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snickerdoodlles · 5 months

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buckle up butter cup, i have QUESTIONS: 1, 2, 3 (👀), 11, 12, 15, 17 (👀), 22, 24, 32, 38, 40

I'll take your essay in MLA format plz <3

ah shit, i forgot my citations 😭

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

my current default is Libre Franklin! i actually cycle through fonts a lot? i like the editing trick of changing your font to help catch errors and clunky writing, and sometimes i'll switch the font of my doc if i'm feeling particularly stuck while i'm writing. idk how many people know this, but you can change the default font/formatting/color of google docs, and i do it constantly 😂

2. If you had to give up your keyboard and write your stories exclusively by hand, could you do it? If you already write everything by hand, a) are you a wizard and b) pen or pencil?

I write by hand a lot actually! I went through 2.5 notebooks alone last year iirc. I always write in pen -- writing by hand helps me gets ideas out of my head faster, and part of that is that i can't undo/backspace what i write. i just gotta move on. and since i'll have to rewrite it anyways when i type it up, writing by hand really helps me get that first rough draft mess out. it also helps me discard the really crap ideas from that first draft -- sometimes the typed doc that it distills into is completely different than what's on paper, and we're all grateful for it.

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

WRITING IN FRIENDS DMS!!!! nothing gets my ideas flowing better than a friend to bounce them around with, and nothing helps me solidify and distill ideas like needing to explain them to someone. i am so bad about sending friends multiple screens worth of written scenes in their DMs (i am very fortunate to have friends who let me do this). this ritual is cursed because my preferred DM platform is tumblr, and i actually rarely remember to save these writings to something more permanent like a doc (pour one out for the many, many, MANY writings lost in DMs <3)

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

*stares at writing notebook* *stares at lost DM fics* kill your darlings

real answer lol: if there's something i really like, i can usually find a way to bring it back into a WIP. i'm really good at that sort of adaptive thinking, but part of why i'm good at that is because i am a ruthless darling killer. all of my editing is very much focused on how all the pieces of a story work in harmony to each other and if something doesn't fit within that, that's not the story for it. but sometimes the reason why a thing doesn't work in the story is because its in the wrong place and since I have no issue removing things that don't work, it's a lot easier to find a better place for it if you're not fixated on keeping it in a specific spot. and for any darling that never makes its way back to its home story, it goes into my mental compost heap to possibly seed into something new for a future story.

12. If a genie offered you three writing wishes, what would they be? Btw if you wish for more wishes the genie turns all your current WIPs into Lorem Ipsum, I don’t make the rules

fool proof way to write in the shower, perfect recall when im trying to remember a story idea i laid out in DMs, the perfect cure to my adhd executive dysfunction.

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

i'm an avid annotator but only for like...general knowledge? all of my textbooks, reference book, and journal articles/papers are littered with annotations and other marginalia (this is partially why i have so many colored ink ballpoint pens actually 😂). there was a hot minute where i tried to do this for general story/poetry books, but...ehh???? i never quite got into that because usually i just lose myself in the story and my external thoughts come out better in friend DMs or post tags ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

as for the others-- dog ear, no, i don't like the look of bent pages. plus i have a loooot of bookmarks i'm still not using because they're one of those Cheap Art Merch things lol. i absolutely read in the bath (if i take a bath, because ya girl gets BORED), but usually im grabbing one of my travel edition books jic something happens to it, anything electronic i hold over the edge so it won't fall in.

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

will respond in a separate post so i can be extra annoying!! lmk if there's a specific WIP you're hoping to hear about XD

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

hrmmhmMm define organized?

zero organization to notebooks. those are for Throwing Up Ideas, organization would give me writer's block or anxiety. similar for anything that winds up in my phone notes -- even if i could organize them better, i probably wouldn't? they're kinda like a part 2 to the writing notebook for me jotting down ideas, esp stuff that i don't think will become proper stories. proper stories are on google drive because i don't have a better option. fics there are separated by fandom. series and multi-chapter fics get their own folders, individual stories stay out in the general folder. i also have a folder for posted/finished one-shots and a compost folder for discarded story ideas to help keep the clutter down

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

...how much does friend DM yelling count? i love plotting out stories in friend DMs, it's one of my favorite things to do, but i don't like. force myself to stick with anything either. i don't like rigorous story outlines, i prefer a more organic and flexible approach to writing stories. the best i can manage for a story outline is a general bullet list of story points i hope to hit. i like research a lot (wikipedia rabbit holes my beloved <3), but i don't usually worry about going too in-depth for it. it's really good fuel for story ideas and the brainstorming process, but like. i write fic. i care a lot about being sensitive and careful with other people's cultures and histories, but otherwise i don't fret the details and minute because my goal here is to share silly stories.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

uuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

this is really hard for me because i never read stories as individual lines. that said, i was thinking earlier of that poem (poem line?) "a hand has five fingers. five fingers and five thousand wants." because talk about kim-core, but i don't remember what its from and google isn't helping.

that said, hope y'all are ready for me to reblog this and this 583478 times when we finally hit proper hogswatch season <333

38. What is something about your writing process YOU think is Really Weird? If you are comfortable, please share. If you’re not comfortable, what do you think cats say about us?

..........i had an answer in mind when i first saw this question, but i just forgot everything now that i'm here (am i even a writer?? surely not.)

maybe this will come back to me later.

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it.

you get "the more loving one" by wh auden because i am ALWAYS thinking of this poem. #predictable

[[ writer asks ]]

#thank you! <3 #also: welcome to the world of RamblesTM

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spnfanficpond · 2 years

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Weekly Pond Newsletter

The Winchesters pilot has aired and I think we've all agreed that Carlos is our favorite, right?

Old Business:

The Alpha Reader List is live! We still have a couple of potential alpha readers going through the entrance testing, so the list may expand in the coming weeks. Click here to see who's on the list!

Fishing for Treasures Weekend: AU edition! We've got over 40 stories queued up this weekend, and most of them are series, so there's plenty of AU love out there for you to read. (Next month we will be celebrating Gen fics!)

Fun time sprinting in the discord server! A few of us were hanging out in the discord server earlier and had a great time doing writing sprints for prizes! @princessmisery666 provided the prompt, and @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes won for most words written in 30 minutes! Click here to read their story!

New Business:

New Members Spotlight will be posted this week. So far, we only have one new member this month, so we will have to shower them with all of the love!

#SPNVAN is next weekend! If you're planning to attend, and are looking for friends to hang out with while you're there, give a shout out in the channel for the con in our discord server!

Are you hosting a writing challenge or bingo and want to advertise on our blog to spread the word? That's awesome! Submit a link to us using the tag #i'm running a challenge and my fellow pondies should come check it out and we'll reblog your post to signal boost!

New prizes in the prize pool! Michelle just got finished updating the prize pool when a new Culturefly box came, so now she's behind again. lol! With 68 pages full of prizes, though, there's already something for everyone! Prizes can be won every month by submitting nominations for Angel Fish Awards, as well as participating in certain Manta Ray chats when sprint games are played. Prizes include complete season DVD sets of SPN, t-shirts, collectibles, writing tools, and even the chance to highlight a story (or your own or someone else's, your choice!) on the Pond blog and have all of the Manta Rays reblog it! Isn't that cool? Check out the list linked above and let us know if there's anything else you'd like to see added!

That's all for this week! To see all Pond events, and also other SPN-related things like conventions and online concerts, check out our Google calendar! We try to keep it as up to date as possible. If there's something you want to see on the calendar that's not there (maybe a convention we missed, or cast birthdays, or something similar), send us an ASK and let us know!

Hope you have a great week! - From your admins, @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @fictionalabyss, and @mariekoukie6661 (and also @thoughtslikeaminefield and @coffee-obsessed-writer!)

#weekly events post #pond admin

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bomberqueen17 · 2 years

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vacation

i am Going on Vacation. wellll i’m going to an AirBnB “cabin in the woods” in... somewhere down the hudson valley, so far from my house but closeish to the farm, for two nights, and then we’re going to the farm for the week. hopefully there will be cabin-building. hopefully i will not just wash eggs the whole time but i am prepared to wash eggs the whole time. dude is staying at the farm for the week because he can work remotely and like why... not.... he was going to come back on the train, but i wanted him to help with cabin things and of course we don’t know what the weather will be so we don’t know which day we’ll be able to spend on building shit so. impossible to schedule.

anyway. The Farm Season is going to begin. I’m not ready. I meant to do literally any physical activity this winter and just didn’t. Woke up this morning with one forearm all sore and funky and either I was possessed in my sleep or I have... sore muscles... from scrubbing a pot??? yeah idk.

anyhow this cabin in the woods just outside a fairly large town has a hot tub so i am going to procure a bucket of salmon and sit topless in it and live my bearselkie dreams, so.

also i have packed both a sewing machine and my serger into the car already, and several large bags of Projects, so we shall see what I actually do but I’m Prepared.

(Have I packed clothes? No. I found my bikini. That’s not gonna cut it for like. Going out to dinner or you know the entire week I’m spending working on the farm. (Mm yes I am applying roof sheathing to the cabin in a 40 degree drizzle, in a bikini! Hmm maybe not.) So probably I need to do that but let me just sit here trying to get my weird sore arm to work again. God I have the fitness levels of an entire veal calf.)

edit: oh I forgot to post this, I stuck it in the queue by accident.

well, I’m on vacation, which is why I haven’t updated the fic today. I just forgot it was Friday. I have hot-tubbed topless and today I lay in the sun in a thong for a careful twenty minutes so as not to get sunburnt, but like, I needed some vitamin D, and that’s not a sex thing that’s a genuine metabolism thing. It’s going to rain the rest of the time but today it’s a glorious 70F so I’m out there. I will update the fic! Probably tomorrow when it is raining, but it’s possible I won’t get to it. Rest assured, I have several juicy possibilities and hope to get even more written whilst here, I’m just, you know, away from the keyboard and made no provisions for this, LOL.

