#And I don't think I'll ever feel a high like that again in this lifetime 🥲

[eichornia]

You can read the first part here. I wanted to write a bit more about them. TW for depressive thoughts in a small part of the fic (nothing really bad, just Daniel feeling a bit down).

- Blink. Blink. Blink. The whisper of his eyelashes against the fine hair on Max's thigh. Max's fingers in his head, combing through his curls. Gentle-gentle-gentle. Sometimes Daniel can't help it. Sometimes he gets like this, all his energy dissipates and the time moves slowly, slow-slow-slow like the mountains do. His mind is quiet and he can feel everything. The way his chest rises with every breath, Max's smelling like sex, his knees hurting from kneeling for so long. A distant thought but then-

Max's voice. Near, clear, dear.

Daniel, you okay?

Yeah, Maxy, he wants to say. Peachy. Great, baby. Amazing. But his voice doesn't want to come out so he just nods and Max's skin is so soft, he has to kiss his thighs, once, twice, thrice. Max laughs and Daniel blinks, and life is rushing back. Time is getting normal, Daniel's energy is filling him again.

He looks at Max and thinks this moment here, it should be eternal.

- CHINA. He's getting better. He knows he's getting better. But days like this makes him feel like all the progress he makes is for nothing. He doesn't like this feeling, it feels like a battery that only has negative poles. When he's like this, he doesn't want to be near anyone. Doesn't want them to worry, doesn't want to be a burden. So he sits against the pit wall, headphones blocking everything except the music, angry-sad, making his eyes burn with salt. Don't cry, don't cry. He was mad earlier and he ignored Max and his wounded look and now Daniel feels silly, stupid, immature.

There's a shadow blocking the sun. The shadow has the shape of Max. The shadow talks like Max too.

I was looking for you. You shouldn't sit for so long in the sun, Daniel, it's not good. You should have an umbrella, I'll ask for one.

Daniel stretches his arm, makes grabby hands, doesn't mind if anyone is watching. Max holds his hands, makes a goofy dancing movement. Daniel doesn't want to laugh but he does because Max is always funny.

Sorry, he says. For being a cunt earlier.

It's okay, says Max.

And gets him to his feet. He sways a little into Max, enough to smell his aftershave, to see the little freckle in his lip.

Yes, I love you, he thinks. Doesn't say because it's a bit scary, this big feeling. Bigger than China, irrepressible, inevitable.

- MIAMI. They have ice cream in bed, the spoons clicking against each other when they try to take a bit at once. It's melting even in the air conditioner of the room. Vanilla kisses because it's the best flavour of ice cream ever. Max is trying to convince him the best flavour is chocolate. Max knows nothing like Jon Snow. Max blinks (slow at first, faster a second later).

Who the fuck is Jon Snow?, he asks.

And Daniel laughs and laughs until he feels he's going to puke. And then kisses Max, sticky mouth, sweet like melting vanilla.

Max kisses back, takes the ice cream, leaves it on the side table without looking.

Daniel.

His voice breaks in the middle of his name.

Yeah.

This is it, thinks Daniel. This is the feeling when you win a race. This bubbly, effervescent feeling, your whole body full of ecstasy, the sky in the tips of your fingers. You're the champion. Nothing can reach you.

This is it, thinks Daniel, lost in pleasure, full of love, high with the feeling of Max moving inside him. His fingers, sticky with love, caress Max's back. His mouth, sticky with love, says Max's name like a chant. He wants this feeling to last a lifetime.

Max, yes, baby. Just like this, just like this.

(Stay with me. Forever.)

#f1 fanfic #maxiel #max verstappen #daniel ricciardo #yes i just need them to have a good season and to be happy (together) #otp: maxiel #my fic #f1

[mylittleredgirl]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged by @geneeste. :) i may have done this one before, but tumblr blog search was traditionally unhelpful and i have several very important things i should be doing, so here we are <3

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 219

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 655,471

3. What fandoms do you write for?

stargate atlantis is the runaway lead, then sg-1, 90s/00s treks, the x-files, and a grab bag of other things. only two fics so far for m*a*s*h but the forecast looks good!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

no sooner met (star trek voyager, j/c, eight years of friends-to-lovers in 5k or less)

career day (stargate sg-1, clone!sam/jack, damn that sure was a choice to go back to high school amirite)

next chapter (the good place, chidi/eleanor, the intimacy of reading)

first date (star trek voyager, j/c, falling in love again)

occupational hazards (the good place, chidi/eleanor, eleanor would rather not be the architect)

5. Do you respond to comments?

eventually!!!! i tend to keep nice ones on my home page for a while to cheer me up and then sometimes they get buried. i wake up nights like "damn the good place fandom really went all out with amazing comments on that random fic in like 2018 and i never replied," so maybe i need to go through my inbox and belatedly clear my cosmic debts.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

twilight (stargate atlantis, sheppard/weir, what if john didn't break the cycle). strong on style but real weak on comfort.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

weaving loose ends (stargate sg-1, sam/jack) ends with a wedding! in twenty years of writing romance fic, that has maybe only happened once?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not yet! but the year is young.

a fic of mine did cause a dramatic fandom schism once, in the dancing with the stars fandom no less. a splinter fan group created in exile! a mod claiming to be personal friends with the stars! everybody storming out and then blocking each other! so my fic did cause hate, but somehow i personally escaped unscathed. i didn't even get blocked. (lesson: in some spaces, rpf is encouraged until They Fuck. second lesson: if you start a fire and then stay very quiet, everyone forgets about you.)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do!! i guess!! but i'm struggling with it right now and it's giving me a complex. and "what kind" is like......... vanilla het fic for the most part tbh. gauzy curtain vibes, even. basically, i have to really sit and think about whether to rate something M or E, you know?

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

nope!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

nope!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? 

yes, but not since the x-files days. rip geocities webrings we salute you for your years of service.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no, but i think i'd like to! passing chapters back and forth sleepover style like "haha write your way out of THIS" would be fun. (or collaborating in a more mundane way, i guess....)

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

john sheppard/elizabeth weir (stargate atlantis). first fic in the tag and i'm still fuckin there. three years on tv and a lifetime in my goddamn brain.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

realistically, i'm feeling pretty down on the chances that i'll ever finish ANY wip that's longer than 20k, but the two long ones withering on the vine that i'd like to finish are a sam/jack sg1 episodic soulmate fic and "what if janeway went undercover with the maquis instead of tuvok: the novel."

16. What are your writing strengths?

stealing one of geneeste's answers because "character complexity" is a good one! i don't feel satisfied with any fic unless i feel like i have learned something new about a character, or highlighted it in a new way.

my more specific strength, according to @coraclavia, is missing-scene fics that weave through an entire series canon to make a thesis statement (they are In Love).

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

😭 i can't write anything long 😭 i really wish i were different 😭 i envy those of you with staying power who can return to a story after going to work or writing something else and keep plugging away at it. i used to write sprawling things when i was a teen, but since becoming Adult With Job now many years ago, i've totally lost that skill!!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

haaaahahahaha. talk about a weakness. i literally couldn't bring myself to write a fic that required dialogue in Ancient from stargate, a language that -- i cannot stress this enough -- is not even real. i'm like "well maybe i'll study latin for three years and then analyze all the episodes where they speak it to reverse engineer the differences so i can write the bastardized space latin correctly" GIRL WHY. JUST FUCK IT UP.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

first completed story that i recall would have been star trek voyager in my early teens, and by the grace of rural internet and some kind of prescient sense of self-preservation, it does not live online. first internet-published fic was several years later, for the x-files. for better or worse, that one can still be found.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

i think pieces (stargate atlantis, sheppard/weir, catharsis through sex pollen) might be the new best, and i had a lot of fun writing erasers on pencils (stargate sg-1, clone!sam/jack, catharsis through truancy).

--

i am sure many of my fic-writer-meme friends have done this already but @ussjellyfish if your answers have changed since whenever you did it last; i'd love to hear how @havocthecat, @anretc, and @coraclavia would answer this; and blowing dandelion meme seeds over the fence to the mash fandom: @remyfire!

#when i say i write short one-shots i just did some napkin math #and my average word count is below 3k and several of my longest 'fics' are collections #NOT BEATING THE ALLEGATIONS #fic asks #mai fic #i think i might find this under one of those tags the next time someone tags me so i will know for sure i've done it...

