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Jul. 19th, 2014

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Some People Never Change

Title: Some People Never Change
Chapter: The double surprise third part to Fresh to Death/Seduction Leads to Destruction! Gnarly!
Beta: It's 2am here, I won't be bothering anyone with my desperate need for a beta. If you see a problem, please comment and let me know! I trust you, my good reader, that you won't let me down.
Pairing: Jalex (What a surprise!) (I can taste your sarcasm) (I trust you'll swallow it) [Guys, stop fighting here, new people might not understand our level of weird] (Just saying) (IT'S ALL WE KNOW HOW TO WRITE, OKAY?!)
Rating: NC-17
POV: 3rd, fairly Jack-centric
Summary: Because even after all this time, fucking years, and all the reasons why Jack knew he should not be attracted to Alexander William Gaskarth, whenever he even imagined that doorknob leading downstairs, he felt his dick twitch to life. Despite his greatest efforts to curb the desire, Jack knew that he just wanted it, and the added forbidden fruit vibe made it that much more illicit and delicious.
Background: This is a one shot, so it's self contained, but it's set in the same little universe (or as I call it, reality) as Fresh to Death and Seduction Leads to Destruction, meaning a few things that happened in those smuts are also referenced here, but you don't really need to read them because pwp is pwp, brah. Anyway, this story is set like, right now, and those stories were set when they were written, and if that timeline doesn't make any sense, I'm sorry. I don't make a lot of sense, but that's okay. I don't need to make sense to write porn.
Warning: There's some dialouge that kind of reads as non-con, also so much cross dressing and it's SO GOOD
Disclaimer: If you googled yourself to get here, keep reading. I promise, you're really going to love it. It's an ode to your greatness. But for real, people belong to their respective selves, title and cut link to The Maine.
Authors notes: GUESS WHO'S BACK!? Now would be a good time to get out that cake I'm sure you've had on standby for the last year, and also a good time to remove  your clothes, because all good parties end with everyone naked so let's just skip the introductions and get right to the good part. Which, ironically enough, is exactly how I presume you'll read this fic. And I don't blame you. Anyway! I'm back and I'm sure you'll all happily accept me back into your lives! If not, I can be pretty convincing *wink wink nudge nudge I'm good with my fingers, I typed this whole thing in one sitting OH*. AmericanAffair loves having the pleasure to pleasure you, please comment for continued dirtiness! I'm also currently taking requests to get myself back into the regular writing grind, smut is my preferance but I will take whatever you throw at me. Or in me. However you wanna do this.

You still got em' in a craze, yeah, I think I'm going crazy.Collapse )

Jul. 18th, 2014

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*Blows dust off screen name, clears cobwebs from journal*

Ooh hi! Didn't see you there! I mean, you probably aren't even really there, why would anyone still be here after me just leaving this journal inactive for. I don't know. A year? Probably a year. I DON'T BLAME ANYONE FOR HATING ME!
Here's the thing, I'm gonna come at you hard, and fast. You should probably stretch yourself now. I'll wait. For a second.
What's crackalackin interwebs? Miss me, miss me, now you gotta lick me.
Kiss me?
No, no, lick me.
Wow, I'm sorry for being so demanding! We only just now became reacquainted with one another, you're reading this and presumably shocked that I'm still keeping up with the same behaviour, or maybe you have little daggers in your eyes because once upon a time ago I promised you fic and I never wrote it and GODDAMMIT AMERICANAFFAIR YOU STUPID FUCKING BITCH SERIOUSLY FUCK YOU.
Okay baby, easy now, Mama's gonna make you feel all better because DUN DUN DUN
I just put my 2 weeks in at my job! Do you know what that means, you sweet little sex kitten? My lovely little minx?
It means that I have, like, all the time in the fucking world to write fanfic.
See, for the past two years, it's like. My libido turned off. I had no sex drive!
And what's a porno writer without their sex drive? An angst writer. And who likes an angst writer? Not me. Not me even a little. Maybe a little.

