky paper napkins. Sarah walks over, plopping down next to Joel on the bench of the picnic table. The three of you chat for a bit longer before heading back to the car, en route to home for the evening.
Sarah’s tucked upstairs in bed, Joel’s sock-covered feet bouncing down the stairs that you hear from your place in the kitchen, finishing up your wipe-down from cleaning up dinner. Joel plops down on the couch as you walk back into the living room, greeting you with a sleepy smile and an arm-lifted to invite you in.
Happily, you cuddle into his side, giggling quietly as he pepper kisses across your profile while you flick on the TV. Mindlessly channel searching, you’re reminded of the conversation with your mother from this morning, and remember how you wanted to tell Joel all about it.
Sitting up and turning to him, you laugh quietly as you start to recollect, “Guess what I forgot to tell you this morning?”
“Hm, what, baby?” Joel answers, trailing his fingers along the bare skin exposed from your camisole.
“My mom came into the kitchen as I was makin’ breakfast and she told me about this kid, well, I guess he’s not a kid anymore, but anyways, this kid from high school that was a year older than me and is my mom’s friend’s son. And she was saying how good he’s doing, how he just moved back here from Chicago and is looking for people to hang out with, and then she gave me this look — oh my god, if you could see this look she does, it’s like she’ll completely shatter if you don’t do what she’s asking of you — and she tells me that she got his number. For me,” you guffaw, shaking your head before continuing, “And I mean, that look, I just couldn’t say no and so I told her I would think about it—”
“You would think about it?” Joel interrupts, sitting up straighter and brow knitting together as his voice grows half a decibel louder.
You squirm in your seat, cringing at the harshness in his voice and inching away to look him in the eyes, “Um, yeah. I mean I couldn’t just come right out and say ‘no’, she would ask me a million questions why.”
“Okay? And?” Joel removes his arm from around your shoulder and tilts his head in disbelief, exhaling out a laugh as he shakes his head.
“And what, Joel? Was I just supposed to tell my mother about us?”
“Well, no, but you could have said somethin’, Mari. That’s not very fair to me—”
“What would you have wanted me to say? You aren’t ready, Joel, or at least that’s what you said, and I have been more than willing to wait but I know my mom and I know she would have picked up on something if I said no.”
“What am I supposed to think when you’re telling me this, too? Like it’s some joke, ‘Ha ha. Isn’t so great and funny my mom tried to set me up with some other guy?’ That’s not funny to me.”
“Oh my god, are you serious right now? It’s not like we’re a joke to me, I just thought it would have been a little bit of a chuckle for us. I don’t want anyone else, Joel, and I thought you would have known that by now. If anything, I should be the one feeling some type of way about having to lie to my mom about my relationship status cause you don’t want to tell them yet.”
“I’m sorry I don’t have the capacity to deal with your parents right now, I’ve got my own business to run and my daughter to take care of and you've got your own shit—”
“Don’t. Don’t even start with that, Joel. You’ve had the same business and daughter for the last two years and you’re still not ready when I’ve fully committed myself to you and been as vulnerable as I possibly can with you. I am trying really fucking hard to get better for you, going to therapy and possibly starting medication. I don’t know what else would make you feel ready. Us being married? We kind of need to tell them before that point. And also, you seem more than ready to tell everyone else in the world. Your daughter knows, your brother knows, random parents at Sarah’s softball game know. Why can’t I share you with the people in my life?”
Joel groans and leans his head back, reaching his hands up to press the heels of his palms against his eyes. You can’t help but roll your eyes, standing up and crossing your arms over your chest as you look down at him on the couch. After a moment of silence, he drops his hands and opens his eyes, looking up at you with a dead stare.
“I can’t do this anymore. Not right now.”
“And when are we supposed to do it?”
“I don’t know, Mari! I. Don’t. Know. But I do know that I can’t do it right now, and I don’t want to do all this right now.”
“Oh, so everything in our relationship is operating on the basis of ‘when you’re ready’.”
“Quit bein’ ugly, this isn’t like us.”