[gyupremacy]

Kiss It Better | csc.

↳ Pairing: choi seungcheol x fem!reader

↳ Genre: fluff, angst

↳ Au(s): exes to lovers, non-idol!au

↳ Rating: PG-15

↳ Word Count: 2.1k

↳ Warning(s): alcohol consumption, cursing (only one word, but just a heads up)

↳ Summary: After four years, you never thought you'd hear the name "Choi Seungcheol" again, let alone see the man until one fateful night at a house party.

↳ a/n: It's been a while! Two full months, and I've finally written! Writer's block sucks, but I hope to slowly but surely get back into the swing of things, but more importantly, take my time when it comes to writing. I want to thank @playmetheclassics for making this great banner and @hobeemin for giving me feedback.

@junniieesbby I didn't forget you either! Hope you like it 😊

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"Come on, Y/N! They're doing body shots in the kitchen," your best friend Gyuri called out to you.

"As riveting as that sounds, I think I'll just stick around over here," you responded.

It was the big summer house party her boyfriend Mingyu was hosting. He was very charismatic, and anyone with eyes could see he was an attractive guy.

You introduced the two a few years ago, and they've been going strong ever since. The couple, affectionately called "2Gyu" by close friends, had been anticipating the party for weeks.

As much as you were enjoying yourself, you'd admit you felt a bit out of place. With all the couples making out or going upstairs to do who knows what was making you feel disconnected from reality.

"You sure? There's some very single guys in there you could hang out with," Gyuri winked.

Subtly was not in her vocabulary. It was known you haven't been in a relationship since you broke up with your ex-boyfriend Seungcheol four years ago.

To put it simply, it was between you and a job offer in Japan, and he chose Japan. You supported his decision at the offer of a lifetime, but the lack of communication on the matter put a strain on your relationship.

You've moved on… At least, that's what you try to tell yourself, but the wounds were still fresh.

"I'm not in much of a hanging out with guys mood, Gyu," you explained, taking a sip from the familiar red cup in your hand.

"Well, whenever you feel ready to hang out minus the guys, you know where to find me," Gyuri said, giving you a reassuring shoulder rub before taking off.

You shrugged off the notion. She meant well, but that didn't encourage you to want to mingle with others.

By the looks of it, everyone else had either left the party or passed out on the couches. There was one guy who came from the kitchen and was standing near the bathroom.

He glanced at you here and there, but nothing too out of the ordinary. The unnamed man moved from his spot and walked towards you.

"Hey! Are you friends with the host?" He asked.

"Yeah. I'm actually best friends with his girlfriend," you said.

"Gyuri? I don't think I've actually met her," he explained.

"How did you get an invite then?" You laughed.

"Through a mutual friend."

You nodded, looking around the room. There were guests dancing and just hanging out now. It was getting late, so it made sense that people began to unwind.

The guy next to you broke the small silence between you two by introducing himself.

"I'm Matthew, by the way," he smiled.

"Y/N," you greeted.

"Cool name! Are you having a fun time?" Matthew asked.

"Honestly, Matthew, I'm a bit bummed out. It's been a while since I've been at a big gathering like this," you began.

"It reminds me of an ex."

Matthew nodded his head, taking in your words as you spoke.

"It's been so long since the breakup, but certain things reminded you of him," you responded, thinking about your memories with Seungcheol.

For one, he loved big parties like this. You guys first met at a pool party hosted by an old high school friend when he walked up and asked where the swan floatie was.

The conversation flowed easily, and it felt like you both had known each other for so long. After becoming good friends, Seungcheol asked you out on a date to a carnival.

He had eaten so much cotton candy and corn dogs that he could barely make it to the car on the way out. After the late night drive, he walked you back to your apartment and kissed you goodnight.

You droned on, almost forgetting that Matthew was in front of you saying something.

"Y/N, if it means anything, I just got out of a long-term relationship myself, and it's tough. Sometimes I feel like I did something wrong," he said.

"I know I shouldn't still be hung up over it since it was four years ago, but so much was left unsaid," you replied, considering the last conversation you had together.

"It's valid that you still feel emotions about the breakup. That's something you never truly get over," Matthew said.

"It takes time."

You nodded, taking in the way he was looking at you.

"Thank you for the advice," you said.

"No problem! You're a cool girl to talk to," Matthew smiled, looking towards the ground.

You bit your lip, trying to contain the butterflies in your stomach. He ran his fingers through his hair, giggling at your awed expression.

"Thanks! I was thinking maybe we -" You were interrupted by the sound of your voice being called.

"Y/N?"

You didn't think anything of it until the voice got closer and it registered who it had belonged to.

"Y/N, is that you?"

You turned around and saw Seungcheol with a smile on his face. The kind of smile that was a mix of shock, excitement, and disbelief.

"Hi," you said indifferently.

"It's been so long!" Seungcheol quipped.

"Yeah, it's been a while," you replied, fidgeting with your hands.

Sensing the awkward situation, Seungcheol takes a look at Matthew with a confused look on his face.

"So, who's your friend?" He questioned.

"I'm Matthew. Y/N and I were just talking about how she was having a hard time getting over her ex," the two men were subtly sizing each other up.

"Oh, how rude of me," Seunghceol began, and you knew it was not going to end well.

"I'm Seungcheol or the ex if you will."

The sarcastic remark earned a small groan from you and a glare from the other man next to you.

"Hey Matthew? Could you get me another drink?" You asked, hoping that the awkward exchange wouldn't continue.

"Sure! I'll be back in a minute," he nodded, walking towards the kitchen.

Seungcheol was glaring back at him as he left.

"Cheol, what the fuck was that back there?" You whispered, folding your arms as you stared at him.

"I got weird vibes from that dude. I mean… just the way he was looking at you. I don't trust him," Seungcheol trailed off, but knowing him, you knew there was more to the story.

"You don't know him," you laughed aloud.

"The only thing you don't like about him is that he was talking to me."

The man just stood there avoiding your gaze, letting you know that what you said was the truth.

"You don't hold back, Y/N. Just like old times," Seungcheol blushed, giving you a look that you couldn't pinpoint.

"Just like old times, huh?" You uttered quietly.

At first, you were not expecting Seungcheol to be here tonight, let alone to be having a conversation with him like you were still together.

Gyuri had made her long-awaited return to her party, making the rounds to party goers before stopping in her tracks to see you with your ex.

"What is he doing here?" She mouthed, not wanting to draw his attention.

"Mingyu," you mouthed in unison with a knowing look.

She gestured at Seungcheol before signaling at the door, indicating if you wanted him to leave. You shook your head, letting her know everything was okay.

Walking back to the kitchen, you began to wonder what happened to Matthew but were left with fleeting thoughts as Seungcheol had captured your attention.

"It's getting pretty hectic. Do you want to get out of here?" He asked.

"Sure, let's go upstairs!" Taking him by the hand, you led him towards your mutual friends' guest bedroom, closing the door behind you.

You both sat near the foot of the bed wondering what the other was thinking. Seungcheol cleared his throat before I spoke.

"As much as I love a 2Gyu party, sometimes it's better to just have one-on-one time with someone," he mused.

The look in his eyes was adoring. The same one you were on the receiving end of years ago.

"Yeah, it was time to get away," you began.

"I think I saw someone fall asleep while dancing."

Seungcheol's infectious laughter made your heart flutter a bit. Despite the lost time, you didn't miss a beat, gradually falling back into a sense of familiarity with him.

"Everyone's going to have a rough morning, that's for sure!" Seungcheol jokes, watching you break out in laughter.

Whenever you laughed, your nose would scrunch up as you smiled, which he used to say was the cutest thing about you. You were a little shy about it, but it grew to be one of your favorite things about yourself.

"I missed making you smile," Seungcheol confessed, a look of longing in his eyes.

"I missed you."

As the words fell from your lips, you were experiencing the internal conflict of wanting him back in your life and wanting to guard your heart from reliving the breakup.

"I missed you too, Y/N. Thinking back, I wish things could have ended differently," he whispered.

His voice wavered a bit, and you could sense the feeling of regret in it. Tears started to form in his eyes, and he began to sob lightly.

