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Title: And began to speak
Fandom: One Direction
2800 words | NC-17

Liam tells Zayn she'd like it a little rougher, please.

The first thing Zayn always does after pulling out is kiss her on the lips and say, "All right?"

Contextual information about how I present as queer - bla bla, came out to myself two years ago, told a few friends, went to university where I promptly got involved with queer/feminist things so coming out was never an issue, changed my Facebook profile so it says 'interested in men/women', figured that was as public as I needed to get, never got round to telling all my other old schoolfriends, and anyway my sexuality was - and still is - an academic point, and occasionally get fired up about the importance of coming out, a la Harvey Milk. This is all leading up to how a certain thing has to STOP HAPPENING. What happens is I'll tell people in my circuitous, roundabout way that I am actually interested in both men and women, and by people I mean 'old schoolfriends', and then they'll come out to me. 'Oh yes, we've both known each other for eight years and here's another little tiny nugget of information about me that I should disclose, given that you've just come out to me,' and this just happened tonight. It has to stop happening. For one, I am too old for this, which is straight out of all those high school queermo films I never got around to watching the first time, except without a narrative arc. I should just get better gay (queer?) dar.

Anyway, I posted more fic.

Title: you can blow what's left of my right mind
Fandom: One Direction
2200 words | NC-17

"Liam (or Harry if you prefer) & girl!whoever with lots of dirty talk & cunnilingus from Liam. Bonus for overstimulation & dommy Liam."

So I did as I threatened and wrote up a commentary for this story I wrote, which may be entirely narcissistic and self-indulgent but you know, whatever! Here's the first half of the fic with bonus commentary. I might do the next half later.

Obviously, don't read this if you haven't read the original story.

PART ONE

( Welcome to Merton, new exchange students! )

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Happy birthday, Ryan Ross! Do people even post fic about people they like reading about in fic for their (the people who are favoured in fic-reading) birthdays anymore?

That sentence was unnecessarily convoluted. This ficlet is unnecessarily melodramatic. I'm sorry. I'm just gonna leave this here. And run away. I mean, go to bed.

Also, stealstheashes betaed it. egelantier (who else?) enabled it.

( past Brendon/Ryan, current Alex/Ryan/Z, mostly gen. )

Sweet Thing

Joan Jett/Cherie Curie
PG-13
1257 words

Sorry, guys, I did threaten it... The Runaways fic! Title from Bowie.

( It was just another part of the changing landscape that descended outside their car windows, like the slick roll of the van’s wheels and the emptiness that would settle inside her after hours of driving along nowhere roads. )

Should Just Be

Johnny/Stéphane
NC-17
4649 words

Stéphane Lambiel loves a lot of things. Johnny Weir is just one of them. Thanks to nova33 and lemniciate, the best betas a girl could ask for. Written for lilpinktassel.

( Sometimes Stéphane feels like the whole world is filled with love. )

So part of this was written before Twittergate, and I abandoned it before realising that I really wanted to finish writing it, and... here it is. /o\ To be fair, Evan Lysacek is kind of a douchebag in this.

Keep The Car Running

Mirai & Evan gen
872 words

Mirai takes driving lessons from Evan. Set in summer of 2009.

Thanks to alexthegreat for the beta and factchecking!

( Mirai was learning how to drive. She wasn't very good at it yet. )

fs_exchange, dudes! This is the part where I link to the fics I wrote, and also tell you a story.

So what happens is sometimes you get a request with four prompts, and three of them are Johnny/Evan and one of them is a request for Evan & Mirai gen, and you think that Mirai is really great, but on the other hand you don't really know much about her, so maybe you'll write Johnny/Evan instead, and you have a whole scenario in your head but when you start writing all you have written is the (slightly sad) ending, and then alexthegreat says, "I want a fic where Evan acts as Mirai's older brother," and then you chatfic it out, and you ask if you can write it into a story, even though you haven't given up on the Johnny/Evan thing yet!!!*

* this is a lie. I totally gave up on it in the end.

Then you decide, hey, might as well do more research on Mirai, and then you start looking for all the articles and interviews ever and you fall HEADS OVER HEELS IN LOVE WITH HER, and cannot restrain yourself. You post a lot about her and also make a primer because everyone should love her. Everyone! Then when your exchange story finally gets written, you should obnoxiously title it after Arcade Fire, because obviously that is her theme song omg, and serenely ignore the fact that it is rather obvious wrote it because you are completely subtle about these things.

... my god that was some egregious usage of second person and probably more information than you wanted to know. Anyway, I wrote fic! I considered reposting it here, partially because I made some canon errors in my story, but I like having comments in one place.

No Cars Go

Evan & Mirai gen
PG
3380 words

Thanks to alexthegreat for starting it all, and nova33 for the beta.

Also, I wrote a pinch-hit!

The Secret

Johnny/Evan
NC-17
1900 words

Thanks to alexthegreat for betaing. Warning: unhappy ending.

This has been a pretty great exchange. I had a lot of fun writing, and reading the fic written for me! Yay!

Oh, just call it poorly-disguised chatfic, you guys. alexthegreat said, "I want the story where Stephane is pissing Johnny off with his diva antics, and Johnny just turns on him and says, 'SHUT UP.' ", and things kind of went downhill from there. It's kind of embarrassing how much I like this story, though. :D?

Jesenice by alexthegreat and unlurkster

Johnny/Stéphane
NC-17
2522 words

This is set in Niigata, Japan, during the upcoming Fantasy On Ice show there. Another thing that is humiliating: how I have about four different versions of How Things Play Out there in my head.

“English,” Johnny says, as snottily as he can. “Don't you know where you are right now?” Stéphane looks confused, because he does, they're in Japan. Johnny slaps him, just to throw him off balance.

( He never knows when to stop. )