“It doesn’t feel like it right now. I don’t know what else you need to be ready to be fully a part of my life, Joel. We're always going to have shit going on, life is never going to get to a perfect place.”
“Mariposa, I love you, but I don’t want to do this right now. I’m going to bed.” Joel shakes his head to himself again, pushing up from the couch and rounding the coffee table. He brushes against you, hand bracing on your side while he gets past you and heads up the stairs, leaving you in the dark.
Only the glow of the television illuminates the room, tightness in your chest as you glance around the otherwise empty room. Tears fill your eyes, a trembling hand reaching for the remote to turn off the screen and the sound, punishing yourself in the lonely silence for a few minutes before tiptoeing up the stairs. At his open doorway, you tentatively linger within the threshold, Joel’s form slumped on his side but adjusting its position and breathing unsteady — still awake.
Without a sound, he sees you standing there before he lifts the covers, a normally welcoming invitation with a smile and a ‘C’mere, Mari baby.’ Instead, you walk on eggshells to the bed, slipping under the covers before he drops them on top of you, his arm tucking against his side. When you open your mouth to speak, he rolls over, back facing you. As you fall asleep, you study his broad shoulders and the curls at the nape of his neck, itching to reach out and touch him, show him your care, tell him about your love. Apologize for everything, promise to continue the seemingly endless wait until he’s ready. But you tell yourself you have to stand your ground on this and just discuss everything later like he wants.
Later. Always later.
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Hello! I can't quite believe we're close to the end of the year. This month has been so hectic that I didn't even realize I'd only read 15 fics. With that in mind, I thought I'd just throw them all up here!
november
208,758 words read over 15 fics (average of 13,917 per fic, not including wips) 📉 21% from October.
Current total for the year: 2,770,640 words
fic recs
Remote Access by @kalee60
stucky | E | 57.5k
No Retreat, Baby, No Surrender by itsnotbleak
stucky | T | 38.7k
The Curious Incident of the Cat in the Tower by @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place
stucky | G | 4.6k
No Glory in Love by @dreamsinthewitchouse
stucky | M | 1.2k
Crack My Back Like A Glowstick by @moodymelanist
stucky | T | 1k
all the shadows almost killed your light by @buckyismybicycle
bucky x wanda | T | 1.6k
Do What You Did by bentrumors
stucky | E | 1k
you're a crisis of my faith by @bvckyysarm
stucky | E | 75.4k
But Slowly, Because You Know Me by @voylitscope
stucky | E | 5.1k
don't want you, just your attention by @buckyismybicycle
shrinky | E | 5k
A Simple Comfort by @cable-knit-sweater
shrinky | T | 6.7k
non-mcu recs
Caged Bird by pinkishtea
SnowBaird (TBoSaS) | E | 3k
A Shrike to Your Sharp and Glorious Thorn by anonymous
SnowBaird (TBoSaS) | E | 4.5k
Only so far to fall by @dreamsinthewitchouse
RWRB RPF | M | 1.3k
Luck is a lost key by @dreamsinthewitchouse
RWRB RPF | M | 1.4k
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Fellow Travelers Fic Recs | February Recap
February was the month for fluff! And boy, did this little fandom need it! So many wonderful fics this month, but I've highlighted the Top 20 that've stuck with me the most.
Some Valentine's fluff, fake dating fun, our first Frankie/Marcus main pairing fic, smoking hot smut, a couple outstanding outsider POVs and a few phenomenal tearjerkers. A little something for everyone!
♦️ More fic recs can be found at the fic register, here. Not quite what you're looking for? Tell us what you had in mind, here! -> 💌
✍️ In addition to the fics highlighted below, there were many new additions to the Promise You WILL Write collection.
Check them out here!
If you're feeling inspired, please visit the collection to leave a prompt for someone to write or take one for yourself… All are welcome!
You can check out their page @promiseyouwillwrite for more info.
💞 February is for lovers... and domestic fluff... and slow dancing... and clothes sharing...and so much more!
How do I love thee, let me count the weeks... is a month-long Valentine's Celebration and fic collection based on different prompts each week and hosted by @fellow-travelers-events.