#about the author #bearselkie lyfe

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thatknittinglady · 2 years

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Since I'm obsessed. I'm gonna be trying to make up some recipes up for the Dramione fic that has killed me three times. Burned my crops and poisoned my wells.

And we'll Since there is quite a good point about baking...

So far I have the recipes in my head. Since I know this and I have them written down. But things like the crumb bars I need to make sure will turn out well. Then there is the lemon biscuits. (Or rather lemon shortbread cookies. Shortbread is rather easy for children to make and let's them mush butter/flour around with their CLEAN hands.)

Keep in mind that the reason why I say I have to test the recipes is because yeah. I'm gonna be going away from the main recipe.

For instance and this is a relatively easy one.

One of the sad pies. Which WOULD work given how the pie itself is constructed.

Chess pie!

Two pie crusts.

Put the pie crusts into a dish and lightly bake on 450 for 8 minutes. Take out and cool.

Filling~~~~

Tangerine zest (1 tablespoon or about one to two tangerines)

Pinch of salt (1/4 teaspoon)

EDIT: (THIS IS WHY WRITE THINGS DOWN)

1 cup sugar

1/4 cup butter melted

1/3 cup of tangerine juice

1 tablespoon of cookie crumbs (very fine crums)

1 tablespoon of flour

4 eggs

Beat eggs till lightly frothy, add in the grated peel and sugar and whisk until combined. Add in the butter and mix. Then the cookie crumbs and flour. Then the juice. Mix until all combined.

Then put into oven turn down to 350 and bake. For 40 mins. Put aluminum foil around edges to prevent burning.

Chess pie usually uses cornmeal. But I'm thinking Hermione might always have cookies all about so using fine cookie crumbs would help. Maybe even more to help set the filling. Since this is more of a custard filling.

So like I said the idea is to change a bit of the traditional way a recipe is from Being written down just a little. Just enough to try to give it a tiny bit of flair and such.

Like for the lemon shortbread cookies I want to make them VERY lemony. So it's gonna have extra zest from normal.

Then the crumb bars. And Treacle tart pie that would be for Harry. That's three things to try to bake tomorrow. And that is JUST THE START.

Yes. Two pies and some shortbread cookies. I've got to make the crumb bars too. Hopefully some triple berry stuff I made for a persimmon pudding is still good to use for the crumb bar filling.

I'm gonna be using ginger snap cookie crumbs. My poor blender is gonna hate me. Lol.

#dramione #draco x hermione #measure of a man #fanfiction #baking #recipies #fanfiction recipies

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everybodyscupoftea · 4 years

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this is the life

ole miss rafe x reader

you and your boyfriend deal with your ~futures~

literally no one asked for this lol, i’m sorry

(warnings: cursing)

Your animal and dairy sciences seminar had a report due that you’d stayed up very late making last minute edits to because you were stressed it was really bad. The next morning was brutal. Not only was in an 8 a.m. lecture, but your coffee machine was out and you overslept, barely giving yourself enough time to get to class before the professor checked attendance.

You slid into your seat, out of breath, just as started scanning the seating chart for attendance. The boy who sits next to you turned to ask, “Library was backed up this morning?”

“What?” you asked, halfway paying attention, still scrambling to get your notebook out.

“Since you’re running late, I’m assuming it’s because the library was busy when you went to print your report.”

Your stomach dropped and you swore, “Fuck. I forgot to print it. Fucking fuck. I submitted it online but I forgot we needed to hand him a physical copy too. Oh god I can’t afford to fail this class.” You were getting worked up and the boy was starting to look more and more like he regretted talking to you in the first place.

“I mean he’s pretty chill, so I’m sure if you explain he’ll let you bring it by his office later.”

The boy had a point, but you were already too far gone. For the rest of the class, you were unfocused, and if someone asked you what he lectured on, you’d have no clue, so preoccupied with rehearsing how you were going to beg him for an extension. You only had one other class, and you’d definitely be able to print it out and run it to him between them, but that was depending on if he let you.

Just as class was ending, your phone vibrated in your hoodie pocket, and you checked it, immediately calmed at seeing a text from your boyfriend. Rafe sent Can’t wait to see you this weekend and whatever had a grip on your chest loosened enough for you to take a full breath for the first time since waking up.

After speaking to your professor and his reassurance that you didn’t really need to worry much about the written report, that it was just to ensure everyone had it turned in prior to class, you left, much happier, but the exhaustion hitting you straight in the gut.

Thankfully, all you had left that day was a communication elective and then to drive to Rafe’s apartment in Oxford. He’d convinced you to make the trip because he wanted to show you around the place he’d called home for four years after leaving behind his “hometown trauma.” His words.

Your class flew by, people were giving speeches and you’d given yours Wednesday, so you sat there mindlessly, half asleep, until she dismissed the class for the weekend. Stopping back by your apartment to pick up your overnight bag, you decided to last minute check your PO Box, it had been a while. To your shock, you actually had mail, and when you saw the return address, the sick feeling returned to your stomach.

There was about a two-hour drive to Rafe’s apartment from Starkville, and you had the option of opening the letter containing either the best news or the worst news of your life before the drive or at Rafe’s apartment. Part of you wanted to know then, but a stronger part of you wanted to be with Rafe so he could comfort you if necessary.

Instead of making a decision, you felt your tired brain could not, you called Rafe. He answered before the second ring and you couldn’t help yourself.

“I see that receptionist job taught you some useful skills.”

“What?” he asked, sounding confused.

“Answering my calls fast, that’s good because my time is money.”

Rafe sighed, “Can I help you?”

“Someone’s mad. But, yes, should I open the letter from the vet school now or wait until I get to Oxford.”

You heard some shuffling around before he answered, “You think you can wait? I actually have something to tell you too.”

“Yeah, um, sure,” you were a little worried, “Is everything okay?”

“I think so. We just need to talk.”

“Right, talk, are you sure everything’s good?”

“Yeah, stop worrying. Just drive on over.”

You had been excited to go visit, but after that phone call you wanted to go back to bed. With a deep sigh, you rubbed your eyes with the heels of your hands and slumped backward. Blinking away the spots, you buckled up, pit in your stomach, and drove to your favorite coffee shop in Starkville. If shit was going to go down in Oxford you were going to have your comfort drink.

StrangeBrew’s drive-thru was packed and you tapped your fingers anxiously on the steering wheel as you waited to order your blueberry cobbler cold brew with soy milk. Right as the barista handed you the to-go cup, your phone vibrated and Rafe had sent drive safe!! <3. The fuck did that mean in the context of your earlier phone conversation?!

The drive to Oxford was boring as hell. You’d made it before, a band you liked had played there one night, and you and some friends had made the reluctant trip to see them. Turning on your podcast, you focused on nothing but the drive, pushing aside relationship doubts and the growing anxiety about the letter sitting in your passenger seat.

You called Rafe when you got close, and he was waiting outside his building when you finally found a visitor’s spot. He jogged over to grab your overnight bag and bent down to give you a quick kiss, before greeting you with, “Hey, baby, how was the drive?”

“Boring as fuck, nothing new.”

“Went smoothly?”

“About as smooth as possible. I’ve had to pee for the last like 40 minutes though, so it’d be great if I could do that now.”

He laughed and turned to walk to his building, motioning for you to follow him. You did, scampering a little to keep up with his long strides, and he unlocked a door on the first floor, holding it open for you, “Bathroom’s down the hall to the left.”

Rafe was sitting on the couch when you made it back out to the living room, and you finally took a good look at him. His laptop was on the coffee table and he was wearing a pair of Ole Miss sweats, a worn-out t-shirt, and a pair of glasses you were unaware he needed.

“Take a picture,” he interrupted your train of thought and you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up, Cameron. Now, tell me what you want to talk about so I can open my letter.”

“No, open your letter first and then we’ll talk.”

You weren’t sure why he was so insistent or why your heart rate tripled, but you were pretty sure it wasn’t the coffee. With shaking hands, you held up the letter from the MSU Vet School. All of your undergrad work came down to that letter, whether you’d have to take a gap year and try to find work to apply again or whether you could move forward in your career path.

Rafe watched on eagerly as you carefully tore it open and started reading. Eyes jumping across the page, unable to focus, you barely made out, Congratulations and We welcome you and We look forward to seeing you next fall.

With a gasp, you launched yourself at an unprepared Rafe and latched on, arms wrapped around his neck. He ran his hand up and down your back soothingly and asked, gently, “Good news?”

“I’m going to Vet School,” you whispered, voice cracking in the middle of your sentence.

“Fucking right you are, my little Rockstar.”

Your face heated up and you buried it in the crook of his neck, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. Only to come crashing back down a few seconds later as you remembered Rafe wanted to talk. Pulling back slowly, you asked, “So, what was it you wanted to talk about?”

His face lit up and he leaned forward, hanging on to you so he didn’t accidentally dump you onto the floor, and grabbed his laptop. Clicking to his email, he showed you the message he had pulled up from Mississippi State University Department of History Admissions.

“So, you know I’ve been interested in teaching,” he started, “and I’m debating whether I’d like to teach college or not.”

“Yeah, last we talked, you were leaning toward college professor, right?”

“Right. Well, I applied to a few schools that had a PhD program I was interested in, and I heard back from my top choice.”

Your mind was racing, still not connecting the dots, until he motioned at his laptop. Looking back down, you skimmed the email, telling him that he’d been accepted into MSU’s PhD in European History program and gasped, turning back to him in excitement, “No way?!”

“Way,” he told you, wide grin on his face.

Jaw dropped, your mind raced to put together a coherent thought, “How long have you been planning this?”

“The program is good, this isn’t a new thought, but MSU obviously jumped up my preference list to the top after we got together.”

“Fuckin whipped,” you teased and he tilted your chin down to kiss you.

Pulling away he brushed some of your hair back, “Only for you.”

As he leaned in again, you were the one to pull back, “Wait, we have to celebrate!”

Rafe groaned, “No, let me kiss you.”