"I lost the love of my life because I didn't take your feelings into consideration. Even though we were miles apart, somewhere in the back of my mind, I hoped we'd meet again."

The emotions came over you, and your eyes started watering from his words.

"Cheol, I-I missed you too," you whimpered.

"When I saw you tonight, I was angry. I was still hurt by feeling like I was someone's second choice. My pride didn't want me to admit that."

You took a deep breath to regain your composure. Seungcheol looked down at his hands until his eyes met yours again, bringing his hand to give you a comforting graze on your back. A small "Is this okay?" from him reminded you of how caring he was and why you fell in love with him the first time.

"Seeing you again after these years felt like fate to me in a strange way. It may be cliche, but love is patient, and somehow, part of me was holding out for you," Seungcheol placed his hands on top of yours and continued.

“I would love to come back to you again and again. Despite everything that happened, I loved you then, and I love you now.”

The pure dedication and devotion in his voice lamented how the time spent apart allowed him to reflect upon decisions made towards the end of your relationship. He wanted a chance to love you again and love you right.

"I love you too, Seungcheol. To think about it, I never stopped loving you either," you squeezed his hand, a faint smile appearing on your face.

The biggest smile crept onto his face. He brought his hand up to your cheek, grazing his thumb along it.

"I was hoping you would say that," Seungcheol beamed.

His eyes managed to glow under the rather intense yellow light in your friends' guest bedroom. He looked at your lips, quickly glancing back at you for silent permission to lean in closer. Instinct took over as you leaned in and kissed him.

The kiss was passionate, almost like a spark that was setting off something new, which in a poetic way was. It felt like you were kissing him for the first time all over again, except this one lingered on for a bit until you both let up.

"Y/N, I love you, and I really meant it when I said I wanted to get back together," Seungcheol began.

"I'll understand if you don't want to start anything immediately, but whether it begins with that kiss or not, I'd be happy to have you in my life in any capacity."

"I would like to see where this goes, Cheol. I think we have to make up for lost time. How about we get coffee sometime?" You asked, hopeful of what's to come.

"I would love to!" Seungcheol quipped.

You looked at the time and realized it was after midnight, and you both went downstairs to say your goodbyes to Mingyu and Gyuri before going outside to your car.

"Tonight was… unforgettable, to say the least," you joked.

"It really was, but I'm glad that we got to spend time with each other. Goodbye, Y/N!" Seungcheol beamed.

"Goodbye, Seungcheol!"

You reached out to hug him and went to unlock your car as you watched him go further into the distance. A smile appeared before you started up the engine and drove off.

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© gyupremacy, 2023. All rights reserved. 

#wkcnet #kvanity #choi seungcheol fluff #choi seungcheol angst #s coups fluff #s coups angst #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #gyupremacy

[hypersonic04]

Part Two:

I couldn't wait to post part two!

Word count: 2,091

He's the first thing I think about when I wake up that morning, the cold chill of November blanketing my one-bedroom apartment as I lie on my back, staring up at the ceiling. Even now, as I find myself in the comfort of my bedroom, my mind feels like it's trapped, trapped in the cold stares and standoffish behaviour of a man I met yesterday.

In an attempt to alleviate some of the mental torture I seem to be experiencing, I force myself to get ready and feel some kind of excitement for the day ahead. This is huge! Not only have I always wanted to write at Real World Studios, but I'm writing for The 1975. I can't let anything ruin this for me.

It's bitterly cold as I leave the flat, my numb fingers fishing around in my bag for my car keys. Once I unlock the car, I sit in the drivers seat for a few minutes. Breathe.

I stick the key in and turn it.

And turn it again.

And again.

"You're kidding me." I whisper. "No, no, no..."

This has to be some kind of sick joke.

The car refuses to start, and I wonder whether this is some sort of sign from the universe.

It's 11, the drive takes approximately 35 minutes, and I told Matty I'd be there by 12pm. 'On the dot' were my exact words, actually. According to my calculations, a faulty car might delay the journey slightly.

Thankful for the quick exchange of phone numbers before we parted ways the day before, I send him a quick text. The phone rings moments later.

"I'm so sorry, my car just won't start, and-" I start immediately. Great first impression, Iris. Super professional.

"Hey, it's fine. You live like half an hour away, right?"

"Yeah, I guess I could Uber, but I won't make it for 12."

"One of us will come and pick you up. Send me your address, will you?"

After the phone call ends and a few more messages are exchanged, I admit to myself that I am, in fact, going to have to accept the help they're offering and leave the car. I wait inside the apartment.

I'm outside

The unknown sender confuses me at first, but I quickly remember that I never got Adam or George's numbers. I gather my things and rush down, spotting an unfamiliar black Audi not too far down the street.

I squint my eyes in an attempt to identify who's sat behind the tinted windscreen, shielding my eyes from the winter sunshine.

I'm not sure whether the feeling in my stomach means that I want to throw up, cry, or maybe both, actually. He's on his phone, head tilted downwards, and for a moment it's like it's a different version of Ross to the one I met yesterday. He looks cosy, the navy sweater he's wearing complementing his soft eyes, and I notice that he's smiling down at his phone. It's probably his girlfriend, I think to myself, and at the same time, I feel my heart drop in the same way it did when my high school crush asked another girl to prom. Completely unsolicited, and even more so right now.

I take a deep breath as I near the car and he looks up, unlocking the doors for me.

"Morning." He says first as I open the car door, slipping into the seat beside him. The car is warm, and I have to use every inch of self restraint to not complement the overwhelming smell of his aftershave. It's like it coats every inch of the car, forcing my hairs to stand in a way that only ever happens at a once in a lifetime concert, or when there's a huge plot twist in a book.

"Thank you so much for picking me up." I say, meeting his eyes for the first time since getting in the car. He looks tired, tired in a different way than he did yesterday. "I'll give you the petrol money."

"Don't worry about it, it's fine."

Silence engulfs the car and it feels suffocating. Maybe he's just not a very talkative guy.

"What's wrong with your car?" He says suddenly, slicing through the quiet with a clearing of his throat, his eyes still fixed ahead, like if he looked at me he might turn to stone or something.

"I'm not sure." I keep my eyes on the road. "It just wouldn't start when I turned the key."

Again, silence for a few seconds, and I assume the conversation is over.

"Might want to get that looked at."

"Hm, yeah."

I steal a glance over at him. His side profile gives me butterflies and I have to remind myself that he's been nothing but cold to me. He looks over at me and our eyes catch for a second, before I turn towards the road again. The rest of the ride is tense, but it's a different kind of tension than yesterday, not the kind I can identify.

It's like I've been holding my breath the whole way there when we finally get out of the car. I find myself walking off in front, desperate for space.

"Good morning!" Matty says enthusiastically, opening his arms for a hug like we've known each other for years. I accept it after a moment's hesitation.

"I'm sorry about the whole car thing." I say to them all, taking off my coat and scarf as I do so.

"It's ok. Ross to the rescue, eh?" Matty says with a smirk and I open and close my mouth like a goldfish, attempting to think of something witty to reply. Nothing.

We get settled in the studio with cups of tea, cigarettes, pens and paper, guitars. I tuck my knees up to my chest and listen through the soft acoustic demo George plays for me.

"It's nowhere near ready, and there's no lyrics for it yet."

I take in the gentle strum of the strings, soft percussion, and what seems to be Matty's mindless humming of a melody. It's beautiful, even at this stage. I close my eyes for a second and try to imagine vocals over it, nodding my head to place the beat and almost forgetting the company that I'm in.

When I look back up, I'm met with Ross' dark eyes. I avert my gaze from him immediately, embarrassment washing over me and tinting my cheeks pink.

"Yeah, it's great." I look down at the empty piece of paper in front of me and awkwardly tuck some hair behind my ear. "Really great."

"We just need Ross to do the bassline and then some other bits of production, and lyrics obviously." Adam adds.

I copy the melody Matty had hummed on the track, repeating it over and over as lyrics flood my head. He comes to sit next to me and peers over at what I'm writing.

"I like that." He jabs his finger at one specific line, and I nod in agreement. "The only time I feel I might get better is when we are together," He repeats out loud, George and Adam nodding too.

"I'm not sure about it." Ross pipes up.

"What's not to like about it?" George lets out a small laugh before realising that he's actually being serious.