💜 Check out my round-up's for Week 1, Week 2, and Week 3.
♦️ Yours forever anyway
by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 733]
Hawk and Tim dance together.
♦️ Mad about the Boy
by @redmyeyes | redmyeyes [E, 5K]
“Tell me,” Hawk said, tilting Tim’s head back to give his forehead a quick kiss, “what does my boy want for his birthday?”
“Am I still? Your boy?”
Part 3 of Fellow Travelers
♦️ Love Is An Angel Disguised As Lust
by Anonymous [E, 2K]
Hawk's eyes darkened, from outshining the daytime sky to rivalling the night. His lips curved into a wicked smirk. If Tim didn't know better, he might suspect he'd just played right into Hawk's hands.
"Educate me."
That wasn't exactly what Tim had intended. But, his attention caught by the glint off Hawk's wedding ring, Tim decided he could work with that.
Or, The edging fic that's probably sixty percent soft.
♦️ Rail me until I can't stand
by @carnivalrow | nightfall_in_winter [E, 5K]
Various missing scenes from episodes 1 and 8.
Chapter 1 - Hawk's POV of their last time before Hawk's betrayal.
Chapter 2 - Tim's POV of the same scene.
Chapter 3 - A missing scene from Episode 1. Hawk is Tim's first because Skippy never went all the way with Bob…
♦️ Beguiled Again
by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar)
Tim comes home late, finding Hawk asleep and wearing his shirt.
Part 6 of Bravery | Part 3 of FT Valentine's Month
♦️ I Sing the Body Electric
by telescape8💠 [M, 20K, WIP]
Modern AU. It all starts on Election Night 2016. Tim falls hard. Hawk falls harder.
♦️ All Tied Up With Nowhere To Go
by @jesterlesbian | captainquint [E, 2K]
“Are they too tight?” Hawk asked, tugging on Tim’s wrists.
Tim’s wrists were, at that moment, bound to the headboard of Hawkins Fuller’s bed by some carefully knotted neckties. Tim was struck by the thought of Hawk wearing one of these ties to work on a later day, becoming distracted in his office thinking of what they had done with them on this night. His mouth twitched up at the corner.
“Hey, are you listening to me?” Hawk placed a hand under his chin and tilted Tim’s face towards Hawk’s own. “This is important, I don’t want to hurt you.”
Tim rolled his wrists and wiggled his fingers to show they were fine. “I’m not made of glass, Hawk, you don’t have to treat me like I’ll break.”
Or, Hawk teases a tied-up Tim
♦️ Till I Come Marching Home
by Anonymous [G, 3K]
Hawk spends his last day before deployment with Tim.
♦️ Please tell me now
by @thewindyoubargainedfor | thewindyoubargainedfor [G, 1K]
When Marcus arrives in San Francisco, he knows the first thing he needs to do.
♦️ You should be in my space (you should be in my life)
by @startagainbuttercup | startagainbuttercup
What if Tim let Hawk touch him during their mutual masturbation session?
Part 2 of FT Valentine's Month: how do i love thee, let me count the weeks...
♦️ Two Old Men at Grubstake on Pine
by @vespersong | vespersong
Hannah's story of the two old men at Grubstake Diner, in 1980s San Francisco.
♦️ A Disaster Beyond Measure
by drabbleswabbles💠 [NR, 8K, WIP]
Hawkins Fuller is a campaign manager with a PR disaster on his hands. The solution involves pretending to date none other than Timothy Laughlin.
Featuring: unrealistic portrayals of the life and job of a campaign manager for the sake of the fake dating trope.
♦️ Again, only better
by @madsmeetsmisha | madsmeetsmisha [M, 14K, WIP]
Hawk had no idea what was really going on here. All he knew was that he was back in 1954 and a completely distraught Tim was standing outside his door. And he also knew that he certainly wouldn't make the same mistake twice.