“No! I want food, I spent the entire ride thinking I was going to get dumped when I got here.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “What?”

“We need to talk,” you quoted, “that’s one scary fucking sentence, Cameron.”

He smiled sheepishly, “Sorry, sweetheart, I just wanted to keep it a surprise.”

“Well you did.”

Rafe leaned in to kiss you again and pulled back to add, “You really think I’d make you drive all the way here, just to break up with you. I’m wounded you think that lowly of me.”

“You are an asshole.”

Rolling his eyes, he pinched your cheek gently, “Be nice to me, I’m sacrificing my dignity and lowering myself to Mississippi State’s standards.”

Blinking a few times in surprise at his sudden switch, you told him back, “Fuck off, I’m sure you were last choice as soon as they saw where you got your undergrad degree.”

Without saying anything else, he kissed you again, gripping behind your knees and shifting so your back was on the couch. As he lowered himself down on top of you, you decided that food could wait. You had your future to celebrate.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron fluff #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron fic #rafe obx #outer banks fic #outer banks #obx #college rafe #ole miss rafe

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kikis-writing-world · 3 years

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Who’s The Boss

Summary: Max has a late night meeting with his boss to discuss his recent poor performance. She might have an idea or two on what he can do to keep his job.

Pairing: Max Phillips x F!OC (It is written third person, but there are very few descriptors. Could be read as F!Reader)

Word Count: 3.8k

Rating/Warnings: 18+ SMUT! D/S dynamics (sub!Max, use of “ma’am” and “good boy” honorifics), abuse of power (consensual boss/employee,) oral (f receiving,) squirting, fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex, role playing, established relationship, aftercare conversation (he’s a vamp and doesn’t really need any, but it’s brought up CUZ ITS IMPORTANT!) Swearing. No beta/editing. As always, if I miss a tag please feel free to let me know! I wanna keep my bbys safe <3

A/N: Idk why I thought I should write Max being dommed? I guess I wanted our vampire frat boy to be put in his place?. Anyway... here it is, I’m only mildly ashamed lol

Max watched as the final person boarded the elevator, finally leaving the office. He’d been anxious all day, uncharacteristically so, for the rest of his coworkers to leave for the night. He nearly felt like shooing Elaine out of the office by the time she was packing up. With the floor empty, he finally turned towards the closed door of the office.

She’d disappeared into the office about 40 minutes ago. The door was closed but the light was on, bleeding through the crack under the door. He steeled himself, not truly knowing what he was going to meet on the other side once he knocked. Grabbing the nearest file folder off the nearest desk, he shook his arms loose and crossed the room. His knock was answered by a clipped voice, calling for him to enter.

She was sitting behind the desk, looking over various papers and reports. Her bottom lip, perfectly painted bright red, was caught between her teeth. The cardigan she’d worn earlier in the day was draped over the back of the chair. The top two buttons of her tight blouse were undone, the third looking ready to pop open over the swell of her breasts. He cursed the desk from blocking his view of her lower half. He’d seen the pencil skirt she was wearing as she walked the office earlier and he would love another look at her bare legs.

“Can I help you, Mr. Phillips?” She drawled. Her voice oozed with boredom and she didn’t even look up at him. Something about his disinterest had him aching to catch her attention.

“Uh, yes, Mrs-”

“Miss.” She cut him off with a sharp glare before he even had a chance to say her name. It was so abrupt, he almost felt like he was slapped with the syllable.

“It’s Miss.” She repeated, eyes boring into him. “I’m not married. What use would I have for some useless husband?” She scoffed, sitting up and giving him her full attention. His eyes dropped to her chest, seeing the way the movement put even more strain on the fabric covering her.

“Well? Are you wasting my time for a reason, Phillips, or are you here to stare at my breasts?” She snipped, eyebrow quirking up in challenge. Her lips pursed, proud of herself for catching him. He might have blushed if he was physically capable.

“It’s my sales numbers.” He grimaced. She was already in a bad mood and it was about to get worse.

“I’ve already seen your numbers, Phillips.” She sighed, standing up. His eyes followed her hands as they smoothed down the front of her skirt. “Have a seat,” she ordered, gesturing to the chair opposite her. He sat as requested, keeping the folder in his lap as she rounded to the front of the desk. The red patent stilettos she wore nearly made his mouth water.

“Now Max,” she paused to perch on the edge of the desk. He fought to keep his eyes on her face and not the long legs on display in front of him. “May I call you Max?”

“Of course.” He nodded, desperate for her approval.

“Max, we had very high hopes for you when you came to us but lately your numbers have been dropping. You’re not quite up to par. What’s going on, buddy?” She asked with an exaggerated pout.

He struggled to answer, not only because he was scared to disappoint but also because she crossed her legs as she spoke. Any thoughts he had about defending himself disappeared, the only thoughts on the smooth inner thigh and scrap of red fabric she’d flashed him.

She tsked, stopped his ambling for a coherent thought. “That’s a shame. You had good credentials, good references, you did amazing in your interview.”

She leaned back onto her desk, both arms stretched behind her to keep herself propped up. He wished beyond wishes that button in the center of her chest would finally give way.

“If you don’t start impressing me, we’re going to have to let you go.” She stated.

Max’s eyes widened, tearing his gaze away from her body to her eyes. “There has to be something I can do. I need this job. I’m better than these numbers, I promise.”

“Hmm,” She hummed, biting her lower lip as she thought. Despite the worry over losing his job, he wondered how it tasted. “There may be something you can do for me, Max.” She decided, uncrossing her legs.

“Anything.” He breathed, and by god did he mean it.

The last thing he was expecting was for her to lift her leg, resting the arch of her foot on his shoulder. The overhead lights bounced off the shiny material of the shoe as it found its perch, the thin heel pressing not uncomfortably into his collarbone. His mouth ran dry as he followed the line of her leg up from her foot to where it disappeared under her skirt. The skirt that had ridden up her thighs as she lifted her leg high enough to pin him in the chair.

“Why don’t you show me that silver tongue you bragged about when we hired you.” She purred.

Max’s jaw dropped and it took his brain a second to catch up. It didn’t help that what little blood he had coursing through his vampiric veins was entirely focussed below his belt.

“Yes ma’am.” He breathed. He tried to move forward, but her leg kept him in his seat.

“You can start there.” She instructed, very glib for what she was asking him to do.

“Yes ma’am,” he repeated. He cupped her calf in his hand, pressing his lips to the inside of her ankle. He kissed it tenderly, eyes on her to see if he was pleasing her. Her lips quirked up, almost imperceptibly so but it egged him on regardless. He kissed her ankle, licking the soft skin. He tested the pressure against his shoulder, moving his lips farther up her leg. When he met no resistance, he continued upwards.

He nipped at the skin of her calf, worshiping every inch of skin she permitted him to reach. When she felt his teeth against her skin, she didn’t jump, but warned him not to bite. He glanced up at her, trying to show his apology in his eyes. She seemed appeased and didn’t say anything more, letting her leg drape over his shoulder as he moved higher.

He reached her thigh, looking up for permission to push her skirt out of the way. Instead of verbalizing a response, she hooked her other knee over his shoulder. Trapped between her soft thighs, he could already smell her arousal. She lifted her hips from the desk, pushing her weight onto him. He slid the skirt up to her waist, revealing the lacy red number that she had been hiding all day. He moved to pull the garment down over her ass, but she stopped him with a hard pull of his hair quickly grabbing his attention.

“Do you really think you’ve earned that yet?” She asked. He could tell it was rhetorical, that he hadn’t earned it. He responded by releasing the lace, which earned him a good boy. He didn’t have a chance to preen under the praise as she pushed his head forward to her core.

He gripped her thighs as he licked at her through her panties. The fabric was already damp and tasted of her. He groaned, gripping her plush thighs tighter.

She sighed above him, releasing her tight grip on his hair to stroke it instead. Her nails dragged along his scalp in the most delicious way.

The lace grew slick quickly, his own saliva mixing with her arousal as he worked at her. It clung to her skin, almost showing him what she looked like underneath. He longed to taste her without the damn barrier between them.

Her hand left the back of his head, but having received no further instructions, he kept licking and sucking at her. He pushed his tongue as deep into her as the underwear allowed, swirling his tongue against her walls before focusing back on her clit. Chancing a glance upwards, he saw that she had unbuttoned her blouse, her hands playing with her nipples through the matching red lace bra. He moaned at the sight.

“Focus.” She chided, although her tone was breathy with pleasure. He obliged, hoping that if he made her feel good enough, she’d give him more. “So easily distracted.”

“Sorry, ma’am.” He muttered, not daring to move away. He heard her breath hitch as his voice vibrated against her. He hummed against her, hoping to recreate the sensation.

Her hips bucked as she gasped. He smirked proudly against her, but a moment later she was pulling him away by his hair again. He looked up at her, licking her taste off his lips as he wondered what he’d done wrong.

“Take them off.”

He barely stopped himself from ripping the delicate fabric into pieces, instead sliding it hastily down her legs. He dropped the red lace to the ground, diving back into her core. He moaned at the taste of her with nothing blocking his way this time. He devoured her like a man starved.

His increased efforts seemed to be working for her, as she leaned backwards onto her elbows with a moan. He wanted to tell her how exquisite she tasted, but was worried taking his mouth off of her to do so would just annoy her. He tried to convey it with his actions, licking as deep into her as he could. He groaned as her juices coated his tongue, dripping down his lips and chin.

Her hand was back in his hair, firm grip directing him up to her clit. He obliged, circling the bud with his tongue. He tried different motions, listening for her reactions to find what she liked best. Anytime she moaned or gasped, he tried to make her do it again and again. His chin was soaked, but it felt like she was growing wetter by the second against him.

“Fingers,” she breathed, a pleading tone to her voice. The sound made him ache in his pants, her in-charge facade losing power as he pleasured her.

