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Fanfic isn't real life.

Real life:

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is there any fic/series you regret the chosen ending?

I don't think so. There are stories I'd love to continue that I ended

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Is there any characters that you would love to see very delulu and simpy?

[stargazingfangirl18]

1) Ransom - I don’t think I’ve seen a lot of delulu Ran, let alone simpy lol.

2) Andy - since you write him as pathetic or horrible 99% of the time (which I love, don’t get me wrong lol), I’d love your delulu simpy take on him 🤣

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Agreed and agreed. I think either of them being tongue tied or a bit dumb BC their simply delusion would be so fun hahah. Ransom seeking validation from someone would be so ooc and Andy not being bossy would also be a trip.

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True Intentions

Warnings: this fic contains suggestions of blackmail and coercion, as well as adultery. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

18+ only, explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

You voted, I wrote it. This is June 11th’s fic!

Jake Jensen + "Don't look away."

I welcome and appreciate all feedback. This means replies, reblogs, and asks. I do prefer if you can reblog and share my work along with your thoughts. <3

“What about Overcooked? I can play that…” You suggest as you adjust your headphones.

You can hear shuffling on the other end. You roll your chair closer to the desk and grab your controller. There’s a long breath on the other side.

“I’m a bit cooked out.” Jake says at last.

“Wanna visit my island? I rebuilt the tea shop.” You offer.

He clucks.

“Okay…maybe I can try one of your gun games. I’m warning you, I’m not very good.”

Jake hums. He’s uncharacteristically quiet today. And when he does speak, he sounds upset.

“Hey, uh, is everything okay?” You ask.

More shifting and scratching on his mic. You push the buttons mindlessly on your controller. Is he mad at you?

“Sorry I couldn’t make the weekend. My other friends wanted to go to the cafe bookshop.” You say.

“It’s not… that.” He forces out tightly. “Can we talk?”

“Sure. I’m listening.”

“No, I mean… can I call?”

You squirm. What’s going on?

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask.

“Yeah, I just… I want to show you something.”

“Erm, right. Okay. Let me just get my phone.” You say.

He ends the session as the headphones click. You remove the headset and put it aside. You grab your phone and it chimes. You nearly drop it. A video call? Okay…

You answer and prop your phone against the bottom of your monitor. You sit back so your face is fully in frame. Jake’s glasses reflect the glare of his computer screen. You’ve seen his pic in his gaming icon but he looks different. His hair isn’t all spike, his goatee is surrounded by stubble, and his shoulders are exposed as he wears only a muscle shirt that hangs low to show the top of his hair chest.

“Um… how are you?” You ask awkwardly.

“Is that a new lip gloss?” He asks.

You rub your lips together at the bubblegum glisten. “How… yes?”

“Sorry, sorry. I’m… easily distracted.” His voice eases as he grins. “Especially by cute girls.”

You swallow, confused. “Jake, what’s up?”

He sighs and stares at you. He adjusts his glasses and his jaw squares. He pushes his shoulders wide. His eyes flick between the camera and his screen.

“What did you want to show me?” You ask, nerves quavering in your voice.

“Right, right…” He claps his hands. “Let me just share my screen.”

You tap your fingers together as you lean in and wait. He disappears and a new image appears on the screen. You gasp and cover your mouth with both hands. It takes a moment for your brain to process what you’re seeing. It’s… you?

Not really. Because you’ve never taken any pictures like that. You would never. You shudder and cover your face entirely.

“Jake!” You shrill.

“Don’t look away.” His voice drops.

A chill scatters over you and you part your fingers, looking through them at the edited image. It looks so real. The pose is so lewd that your face burns.

“Why– Jake, please, stop. I don’t want to– Why would you do that?” You squeal.

“Amazing what you can do these days, huh?”

“Stop,” you beg.

“Convincing…”

“Please. It’s not really me.”

“Uh huh. It’s not, but who would know the difference.”

“What do you mean?” You squeak.

“Do you think you can be a law clerk and a porn star?” He asks.

The breath rushes out of you and you drag your hands down to your throat. You bat your eyes at the screen and gulp. “Please, I don’t want to see it anymore.”

“I can even make it a video. Wanna see?”

“Jake–”

He taps a key and the picture disappears. He’s in frame again. Smirking.

“That’s why. That face. You saying my name like that.” He pauses and likes his lips. “I’m done playing games.”

“Jake, why?”

He scoffs. “Because you’re just like every other one. Teasing me. Stringing me along. I’m not doing it anymore.”

You pout. “No, we’re friends. I never–”

“Shhh,” he puts a finger up. “Sweetheart, we’re not bargaining. This isn’t a dialogue.” He leans forward as he crosses his arms on his desk. “I’m going to give you your first assignment and you’re going to deliver. You have until midnight.”

You shake and hug yourself, rubbing your arms as your eyes prick with hot tears.

“I thought you wanted to be my friend–”

“I want to be more. Isn’t that better?” He slithers. You stare. “So, your first assignment is to give me a picture just like the one I showed you. And it has to be real.” He tilts his head. “And trust me, I’ll know if it’s not.”