Anyway, now that I have all this free time and I'm suddenly horny 24/7 ago (yes ladies, now would be an appropriate time to remove your panties, before you completely soak through), I'M FUCKING DTF MAN. I AM READY. I WANT YOU TO FUCKING FILL MY INBOX WITH YOUR FEELINGS, YOUR HORNY, YOUR HATE. I WANT IT. I NEED IT. PLEASE, I'LL DO ANYTHING.
Okay, I'll ask like a normal person. But just this once.
Maybe it's because I think like this and type like this and generally act like this that everyone keeps calling me Deadpool....
Sugar tits (or candy cock, I don't know you), privately or VERY PUBLICLY
I'm kind of an exhibitionist send me some kind of memo, because my request door is wide fuckin open! Remember, AmericanAffair loves having the pleasure to pleasure you!
And if you don't think I can do it, ooohhhh I bet you don't think I have it in me, may I please direct you to my BEAUTIFULLY LABELLED THING RIGHT OVER THERE -----> and you can look at all the weird shit that I'm into and be AMAZED. But seriously, admire that tag thing, that took, like, an hour to do one day a few years ago.
So come on baby, spread this news like wildfire! I'm taking requests, and you'd be surprised how many I can fit! (You'd be even more surprised if you could see how many I can fit in my mouth).
I hope there's still one little cutie looking at this page, eagerly awaiting my triumphant return to rule my kingdom. Because, like, it's
Bridjettney, bitch. And I'm back, like that STD you got at prom because we both know your date was sort of loose but hey at least you had a date. I'm not judging. I went alone. Wow, I wish that was a punchline and not real life punching me in the feels.

Sep. 30th, 2013

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Whatever Happened to Americanaffair?

This is the true story of letting something envelope and truly consume you whole, then losing interest. I still read on the regular, although I'll admit that I've strayed from Jalex as my go-to. I still have ideas always running in my head, and lots of unfinished documents open in my computer. But I think this was a coping mechanism, and I've moved on to another pasture. I hope to let this one grow, and return to it another day, with a lawn full of living green grass to sustain me another while.

This is not a goodbye, just an update.

I am sorry, for always building things up and letting people down. I'm a drifter by nature. Things I really like right now include my Tumblr (duh), making playlists, burning mixtapes, doing graphic design for little chunks of change, and spending time with my friends.

When I first started this livejournal, I was a loner who only had like one good friend, and even then, I could barely relate to her. Truth be told, I had an issue relating to anyone. I was very lonely, and felt very different. I didn't know who I was or what I wanted to be or how to get there. I still don't know, but I can take a much more accurate guess. This was the one place I could go to and, frankly, verbalize my sexual frustrations and also make friends who liked the same music I liked. Strange but, hey, what is bandom? I've made close ties with great people, and now, I'm getting ready to enter the world and actually make real life moments with them.

So like I said, maybe an idea will hit me tomorrow and I'll be back posting. Maybe one will never come. I thought it was writers block, but after almost a year, I think it's just... me. If this is it, we had a fun run, right?

"You met me at a very strange time in my life."

Aug. 22nd, 2013

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This is something I've been wanting to talk about for awhile, and I'm having a really bad craving right now that I want to try and not satisfy. I started smoking cigarettes when I was 13 years old. It's sort of one of those romantic stories, if you consider romance the way I do. My life with cigarettes, condensed for time and not edited for your reading pleasure. Don't read this if you are trying to quit or have quit but still deal with urges.Collapse )

Aug. 9th, 2013

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(no subject)

Title: Lullabye
Chapter: 1/1
Author: americanaffair
Beta: Katie read it. Does that make her my beta?
Pairing: Peterick, in a roundabout sort of way.
Rating: G. PG? G.
POV: 3rd
Summary: It's between two and four in the morning when Pete hears a knock on his door.
Warning: This is sort of sad. And cute. And then sad again. In that order. AND SHORT. LIKE THE SHORTEST THING EVER.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, yadda yadda yadda. AmericanAffair loves having the pleasure to pleasure you, please comment for more dirtiness.
AN: I was listening to Lullabye the other day and I kind of had this scene in my head, so I texted it to a few people who all replied with how it was breaking their hearts. Then I got really, really drunk, and when I was throwing up in the bathroom this morning I wrote the entire thing in my head, so I rushed to my computer and typed it out. I could not resist the urge. By the way, that entire story is true, FRISK ME. (You don't frisk someone to see if they were drunk yesterday night.) DON'T SASS ME. Okay, here, go read. And, aye, tell me if I should post it to the fall out boy community here on LJ? I'm debating if it's worthy, it's so SHORT.