He plunged two fingers inside her, her walls fluttering around them as she whimpered. He worked them in and out, crooking them upwards against her muscles as he searched for the spot that would drive her wild. He knew he found it when her hips jerked against him, heels digging into his back as her grip on his hair grew near painful.

“Right there,” she confirmed, voice breaking. “Oh god Max, right there.”

He thanked whatever evil magic behind vampires that he didn’t need oxygen to live. Even if he did need to breathe, he wouldn’t have been able to pull out of her tight grip as she came. As her taste flooded his mouth, he acknowledged that this would have been a valiant death indeed. She ground her hips against him, using him to prolong her pleasure.

He only pulled away as her body went limp, her hand releasing the back of his head as she reclined against the desk, panting to catch her breath. He sat up, devouring the sight of her splayed out in front of him as he licked her from his lips. Her lipstick was smeared so slightly from biting her lips, her skin shimmering with a sheen of sweat. He could see her nipples peaked against the lacy bra. Her legs were still propped on his shoulders, giving him an exquisite view of her twitching pussy. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her as he began undoing his pants.

The sound of his belt clanking open had her looking down at him. She frowned, despite her relaxed stance.

“Oh no, no, no.” She practically sang, stopping Max in his tracks. “You think one little orgasm and I’m going to let you fuck me?” She laughed, breathless. “It’s going to take more than that. Especially if you want me to forgive those awful sales numbers.” She sat up, chest still heaving. She fanned her blouse, trying to cool her body.

When Max’s voice finally returned to him, he asked “What do I need to do?”

She cupped his chin, making sure he kept his eyes on her face. “Such a good boy,” she cooed, caressing his cheek with her thumb. He leaned into the loving touch, craving more of it. “If you want to make me forget those numbers, you better make me soak this desk. Make a mess of those reports and I won’t be able to read the numbers, will I?”

The grip on his chin tightened as she leaned forward, holding in place as she stared him down. “And then maybe I’ll let you fuck me. Understood?”

“Yes ma’am.” He gulped, staring deeply into her eyes.

“Good boy.” She smiled, giving his head a quick shake before she released her grip and laid back against the desk once more.

Max didn’t need to be instructed further. He wanted to fuck her. Wanted to prove that he deserved to fuck her, that he could make her feel so good if she let him. The second she laid back, he dove between her thighs once more.

She was still sensitive from her first orgasm, if her twitching muscles and breathless moans were anything to go by. He eased two fingers back inside of her, searching once again for that spot. She was tighter but wetter than moments before and he throbbed in his pants. He could feel his dick leaking with excitement, but he had to ignore it for now. It would be worth it if she finally let him fuck her.

He sucked her clit gently to start, easing her back into the sensations, but worked up to a feverish pace quickly. She was writhing under him in no time as his fingers twisted inside of her.

He heard objects falling off the desk as she squirmed. She was making a mess and he loved it. Anything that could serve as proof that he was rocking her world was good in his book.

“M-Max, I’m-” She moaned as something heavy clattered to the ground.

He growled against her, massaging and pressing inside her. If she wanted to make a mess, he’d make a mess of her.

He felt her whole body tense up and shake before exploding as she cried out. Her convulsing walls pushed his fingers out of her as she came, warm and wet against him. He moaned as it soaked him, drinking up as much of the sweet nectar as he could as he circled her clit with his fingers. He felt his shirt sticking to him as her cum dribbled down his chin and neck.

As quickly as it happened, it was over. She lay whimpering and twitching on the desk as he sat back against the chair beaming with pride. She didn’t even look up at him as he gently lowered her legs from his shoulders, bringing them into his lap instead.

He caressed her lower legs, grounding her and letting her know he was there as he waited for his next orders. He was almost painfully hard as he waited for her to come back to him, to finally give him the permission he craved. If he didn’t get to fuck her, god he was going to kill something tonight.

She sat up slowly, her hair a mess. She looked like the perfect centerfold of the dirtiest magazine he could think of, eyes hooded and dark. She reminded him of the MTV video vamps he jerked off to as a teenager, only hotter. Teenaged him would have blown his load twice-over by now.

“So, you can follow directions then.” She hummed.

Max couldn’t stop the laugh from bubbling in his chest. “When there’s an incentive.”

She chucked with him, leaning towards him. She reached out to wipe his face, collecting her juices on her fingers. “The carrot instead of the rod then.” She smirked before sucking her fingers clean.

“Whichever one gets to fuck you.” He shot back, adding a ma’am as he remembered himself.

“Don’t get cheeky,” she warned although she grinned. “But you’ve earned it.”

Max thought he might faint as she crooked her finger, beckoning him forward. He stood so quickly the chair toppled behind him. He stood between her legs, pressing as close to her as he could. He could feel his pants dampening across his thighs where he leaned into the desk under her. He was trembling with anticipation, but he waited for her permission to go any further.

She caressed his cheek, tiling her face in thought. He nuzzled into her hand, aching for more of her touch, to please her.

“You want me?” She purred.

“Please.” He nearly whimpered.

“How do you want me?”

“Anyway you’ll have me.”

“Good boy.” She grinned, patting his cheek twice. She turned his head, pressing her mouth to his ear to whisper “bend me over the desk and fuck me like your job depends on it.”

He was never so glad for super-human speed. She was bent over the desk, ass on display in a second. He heard her gasp as she was laid flat over the top of the desk, but he could hardly care. He was too busy pushing his pants down his thighs, finally freeing his cock.

He lined himself up, not daring to ask if she was ready lest she take back the permission she’d given. He thrust into her, groaning loudly as he finally sank into her warmth. She moaned, back arching under him. He had to pause, already so close to cumming after the long wait.

“Fuck, Max.” She panted as she adjusted to his size. It only took a second until she was wiggling back into him.

He gripped her hips tightly. Not having been able to bite her, mark her up, he hoped her hips bruised. Hoped she would have a lasting reminder of him taking her over the desk in the days it took to fade.

He thrust in and out, hearing the breath punched out of her lungs with every stroke. Her hands were scrambling for purchase, looking for something solid to hold onto as he fucked harshly into her. He grit his teeth, trying to stave off his own increasing pleasure. He had to make this last. She moaned beneath him, pushing back into his thrusts once she gripped the edge of the desk for leverage.

He was glad he’d had the patience to wait until the office was empty. There was no doubt what was happening in this room from the lewd sounds. Skin slapping skin; moans, grunts and cries. Watching her ass bounce against him, he was glad he hadn’t died between her thighs. He wouldn’t have wanted to miss this.

Feeling bold by the noises she was making, he reached forward and gripped her hair, pulling her head back. She whimpered before moaning his name loudly. He felt her tighten impossibly around him. Taking that as approval, he kept the grip tight.

“God, Max,” she moaned loudly, voice echoing off the walls. “If you could make sales with your dick, we’d be rich.”

He growled through clenched teeth, eating up the praise. Releasing her hair, he wrapped his hand around her neck, pulling her flush against his chest. She whimpered as it changed the angle inside of her, her eyes fluttering closed.

“‘S’at mean I’m keeping my job?” He huffed into her ear before licking a stripe up her neck.

“Seal the deal first.” She shot back. He nearly laughed that she was still trying to hold authority over him in such a vulnerable position. Her legs were shaking, her voice trembling and hoarse.

He released her neck to palm her breast. He squeezed at the soft skin as he nosed along her shoulder. She smelt like sweat and sex, her typical perfume all but faded. He swore he could even smell the blood in her veins, flowing so fast, so hot.

She cried out his name as he pinched her nipple. He pushed her back over the desk, feeling her legs close to giving out. He could feel her getting close to her third orgasm, her walls fluttering around him. He stopped holding back, ready to chase his own release. Sneaking his hand beneath her, it only took the barest flick to her sensitive clit until she was wailing beneath him.

His eyes rolled back as her walls clamped around him. Feeling her walls fluttering around him, convulsing with release, it only took him a few more shallow thrusts until he was joining her. His loud groans bounced off the walls of the small office as he buried himself deep within her. She whimpered softly, reaching back to hold the hand that was clasped around her hip.

As he came down from his high, he pulled his softening length from her. He watched her walls flutter against nothing, his seed dripping out of her. He gripped a cheek in each hand, massaging them. It made the milky liquid drip out of her quicker, spreading over her lips. It was hypnotic.

He stopped himself before any could drip down onto the carpet. He took a kleenex from the box that had miraculously stayed on top of the desk throughout the encounter, using it to clean her up. She whined softly at the touch, overstimulated and spent. He threw the used tissue in the bin with perfect accuracy.

Lifting his pants back to his hips, he rounded the desk to sit in the rolling chair she had occupied when he entered. He couldn’t help but laugh at the goofy sated smile on her face as she remained on the desk. She looked up at his laugh, eyes bright but tired.

“So, do I keep my job?” He asked with a grin, smoothing down her hair.

“Mmhmm.” She nodded, closing her eyes at his touch. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?”

He laughed heartily at that before pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Another round, maybe.”

“Ugh, vampire.” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I mean, I didn’t say anything-”

“No, you were perfect.” He promised her.

“‘Kay. Good.” She sighed. “Cause if you needed, I’d move right now. I would.”

“I believe you.”

She groaned as she stood up, stretching her tired muscles. She kicked her shoes off, legs shaky enough without the heels, and padded slowly around the desk, leaning heavily on the furniture for support. Max watched with a smug grin.

“Shut up.” She pouted, sitting delicately in his lap.

“Didn’t say anything.” He argued, wrapping his arms around her.

“You were thinking it. It’s not my fault I can’t keep up with you.” She complained, nuzzling into his neck.

“Nope.” He denied, letting the word pop. “I was wondering if I get to be your… what did you say, “useless husband” again.”

“I was getting into character.” She laughed softly. “You’re always my useless husband, Mr. Phillips.”

“Don’t you forget it, Mrs. Phillips.”

