#my shitfic

[unchaineddaisychain]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Since Paul took on the new job at Massey & Coggins, he's too exhausted for sex, to John's immense frustration. Rather than sacrifice rest for lovemaking, though, Paul proposes an unlikely compromise.

incidentally fills this prompt: Paul's somno kink -

“We used to go at it like rabbits, and now I’m stuck humping your leg like a bleedin’ dog when you’re too fagged out for a fuck.”

“Or you could’ve still fucked me,” Paul says, so unflinching and businesslike it almost sounds as if he’s having to repeat himself. “You didn’t have to stop.”

[avatarcompanion]

One morning in Air Temple island. Aang wakes up and goes to the kitchen to see Katara making breakfast for all 1000 air acolytes (for some reason, actually no reason, is no one around to help them - unlike in the fire nation palace, where there is equally as many around as in air temple island, it's just in that case for some reason katara would actually have let them help with chores)

"good morning sweetie", Aang said.

Aang tries to kiss Katara on the cheek, and inside her is an uncomfortable feeling she can't describe. She feels violated. Like she'd already woken Aang up with sex, water bending that boi dry like an apple squeezed for apple juice, but this... Ew. Maybe after all she is just the type to not really be in contact with her own feelings and body and boundaries, despite all the evidence that says otherwise.

"Aang, sweetie. I want a divorce" Katara said.

Aang is hurt! Katara is HIS wife. "Why sweetie?" After all he even has a tattoo on his ass that says "#property of Katara" in the same color as his arrows.

"Sweetie, I know we are happy together, it's just... You don't like seaprunes, and it makes me uncomfortable, like you don't respect me or my culture. Because this 1 dish that I ate one time really defines my personality and belonging. Please eat the seaprunes or I'm leaving you".

Aang ate the seaprunes, accepting the sacrifices a man must make to become a feminist king like Zuko.

[unchaineddaisychain]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

It’s a section of the newspaper Paul flips past every Sunday without a second thought. It was a crutch for people more romantically desperate than himself. No matter how yearning the single life sometimes leaves him, he’d never stoop to such means for love. But one morning a phone call from a random stranger draws more attention to the column than he ever wanted to give it. A day of paranoid panic surrenders to an evening of deceitful hope, before finally settling into a night of long-desired fulfillment. All in all, this sudden disruption to his uneventful and predictable life warrants more thorough consideration to the question: Who ever found love through the Lonely Hearts column anyway?

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He nibbles on his lower lip while it rings. A similar wave of emotions sweeps over him like every other hour of the day; anxiety seizes the muscles in his neck before the lack of reception deflates him like a balloon. After the fourth ring he considers hanging up. He waited too late and missed his opportunity. Reluctantly, he removes the phone an inch from his ear to hang up when the other line connects.

[unchaineddaisychain]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 3: were you hare when I was fox?

Gingerly, a pair of hands touch John’s face. Nimble fingers outline the frame of his glasses then, lower, the bushy borders of his mustache. “It really is you, eh?” and just like that, the sculptor has become the clay. 

[unchaineddaisychain]

The Boy with Kaleidoscope Eyes

After being slipped a unique strain of LSD, John encounters a psychedelic world the confines of his mind struggle to contain. It defies all logic and reason. It dismantles his own conceptions of reality. It keeps him returning again and again, now of his own volition, with a grip impossible to combat. And the only person who understands him is the one he routinely meets during every trip. A boy holding their universe so mightily within his eyes that it collapses at the first threat of abandonment.

<<Read on AO3>>

[unchaineddaisychain]

All the Pretty Boys: Chapter 4

Roaming the desolate and dilapidated grounds, however, the aestheticism begins to wrench him in like a missing cog in the broken machinery. It evinces a familiar feeling of abandoned youth. Rides that once saw joyous screams are now corroded hunks of metal, and the buildings that sold sugary sweets are now shuttered like every window to the past. Now that he has finally stepped foot inside, Paul can see the appeal—the insidious corruption of innocence by rebellious rock ‘n’ roll.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[unchaineddaisychain]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Harry never dreamed of catching the eye of his idol. And he certainly never dreamed he could keep it for as long as 1974.

for my darling @twospiritsdancing - thank you for sharing so much of your research and passion, and I hope you most of all enjoy this first part ♡

[unchaineddaisychain]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

John is a struggling musician preparing to take his own life when an unexpected visitor decides to take something else from him instead.

Inspired by: "Motel Blues" - Loudon Wainwright III

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Tonight John was performing what was sure to be his final set in the pub. Or anywhere, in that case, unless whatever lies beyond this plane of existence will be one grand stage. The faces in the audience were becoming too familiar, and all the while, his own was hollowing into an unrecognizable shell before his very eyes in the smudged mirrors. The merry-go-round was spinning too fast. The limp-bodied projection from his metal horse had been a long time coming.