It's just the sweet weather and the peacock feathers.Collapse )

Aug. 1st, 2013

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(no subject)

So, I'm going to see Panic's free show tomorrow down at Copley Square. In the spirit of that, I just wanted to briefly express my respect for Spencer Smith as a human being. It's kind of no secret I've had this huge, raging, lady boner for that man ever since I really got a good look at him (you know what I mean) and he's only gotten hotter as he gets older. That being said, my respect for him obviously has absolutely nothing to do with his looks, but for his recent (and I do mean hot off the press) announcement of his struggle with prescription pills and alcohol.
Spencer openly admitting his struggle with drugs and drinking is really near and dear to me. It's sort of strange that the announcement happened when it did, yesterday I was looking at some picture I'd posted of him on tumblr and his eyes looked so... off. I don't know how to put it, and I personally don't want to link it because there's this little part of me that would feel awful if my suspicion was true of him being under many influences in the image. But his eyes looked, more than just that typical "red" of being stoned or drunk, but hazy. He's looking at the camera, but he's not looking into it. It's only made worse by the ever animate Brendon right beside him, smiling wide with his wide awake eyes. I'd never seen that picture of him before, I couldn't really tell who took it, it didn't seem like a typical "fan photo".
Any who, Spencer Smith is the man. It takes a very legit, very committed, and very good person to put themselves out in the open the way he did. I think that with their new album in the home stretch of it's release, and a very promising tour with Fall Out Boy on the horizon, he's handling his problems like an adult and not looking for sympathy but instead looking to help out fans. And also, with this album being inspired by the "virtues of vice" as Brendon said, Spencer coming fourth and laying out his life on the table right now seems like genuine good timing.
Hopefully I'll finally have some decent pictures to put on here, I hardly keep anyone updated on the shit I do.
Oh! Here, have a friendly teaser.

I'll give you all a hint! You've seen it before and it's back, redone, and better than ever. Wait. I probably gave everything away....Collapse )

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May. 11th, 2013

beg for it

(no subject)

Apr. 28th, 2013

masturbate your life away

This Is How We Do

So, last Friday night (sing Katy Perry at me. I DARE you.) I went to the Spring Fever tour at the Tsongas Arena in Lowell, Massachusetts. And I have things to say and stories to tell, so buckle in if you're slightly interested.
Your mission, should you chose to accept it, is to read my recap on the concert below the cut. Or just answer the question underneath this cut and ignore my spiel entirely. I won't really know what you did so my feelings aren't hurt either way. Lurker love!Collapse )
  I have multiple oneshots in the works, and a question. If I posted something here that wasn't... done, persay. As in, it wasn't completed to the full extent I intended for it to be, but it's got enough, would you guys still be interested in reading it? Let me know! And I'm sure you know I have a tumblr which is nothing like my livejournal but it's mine. It's pictures of things I find inspiring or otherwise beautiful. But it's americanaffair.tumblr.com, and if you have fic things to say then drop me an ask! Even on anon. So thank you for reading! Or thank you for at least letting me know how you feel about the fic thing. And yeah. Just, thank you!

Mar. 24th, 2013

beg for it

When I Wake In The Morning I Only Need Two More Miracles To Be A Saint

A place like home.Collapse )

Feb. 1st, 2013

beg for it

This is a snippet.

Alex squeezed his eyes shut tight, then opened them, feeling tears prick the corners. He rolled his shoulders, pain seeping from the socket all the way down to his wrists. His teeth were pressed tight into a red rubber ball gag that was latched around the back of his head, wrists and ankles tied to the bed posts. And worst yet? He was rutting helplessly into the air, grinding his hips deliciously slowly, searching in desperate contempt for the littlest bit of friction. Sweet, sweet friction. Just a little. Just a little. Please, god, just a little.


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