Tagging @wickedfrsgrl @din-damn-djarin @thisisthe-wayson @vonschweetz @insideafictionaluniverse @driedgreentomatoes @computeringturtle @gorgeousgrogu (you replied to my post about writing this, but I can remove the tag if you’d like)

#Max Phillips x OC #Max Phillips x Reader #Max Phillips x F!OC #Max Phillips x F!Reader #Max Phillips imagine #Max Phillips fic #Max Phillips smut #Bloodsucking Bastards fanfic #dirty writings #Lemony fresh #WookieTales

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buckybeardreams · 3 years

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Sneak Peek of Tempting Ch 30!

Steve nodded, peering up at him.

"Please, sir?"

Sam nuzzled against him and gripped his neck until Steve sighed and melted into his arms.

"There you go, just be nice and soft for me."

Sam didn't do anything at first. He just held Steve and murmured soft words, releasing calm and safe, until Steve wasn't scenting anxious anymore.

"Good boy. So good, Steve. It's time now, little one. I'm gonna tell you what I expect of you and you're going to tell me that you understand before we start, okay?"

Steve nodded, lifting his eyes to look up at Sam. He felt slow and heavy, but he blinked back that floaty feeling as Sam slowly coaxed him back to the surface.

"I'm going to give you twenty swats, no pants, but over your underwear, and you're going to count each one. Then you're going to sit in the corner for five minutes before I take you back out to your Alphas to apologize and to be settled. Do you understand?"

Steve furrowed his brows.

"That's it?"

"That's exactly what you need."

Steve frowned. That didn't sound like nearly enough.

"But-"

"Uh-uh, none of that. I've told you what I expect and you're going to give it to me. If at any point it becomes too much then you're going to use your safeword and I'll stop. Now say yes, sir if you understand."

Sam's tone of voice left no room for arguing. He wasn't raising his voice and he didn't sound angry. He was calm and patient, but firm and decisive. It made Steve feel safe to have the decisions stripped away from him. He didn't have to decide, he didn't get to decide, because Sam had already decided for him.

"Yes, sir."

Okay so you know how I said I wrote a new chapter for 29 last week and pushed the other one back a week?? Well, the chapter that was originally written for 29, which is basically Stuckony discussing Stucky's upcoming heat and then Tony building nests, cuz he's in his preparation phase and has an insane urge to provide lol

Well, that chapter is still gonna happen, but it has been pushed back a few more chapters.

Basically, what happened is that when I decided to sneak in the whole Steve acting out and Tony turning to Sam for advice chapter last week, I couldn't help myself and just had to write Sam punishing Steve and it that turned into this whole other thing

I just got a little carried away and ended up splitting it up into three chapters, so I can still get things edited and posted on time. With that being said, assuming that I don't add in any more totally unnecessary chapters and manage to reign myself in, Tony proposing to his Omegas should be chapter 40!!

I've already written the scene and everything.

We also are going to be getting a chapter dedicated to a Stucky date that includes sex on a motorcycle, breaking into a pool, and Bucky proposing to Steve.

So that's gonna be great.

#samsteve #a/b/o #avengers a/b/o #a/b/o universe #a/b/o verse #a/b/o au #a/b/o dynamics #my writing #sneak peek #steve rogers #steve x sam #sam wilson #captain america #mcu falcon #marvel falcon

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ohgodmyeyes · 2 years

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have you posted anything recently? I’m asking because I read a fic by Anon on Ao3 and it sounded similar to your writing but I wasn’t sure why you would put it as anon given your account is scandalous

I'm not sure whether to be flattered or annoyed; this happened with my last anonymous fic, too. I honestly thought that if it wasn't Anakin/Reader I could still get away with it— there are nearly 200,000 Star Wars fics on ao3 for Christ's sake, lol.

Anyway, I post stuff anon for lots of reasons, including (but not limited to):

- The writing is bad and I don't want to edit it

- The story contains an EGREGIOUS factual inaccuracy

- The story was written drunk and I am ashamed of myself

- I don't want my husband to see it

- I don't want to have to take any responsibility for it if it hurts someone's feelings

- I don't feel like potentially justifying my treatment of Anakin or his family against people who don't understand how I express my love for them

- I promised to post something different but ended up making a liar of myself because creativity just doesn't work in a linear fashion

- My anxiety is even worse than normal

- The fandom is anything other than Star Wars

'What Kind Of Life' was written on my phone at lunch over the course of 40 minutes (everything else is still trapped on my ipad for a couple more days), and I truly didn't think it was worth putting my name to. I still don't, lol.

Hope you liked it anyway, though. :)

#i wouldn't call it scandalous #anakin skywalker #fanfic #thanks anon #writers are fucking weird

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go-go-devil · 3 years

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2 (What do you like most/least about editing?), 15 (What do you look for in writing dialogue?), 24 (Do you think a lot about story structure/arcs?), 40 (What writing detail are you most proud of in Chaos Inverted (or any other fic)?)

2.) My least favorite thing about editing is just how many times I really need to comb over my paragraphs to dig out any grammatical errors I've made during the first draft. Some of them I can point out instantly, while others take me longer to find, which is super frustrating (and the main reason why I always look for beta readers now).

That beings said, another part of me loves the editing process since it allows me to finally take in the story I've written, and gets me excited imagining how my readers will react to what I've created. It's also fun whenever I think of a cool detail and add it in last minute just to realize how much it enhances the scene!

15.) Had to think about this one for a bit. I guess one of the main things I look for in writing dialogue is how it relates to a character's emotional progression.

For example: if I have a character who's trying hard to hold back their anger, I would have them speak in more plain, direct language as they remain still and tense, and then once they start yelling at (possibly even getting physical with) the other character they're speaking too I'd give them more colorful, visceral language to better show how open their emotions are.

Besides that, I of course take a character's personality into account as well. When I have multiple different characters in a scene at once, I always try my best to give each of them a distinct voice through their word choice, how many words they speak in a single sentence, how introverted/extroverted they are, etc.

24.) All the time! Structure is one of the most important aspects of fiction writing to me, alongside pacing. I always try to perfect my outlines for how I want my fics to go before I start writing them so that reading them is a streamlined, satisfying experience for me.

There have been multiple instances of fic outlines I've made that have changed drastically due to me feeling unsatisfied and wanting to add onto them (which is why most of my fics are so long lol). Outcasts in an Overcast for example was originally going to be a one-shot story with just Wayne and Somsnosa, yet I didn't like the structure of the story w/ just the two of them, so I added in Dedusmuln and Pongorma, changed the setting, and added in some more interpersonal drama until it morphed into a 9,000 word multi-chapter story. Even though it ended up longer, I find that that decision is what truly made the story complete and I'm glad I put in the extra effort!

And don't even get me started with how many scenes I've had to add in and take away from Chaos Inverted...

40.) Without question I'm most proud of the fact that I wrote 32,000 words for it! That's the most I've ever written for any piece of fiction, fanfic or original!

Besides that, I also think it's cool that I was able to successfully write a story in reverse-chronological order. The potential those stories have when it comes to exploring the backstories of antagonistic characters (particularly when it comes to setting-up dramatic irony) was just too enticing for me to ignore.

Honestly though, what I love most about all of my Hylics fics was how experimental I was starting to get in my writing. I mean in the span of five fics I've written two first-person documentary styled stories (in a live-journal and interview format), two stories that experiment with how I utilize the size and formatting of the text within the story, and my most recent which does that alongside being told from end to beginning. My love of this surreal indie-game series has improved my writing dramatically, and I can't wait to expand on it even further in the future!

#my writing #fanfic #hylics fanfic #asks #I really enjoyed answering these questions #thanks!

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kookscrescent · 5 years

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Secret Attractions (m) │ kth

➤ pairing│Taehyung x female reader ➤ summary│It’s hard keeping your relationship a secret. It’s especially hard keeping it a secret when both your boyfriend and brother are in the same idol group, and you don’t want your brother to dine out. ➤ rating│NC-17, mature, 18+ ➤ genre│smut, fluff, angst, boyfriend au, brothers best friend au ➤ warnings│protected sex, it’s honestly just a quicky lol, angst, Namjoon is angryyy ➤ word count│5.2k│semi edited ➤ release date│September 12th 2019 ➤ disclaimer│This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

⇥ Masterlist

Opening the door to the small and quiet coffee shop, you are immediately hit with the strong smell of grounded coffee. You have always loved the smell of coffee and you breath in deeply as you walk further into the shop looking for your boyfriend.

You don’t spot him right away, but you know that he’s probably trying to stay hidden somewhere in the back, trying his best to not be recognized. And that is exactly where you find him; sitting on a small couch, big enough for the two of you, in in the back corner of the shop.

“Hey you,” you say once you’re close enough for him to hear you. You watch as his smile grows bigger with each step you take towards him.

“Hey my love.” He kisses you on the lips twice before you settle down beside him.

It’s been a few days since you have last seen Taehyung. Five days to be exact. Having an idol boyfriend for one, is difficult because you can go weeks – even months, without seeing each other and that has proven to be really hard at times. It’s also difficult when that said boyfriend is a member of one of the most popular groups in the world, and really can’t go places without getting recognized.

But it’s also difficult when the man you’ve fallen in love with and have been in a relationship with for the past eight months is one of your brother Namjoon’s best friends and freaking band mate.

That’s right! You are dating your brothers’ best friend and he doesn’t even know about it. It’s not that you and Taehyung deliberately have been keeping it a secret from Namjoon and the rest of the guys, you want to tell him, but you don’t know how he’s going to react when he finds out and that’s what keeping you from telling him.

“I ordered you your favorite before you got here.” Taehyung tells you and points to the iced coffee on the table waiting for you.

Leaning in you peck his lips sweetly. You linger there for a moment, just letting your lips touch before you pull away. “Thank you.”

“How has it been going in the studio?” You ask him as you take a sip of your coffee. The taste of salted caramel mixed with the taste of coffee hits your taste buds and you sigh heavenly.

“Both good and bad,” he sighs deeply. “It is a little stressful trying to get it all done in time and still trying to get everything to where we want it to be. To make it perfect.”