"I just don't think it's very The 1975."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Matty bites, shaking his head with a confused expression on his face.

"It just doesn't feel like 'us'."

"Isn't that the aim?" I defend myself. "Matty said that this album's more timeless, earnest. That line is both of those things."

"Just because it's what Matty said doesn't mean it's right." He laughs sarcastically, shooting me a look that I can only describe as disdain. My blood boils as I return his sarcastic manner, shaking my head.

"If you were at the meeting yesterday, you could have voiced that." I snap. George looks between Ross and I, eyebrows raised. I get up with a sigh and head outside, the silence in the room only annoying me further.

The fresh air does me some good. Maybe Ross is right, my songs aren't very 'The 1975', but maybe that's why Jamie and Jack thought it was a good idea for me to work with them. Matty said it himself, this one needs to feels different, like a collaboration.

"Are you ok?" George's voice brings me out of my daydream.

"Yeah, just..." I shake my head, trailing off. "I don't know, I don't take criticism well."

"Just for the record, I really liked your idea." He smiles and I laugh, thanking him with a grin. We stand in silence for a few moments. I fold my arms over my chest and rest against the brick.

"What is his problem?" I say eventually. "I know you said that it wasn't personal yesterday, but that felt pretty personal."

"I don't know what's going on with him, if I'm honest. We've worked with loads of people over the years and he's never like this."

My heart sinks, and it must show on my face.

"I didn't mean that it's you, I just-"

"No, it's ok. Not everyone's going to like my writing." I huff. "But there's no need for him to be an arsehole." George laughs and nods in agreement.

"Shall we go back in?" He suggests, and although I think I'd rather just freeze to death out here, I reluctantly follow him.

We spend hours going over verses and reworking the melody to fit, and the darkness of the evening arrives by surprise.

"Fuck, what time is it?" I yawn, standing up from the armchair I'd been sat on all day.

"Half 1." George replies. I raise my eyebrows, double-checking on my phone.

"I'll book a taxi, I should probably head home."

"I'll take you, it's fine." Ross' deep voice catches me off guard, having been sat so quietly the whole afternoon.

"No, I'll get a taxi." I say coolly, avoiding his hard stare as I move around the room, putting the guitar back.

"I'm heading that way anyway."

I meet his gaze for a few moments, and eventually give in. It'll take ages for a taxi to get here, and I'm exhausted.

"Fine."

We say our goodbyes and head out to his car, the temperature somehow even colder now. I shiver and he notices, turning up the heater once we get buckled in.

I rest my head back as he drives steadily, admiring the street lights and occasional early Christmas display.

"It's a good song." He says.

"I thought you didn't like the lyrics." I say flatly.

"I..." He starts, seemingly struggling to find words. "It's just..."

"You don't think I know the band well enough." I state bluntly. "You don't think my writing suits the band. You can admit it."

He doesn't respond, and it only annoys me more.

"Why don't you just say it?" I frown, shaking my head at him.

He looks frustrated, hands gripping the steering wheel firmly and his brow set low. We sit in silence the rest of the way, our eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"Is here ok?" He asks as he pulls up outside.

"Yeah, fine."

"I-"

"Thanks." I get out of the car and slam the door shut, not letting him finish what he was about to say. The car stays put as I walk up the steps to the flat, and I swear I can feel his dark eyes burning into me, watching me clumsily unlock the door. I avoid looking back, despite being so desperate to do so. A mixture of anger and something I can't place courses through my body, clouding my mind as I finally get the door open.

My blood feels hot in my veins, pulse thrumming in my ears, my mouth impossibly dry all of a sudden. I'm angry at his criticisms, his opinions towards the fact that I'm writing with the band. I'm angry because of the countless awkward silences he creates, and the glares he gives me when I break them. I'm angry at the way I feel when he stands closely behind me, when I can hear the bass of his voice in my stomach.

Most of all, I'm angry at the way my mind goes foggy when he enters a room, and how I know exactly what these feelings are, even if I don't want to admit it.

#1975 band #adam hann #fanfic #george daniel #matty healy #ross macdonald #the 1975 #matty the 1975 #atpoaim #bfiafl

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Converse High — P.SH [박성훈] {CH. 7}

Synopsis: Shin Y/N was given the task to deliver her best friend's love letter to the shoe locker of Park Sunghan, the president of the broadcasting club. It just so happened to be that Park Sunghan's shoe box is situated right next to the shoe box of Park Sunghoon, a boy whose name had a one-syllable difference.

FRIDAY 10:18 a.m. — Decelis Academy

A typical Friday morning consisted of the usual mission to scout out a place for Y/N to take a nap during the school's first fifteen-minute break of the day. She didn't usually have this much trouble trying to find a spot; she would have found one with the perfect amount of light and the perfect temperature by now, but today, luck just wasn't on her side as a multitude of students roamed the halls making as much noise as possible. Maybe it was a sign from the universe telling her to go socialize with people outside of the film club.

Y/N stretched her arms up and yawned, dragging her feet towards the stairs. Maybe I can try another floor, she thought, but just before she could make it to the first step, she tripped over the air and gasped. Y/N waited to embrace her rocky way down the stairs before planting herself into the ground, but that moment never came. She felt her body being pulled back by the collar of her school blazer; Y/N turned her head to look at the person who just saved her a lifetime's worth of embarrassment. It was...what's his name?

"Are you alright?" A smooth but masculine voice met Y/N's ears.

"Oh, yeah," She straightened herself out and turned her whole body around to face him. "I'm fine. Thanks for pulling me back!" She laughed while hoping the stranger would laugh too to ease the awkwardness she was feeling.

"I don't think we've properly met before..." His eyes travelled to her name tag. "Shin Y/N." He looked up at her eyes and smiled. "Nice to meet you, I'm Park Sunghan." Oh! She knew that name!

"Nice to meet you too." Y/N smiled and bowed. "Thank you once again for saving me back there. I probably would have dislocated a knee or something, haha. Is there any way I can repay you? Maybe a drink? A snack? Homework answers?"

"Haha! I would appreciate that last one, but I think I'll settle for getting to know you better. Would you like to come over to the broadcasting room during lunch? My cousin will probably be there too." This piqued her interest; she's never seen another club's room before.

"Am I allowed in there?" she asks cautiously.

"Of course! Believe it or not, it's a popular place where students go to eat lunch. Might be because of the snacks we keep in our mini fridge." Sunghan laughs. Not long after, Y/N accepts his deal. "Great! See you later, then." Sunghan brightly smiled at her one last time before descending down the stairs himself.

FRIDAY 12:30 p.m. — Decelis Academy

Y/N stood up from her seat and stretched; the cause of her ever-aching back remained unknown. The sound of the bell beckoned students out of their classrooms and created a stampede on the way to the cafeteria. Y/N brought her arms back down, one resting on the side of her body and another landing on top of Chaewon's head.

"Chaewon," She ruffled her friend's hair. "Sunghan invited me to the broadcasting room for lunch. Do you wanna come with me?" At the mention of Sunghan's name, Chaewon whipped her head around.

"Sunghan?"

"Yeah! I think he said his cousin was gonna be there–"

"No thanks!" Y/N was cut off. It took a second to process the girl's response, then a flick of confusion hit her.

"Huh? Why not? I thought you were into them."

"It's just..." Chaewon shyly glanced around the room. "I'm not ready to see them yet."

"Oh," Y/N's arm slipped off of Chaewon's head. "Then I'll just stay with you. I'll tell Sunghan that I'll come another time when you're ready."

"No no! He invited you only, so I shouldn't hold you back."

"Chae, you know how awkward I am with people I'm not too familiar with. Going alone is like choosing death."

"Well you seemed okay when you talked about your time with Sunghoon." Chaewon looked at her with a smug, teasing look on her face. Y/N lightly flicked her friend's forehead.

"That's different!"

"Why? Because it's Sunghoon?"

"I'm leaving you, goodbye."

"Wait!" Chaewon stood up and grabbed Y/N's arm before she could leave the classroom. She slipped another envelope into Y/N's hand. "Deliver this for me, please?"

"To his locker?" Chaewon nodded. Y/N nodded back in confirmation. Chaewon let go of her arm and let Y/N walk off.

"I love you!" Chaewon sent a cheesy blowing kiss towards Y/N, which the girl caught with her empty hand.