“I… I can’t do that.”

“You can. Or you know what I can do?” He bites his lip and snickers. “Send your boss a copy of your extensive resume. Head to toe.”

“Jake,” you whimper.

“Can you say it a little louder?” He taunts.

[honeybee-reads]

Meanie! Jake didn’t even give the girl a chance. Poor reader. Well, hopefully he’ll soften if he gets a little taste from her.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

He's so twisted in this but he doesn't want her to be able to reject him like everyone else 😔

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is our girl in director's cut oblivious to nick's attraction towards her? he does keep calling her sweetheart and petting her arm

I think she's not used to people being that forward or that much attention. It could be a self defense reflex to ignore those things too. She's gotten several warnings about Nick so far and while she shouldn't have gone on this trip she can't really say no either if she wants to keep her life in LA. It's almost a sunk cost fallacy at this point.

But yeah she picks up on this things but convinces herself it's nothing. (Been there, done that, learned not to ignore red flags)

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https://www.tumblr.com/darkficsyouneveraskedfor/819149355997167616/guard-dog-walter-or-sy

SY he gives off the energy

Haha he does. He'd be following us around without much of a reason. Just a simple smile and he's suddenly on a mission to be our protector.

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Guard dog Walter or Sy

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https://www.tumblr.com/darkficsyouneveraskedfor/819136322140848128/is-there-any-characters-that-you-would-love-to-see

Brock,Rafe or August because you would not expect it

Brock and Auggy I can see a lot easier than Rafe. Rafe is just such a prick and yet the concept is fun bc you know he'd be the type to be crying and begging on his knees.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

He's like I didn't bring you here to work.

I mean, reader doesnt even know what she is there for 😭 what is she doing, free vacations. nick, you weirdo

He is weirdddddd. Like he has no problem being a jackass and demanding stuff but with reader he can't just spit it out and he's making things weird lollll. I know he's obsessed and well down the delulu hole rn.

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Ohh Off The Tracks update?! Yes, please. Need to see Bucky being all good host to reader and then throwing a 'think of it as your own house' (which it will be in a few weeks, if everything goes well (aka wrong)).

He's gonna make sure she has no where to go but with him...

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Boys Night Out: Lloyd, Lee, Nick, and August. How much trouble they getting in?

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June 11: Cat's Out of the Bag

For the June Jukebox Scribbles event

Warning: jealousy

Prompt: June 11th - Little Bitty Pretty One - Thurston Harris / “Tell you a story”

Character: Lloyd Hansen

I know it’s short but please let me know your thoughts and reblog. Also, would love to discuss any ideas these little snippets inspire!

Love you! 💞

"Come on, talk to me." The man leans on the bar as you stare straight ahead, counting the colourful bottles of liquor.

You squirm and look around. There's others watching you. The ones he came with. The same ones he was laughing with as he peeked over at you sitting alone.

"Tell you a story, how about that? Gotta break the ice," his fingers move with his words, coming close to your hand. You pull your hands into your lap. "I knew a girl like you when I was younger. Pretty but shy. Always wanted to talk to her but she was just so scared."

You bite the tip of your tongue and swallow. Where's Rita? She said she'd be here.

"It's just too bad because I wonder where she ended up. Probably with a bunch of cats and still a virgin." He scoffs.

You frown and look at the door. You knew this was a mistake. You offered to meet her at her place but she had to go see Will first. Always him.

"Who needs a cat when you got a man who knows how to treat the kitty, right?"

You gasp and look at him. You shake your head. "Why are you bugging me?"

"Got you." He cackles and smooths his mustache with his thick fingers, his tongue poking out lewdly. He offers his hand and winks. "Name's Lloyd and I saw my name on that ass."

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Is there any characters that you would love to see very delulu and simpy?

[allthenobodypplfics]

Would love to see more Hal Carter 🥰 he is the very definition of delulu and simpy.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

I'm excited to write more of him tbh

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Director's Cut 10

Warning: power imbalance, dark content, obsession, and all around sexiness.

Summary: Powerful director Nick takes interest in a new project; you. (director!Nick Fowler, plus!reader)

I always see this gif and wanna write something so here we go.

Hi! Please please please reblog and leave some feedback if you read! I love you 💕

Nick waves you ahead of him. Your stomach flips as you climb the stairs up to the open jet door. An attendant waits inside, though she doesn’t wear a uniform like the airlines you see on TV. Just a sleek black dress and heels, her hair pulled back into a tidy chignon.

“To the right, sweetheart,” Nick calls from behind you.

You nod and follow his direction. The attendant leads you into the body of the plane. There aren’t rows like a commercial flight; there’s a cushy looking leather sofa with seat belts tucked into the corners, two seats with reclining backs and foot rests, and a whole dining set with cushioned benches.

“Sit wherever you like.” The attendant says. “I’m Cassidy and I’ll be your in-flight attendant.” She smiles. “You and Mr. Fowler.” 

You introduce yourself with a squeak.

She looks past you. “Sir, is there anything I can get you?”

“Once we’re in air, she’ll want a drink. Something bubbly.” He says sternly.

“Yes, Mr. Fowler. And you’re usual?” She offers.