They have been tirelessly working on their upcoming album for months now. They have been in and out of the studio ever since they came off their schedule two weeks ago, so you haven’t really seen Taehyung or Namjoon in a while. So it feels nice to be able to sit like this with him, even if it is for just a few minutes, talking and catching up before he goes back to the studio.

Every moment you get to spend with him is precious to you.

“Yeah, Joon told me something along the same lines when I talked to him last night on the phone.”

“You talked yesterday?”

You nod. “Yeah. He called me to remind me of dinner on Friday at the dorms.”

“Oh god,” Taehyung tirelessly rubs his eyes. “yes. I had totally forgotten about that.”

Since you’ve known Taehyung and the rest of the guys since before they even debuted as BTS, you’ve had this little tradition where you will all eat a home cooked dinner together, at either their place or yours. It’s just an evening where you are able to catch up with them and spend some quality time with both your brother, your boyfriend and some of your best friends.

“Jin hyung is cooking right?” Tae asks turning his body fully towards you, his elbow resting on the back of the couch as he gives you his full attention.

“I believe so, yes.” You can almost taste the food already. You have always loved Jin’s cooking and it’s something you always look forward to.

“You are gonna come over earlier than planned right?” You don’t miss the slight mischievous sparkle in his eyes and the upturn of his lips when he asks you.

“Yes, I am.” You chuckle, fully aware of the meaning behind his question.

Taehyung leans closer to you, your lips barely making contact, his hand finds yours and your fingers lace together. “I missed you.” He gently tells, his breath hitting your lips before he fully leans in to kiss you.

Kissing him back, you realize just how much you have missed him these past few weeks.

“I missed you too.” You whisper once you pull away.

You sit at the coffee shop for longer than you expected – just the two of you, your hand resting in his much larger one, while you talk and laugh until he eventually has to get back to the studio.

Eventually, Friday rolls around, and as planned you are at the dorm long before the actual time you have planned to meet for dinner.

No one is home, except for Taehyung. He’s planned it strategic – when the others would go grocery shopping for tonight’s dinner, he’d say no to tagging along, coming up with whatever excuse to stay behind, and then when they’d left you would arrive just in time for the two of you to be alone for some time before they will come back.

“How much time do we have?” You ask Taehyung between kisses.

“30 minutes,” he hurriedly answers while taking off his shirt and pants. “40 minutes tops.”

You follow his actions – taking off your own clothes; your shirt and shorts landing next to the bed with a low thud. Just as you’re about to take off your bra Taehyung stops you.

“Leave it. We don’t have much time.”

You leave the bra on as instructed and take off your underwear instead before laying down on the bed. It’s been so long since you’ve last been intimate and you are both desperate, your ragged breathing already filling the bedroom.

Holding a condom in one hand, Taehyung settles between your already open legs and pushes his boxers down far enough for his hard member to spring free from the constricting fabric. He rolls on the condom with ease and you can’t help but moan at the sight of his skilled fingers maneuvering the rubber down his length, your hands itching to reach out and touch him.

He runs his middle finger through your folds to make sure you’re ready for him before he guides his erection to your entrance, and with a controlled thrust he pushes inside you, your walls clamming down around him.

You both moan at the feeling, the sensation filling you both from head to toe. “So perfect.” Taehyung moans as he starts moving his hips, his fingers reaching down to draw slow and lazy circles on your clit, matching the rhythm of his hips.

You watch him move. The way his abdominal muscles flex every time he sinks back inside you, the way his breath hitches when you tighten around him and the way his hands grasp your thighs so perfectly to keep you in place.

You can’t even begin to express the feelings running through your body in moments like these. Moments with him. Your entire body is filled with so much love and ecstasy for this man, and it’s getting harder and harder to control.

Afraid that you will run out of time, the speed of Taehyung’s thrust become harder and faster and the familiar feeling of your pending orgasm fills you up.

“Don’t stop!” Your back arches off the bed as he hits a particular spot inside you.

With his hands still on your thighs he grinds his hips against yours, his pubic bone hitting your clit perfectly with every move and causing a string of uncontrollable moans to spill over your lips.

“Oh god!” You gasp.

“Holy shit! I’m gonna cum babe!”

“Me too!”

With a final thrust, Taehyung sends you both over the edge, your orgasms reaching their peak at the same time.

Taehyung collapses on top of you, his face buried in your neck and his arms caging you in. You sigh at the feeling of his lips brushing against your neck, your hand tangling itself in his dark hair, gently massaging his scalp. You wish you could lay like this for eternity, cuddled up in his warm embrace, but soon enough reality will hit, and the guys will be home, and this is not the situation you want to be caught in by your brother.

You pad Taehyungs back to get his attention. “You have to get off.” you tell him. Stretching your arm reach for your phone on his nightstand. “Shit! It’s already 20 to 5… they could be back at any moment.”

Taehyung gets off you with a groan, his face clearly showing how displeased he is. “I hate this.”

“I know you do. I do to.”

“We need to tell him soon ____. The longer we drag this out the worse it will be when he finds out.” He throws the used condom in the trashcan and sets to put his cloths back on. You follow his lead, starting to get dresses as well.

“I mean, it’s not like we’re just fooling around. We’ve been in a serious relationship for 8 months now – almost 9, and we both love each other like mad, but the only ones that knows about it is us. That’s wrong, don’t you think?”

Now, fully clothed again, you walk towards him, your arms reaching out to pull him closer to you. You stand on the tips of your toes as you peck his lips – once, twice. “You know I hate this constant sneaking around and secret calls in the middle of the night, but I’m just scared that Namjoon won’t approve of our relationship… and I don’t want what’s gonna happen if he doesn’t approve, to happen.”

You have a very close relationship with your brother, you’ve always had! This is practically the only secret you have ever kept from him. Growing up, you always told him every little secret that you had without ever thinking twice about it. He knows about all the crushes you’ve had, he knows when and with whom you had your first kiss, he knows about that one time where you snuck out of your parents’ house to go to a party. He even knows when you lost your virginity… Well not the exact time and all the details, but you had a steady boyfriend at the time and he kind of knew that it was going to happen eventually, so he figured it out himself without you having to tell him.

“Why wouldn’t he approve?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug and plant another kiss on his lips.

“He knows who I am. He knows what kind of person I am, and he knows that I treat the people around me well.”

“I know he does! I’m just afraid that he’ll think differently because I’m his sister and you’re one of his best friends and you’re in a band together.”

“I-“

Before Taehyung can answer you further, you both hear the front door open and voices following shortly after. You both jump apart and leave the bedroom as fast as you can without making it obvious that that is where you have just come from.

“Hey, when did you get here?” Jin asks you when you come into view behind Taehyung.

“U-Uh-“

“10 minutes ago or so.” Taehyung answers for you.

You are lounging on the couch in the living room after dinner.

Taehyung sits next to you and Jungkook and Yoongi to the other side. Jimin and Hoseok are hogging the other couch by the window for themselves, leaving Jin to sit on the floor, while Namjoon has planted himself on the soft carpet right in front of the television.

You are in the midst of a heated discussion with Jimin. He wants to dye his hair yet again, but you keep telling him that he needs to take a break, that his hair is too damaged at the moment and needs time to breath.

“Oh come on!” Jimin protests. “It’s really not that bad!” He keeps on insisting that his hair is perfectly healthy.

“Jimin, even your hair stylist told you to chill with all the hair dye.” You can’t help the slight raise in your voice as you tell him this. You don’t want all of his hair to fall out. Gently you slap Taehyung’s arm to get his attention. “Tell him Tae.”

“What?” He pretends like he didn’t hear you, not wanting to get involved.

You roll your eyes at him. “Tell him that he needs so stop with all the hair dye.”

“She’s right hyung.” You smile in triumph and cross your arms.

Jimin is sending daggers towards Taehyung, but it doesn’t seem to faze him the slightest. “She’s not-“

“Jimin, your hair is so fried that we should be calling you fried chicken.” Yoongi interrupts, causing Jungkook and Hoseok to burst out laughing.

That shuts Jimin’s mouth and he leans back in the couch with a sulk. His pouty lips making you feel bad all of the sudden. Standing you walk over to him and take a seat beside him. You wrap your arms around his rigid posture. “Don’t be mad.”

When he turns his head and huffs, you scoot even closer to him, squeezing him tighter. “I’m not saying that you shouldn’t dye your hair ever again, I’m just saying that you need to let it heal before you add more damage, okay.”

Eventually he gives in. “Fine.” He says, his body relaxing.

On the other couch you can see Taehyung looking at your arms wrapped around Jimin. He knows that this means nothing to you, that this is normal behavior.

It’s always been normal for you to sit like this with them, hugging them and whatever. If you suddenly stopped doing this, it would be abnormal, and they would be suspicious of you. But you know that Taehyung doesn’t mind. In fact, one of the things he loves the most about you is that you have such a good relationship with his friends.

Hopefully, that will make it a lot easier when you finally come clean and tell them about your relationship.

You remain in your seat next to Jimin, your arms still wrapped around him.

“____,” Namjoon calls your name from the floor. “Remember it’s granny’s birthday on Tuesday.” The light from his phone is casting a bright white glow across his chin.

You nod. “I know.”

“Did you order the present like I told you to?”

“Yes, brother dearest.” You mockingly sing and roll your eyes. Still wrapped in your arms, Jimin chuckles. “I ordered it two weeks ago to make sure that it would arrive at her house on time.”

“Good, good.” He mumbles more so to himself than you, his attention now focused back on his phone.

In front of you the television is running, a random movie playing that Hoseok put on a while ago, but no one is really paying attention to it anymore. Everyone has their eyes glued to their phones, acting like there isn’t a room full of people to talk to.

“Yah! Are you guys afraid of conversation or what? Put your phones away!”

Nothing. You’d expected Taehyung to put his phone away and talk to you, but he doesn’t. You huff when no one seems to do it either after a while, so you nudge Jimin. He briefly looks over at you before he adverts his gaze back to his phone with a, “What?”