This delivery surely had to be successful. She wouldn't mess up like the first time. She even remembered his name. Locker 20– no, locker 19: Park Sunghan. Y/N nodded in satisfaction as she slipped the letter into the correct locker.

"Y/N?" She jumped at the voice coming from behind her.

"Sunghoon?" She widened her eyes in surprise.

"Let me guess, another delivery?" Y/N nodded in response. "Must be tiring trying not to get caught."

"Yet you've caught me twice..." she mumbled. Sunghoon must have heard her because he let out a small laugh and slightly turned away to hide it.

"Well now that you're done with your delivery, do you want to get lunch at the cafeteria with me?" She didn't know why, but the tips of her ears felt hot. Unbeknownst to her, her heart skipped a small beat too.

"Ah, sorry, but I'm going to the broadcasting room today." Y/N put her hands together in apology.

"Broadcasting room?"

"Sunghan invited me! He said he wanted to get to know me better." she smiled. Sunghan? Park Sunghan? The guy whose name Sunghoon saw on the letter in his locker? This was a bit odd. He knew the girl said she was only delivering letters to Sunghan for a friend, but suddenly having lunch with him was a bit suspicious. Maybe he was overthinking, but he couldn't help but feel a bit jealous.

"Ah, I see." Sunghoon nodded. "Maybe next time?"

"For sure!" He waved the girl off and stayed by his shoe locker. Sunghoon pulled his phone out and, almost like an instinct, opened Twitter.

Extra #6! Peeking into the Film-Making Club...🎥🕵️‍♀️

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Tears, Laughter, Sorrow.

corny, pero wla ako mapost e wla akong no choice last march pa 'to sa drafts CW: Angst? mostly none, corny writing, i hate writing esp since i cant think of anything good/this is why i dont post anymore ffs Spoilers for Lantern Rite '23, not sure if i mention anything but yk its just to be safe A/N: i love school, but i went from rank 1 to rank 3 and i absolutely hate everything and everyone im going to cry sorry for not posting anything recently(and ever), and as usual, English isn't my first language, so please don't have any high hopes for this piece. I might go back to completing the Slowly series but im not feeling well since i last went on here to write a serious fic Read utc!

*:･ﾟ✧ Zhongli *:･ﾟ✧ "Would you live to see Liyue's downfall, or always relive the one most painful moment you have felt in your lifetime?" You pause, thinking on an answer to your friend's question. "The latter. Liyue's downfall won't happen for another thousand years, I doubt that any of you would be attending my funeral any time soon." Your friend tears up at the thought. "Right... yeah probably right." "I'm kidding of course! An endless time loop would keep me stressed, I'd rather have you by my side." ... "I'm... relieved? Hey listen, it's getting late, you should be getting home. I'll see you tomorrow." It was unlikely for your friend to suggest to leave this early, but you don't mind, as long as you see them again tomorrow. Then again, it was too tiring to walk home just right now, maybe you could walk around the harbor, after all, you and your friend have been playing by the docks all day, without anything better to do. "I should be getting home back to Zhongli." you mutter. Although cold, the air in Liyue would always smell of various floral scents, specifically the Glaze Lily. You hated Glaze Lilies. There wasn't one word in the dictionary that could describe how much you loathe these cyan-petal, night-blooming lilies as much as you possibly could. Well, truth be told, you hated the person Zhongli associates with these blooms, and it drives you insane. Guizhong, Zhongli's late friend before the Archon War, used to be so close to him. He would return late from his ventures with his friend in tow that he forgets to come home to you every single time. You couldn't really argue with the reasoning he has, since he is more of your superior rather than a lover. It's been so long since he spent time with you without reminiscing about Guizhong, probably a little over your 429th birthday. Oh yeah, did I forget to mention you were old? The more Zhongli leaves you to mourn Guizhong's day of death on your day of birth, you resort to laughter every time he comes home instead. The false joy of seeing him return home after a mournful day which he marks Guizhong's passing, your laughter behind the façade you show for your lover. "How's Guizhong been? Any response yet?" you muse. "I prefer you not adding salt to my wound." "Oh yeah, you guys ended on rather good terms, it would be a shame if I were to slander her in front of her good friend." The statement always seems to make Zhongli seethe with fury, and it looks like he's had enough of your insults and remarks. "A true shame you did not get to know her, or were you busy burning away your lifetime serving false gods?" "You know well better than to bring my past stature into this conversation." It pains you to think about your past, when your parents sold you off to a minor god for wealth, leaving you to rot in the god's hands. "I'm tired, I do not wish to make this into a heated argument. Go to bed." ... "I honestly wish it was you instead of Guizhong, I miss her dearly." That was what made this memory painful, it was what made you cry in the eve, and sob in the morn. In the end, when you were asked the same question years ago, immortality seemed like a dream, now turned into a living nightmare. You only wish to awake from this horrible dream, again, and again, and again. "So... Would you live to see Liyue's downfall, or always relive the one most painful moment you have felt in your lifetime?" The question that would mark another day of the loop, spent in misery and sorrow. The days you've spent celebrating your birth over, and over again. "Happy 7,329th birthday, to me."

#ayayacantwrite #zhongli genshin impact #zhongli #genshin angst #zhongli x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader

[9800sblog]

hi there! hope ure doing good today 💛

so this is like a fun game i send my favourite kpop tarot readers 😊

out of the groups u stan (preferably someone who u've done a "X as a boyfriend" reading for), who would u give a chance if ever they ask you out and why?

answer lightheartedly 💋

thank you and i loveeee ur blogs so much 🥰

I haven't done many of those readings tho!! I am too picky, so I'll do those I would set up with friends

I went a lot by how much I personally feel that these people are trustworthy based on my readings, there's no one else I remember that stood out like that to me. and I didn't choose only kpop because I actually don't know that many idols (adhd

in no particular order

lewis hamilton (formula 1)

if you like complete devotion and obsession, the type to have a secret crush on you for years and watch you from afar while secretely planning to sneak into your life. best friends to lovers vibes. he seems very soft when comfortable, and just wants to cuddle with his person watching movies and playing with his dog. message you everyday, tell you all the details he finds beautiful and still gives you advices or fashion tips that genuinely help and aren't just blatant criticism. seems very soft spoken with pink colored glasses. for those that want to be pampered and have princess treatment, that's your man.

park seonghwa (ateez)

honestly, all of ateez depending on what's your type

again, obsession. this guy would respect the shit out of your freedom and choices, he's the type to love no matter what, as long as you come home to him he's so so happy. seonghwa would love to be friends with your friends, part of your family, intertwined in every piece of your life, but the second you say "I need my space", he's out of your sight for as long as you need. seonghwa is a major extrovert, so he's the type of boyfriend to host friend dinners, house parties and take many many many quirky pictures. this is a more fun and dynamic guy in comparison to lewis, but they are both intensely devoted and decided tho. seonghwa would buy the ring on the first date.

wonyoung (ive)

she'd teach you self love by showing how much she loves you, accepts you unconditionally and trusts you blindly. incredibly sweet and caring person, she's so the type to give random little love messages throughout the week/day and spend hours making handmade gifts for her person. the type to give you one of her clothes and a sample of her perfume to feel like she's always around. I think she'd also transform when you're alone, be way more fun, childish and weird, probably dirty in a funny way that'd make you two feel close. she'd treat her person with so much delicacy and pure love, that even the toughest man wouldn't dare to not melt and accept that they're just a little flower in her well taken care garden.

taylor swift

is in love with love, in love with life, nothing can make her genuinely heartbroken, the type of love she has is so intense, it will be passed through lifetimes. she has such an extended knowledge of different types of people, relationships, arts, patterns of behavior, communications, etc. there is not a single person in this world she wouldn't be able to give genuine love to. but she's also extremely picky with those she actually opens up to, she makes everyone think they know her but only you would and it'd be your little secret. secrecy is something taylor (secretely) loves, her life is very very public so we feel like we know everything about her and her relationships, but there is so much deep inside her head that only someone really really reaaaaaaaaaaaally worthy would know! she is in love with connecting, and once she finds a genuinely good man, she will always always protect and take care of you, and make you feel like you're living in a dream or a movie scene. (connecting with her to write this was so much fun! she is so nice and was giving high-fives when she liked something kkkkkk

[drowninginredink]

WIP List

I always like it when people talk about their WIPs. I live for that. So it's my turn. But I am a one-shot writer at heart with way, way too many ideas, so here is a list of everything I'm toying with. For the record, some of these don't even have a single word written yet, and none are that far along, so don't get your hopes up too high.