“I’ll have the same as her.” He shoulders by her, his eyes on you. “Sweetheart, what are you feeling? You can lay down, have a nap. Or maybe a window seat? You can watch take off.”

You rock back and forth and play with the brim of your crochet hat. “I… sure. That’s cool. I bet taking off is scary.”

He grins. “I’ll be here.” He winks and stares at you.

You clear your throat and look around. You move cautiously to the chair by the window and sit. You clutch your belt bag around your waist and lean forward to peek out the window. Your neck is alight with self-awareness.

You glance over as Nick lowers himself into the seat beside you. He’s watching you. Still.

“Sorry, I’m nervous. I drove to LA, you know? I probably said that already.” You smile sheepishly.

“Any turbulence, just hold onto me,” he assures you. “I don’t mind.”

“Um, that’s nice.” You nod and look out the window again.

“Simon’s a good pilot. Don’t worry too much.” He says.

“I’m not worried. Just… excited, I guess.”

You sit back and wait. Nick rests his arm on the rest between you. His fingers flutter.

“You sure you’re okay?” He asks.

You can hear movement in the plane as they close the doors. Voices call back and forth as they check the windows. You fidget.

“Really, it’s just… Just the other day I was running trays across a lot and now I’m… going to Venice.”

“Hollywood moves fast,” he clucks. “But not when you need it too.”

“Right, er…” You giggle, more nervous than amused.

“Hello, Mr. Fowler,” the attendant greets, adding your name as well, “we’re almost ready for take off. We need belts on.”

He flicks her away with his fingers and searches for his seat belt. You do the same. He clasps his and sighs. You take a bit longer, mindful of his observation.

“Here,” he reaches over to help you adjust the belt and the buckle finally slips in. His fingers graze your stomach, knuckles pressing into you right before he pulls away. “Nice and safe.” He brushes across the back of your hand.

“Thanks,” you eke out and turn back, lean over to the window. 

You peer through as the plane clangs and juts and the engines begin to hum. The wheels start to roll and you blindly latch onto the armrest, only to grab onto Nick’s arm instead. You show your teeth and laugh at yourself, apologising before you pull away.

You stare through the window as the runway blurs under the plane and feel the tilt beneath you. The motion disorients you as you watch the world sink beneath you. You stare down at the grids of the city, the green, the tarmac, the water.

You feel a tickle on your arm, up and down from elbow to shoulder. You gasp and smile as the clouds surround you and you sit back. You look at Nick as he strokes your arm. You clamp your lips tight.

“Wow,” you say.

His fingers linger for a moment then he drops his hand away. His brow ticks. He sits back and nods. “Pretty amazing, huh?”

“Yes!” You answer. “I think so, at least. I bet for you it’s not.”

“I still enjoy it.” He says. “Even more with someone to share it with.”

“And thank you. I never… could’ve dreamed.”

The plane levels out. He takes off his seatbelt and you copy him. You wriggle in the chair and pull your purse around. You dig inside.

“What’re you up to?” He wonders.

“Oh… you don’t mind if I read?”

He shrugs and looks away. He raises his hand and Cassidy appears. She has two glasses in hand with pink wine and berries inside. She sets them on the low table in front of the chair.

“Mr. Fowler.” She dips her head.

“Thank you,” you say. Nick leans his chin in his hand. He stays like that for a minute before he drops his arm and sits up. He reaches for the glasses. “Here. Have a taste.”

He offers you a glass. You leave your book in your purse and push it to the other side of your lap. You accept the wine and look at the bubbles running up the crystal. You sniff it. It smells sweet.

You take a sip. Your cheeks pinch. You can taste the berries but the wine is still stringent enough to make you choke. You giggle and mop your lips with the back of your hand.

“Sorry,” you murmur.

“You don’t like it?” He keeps his away from his mouth.

“No, I do. I’m just not used to it. I don’t drink, you know?” You say. “Not very much.”

“You really are new to LA,” he chuckles and clinks his glass on yours.

“Yeah… I’m a total noob.”

“A noob?” He muses.

“Um, yeah…” you look at the wine as your cheeks burn. “Oh!” Your eyes flick up. “You’ll have to be my translator. I tried some duolingo but I can’t roll my r’s. I just kinda sound like I’m drowning.”

His brows arch and his cheeks dimple. He takes a deep sip of wine then pulls the glass away. He licks his lips.

“No problem at all. You’ll wanna keep close to me anyway.” He once more pets your arm. “You know, Venice is a tourist trap and lotta people know that. Easy to lift a wallet off a distracted traveller… or worse.”

“Oh?” Your eyes round.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I got security. Yours now, too.” He sits back and shifts around. “You mind?” He taps the armrest between you. You shake your head and he flips it up. He settles in, closer to you. “Make sure you don’t go anywhere without me or one of my guys, alright?” He leans his head back and looks at you. “You’re precious cargo.”

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Already with all that touching, it’s only going to get worse (or better 😈).

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

He just can't help himself. She's truly stuck with him now.

[bubbarnes]

“... and uh, we're going to get to the bottom of this worrying issue.”

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