I'll Be Posting A Seb One-shot Tomorrow (todayish). It Was Really Hard To Make A Board For Him. I Like

I'll be posting a Seb one-shot tomorrow (todayish). It was really hard to make a board for him. I like things organized and he's kind of chaotic energy. I'm not in love with it, but if I don't post it I'll be working on it until doomsday.

WIP Wednesday (on a Thursday)

Thanks to @daisybarks for resurrecting this tag in our fandom.  

This is an excerpt from an unpublished post-villa Lucas fic that is currently gathering dust until I finish The Sun in my Eyes. Fair warning, it’s spicy and has some naughty language. Viewer discretion advised.

Grace slid her hands over Lucas’s chest, stroking her fingers over the cool fabric of his shirt, and tracing the buttons with her long pink nails. Her touch, even through fabric, burned like fire, but he stood still, fearing a single movement would send her scurrying away again.  

“Did you ever hear us?” she asked softly. “In the villa?”

He swallowed. “All the time.”  

“Do you remember the night when…” she let the words hang.  

“You mean when Bobby purposefully pulled the covers off you while he was eating your cunt so I could see precisely what I couldn’t have?” he said roughly.  

Her breath caught at his choice of words and her fingers continued to worry at a button on his shirt. “Yes. Did it…” she seemed unsure if she should finish her thought.  

“Ask me,” he said, already knowing what she was going to say.

She scraped her teeth over her lower lip, “Did it turn you on?”

“Yes.” That simple answer hung in the air for a moment before he let out a breath. “But I also hated it.”

“Did you ever…” her eyes drifted to his zipper.

“Did I what, Grace?”  

She looked up again, and the heat in her eyes burned into his. “Do you ever… think about it?”

He leaned toward her ear, letting his hot breath sizzle out, making her shiver. “Do I ever stroke my cock thinking about it? Is that what you’re really asking me?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Every day,” he said softly. “Every damned day since.”

She gave the tiniest softest whimper, her parted lips looking red and ripe as berries. He’d never wanted to taste anything more. But he held himself back.  “I remember every sigh and moan you had with him,” he said. “And if we do this, I won’t stop until you don’t remember a single one."  

Her body shook as if she were naked in a snowstorm. She tried to speak but words didn’t seem to come to her.

“Grace,” he said softly, barely hearing himself over the sound of his heart trying to hammer its way out of his rib cage. “I’m not sure you’re ready for this.”

“I’ve been ready since the moment I met you.” Before he knew what she was about, she grabbed his shoulders and kissed him.  

His body lit up, desperate for more of that, but he held himself steady. Until her teeth nipped his lower lip and all steadiness vanished. “Fuck,” he growled. Digging his his hands into her braids, he pushed her against the wall and delivered scorching, biting kisses down her neck. Her hands worked at his shirt now, undoing his buttons. Undoing him. 

He tried to keep what little was left of his head and pulled back from her. “You’ve just had your heart broken...”

“Do you know why I didn’t tell you that Bobby had ghosted me?” She pushed his shirt open and scraped her nails over his firm abdomen, making him grunt. “It was because I was afraid. If I said it out loud, I’d have been on a train and then on your doorstep, begging you to fuck me.”

Pleasure at her words shuddered through him, but he shook his head. “I don’t want to just fuck you. I want more than that.”

“So do I.” She rubbed her palm over the hard on that was straining his pants. His hips jerked and the last thread of resolve stretched thin. 

“I’m not like him.” He pressed his forehead to hers and groaned as her stroking continued. “I’m not just fun-loving and simple. I’m not going o screw you with a giggle. I…” He struggled for the words he’d never been able to find. “I like things my way.”

Her eyes flashed black fire, shining like Lottie’s engagement ring. “Show me how you like it,” she whispered against his mouth.  

Every word of this.

Hey everyone! Just a few quick (realistic) reminders to start the week. And you might say "the fuck are you to go around giving advice like what the hell?" and to that I'll say you're totally right. But I've been having what at this point is a shitty month so I just wanted to try to, maybe, make others feel a bit better, at least regarding something I can talk about here. I still have a long way to go, so take it with a grain of salt. When I get into something I like analyzing it, and so here we are. These are all based in my own insecurities and feelings as someone who has been writing for just eight months (so I know fucking nothing about actually writing).

So, under the cut to not be as annoying, again, a few quick (realistic) reminders to start the week if you're… someone who writes:

- Your writing is not as bad as you think it is. It might not be mindblowing, but that's okay. What you see as bad is likely not really "bad" as much as it's "missing"; you have some vague idea of how it could have been better, you see the parts that you feel you half-assed, the parts you "settled for" because you "couldn't come up with something better". The reader doesn't. Writing is a skill, so as long as you keep using it it'll keep improving.

- Your OC is not as boring as you feel it is. It feels that way just because you know everything about them; there's no surprises in what you already know, but remember how you feel every time you come up with a new little canon fact about them? How cool you think it is? How well it suits them? Yeah, that's how other people feel when they learn about what to you is old news. They might be old but that doesn't mean they're boring.