“Talk to meeeee,” you whine, giving him your best puppy eyes even though he isn’t looking at you.

“Just a second,” he tells you. “I just wanna check the schedule for next week.”

That peaks your attention. Normally, Taehyung or Namjoon tells you their schedule for the upcoming days, but you’ve never actually seen it or what it looks like, so your curiosity gets the better of you.

Peaking over his shoulder, you watch as he scrolls down the screen, numerous of dates and descriptions for events, filling it. It makes your head spin just looking at it. You’ve always known they are busy, but holy shit!

A low huff sounds from Jungkook and he turns towards Taehyung beside him, tilting his phone to show him the screen. “Hyung, look at this picture I just found on twitter. It looks exactly like you and ____ kissing. The girl is even wearing the same jacket as ____ and she’s got the same purse.”

It seems like time stops as everyone in the room stops what they are doing. You lock eyes with Taehyung across the room.

It can’t be! But the way his face has pales slightly and his eyes go big with shock, your heart sinks.

You shift towards Namjoon. He too has turned his attention towards Jungkook and the phone in his hand. You are usually pretty good at reading him, but right now you are getting nothing.

“Let me see that.” He almost commands with a sharp tone, as he reaches for Jungkook’s phone.

Namjoon scans the picture, his eyes flicking back and forth the brightly lit screen and his fingers gliding across it to study every corner and detail.

Not being able to stand it anymore, you reach for your own phone. You need to see the picture for yourself.

When you finally find it your breath hitches. Fuck! It’s from yours and Taehyungs date the other day at the coffee shop. There’s no way you can just claim this another couple that just happens to look like you and Taehyung!

You can clearly see the side of your face, your dimple popping out from smiling into the kiss and the bag that you carry every day which Namjoon gave you for Christmas last year, can also clearly be seen on the couch.

It’s also clear that it’s Taehyung you’re kissing. His traits to unique to play off as being someone else and his favorite Gucci shirt also visible.

Everyone is now paying attention to Namjoon, their phones long forgotten as wait for the scene to unfold.

After what seems like a thousand years – but is actually only a couple of really long minutes, he lowers the phone to his lap, his eyes blazing with fire as he abruptly stands.

“Yah! What the fuck!” he barks at Taehyung, storming across the living room to get to him.

Everyone thinks he’ll grab him and is on their feet in seconds, pulling them apart.

You too are on your feet in seconds, rushing to stand in between them. You know your brother like no one else, and you know that he would never get physical with anyone, so you know that he would never hurt Taehyung.

You look at your brother. “Joon, calm down.” You tell him with a pointed finger and glaring eyes. Behind you, you feel Taehyung stand, his proximity helping you calm your own nerves.

“Calm down? He’s kissing you!” He shows you the phone with the picture, waving it in front of your face.

“I know he’s kissing me! I was there!”

“Maybe you should just sit down for a minute Namjoon. Take a deep breath.” Yoongi tells him and after a little protest he finally does as he’s told and sits down.

This time Jimin speaks up. “Yes, let’s just talk about this like the mature grown-ups that we are.”

“Why is he kissing you?” Namjoon demands to know immediately after.

“Yeah… why exactly are you kissing?” Taehyung glares at Jungkook. His eyes making him shut up and hold his hands up in surrender.

“Wrong timing, sorry.” He mumbles.

How are you going to explain this without making it sound as bad as it seems? There really is no good way to tell you brother that you’ve been secretly dating his best friend behind his back for eight months.

“H-He… I… We…” You keep fumbling over your words, trying to figure out what to say.

“I was kissing her because she’s my girlfriend.” Taehyung steps in front of you as he laces your fingers together to make his point.

You watch as all of their mouths simultaneously drop, their eyes zoning in on your intertwined fingers, and if it wasn’t for the current situation, you would have found the whole scene to be extremely funny.

“Excuse me… Could you just repeat that last word?” Namjoon rasps, his voice thick with emotions.

“Girlfriend,” Jimin buds in, just to receive a slap on the arm from, Hoseok telling him to keep quiet.

The whole situation has somewhat quieted down.

Everyone still seems shocked by your earlier announcement – especially Namjoon who has been locked in his room for the last hour, telling you that he needs some time for himself to process it all.

You understand where he’s coming from. You understand his need to have some time alone, to think about the fact that you and Taehyung are together. And honestly, he handled the whole ordeal much better than what you initially expected. Sure, he had a little outburst in the beginning, but he quickly cooled off and went to his room to take a breather.

Looking around the room, you notice that everyone is on the edge of their seats clearly wanting to ask questions and wanting all the details. You think they might be afraid to approach the topic, afraid that Namjoon is a ticking time bomb just waiting to go off again.

From the corner of your eye, you see Jin open his mouth as if he wants to say something, but he quickly closes it again when Yoongi shoots him a look.

This is ridiculous!

“Guys! If you have questions just ask them!” You snap. Taehyung jumps in surprise next to you, his hand covering his rapidly beating chest.

“Jesus.” he breaths in shock.

You mouth a quick sorry to him before you return your focus back to the five other guys in the room. “Your eyes are filled with questions. Just ask them.”

Jungkook is the first to speak up. “Shouldn’t we wait for Namjoon hyung to come out though? I’m sure he’s got more questions that needs answers than we do.”

He’s got a point. “Right,” You agree. “I’ll go check on him.” You tell them as you head for his bedroom.

Gently, you knock on the door. You wait for a few seconds but when no one answers, you peal the door open to see Namjoon sitting on his bed just staring at the wall in front of him.

Is he going crazy? is your first thought. But when he hears you quiet voice calling his name, he turns to you.

“Yeah?” he says.

“Will you please come out so we can talk about this?” Walking further into the room, you sit next to him. You grab his hand in yours as you continue to speak. “I know that this is probably a shock for you, and I know you have a lot of questions that needs to be answered, and we will answer them all for you I promise! But you have to at least come out of your room, please.”

You give him your most pleading look, the look you always use when you want something, the look that always works on him.

“Fine,” he sighs heavily. “But I’m not sitting next to Taehyung.”

“You don’t have to,” you reply. “but please do not hate him, okay! If anything, you should hate me.”

“You’re my sister, I could never hate you.”

Together you walk back to the living room where six pair of eyes immediately turn your way when they hear you coming.

Hoseok scoots over to make room for Namjoon on the couch, and you go back to your seat next to Taehyung. As soon as you’re seated, he grabs your hand. It gives you comfort, and you automatically want to lean towards him, but you stop yourself because you know Namjoon is still uncomfortable.

No one seems to want to be the first one to break the silence and ask the first question.

“How?” Namjoon’s voice breaks through the thick silence.

As if he was expecting this question, Taehyung immediately answers.

“Back when ____ and Ji-woon broke up she came by looking for you, but I was the only one home at the time, and she looked like she could really use someone to talk to and lean on then,” even as he speaks you can see Namjoon’s eyes burning and mentally shooting daggers at him. “so, I brought her in and I just listened to what she had to say and gave her my opinion when she asked for it.”

Feeling Taehyungs hand flexing in yours, you give it a reassuring squeeze, urging him to go on.

He continues. “In the days that followed I kept checking up on her to make sure that she was feeling okay and doing alright, and we just go into the habit of talking literally every day, either over text or facetime… and as time passed we, we just fell in love with each other.”

As the last words leave his lips, you look at him, admiring him for speaking so freely.

You really did fall in love with him in those few days! And fast too! There was nothing you could do to stop it even if you tried. You were constantly around each other and every time he would look at you or talk to you, your stomach would flip, and you would stumble over your words.

It’s a surprise that no one caught on sooner, really.

Namjoon nods as if he’s taking in Taehyungs words and processing them, going over all the information he’s just been given. His eyes visibly softening. “Okay.”

Like a small curious child, Jimin raises his hand. “Yes Jimin?” you ask, a smile playing on your lips.

“I’m just wondering why you didn’t tell us that you were together. I mean, you have been together, for what did you say? Eight months? Why not just tell us the truth form the beginning?”

“That’s my fault!” You quickly say with force, making them all raise their eyebrows in surprise.

“It’s my fault that we’ve kept it a secret for so long, because I-I was just so happy and content in our own little bubble, that I didn’t want to risk bursting it if…”

You let the words slip into the air as you lock eyes with your brother, his expression changing from mad to looking more sad.

“…If I found out?” He softly asks and you can hear the hurt behind his words.

Instead of answering him, you look down to the ground, giving him the confirmation, he needs.

“I’m sorry,” You gently whisper. “I just didn’t want, I don’t know… it all sounds so horrible now!” Feelings of frustration and sadness runs through your body, and you can’t seem to find the right words to say to somehow make this seem a lot less hurtful towards Namjoon.

“She was afraid that you would hate me if you found out,” Taehyung speaks for you. “she was afraid that you wouldn’t approve of us being together.”

At this point it’s like a three-way conversation between Taehyung, Namjoon and you. The rest of the guys are just silently sitting and watching the whole thing going down, not wanting to get involved in what doesn’t concern them in the end.

“That’s just bullshit!”

Namjoon’s sudden outburst of words take you all by surprise. He stands from the couch, making Hoseok and Yoongi stand as well.

“Relax. I’m not going to fucking jump him.” He tells them and they sit back down.

“The only thing that truly makes me mad and upsets me, is the fact that you,” he points a finger in your direction. “didn’t think you could tell me this. That you thought you had to hide it from me, and the fact that I had to find out through a leaked picture.”

“I know, and I’m sorry!” you tell him, your eyes beginning to water. You feel like you could burst in to tears at any moment, the deep feeling of guilt almost becoming too much.

“And you,” Namjoon turns his attention to Taehyung, who immediately straightens as they lock eyes. “I’m disappointed that you also felt like you couldn’t tell me. I thought we were closer than that.”

“That’s not true!” You hurriedly say. “You have no idea how many times he wanted to come clean and tell you! I was the one to always talked him out of it. It’s my fault, so please don’t hate him for this!”

