Ever since the what I call 'room 317 gate' happened, the kink meme have decided they don't want any links to their community on tumblr, which has forced me to make my rec list here. I'm gonna try and make it a little bigger. Each time I add a new fic, I will make a post on my tumblr so you should just go through this tag.
I apologize for some authors being on here a lot but I can't help that they're so good.
There will be fics on here that are f-locked, sorry for this. For the people who don't know how to work LJ: if you click a fic and it says you're not authorized to see it, it means the author has made her fics visible for her LJ friends only. This means you have to go to that person's journal and read what you should do to become friends with this person (usually it means leaving a comment). Make sure you have at least one post about yourself on your LJ (if you're active on tumblr/twitter you should put a link to this as well), this way people can see you're just there to read and you don't want to send fic to the boys or their friends.
Title: Come Undone
Word count: around 3200
Summary: They didn’t get a lot of packages, but when they did it was usually some sort of candy or a homemade toy or, the worst, carrot plushies. Not powder shit that exploded in their fucking faces. Because every fandom needs sex pollen.
Disclaimer: Obviously I do not 1D.
A/N: Warnings: this is the first fic I have ever written. Also, English is not my first language. I would like to thank my dear friend Emily (chibieii) for helping me write this, you're awesome.
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I can't believe this is my first post on my journal. I've created this thing 4 years, five months and 24 days ago (feel free to check that, I fail at math. Yes, that is math. Everything that involves numbers is math, trufax)
Reasons I haven't posted anything here yet:
1. English is my second language, so I'm not really comfortable posting huge stories and stuff. I'll just wind up reading it over and over again to make sure I don't embarrass myself by saying something stupid and in the end I'll be like 'What the hell, why do I even bother?' and delete everything and I'll have wasted half an hour of my day. So yeah.
2. Dutch people don't really use livejournal (none of my friends even know what it is), so I'll just be posting stuff and no one will ever read it. Which is kind of sad.
3. My life is not really that interesting. Let me rephrase that: my life is boring as hell.
4. While I enjoy stalking other people's profiles (don't judge me, everybody does it), I don't really want the world to find out who I am. Hypocrite much?
This will probably be my only post ever, so enjoy it, nameless, faceless, non-existent creature to whom I'm talking this entire time. See ya!