♦️ The gold of the dusk and the dawn
by @redmyeyes | redmyeyes [M, 3K]
Valentine’s Day, 1954
Part 4 of Fellow Travelers
♦️ Stay With Me
by Joycee💠 [M, 10K]
A week after Hawk goes home from San Francisco, he gets a phone call.
♦️ Down the road, later on, you will hate that I never gave more to you (than half of my heart)
by @behindthesefangirleyes | SilverShadow1 [G, 1K]
“I lied.”
Hawk isn’t sure what that means or if he’s brave enough to unpack it.
“About what?”
“Same as you,” Lucy says. “About myself.”
Or, Hawk learns about Tim's letter
♦️ psalms 40:2
by @thewindyoubargainedfor | thewindyoubargainedfor [NR, 3K]
Tim arrives in his hospital room, and it’s the most interesting thing that’s happened to Roger in weeks.
♦️ Where No One Else Can See
by @bluebellsinburbank | ConsumingLove (Bluebellstar) [G, 2K]
Marcus once said Hawk was a damn good liar. And the first step in being the best damned liar that ever set foot in Washington, was the necessity of being able to lie to yourself.
Hawk had been lying to himself for so long - about so many things - even he didn't think he would know his own truth if it was laid bare before him.
Until soft brown eyes and a kiss that tasted like milk and eternity.
Until Skippy.
Or, How Tim's touch made Hawk realise a certain fact.
♦️ Sands of Time (Turn Backwards)
by @brouill3r | brouiller [NR, 17K, WIP]
1987 Hawkins Fuller is full of regrets for the life he's lived, though Tim once told him he regrets nothing. Hawk so wishes he could say the same.
♦️ A Patchwork Life
by @likerealpeopledo-on-ao3 | Likerealpeopledo
Hawk spends time in San Francisco after Tim's death in order to keep the promises he made at the gala.
The events take place in canon between Tim's death and Hawk's visit to the quilt in October 1987.
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February Monthly Recap
I had a lot of fics this month. Every one of these deserves a dedicated post of its own but in the interest of efficiency this roundup will have to do!
BATMAN
Uptown Girl by orphan_account
(Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain), 60k, Case Fic, Friends to Lovers
Stephanie Brown has three problems: a supervillain father with a deadly scavenger hunt in the works, a mysterious rich girl who's way too interested in her life, and one really, really painful hobby.
Alternatively: a different kind of Spoiler origin story.
The Lois Angle by cabezas_de_vaca
(gen), 15k, Bruce & Lois Friendship, Case Fic
What she had with Bruce was novel, exhilarating. She had fallen in love several times, and that was like a great swoop of a wing, a flash and flush and then long tumble, but this was like a warmth that welled up from within. This was Bruce grappling up to her thirtieth story Metropolis apartment, stowing the Batsuit in the bathroom, and watching StarTrek with her. This was her driving to the manor when she couldn't sleep, only to find she could do it there.
This was having a friend.
Or: Despite the long shadow Batman casts and the demands of being one of the youngest Pulitzer winners ever, Bruce and Lois manage to steady each other, in the way that only friends can. Also, there's a case they need to solve.
the scientific method by orphan_account
(gen), 20k, Sibling Bonding, Duke-centric
5 stupid ways Duke's siblings discovered how his powers worked, and 1 time he figured it out for himself.
"You have no idea," Dick said. "I had to live through all of their teenage years. They were each independently obsessed with Mythbusters at separate points in their life. I'm pretty sure Cass and Tim have wanted a meta to experiment on since they were 14, but Bruce always said no."
Meet Me Where You're Going by Hinn_Raven
(Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain), 68k, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining
When things get complicated in Hong Kong, Cass requests help from Batman Inc. Unbeknownst to her, Bruce dispatches not one of her brothers, but Stephanie Brown, who Cass has not spoken to since she gave up the Batgirl mantle.
Steph is eager to reunite with her best friend, but things between them are complicated. Not the least of the problems is the fact that Steph might be falling in love… but of course, Cass is straight, so Steph really shouldn’t dwell on that.