The first tear rolls down your cheek and then the next one and the next one.

“You’re crying? Oh god, please don’t cry ____!” Namjoon sighs. You know that one of the things he hates most in life, is seeing you cry.

“I don’t hate him!” He assures you. “And I don’t hate you either!” He kneels down in front of you, directing you face up to look at him and he cups your cheeks as he gently wipes away your tears.

“Please stop crying, I know you probably didn’t mean to hide it for this long,” you shake your head. “and I know you’re sorry – I can see it in your eyes, and I know Taehyung is sorry as well because he isn’t saying much right now.”

“Sorry.” You hear him mumble next to you.

“It’s okay,” he reassures you. “as I said, I was only mad because of the way I had to find out. Taehyung is one of the greatest people I know, and I know he will treat you like the princess that you are.”

“He does.” You murmur as you look at him, his eyes already on you.

“But I’m just wondering,” Namjoon’s voice suddenly changes, curiosity laced in his words as he turns on his back to you. “Did any of you know about this?”

A string of rushed and firm ‘no’s’ go around the room and you can’t help the laughter that escapes you. This really seems like one big joke. The whole situation, the way Namjoon found out and the way this whole conversation is going.

Once your tears have finally dried up and Namjoon has gone back to his seat on the couch, Jungkook decides that this is the perfect time for him to open his mouth.

“So, looking back at it, this means that all those times when Taehyung and ____ ‘disappeared’,” he says emphasizing the word disappeared with his fingers. “at the same time, they really snuck out of the room to make out or to have sex in Taehyungs room.”

Your jaw drops to the ground, at the same time Taehyung flings a cushion in his direction telling him to shut up.

Seokjin and Yoongi, tries to keep their laughter under control, small grunts managing to escape here and there. But Jimin and Hoseok are in full fits of laughter, doing nothing to hide it, while Namjoon throws his head back with a groan and covers his eyes with his hands.

“Dude! That’s an image I don’t need in my head!”

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Hawk Annotations

It’s been some days since Hawk came out so I figured I’d post my stupid annotations on here. Putting it all under a cut because, obviously, there are so many spoilers, and I had a lot to say.

Started reading: 7/6/20

The 10th Maximum Ride book

It just came out today and I just got it in the mail so let’s see what this dumpster fire is all about.

2 – well! the world building is already bad

3 – I do sorta like the narrative voice though

8 – there’s so much swearing. wonder whether she’s allowed to say fuck though

she says “feck”???

11 – how is there an even remotely functional government like 15-20 years post-apocalypse

13 – why’d she wait the extra half hour?

15 – “my kids” I’m going to assume this is more of a flock situation than a teen mom situation?

19 – so much exposition :/

23 – I’m really not invested in any of this. Ugh, and I have 400 pages to go… [well, okay, it was more like 375. My hardcover copy was long.]

26 – for someone who doesn’t care about her parents, Hawk sure does bring them up a lot

37 – oh, that’s probably Fang, isn’t it

39 – is that a fucking smiley face? [It actually had J in the narration. What??]

40 – “Anytime I heard the word ‘experiment,’ my ears perked right up” okay just call me out like that I guess

43 – that would make sense

46 – black lab coat? [the future of lab fashion?]

67 – hmm this is weird, I don’t like it

69 – she didn’t really seem like she was into that

72 – …but apparently she was?

77 – I WAS RIGHT

78 – well that escalated quickly

82 – I don’t know how to feel about this

84 – WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED???

85 – has Max been in solitary for 10 years? What the fuck?? [It wasn’t solitary confinement, actually, just regular prison.]

87 – none of this world building makes any sense

101 – this is incredibly poorly written. Barely even follows the rules of reality

102 – It’s also very dark, edgy, “Life sucks deal with it” flavored and I’m not a fan

General note: this is reminding me of Witch & Wizard in all the worst ways. Especially page 105. [It’s been brought to my attention that Gabrielle Charbonnet also co-authored at least one book in that series, so that’s probably why.]

106 – Why does McCallum sound exactly like Trump? [The most shocking part of reading this book was finding out that Jimmy Patterson apparently disapproves of Trump.]

108 – so we’re not ignoring the “he was like a brother to me” thing?

109 – JP has torn this series apart so thoroughly. I hate him.

116 – Fuck this. You killed her after giving her maybe 2 minutes of page time. There’s nothing meaningful about that!! Nothing!!

119 – oH SHIT OKAY

121 – that didn’t make it any better, actually

Everything feels so pointless here

I don’t even want to read this but it’ll bug me if I don’t :/

127 – At least this book is better about describing characters

129 – HOW COULD HE POSSIBLY TELL?? Isn’t Ridley enough to prove it?

Side note: will we ever find out who Rose is?

130 – multiple sets of what now?

133 – HOW DO THEY FOLD TWICE???? [Their wings! Fold twice! How the FUCK does that work??]

138 – I’m sorry what

141 – Okay yeah McCallum is definitely a Trump stand in

145 – that’s not gonna happen

147 – I know Jeb is dead but I would be totally unsurprised if McCallum turned out to be Jeb. [Spoiler alert: he isn’t. Evidently Jeb’s still dead. Good for him.]

148 – Okay that line was actually good [the line was: “I’m Maximum Ride, you son of a bitch!”]

149 – Max ALMOST said fuck. Very nearly.

[God just let her say fuck, she deserves it the most]

153 – well this is fucked

154 – you’re not allowed to judge anyone’s names, you named yourself Hawk

160 – It doesn’t even really feel like the flock is older. Except Nudge, probably b/c she keeps calling Hawk “sweetie”

163 – why is Freak capitalized?

164 – “We try to keep the body count low. Part of our personal growth.” I’M SCREAMING NUDGE IS SO FUNNY

173 – OH SHIT

181 – Crismins? Did they change the word for Christmas?

183 – As usual, Nudge is the only one here who I respect

190 – Nudge would be an amazing mom

I’m actually so happy about Nudge’s characterization so far, I love her. Nudge stan for life.

[In the original series: Nudge who? I don’t know her.

In Hawk: Nudge is everyone’s favorite person.]

193 – “You want a wing! Find yourself a goddamn brain first!” that’s so fucking good actually

203 – Are you fucking kidding me

205 – OH GOD DAMMIT

209 – savage

215 – this just in: horses aren’t real

Hey also where the fuck’s Angel? Did she finally start a cult or something?

221 – “he’d put his dad wings on” that’s… quite a phrase

When did Fang become such a hardass? [Edit: actually he was focused on rescuing Max so I guess that’s justified.]

225 – “eyeless Rain” are we doing the blind mentioning thing again? Really? [JP has a bad habit of traumatically removing characters’ vision and then always bringing up that they’re blind as though that’s their only character trait, and I for one think he should be banned from writing for that alone.]

234 – well that escalated quickly

237 – way to avoid describing Gazzy or Iggy’s wings lol

246 – seeing Max call Fang “my love” is very uncomfortable

247 – Okay, that’s cute. [Cutest scene in the whole book, actually.]

257 – Nudge does have curly hair!!! See!!! [@ Narae Lee: take some fucking notes.]

259 – Gazzy’s environmentally friendly bombs. He should make a business.

269 – “forking”? Excuse me sir this is [definitely] not the Good Place I’m sure you can just say fuck

271 – Oh god I don’t want to think about how old the flock is now

HAWK HAS TATTOOS??

272 – These Ride girls are really prone to fainting I guess. Real convenient for transitions between scenes.

278 – I’m still so pissed that the flock was separated for ten years. Not even in a heartbreaking way—it just feels like there was no point to it

Also: how did they find out what happened to Rose? [Also: why use a random character you just made up instead of characters we already know? Hello? Wasn’t Fang’s gang still around post-apocalypse? Weren’t they all friends by then?]

283 – Oh god, is it Angel?

284 – YEP! And holy shit did Total have a kid or something?

285 – Okay so I was this close with the cult leader thing

287 – TOTAL’S ALIVE??? and remarried?? where is he? [I still want some fucking answers, James.]

295 – what the fuck is with the spelling here? Did Angel really just say “staaaahp”?? [As in “stop” but the 2010 internet way of saying it.]

Did she just say “LOL” out loud??

301 – this feels like when you’re in the car with a friend while they’re having an argument with their parents…

This all feels so pointless. The whole first series was about building a better world, and things somehow only got worse.

306 – wow it really doesn’t take much to set Hawk off

307 – you know what, Max is right

The fact that it’s been 10+ years and the flock still has to save the world is really dissatisfying. [It’s passed off as a “it’s what we do” sort of thing, but that shouldn’t be their fucking lifelong job.]

315 – Breaking news: Hawk is introduced to the concept of daddy issues

320 – wait when did Ridley get here??

323 – why are there so many mentions of wearing ponchos to hide their wings? [There have to be better ways]

333 – this was the only major spoiler I got but even though I had warning I’m still mad about it

355 – “Could that could be sky?” has to be the worst mistype I’ve seen in here

365 – Okay this is super uncomfortable

370 – “200 km per hour” I don’t know the metric system but I’m guessing that’s not accurate [it’s 125-ish mph so… I don’t know enough about flying speeds for this, okay, that’s the author’s job]

375 – How would Hawk know what a geocache is?

378 – so she’s just leaving him to die?

381 – okay, zero foreshadowing on that one

396 – so Pietro lived

397 – so actually everyone lived except for Clete :/

399 – “More Epilogue”??

Finished: 7/7/20

I… have no idea what to say about this one. It was a lot. Some parts were decent, others were boring, and it didn’t really feel like a “new generation” book, just an excuse to show the old flock as adults.

I was pleasantly surprised with Nudge’s characterization, and I really liked the “drop the Phoenix” scene, but that’s pretty much all I liked.

[Additional note: the book had no plot. Zero. Like… there was an attempt, but it didn’t really come together.]

#they speak #maximum ride hawk #hawk spoilers #long post #very long post #annotations #i thought i was done with those god dammit

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