Smosh One-Shots

"Feelings are so fragile" — Platonic Shaymien thing where I project really hard onto Damien. (Yes it's for the aro collection)

"Most euphoric I've ever been" — A spetney fic based the fact that yes, they're technically a m/f couple... But like, no. Put them together, you've got nonbinary lesbian vibes. Sorry Spencer, you're getting your gender transed because there's no way you and Courtney are straight.

"But what's a home?" — A Damian QPR fic. Damien/Ian is already such an interesting rarepair and then you make it a QPR and it's like... They end up living together just temporarily because Damien's housing falls through and turns out they both really miss when they used to be living with their best friends and look I know everyone likes romance but do you know how good QPR fics can be? I love the idea of them as a QPR so much?

A thing for @aro-soulmates-fest about Anthony getting all his tattoos to hide the fact that he doesn't have a soulmate one.

A murderverse one shot about Arasha because God I fucking love gang AU!Arasha

A vampire!Spencer fic where Shayne plays the role of Johnathan Harker

"And I lie like the right thing to do" — me taking @generaltrashshecox 's whole "Anthony sleeping with Damien to cope with unrequited feelings for Ian thing that I love so much and just doing my own version of it where I lean into the angst so hard. With permission from bun, don't worry

A (platonic) nintendogs fic where I decide to do a little bit of own voices stuff on the fact that The Chosen is suuuuuuuuper schizo-coded

I bought a new ray and it's time to use it. Let's make Ian aplatonic this time.

"Then it's done." Killing off Spencer. Very one-sided Spommy.

A lil smut based on Anthony asking Tommy to choke him.

Hey @generaltrashshecox infected me again and now aro4aro Antmien needs to exist

This post into a real fic

Smosh not a one shot but also kind of a one shot?

14. "Once in twenty lifetimes" — A no smosh AU that's going to go through all the different ways Ian and Anthony could have ended, choose-your-own-adventure style. And as the title suggests, only one of them is the reunion. Most are things falling apart. And also to fit the title, it's going to be in twenty chapters (although that does not mean 20 endings. I don't hate myself.). So it's multichapter, but also it'll all be posted at once so it'll basically be a one-shot. It's going to end up as kind of an epic and God I hope it turns out as good as it is in my head. Inspiration for the good endings is "Cardigan" by Taylor Swift, and for the bad endings and a lot along the way is "San Cristobal" by Mal Blum.

15. Partners (in crime) — my Changela QPR fic that was supposed to be a one-shot right up until I wrote the thing, and actually wrote a chapter one. Not sure how long that's going to be, but I like it so far.

Smosh Multichapter

(The fact that my very one-shot oriented self has multiple of these is such a problem)

16. "Puppy Love" — I don't need to say anything about this. There are already 5 chapters on AO3. Either it's extremely your shit or you're wondering what the hell I'm doing and why I'm writing this extremely specific concept. If you're wondering why I still haven't posted chapter 6, it's because that has sex in it and I fucking hate writing sex scenes so I'm procrastinating really hard.

17. "I'll use you as a warning sign" (aka the evil fic, so named because chu-tea thinks I'm evil for coming up with the plot) — yeah so what I planned for PL was just a straightforward kind of fluffy ianthony piece. And then a certain friend of mine (*cough* chu *cough*) accidentally inspired me to think of a different ending that is such hardcore angst and hurt that I absolutely needed to make it happen and have been obsessed. It's interesting when you've already made the bad decision to start a long project and then oops, now you just really want the next 6 chapters to be done already so you can write the alternate ending. This one will *really* not be everyone's shit because I will rip your heart out in 6 different ways. But God I'm obsessed. Anyway, if you want details... I'll just say "major character death" and leave it at that. Oh and rarepair.

18. "I've come back changed and I can feel it in my bones" — an AU where "what if Anthony left because he got psychosis." Basically very hardcore projection on my part. This is on the back burner for a while because obviously when I have projects that aren't going to be emotionally gutting to write, I'd much rather work on them.

Non Smosh Stuff

(I'll be honest, I'm so deep in the smosh obsession that you should not get too excited about any of these. I know myself, so I know the smosh flame will eventually burn out but these are based on things I will be obsessed with until I die. So I know they'll happen. But not for a long time)

19. A Phantom of the Opera one-shot for @aro-soulmates-fest. This is the one thing I will actually write within a reasonable amount of time, because it's due March 17.

20. "Baby, please don't bore me" — A Series of Unfortunate Events — Sunny (well, Sorrel in this version because oops I transed their gender) teams up with Olaf to find their siblings after years of separation. I find them to be a very interesting chaotic, morally gray, bantery duo.

21. "Because the same night awaits us all" — ASOUE — A Klaus/Lemony fic that I swear I will write someday. Very morally gray, very much a codependent relationship, very leaning into the age gap. Basically they're together because they do not have anyone else in the world. It's just so delicious a dynamic that I will explore I swear.

22. ASOUE — I'm still not entirely convinced I'll ever be bothered to actually write this one, but I might do a Kit/Fernald FWB thing. I'm not sure where on earth the idea of that came from, but it's been living in my head for a long time now. Long enough that there's an early one-shot version of it that I don't really like anymore on *gasp* fanfiction.net

If anyone actually bothered to read all the way to the end of this long-ass post, you deserve a medal.

[secretmellowblog]

Hijo for the characterask game

Javert and #8

(A little late but for this ask game!!! Thank you again!)

#8: a thing the fandom does with this character that you despise!

Despise is a strong word! I'll say "confuses me" instead. I talked a little bit about it in my post about fandom Valjean things I dislike-- with the caveat that I don't think any of this is really a big deal, because this small huddle of fandom stuff is a very tiny niche that doesn't have a wide impact, and also it's very normal/natural for people's opinions on characters to change over time, and I know that my *own* opinions have changed over time-- but---

I am confused by all the pro-police stuff in the Javert fandom? XD

I think the main thing that confuses me is why Post-Seine stuff where Javert is "redeemed" usually has Javert returning to his job.

It just makes more sense, thematically and on a character level, for him to resign? The common idea that "redeemed Javert" would go back to arresting people and that this would be a Good Thing always throws me off. Because 'the entire criminal justice system is fundamentally broken, there is a gulf on high, it is immoral to do this' was his whole dramatic realization and all. Plus, even putting aside the anti-police politics of the book, being a cop was clearly not good for Javert's mental health. XD It was making him feel very bad!

I remember once reading a mildly popular fic where a post-seine Javert talks about how he thinks the prison system is fundamentally broken and violent and unjust, and he can never return to his job. And I was like "Wow, this author gets it!" Then I kept reading and it turns out Javert was supposed to be *wrong* in that paragraph, that paragraph was supposed to represent an incorrect pessimistic wrong way of thinking, and the fic was about Javert regaining his faith in the police. It's just very funky! Kinda just like, realizing people view this story in such a radically different way you can't ever vibe with their versions of the characters. People sometimes walk back everything Javert realizes in Derailed as if they're mistakes, instead of positive character development, which feels odd to me. People act as if Jean Valjean is the rare exception to the general rule that Prison Is Awesome And Cool, and that Javert just needs to realize he was wrong about Jean Valjean specifically and nothing else.

I think people often miss that the police are the villains of Javert's story, in the way they're the villains of Jean Valjean's. His family was ripped apart by the criminal justice system before he was even born, he was born in a cage like an animal, and he became an agent of the system that destroyed his childhood because he internalized that institutional abuse as something that he and his family must have deserved. "Is a system that leads to children being born in jails in desperate poverty actually just?" "well of course it is. the baby is a crime baby made of crime. >:("

He's spent his whole life either living in prison or serving as an agent of the prison system; he has no framework for what living outside of serving the carceral system actually looks like. My take is, that poor horrible creature has had enough policework for several lifetimes. If there is a way to be a "good cop," he would've found it by now. Let him rest. Let him find some funky new job.