Friendship and romance, conspiracy and adventure await the two of them as they try to unravel a complicated plot that seeks to stop Batman Incorporated before it can truly begin.
when you move, fall like a thunderbolt by orphan_account
(Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain), 5k, Villain!Steph, Canon Divergence
In another universe, Stephanie Brown's plans to kill her father aren't interrupted by Batman. Which means nobody stops her from tripping and falling headlong into running her own gang, and then a little more intentionally rising to the top of the underworld. Meanwhile, seeing as Bruce only has one kid who actually wants to carry on the good name, Cassandra Cain takes over as the Batman of Gotham's future.
This would be a fine turn of events if it weren't for the fact that they've been dating on-and-off for ten years.
falling without caution by coffeecrowns
(gen), 17k, Bad Parent!Bruce, PTSD
Jason is twenty, decidedly less into murder, trying to avoid developing agoraphobia, and putting together some pieces into a life.
Tim is sixteen, riding the edge of burnout, and in a show of his truly baffling survival instincts, decides Jason is friend shaped.
MICE ON VENUS by NEOCULTUREDAUS
(gen), 3k, Tim & Damian Bonding
“Timothy, if this is revenge for me trying to kill you, I need you to know I’m not sorry.” Damian’s eyes were clamped shut, hands fisting Tim’s hoodie so tightly that if Tim tried moving, he simply wouldn't be able to.
“I’m not trying to get revenge. And open your eyes, you can’t ride a skateboard with them closed.” Tim patronized, prying Damian’s hands off him, you know, like someone evil who didn’t care for the wellbeing of his younger brother.
Or
The one where skater Tim takes his artist younger brother graffiti painting
So Sweet Saluteth Me by Lishalalalalala
(gen), 7k, Good Dad!Bruce
Sleep deprived™ Jason hangs out with Dick then they surprise Bruce at work with early lunch and some love. This fic is inspired by farmers’ markets on those summery days and the belief that if I run fast enough the sad can never catch me.
(I mean you are telling me that Bruce Thomas/Alan Wayne wouldn’t be absolutely BASKING in joy if his kids just decided to randomly show up at Wayne Enterprise and pay him a little midday visit? )
to count by miles or days or people (when will i stop missing you) by jcp_sob_rjl_lmep
(gen), 22k, Angst, Hurt/Comfort
When Duke is kidnapped off of the streets of Gotham on his way back to the Manor from visiting his parents, it sends the entire Batfamily into a panic. With very little evidence to go on and time slipping past them, there's no help coming as Duke is forced to make a grand escape and get himself home before his kidnappers find him once more.
birds and brothers and other assorted synonyms by Ao3time, hoebiwan, quandaries_and_contradictions
(gen), 21k, Series, Found Family
A Reverse Robin AU in which Damian is a tired older brother, Duke is a ray of sunshine, and Dick is a baby talon.
Emergency rooms and chicken nuggets by Lilac_hyacinth
(Bernard Dowd/Tim Drake) 7k
“So…” Duke drawled, sounding suspiciously wide-awake for the day shift kid at two-thirty in the morning. “If I said Damian and I are in a bit of trouble, on a scale of Jason to Cass, how likely are you to kill us?”
Clearing his throat and rubbing his eyes to try to wake himself up, Tim grimaced. “What the fuck did you do?”
“Nothing.”
Or
Tim and Bernard get out of bed at two in the morning to go across town and pick up Tim's reckless little brothers.
Pick a Pocket Full of Pennies by Trekkele
(gen), 24k, Found Family, Fluff, AU-No Powers
The life and times of Dick Grayson, unintentional ringleader to a gang of pickpockets, and how he learned to let go and get adopted. Or something.
SPIDER-MAN
Death Before Inaction by hppjmxrgosg
(gen), 37k, BAMF Peter Parker, WIP
“Fuck off, Nicky.”
“Hasn’t anyone ever told you spider-napping is illegal?”
“You can’t hold me here, I know my spider-rights.”
“God, you guys are so old. What are you? Like 27?”
“Scale of 1 to 10, how upset would you be if I told you I banged your mom?”
