FOLGERCEST. ...do I need to say more? I mean, I will, but still.

[stoney321]

Because girls - lessee, who was into this with me back in the day, DT, K, Sal? THERE WAS FOLGERCEST FOR YULETIDE.

Almost 10K words, A Home For All Seasons. (The tiny dig at Folgers being shit coffee is hilarious to me, btw.) GIRLS. CLICK. Just click. (IT'S DARK. That's all the warning I'll give, okay?)

ION, I have gotten so excited about a new fic that flaming_muse is starting, and if you're not following her and reading every damn thing she writes, then you are not a member of the Glee fandom, I'm just saying.

Also, I wrote a story over the past few days that made me cry and made my husband cry and it's about a homeless man and somehow it's tied in with the Fireman AU I wrote, and I don't know, I've been very, very sick for two weeks? Lol.

I've read a ton of fic today, keeping my promise to The Mr. that I wouldn't do anything strenuous so I can be fully recovered by NYE, and good god, don't people read their stuff out loud? So many misspells, so many weird things (bad characterization, overwrought ridiculousness) and I feel like an asshole to hate on fics that everyone is loving, but they're SO BAD. And it makes me look at people askance. Well, more than usual.

I am drinking wine for my dinner, which I started at 4:45pm CST. Look, it's been a hard holiday season, okay? (Atlas Peak, Cab Sav, delicious as hale.)

OH, LAST THING. If you've done, are doing a Year End Meme thingy with everything you've written, feel free to drop a link here for me and anyone else clicking through. regala_electra posted hers today and I'm in the process of putting everything on my Kindle for late night reading (I'm sure I'm going to love it, I don't even need to sweat that) so if YOU have one, GIMMIE. I'll probably post one because I'm needy this week and want to talk. LOL.

Comments

[essene.livejournal.com]

Oh Stoney!!!!!! I went and I read and it was so great and wonderful and THEN...

don't you have to warn for shit like that? Not the incest...but the other thing that happens.

But hey! Someone did it! Folger!cest for the win!

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

I DID!!!!! Well, once I got to that part. (Um, in my mind this is what happened, ready?)





SPOILERS FOR THE STORY BELOW, FOLKS








SPOILERS.








So Matt faked his death. And Libby is by herself - everyone having left since the funeral, but she doesn't know Matt faked his death. And she stares into the sink at the dirty dishes, not really seeing them. She feels hands snake around her waist and her brother's voice in her ear, "I missed you, Libby."

She shudders but knows it isn't real. But then she feels warm breath on her neck and at her back and it's Matt, and he's there, he's real and she turns in his arms, crying, grabbing at his face and he shushes her and whispers against her lips, "It's the only way. Come away with me before they get back."

And she doesn't hesitate, she grabs his face and peppers it with kisses, crying against his mouth, telling him how sad she was, how lost she was without him and can they really? Can they really be together now?

He just nods and looks out the window. He tells her to get her purse, to grab her passport and she follows him, never letting go of his hand and sees there's a cab waiting for them.

[TBC]

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

[CONTINUED - SPOILER SPOILER SPOILER PEOPLE]


They slide into the cab and she looks at their hands, still clasped, and he brushes her hair over her ear and whispers her name and says he's sorry and they're kissing and it's everything she thought it would feel like, but more, and his tongue is in her mouth, he's moaning, and she almost comes undone.

They go to the airport and because they have the same last name and because they're looking at each other the way they are, it's assumed they're newly wed. And that's how it feels. The slide into the seats on the right of the plane, the barrier between them lifted and curl into each other, unable to take their hands off the other, pausing to kiss here and there and just BE because they can.

They don't think of their parents, of their school or commitments, all that there is in the world is each other.

They land and she leans against him, letting him guide her through the busy city as they board a bus, her face pressed against his neck, her mouth on his skin, salty and warm, as they travel to the house on the cliff he promised her would be theirs one day.

[essene.livejournal.com]

AWWWWW!!! You FIXED IT!!! And in just the way that I was hoping that the author was going to...until they didn't.

Faked death for to be keeping the incest!love alive, YAYAYAYAYAY!!!!!

*twirls you*

They should film it and show it every Christmas. *nods*

[dancetomato.livejournal.com]

YES. EXACTLY.

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

He stops at the doorway, looking at her as he holds her hands, wanting to be sure she wants this, too.

She laughs and it's almost a wild sound, snatched away by the wind coming from from the ocean. Of course she wants this. She left a sink full of dishes to travel half-way around the globe with nothing more than a promise that he would love her.

He tugs gently, his eyes fixed on her mouth as he draws her in to her home. She notices that there are bookshelves just like he promised and a porch in the back with a hammock. She steps into his arms and draws her lips up the column of his neck, so familiar and yet not at all, and whispers, "Where?"

"Libby..." he groans as he picks her up in his arms and carries her down the short hallway to the right. He lays her on the bed and lies next to her, the back of his hand tracing over her cheek, her neck, back up again as she sighs.

She trails her hand up his chest, almost unsure that it's real, that they're there. He presses his mouth against hers again, and it feels like home.


[IDK, FEEL FREE TO ADD TO THIS, PEOPLE]