Also, one or two people have implied in the distant past that I must hate Valvert, but from a Valvert perspective-- I think it's easier to have post-seine Valvert if Javert quits his job. First, it's a dramatic shift in their dynamic and the power level between them; it's a clear sign that Javert has permanently changed. Second: Javert searching for a new job after spending his entire life serving the prison system is just rife for bonding hijinks. You could easily write a scenario where Jean Valjean helps pull strings to find him work as a gardener for Petit-Picpus, but has to help train him for the position or something along those lines, giving them an excuse to interact. Third: I don't think Javert needs to be a cop to be nosy. If you want to write a "casefic"-ish mystery plotline he could be an Angela Lansbury Murder-She-Wrote old lady retiree character solving a mystery out of pure nosiness, without even arresting anyone. Because it would be very funny.

...This has just turned into a ramble about possible Post-Seine hijinks. Anyway the moral is: there isn't really a moral, this is just my petty fandom opinions. But "Javert fics where police are bad" and "Javert fics where police are flawed but ultimately good" are two completely different genres, is my take.

#les mis #ask meme #thanks again! #this is just a funky little ramble #and i dont like positioning myself as an authority over characters

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

Alright ladies! Here goes nothing. Enjoy!

The Foo Fighters are finishing up their set at this amazing music festival. The Deftones are up next. My two favorite bands are playing back to back. I didn't know that specific detail when I decided to fly across the country to be here. I just got a bonus at work and a wild hair. I recruited a couple of my friends and now we are all dancing and drinking in a fun group. I've never been out west. What a time to be alive.

There's something else I would have never expected to happen EVER. I hear somebody laugh loudly in the group closest to us and I look in their direction. My hand shoots out to my friend Elise's arm and I grasp her shirt. Her head quickly turns as I say quietly "is that Evan Peters or am I already that fucked up?"

"Holy shit, girl. It's your lucky night" she knows how much I just love him.

"Yea fucking right" I snort. I almost piss myself when he suddenly turns his face and our eyes meet. He smiles and his dimples almost kill me. He nods his head and waves. Ohshitohshitohshit. I somehow remember how to smile and return his wave.

I feel a hand shove my arm and I almost fall over. Elise is staring at me "Girl. Go. Get him a drink or something. Now!" I will forever be grateful to her.

I tell her she's a genius and I go get in line to get two beers. It takes two lifetimes. He's, God willing, still standing there as I come back. I walk up behind him. "You look like you need a beer" I say.

He spins around and I swear he looks me up and down. I flush. "Hey there. Thanks!" he says and takes the beer from me. "Cheers?" I say of course and cheers him then we take a sip.

I bet you're thinking we started shoving our tongues in each other's mouth and sucked off our faces. Well, eventually we did. But, before that we discussed everything from our childhood to if he likes the Deftones that have now started their set. I tell him they are my favorite band.

"They're ok. I like some hard stuff, but not all the time"

"What brought you to a rock fest? I ask.

"It's my friend's birthday weekend. Just something different to do. He likes this music. Sure you don't want me to introduce you to him? He's single!"

I laugh "No, I think I'll stay right here for now." He chuckles. Then he gives me an approving nod.

We grow increasingly more intoxicated, as we take turns fetching the beer, and I get braver. I'm very shy and extremely quiet when I drink. I've never been wild. But, how often can you say you met someone like Evan? We start talking about something that he has to pull out his phone to show me. And it's when I lean close to him to look, that the first kiss happens. Our faces meet and it's not for certain who leans into whom. But it happens. Then it happens again. Soon our fingers are either interlaced or we are somehow touching each other.

It's when the Deftones start playing Sextape that the vibe really kicks in for me. Things get more intense. I subtly brush my hand across his erection, but we are so close together you could have blinked and missed it. He looks at me and smirks.

"Do you want to take a walk with me?" I ask

He nods his head yes.

---

I take Evan's hand and we start walking into the woods away from the festival. We are both so intoxicated we can barely walk in a straight line and we keep bumping into each other. Each time our arms brush, it sends a little electric shock through my body. I suddenly get the giggles about it. He smiles and asks what's so funny.

"I'm just having drunken thoughts is all" I answer.

He smiles at that and steps towards me. He grabs my face and kisses me. I place my hands on his muscular arms and can't help but give them little squeezes. He pulls away and chuckles.

"You want a ticket to my gun show" he smirks and flexes. That sends him into a fit of adorable high pitched laughter. He stops and looks at me as intently as he can. "I'm having some drunken thoughts too." He sways a bit.

"What are you thinking?" I say coyly

"I had an ima- imagine" he stops talking and tries to right his thoughts. Third time is a charm. "..an image of me and you against that tree"

He's pointing a long finger behind me. I'm just staring at his beautiful face. The breeze is blowing his hair across his forehead. I don't know this man at all, but I get a sudden pang in my heart. Like under other circumstances, I feel like I would just want to protect him. Hold him when he's vulnerable and make sure he feels safe.

Suddenly, his face is coming at mine. When his lips land, he's a little off. It's ok though, he can kiss me anywhere. I get a quick little shiver and he pulls away. "Are you cold?" He asks as he touches the button up shirt slung over his broad shoulders.

Softly I say "You can warm me up" and put my hand out to him. He nods his head in understanding. His eyes are clear for a second or two. I have a feeling we are about to have so much adrenaline running through us that we're going to sober up soon here.

He takes my hand and puts it around his neck and he starts walking me backwards. Well, stumbling backwards. We manage to make it the distance to the tree and not fall. What I don't expect is how he makes sure my back finds the tree with such gentleness. He kisses my neck. I'm running my hands across his back. He places his hands on my hips and he gets down on his knees. It surprises me yet again, when he lifts up my skirt and pulls my panties down. I step out and they get tossed. I have a brief drunken fear that they will blow away with this wind, then I don't care.

He bunches my skirt in his hands and he leans into my pussy. He drapes one leg over his shoulder and dives in. He's too drunk to intentionally tease me, but when I just feel his hot breath, I let out a tiny sigh. His tongue finds my folds and pushes against my clit. I gasp. Permission granted. The vibe around us suddenly intensifies. He's eating me out like he's devouring a death row dinner. My face is contorted in raw pleasure. My head is propped against the tree trunk. I'm gasping and moaning and my hands are in his hair. Pulling it when he starts sucking on my clit like the top of an ice cream cone. I can hear the slurping and it's such a fucking turn on. I'm not lasting like this for very long. "Oooo, it feels so good. I'm almost fucking there, baby" I moan out. A breeze comes through and kisses my skin. It sends another shiver through me. Evan takes this opportunity and slides his long middle finger inside of me. Slowly. The pad of his thumb finds my clit and he combines gentle pressure and soft tongue. Circles of pleasure.

"Oh fuck!" My screams build. Gasping turns into moans, moans turn into screams that get carried through the woods with the wind. When he thinks I'm through it enough, he stops for a beat and then he starts rubbing again. I let him. 15 seconds later, I'm screaming again, louder than before. "One more..you taste so good" he begs. I almost protest, but he does what he did the first time and uses his hand and mouth. I don't have time to try to stop him because I'm screaming again.

He stands up on shaky legs and leaves me gasping for breath and propped up against a tree. Sweaty, but the breeze feels so good.

"Goddamn you look so fucking beautiful in the moonlight" he urgently reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a condom. He cusses cause he can't get it open. "Let me help you" I say as he walks towards me. My hands are shaky, but I'm able to get the foil packet ripped open. In the meantime his pants have been dropped to his ankles. He speaks. "I can't help myself." He practically growls the words out. "It's ok, honey. I feel the same" The movement is quite sudden and effortless. My legs are wrapped around his waist and he just plunges into me. I gasp and he cries out so loudly, I worry it can be heard over the music. I quickly don't give a fuck if the whole world heard that beautiful cry. He starts thrusting hard. It feels so good, but as we go along I start to notice the bark is jabbing into my back. When I stop making noises he asks me if I'm ok. "The tree* is all I can muster.

He pulls out and lets my legs down and then spins me around and swiftly enters me from behind. "Oh shit!" He yells. His hands are gripping my hips and he is slamming himself into me. I can feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head. "Oh God, I miss this position" I moan out. He takes that into consideration and starts thrusting harder.