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Or, I got my grubby little hands on the spider-man time line and fucked around a little bit. Not much (everything) changes.
#batman#batfam#batfam fic rec#batman fic rec#spiderman#spiderman fic rec#duke thomas centric#stephcass#dc#stephanie brown#duke thomas#bruce wayne#tim drake#fic rec#fic#completed#words: 0-5k#words: 5-10k#words: 10-20k#words: 20k#words: 60k#words: 30k
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Writing Update: April 2023
Coming from March into April, I started on a real high note, and then—speedbump. Ah, #SpoonieLife. Despite that, I still managed to meet my baseline goal for the month, and am on-track to meet my goal for the year. So even if I’m feeling a bit more ambitious than this, I’m still doing well.
Total wordcount: 9, 392
Highlights:
Posted Chapter 9 of the Kinky Stargent fic (posted here)
Wrote and posted two Steter poems, based on a Tumblr meme (here)
Finished the first half of chapter 2 of the BDSM AU (Steter, unposted)
Started my very first Spideypool fic
Worked on the short Steter fic I started in March
Got a good chunk of Patreon stuff planned, done, and scheduled
Goals May:
Finish chapter 2 of BDSM AU
Work on Kinky Steter epilogue
Work on first Spideypool
Finish the short Steter fic I started in March
Work on the gift fics I have started
Post a fanfic/updat
Novel!
#K speaks#fanfic#my fanfic#my fic#my writing#fandom#fandom life#long live fandom#Steter#Stiles Stilinski#Peter Hale#Stargent#Chris Argent#Spideypool#deadpool#spiderman#Patreon#2023 monthly recap#shameless self-promotion
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fic what i did wrote in september
I started doing this here last month and then managed to forget almost immediately, but better late than never.
I posted two fics last month, neither of which was pornographic in nature :O
First was this short thing about Missy sitting in that secret underground lair vault angsting a bit:
All The Time In The World (Doctor Who (2005), Missy, General Audiences, 751 words)
And then there was this 'unrequited sylkius' thing which I had abandoned and then I unabandoned it and finished it after all:
with the record selection and the mirror's reflection (Loki (TV 2021), Loki/Sylvie/Mobius, Teen And Up, 1872 words)
So that was September, a surprisingly clean month.
#actually now that i check only 5 of 21 fics this year have been E-rated though another 6 were Mature if that counts#BUT one of those E-rated fics was multichapter so there's been filth most months regardless of what the numbers claim.#btw my rule for picking between M and E is based on whether genitalia got mentioned and what word(s) got used for it#so you could say that my 'rule of thumb' for such things is more a 'rule of cunt' but *i* would never say that (obviously)#fic recap#my fic#hashtag-it's-okay-she's-british-they-say-that-constantly-there#monthly masterlist
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monthly media recap: february 2024
(better late than never)
read:
A Man Called Ove by Fredrik Backman - very sweet and moving, I cried a little in the end, also very different from what I usually read, so that was a nice change of scenery. Once again thanks to the friend who gave it to me, wouldn't have picked it up otherwise.
The Master of Ballantrae + short stories by Robert Louis Stevenson - good ol' family tragedy. I was a bit underwhelmed by the ending, but overall enjoyed the story. Didn't enjoy the short stories in this collection as much, but I liked how the three of them (The Pavilion on the Links, Thrawn Janet, and Markheim) were so different - a good way to represent the author's range.
King Artus - a 13th century Hebrew version of Arthuriana (Arthur's conception + beginning of the Lancelot episode involving Astolat). Very interesting for the way it swaps the Christian context for the Jewish one (e.g., the Grail becomes a charity bowl for distributing food).
The Black Vampyre; A Legend of St. Domingo by "Uriah Derick D'Arcy" - considered, among other things, the first Black vampire story and the first vampire story by an American author. I kind of struggled through it due to style but the context and references (long live footnotes) made it worth the trouble. Can't say I enjoyed it much as a story, but it broadened my horizon.