- Your plot has worth. Maybe it's not perfect, it probably isn't, we all struggle with that, but it's not either perfect or shit. There is a middle, and as with your writing you're probably higher up than you think you are. You are telling a story. How many stories about something that happened at the supermarket have you heard throughout your life from different people? They're all people, they all went to a supermarket. Yes, and are all those stories the same? No, because they happened to different people in different days and different supermarkets. You have your own characters, and or your own day, and or your own supermarket.

This next one's especially for me. I hope I start following y own advice someday because it's good

- Focus on the people who encourage you, instead of on the people who don't. This has nothing to do with criticism; criticism should be considered unless it's hateful (not only because fuck people like that but also why would you follow the advice of someone hateful?). I'm just saying, don't give so much weight to the people who don't like your writing; don't let it affect you negatively more than the opinions of people who like what you do affect you positively. I know it can make you doubt yourself when you post something and it gets a certain kind of ignored, but shift focus to the people who cheers you on instead. Please, I beg you.

- If you find that you, yourself, often end up hating what you write, still write it. Write it, post it somewhere, and don't read it again. When you get someone saying that they love it, you'll hate it less. Trust me.

- Ask someone you trust to read over it, if you're doubting. I'm guilty of not doing this, I'll admit that (in my defense, when I started writing I never thought I'd publish it, and when I started publishing I didn't know anyone here. Now I wish I could be ahead enough to ask someone check it out), but do as I say and not as I do. It will calm your anxiety A LOT.

- Whatever comes to mind, write it down. This I do follow myself, and that's why I say it. I have notes that only have two lines of dialogue, or a brief description of someone waking up, or a little piece of narration that came to mind; it doesn't matter that they don't have a place yet, they probably will at some point, somewhere. I'm convinced I'm not special for this to be something that only happens to me, so trust me: sometimes those tiny phrases stand out and become one of your favorite bits. And you'll think "I wrote that with one eye open while I was falling asleep. And it's pretty good"; don't you want that? Would you rather "I thought of a nice little chat the other day but I can't remember it"?

- Maybe slightly contradictory after the last one, find a ritual to write. This is relative to how you typically write and might not apply to you, but it's worth giving it a go. If you can, find a place and make it your writing spot, have a specific playlist that you only use to write, have a cup of tea or coffee or chocolate or whatever you choose with you every time you start to write, pick a time of the day you're usually free at and sit down to write even if at first you don't manage to write anything. I could get more scientific with this, but the idea is: the brain learns. What this does is it cues your brain that "It's time to write!" and the more consistent you are the more used to it your brain will be and the less effort it'll require for you to get in the mood for writing. You'll get less anxious if you don't have much free time by knowing you have a designated period, and will help you focus. If you have a lot of free time it will stop you from going in and out of your doc constantly for hours while not doing anything else because you're "writing right now". This is not incompatible with the previous point: here is where you find a place for and/or flesh out those little ideas you put down so far.

These are the ones I can think of right now, but please add your own or argue any and all points if you want. Have a nice week!

SOMETIMES, THEY WIN

Horror | Oneshot | Noah/Seb | Smut | Violent

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34560556

Noah agrees to join Bobby and the gang for a group blind date at a haunted corn maze. He assumed it would be another long night of pining after Seb, but when the outting takes a sinister turn, he's got more to worry about than getting up the nerve to talk to his crush. Love can save you out there, but it cannot save you in the maze.

This is a horror story. It's violent and scary and low on fluff, yet smutty. I cannot guarantee anyone's survival. M/M. It's an homage to Children of the Corn, but with a dash of Stardust and a skosh of Supernatural Crowley-esque demons.

Monthly prompt competition from r/LITGFanFiction on Reddit.

Okay so I'm old and dumb and I forget that my other Tumblr exists. And so I posted this to the wrong one. Sorry for those who ae getting tagged again. Ignore me. I'm having a moment. But I like these and wanna have them on the right Tumblr. Thank you @becangle for tagging me in this picrew MC thingy. To start, dis Lili from The Sun in My Eyes. The black in the clothes and shoes was so dark that everything became a formless blob, so just pretend her boots are black.

Next up is Eve from The Bad Guy. She's so angelic, classy, and wholesome. Would be a shame if it was all a giant con. The shoes were limited. Pretend those are snakeskin.

Last up is Sinnah, but don't worry, she's used to never being first. Erikah is her twin after all. She's from So Good Staying Here. Seb's main squeeze is pretty much dressed like I imagined her, except I think the jacket would be more schlubby and worn. Also she needs a can of spraypaint in her hand.

Not gonna retag the people I tagged the first time. You know who you are 😆

ARJUN FIC. WE HAVE AN ARJUN FIC. I'M SO EXCITED.

Far away in a world of it's very own, tucked away in an affluent fashion quarter not too far from Bermondsey, is a place where designer heels and exorbitantly overpriced colognes supplied by a buxom Mancunian are a requirement. Verona Lane. It’s all about image first, personality later. The people there have mastered the art of keeping up appearances, even if it means renting the odd Lamborghini to pose outside your obscenely expensive bedsit in Penge with. Verona Lane is where this tale of deception, fashion and seriously questionable decisions begins.

Golden Thread [The Arjun x MC Gift Fic for @longbobmckenzie]

[Dev Patel is the Arjun FC and Liz Gillies is Devon’s FC.]