+ currently reading The Daughter of Doctor Moreau by Silvia Moreno-Garcia and Volume 2 of W.I.T.C.H. comics (what? I never learned how it ended as a kid)
watched:
Poor Things (2023) - weird (compliment), beautiful, disgusting, absurd, and funny. Honestly don't know if I liked it, but it was though-provoking, that's for sure.
Šķelšanās (The Split, 2023) - a four-episode Latvian documentary, mostly on the divide between ethnically Latvian and Russian people in Latvia (and among ethnically Russian people in Latvia) in the context of Russia's invasion of Ukraine, but also about other things. I. Don't know if it makes sense to describe it broadly here, I barely have any followers familiar with the context. But I'd say that, despite a lot of moments that made me physically cringe (god, that last episode about social media campaigns against adopting the Istanbul Convention and spreading misinformation about sex education at schools made my skin crawl. Btw, the Convention was adopted, these assholes can choke), it made me weirdly hopeful. Dialogue is possible, united society is possible. This has been my opinion too, and the older I get, the more I realize that people on all sides who try to tell you it's not are just after their own profit and success.
#talk talk talk#monthly media recap#reading one piece made me unlearn how to watch movies bc first i spent evenings reading when i would normally put a movie on#and now i just have too many art/fic/theories to see/read/look for/try to write or make so there's no time for movies again#and it's always been harder for me to make myself watch something than to make myself read something anyway
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February 2023 Fic Recap
Me when I have to do the thing I said I was going to do: 😔
Fics posted
Trapped inside of your own heart (G)
Oryctolagus cuniculus (E)
General
Trapped inside of your own heart
He takes a cloth from the bowl beside him and strings out the water. Leans over and presses it to Edgeworth’s head, keeping mindful of the horns. He dabs at his face, though he thinks that might only serve to wet the fur underneath.
“I’d like to be friends.” He replies.
Edgeworth huffs. “Friends.”
“Yeah. Is that so wrong? I’m here either way.”
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The scene from Beauty and the Beast where he fights off the wolves and that sparks their blossoming relationship with some wound care. Very charged. Very beautiful, very powerful.
I wrote this immediately after posting the bunny fic. I won't lie there was no prep or planning involved, I just love the tension of treating someone’s injuries. Grow closer, idiots. Lore has come to my mind for this fic if I ever write more but it might be lost to the pile of motivation death with the other fics that might not see the light of day. Specifically I’m thinking of an Edgeworth POV fic taking place the morning after this fic and a Phoenix POV fic for the ‘end’ of the story, though I’ve thought of different versions of it. I’m very partial to the older versions of the fairytale where they’re just chill with each other from the beginning and the Beast just lets her leave and then just almost dies in a bush because he missed her so much lmao. Of course it would have to factor in the layers of von Karma etc but the more I think about it the more Franziska particularly is giving me a hard time to fit. However, the world is my oyster and the ideas and motivation will come in their own time. Anyway I did love this fic would love to write another one like it one day.
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When Phoenix received an urgent message from his partner telling him to come home immediately, this wasn’t the situation he pictured waiting for him.
Miles Edgeworth. Standing in the middle of the living room. Floppy ears the same color as his hair hanging behind his bangs.
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The bunnygirlification of Miles Edgeworth in 1.8k words but only using the synonyms for cock from that tumblr tier list post.
This is it. My February magnum opus. This one I thought a lot of people were going to be mad at me for in two directions since I bunnygirl’d him and if they liked that I then did the synonyms bit from a tumblr post I saw on tier lists. I came up with the actual fic plot in the morning and then sat on it for the entire day until going “yeah alright I can bang this out in an hour and a half or so” because that is the timer I set for myself to write now and then just add minutes onto it. Since people still thought it was upsettingly hot I’m considering this a win. If you didn’t know, the title is the binomial nomenclature for European rabbits. The endnote for this was almost ‘this fic was written in jest but the puppy play one was real.’ I could make this one real tho with the right motivation I can and will animal play him fr fr.
Overall, I keep writing a lot of words and then not finishing the fics so hopefully March will be nicer to be in finishing the entire process.
Bonus: Monthly Update to the 2023 version of the most important pie chart
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