"Oh babygirl, I'm so sorry" he suddenly whimpers. I look over my shoulder and whisper "Come on baby. Cum for me." One hand leaves my waist and slaps on the tree above my head. It's not just there to brace him. He is squeezing the shit out of that tree. I see white knuckles a split second before I hear what I can only describe as a roaring. I've never quite heard the sounds of a man cuming as hard as Evan is releasing into me right now. I tuck the sound inside a tiny pocket in my brain so I can listen to it whenever I want to. He finishes and his legs are shaky. I put my arm behind me onto him to steady him.

"Fuck, you got me so hot. I wanted to give you another orgasm" he sounds remorseful.

Gasping, I say "No need to be sorry, my God. I feel so satisfied"

We take a minute to catch our breath and Evan takes the condom off and giggles "what the fuck do I do with this"

I laugh. He ties it off and holds it. We'll find a garbage can somewhere. I help him pull his pants up and fasten them. He starts looking and walking around and I realize he is looking for my panties. "Got em!" I hear him yell. I laugh out loud and thank him as he hands them to me. He smiles adorably.

"What do we do now?" He asks softly.

"Well, we could listen for a little longer I guess. I say with a smile.

I can't tell what the look on his face is. Sad? Indifferent? Closure?

"You gonna be ok?" I ask him. Tilting my head.

He nods his head yes.

"Maybe we should each go back to our friends. It might make it weird if we just hang out. Rip the band-aid off" I say a bit sadly. "I had a great night with you. I won't ever forget it. You're very kind. Please hold onto that" I say as I touch his chest one last time. I press my hand against his heart and his moves to cover mine. I get on my tiptoes to kiss his cheek. I slip my hand out from under his. His eyes slowly flutter closed.

He doesn't open them as I walk away.

adding to my reading list ✔️

#fics

[melusine0811]

Therapy triumph and neurodivergence

My therapist actually used the word "neurodivergent" with me. This is the first time anyone ever has, even since I was a little girl and being told for the tenth time in second grade that I was lazy. Or my fifth grade teacher body slamming my desk because I didn't do my homework again or lost it. Or completely incapable of getting decent grades in middle school despite the fact that I was classified as gifted. Or told by a dean that I would never become a teacher because of my grades (I transferred, fuck him.)

This makes me feel like so much less of a freak when I sit there and cry to my therapist about my academic struggles up until high school, my current mood swings, a lifetime of impulsivity, occasional angry outbursts, hyperfixations, forgetting to eat, loss of interest, loss of executive function, complete disorder, scatterbrained-ness, lifetime of depression and anxiety, hospitalizations, inability to focus on ANYTHING for more than a few minutes at a time, and complete lack of faith I can do anything remotely challenging because the ADHD will block me and I'll fail. So I just don't bother. Why I have quit things I dreamed of doing (AKA my PhD) Add in perfectionism and well....I try things, I think I fail, I freak out, hate myself, repeat cycle.

Why I never shut the fuck up, and why I tell people WAAAY too much. Why I overshare and why I smother people. Why many of them run away.

Girls weren't diagnosed with ADHD when I was younger, and my therapist says the number of women my age (especially she said during perimenopause when ADHD symptoms INTENSIFY x 10) is staggering because they are so APPARENT now they can't be ignored.

I feel so...validated. Like holy shit. Like I'm not a complete asshole. Like my body is sabotaging me, but I'm doing everything I can to fight it. Maybe I AM trying as hard as I can. And maybe one day I will feel like enough.

Is there anyone out there, a late bloomer ADHDer for example, that has similar experiences?

#me with more boring personal shit #rambling again #late in life adhd #adhd #neurodivergent #late in life neurodivergent #late diagnosis #perimenopause #perimenopausal adhd #there probably isn't a single soul that reads all of this #but it's really therapeutic for me #I've never blogged before so might as well start somewhere

[zeglythofficial]

Re: R posting T on social media. He's hilarious, oh T you hypocrite. It;s so in line with this ask: https://www.tumblr.com/zeglythofficial/741692415395659777/i-agree-with-the-anon-who-said-t-is-probably?source=share T being a Leo Mars and being "OBSESSED WITH PRAISE... MAJOR validation and an upper hand over those they see as there rivals." It makes me happy to imagine zeglyth together and R feeding us all the content. "He strikes me as the type to boast about having a successful and beautiful partner on his arms." - How interesting that this is so different from his relationship with BB. That he will be prideful going public with her. But it's also completely different since R is a star (and BB has her own say in how her relationship is with T). We know where R stands on public relationship. Oh R, if they do get together, I hope she doesn't get too tempted by the popularity of Zeglyth. There's a line, and with proper communication I'm sure T and R can find that line. Again we're in this for the long game, so they'll be more mature in a few years.

Okay the Karma card is admittedly worrying me a bit. wait come again, IMMEDIATELY, how immediately is that? Why are they so stubborn. Please at least talk to each other.

So we've established they are so ying&yang, and the pillars to support their relationship are COMMUNICATION and COMPROMISE! I am quite invested in them and their PALPABLE CONNECTION, and I really hope that they don't fuck it up. I'll be sad for them, how could they walk away from a connection like that.

They're such dumbass soulmates. They can't ignore their connection forever, they'll have to cave eventually. Also amusing how they're both trying to put up a front with the other. These idiots who care deeply for each other. T caring for her and holding her in a high regard, he respects her so much! See even tarot 2.0 is feeling sorry for them, which means things are bad :(

Okay I'm just gonna focus on the fact that this is current energy. BOSS just released a few months ago and as said, they have their own projects to focus on. Hopefully years from now, they'll be game.

I hope R takes a break from us, or steps back from social media. Do whatever she needs to recuperate.

That last answer was beautiful. Perfectly said at the end, it was very uplifting to us. A reminder to all of us that deep connection that RT shares. The toeing of the line, makes me smile.

They have many long and deep conversations. Shared secrets and good times! T feels R is very different from anyone’s ever met and adores her. The potential will always be there for him. He will always love her and fears he will never feel this way again. No matter how many times they fight and argue, they will always have each other’s back.

He will always love her and fears he will never feel this way again - Oh T. this part is super bittersweet. To show how profound and singular his love for her is and that potential being lost breaks my heart.

All in all, I really hope they don't ignore their connection. This feels like the makings of a once in a lifetime love. I hope they choose their cards right, and things also align for them. I believe in their soumatism.

1. BB and R are so different lol or at least I think. Who knows maybe BB is constantly online too. I’m hoping by the time R and T get together, R is more offline and doesn’t post her man everywhere.

2. Yeah, they shouldn’t resist their connection. That’s dangerous and stupid. The connection is there for a reason.

3. “Even Tarot 2.0 is feeling sorry for them which means things are bad” LOL the shade but yeah if she feels bad then things are terrible for zeglyth rn

4. Friends to lovers! The slow burn will be slow but worth it.

5. Me too! They’re soulmates! Even if they right it for now, they will find a way together again. Maybe PCA will be the first step.

#my answers #written in the stars

[eachlanguagewritten]

She Creature

Prompts taken or adapted from the 2001 horror fantasy creature feature. Feel free to shuffle the pronouns, etc.

“Strange word, I know.” “You have been warned.” “Get them out of here, get them all out of here!” “Show's over.” “I think it's high time somebody else gets stuck with the job.” “Here's to the most beautiful creature the world has ever known.” “Well, that's one way of looking at it.” “I intended no harm...” “I don't leave the house much these days.” “Please, come and join me for some of the very best.” “I thought I heard you talking to someone.” “I live by myself, but not alone.” “Now, who would believe an extraordinary story like that?” “You have to go now, don't you?” “I wasn't always old and incoherent.” “You didn't believe a word, did you?” “Now we're never getting out of here.” “I'm not much of a sleeper. Not anymore.” “You'll drive yourself mad darling.” “Oh boy here come the superlatives, the 'never's and the 'ever's and the 'chance of a lifetime's.” “What's in the book?” “Come on, lets get out of here.” “Have you gone completely mad?” “This is wrong, the whole idea.” “In this life if you see a chance, you take it.” “Mixed feelings are good. Keeps you balanced.” “I didn't say mixed feelings, I said a bad feeling.” “Please just relax, calm down.” “You're going to get us all in trouble!” “I brought you a little something.” “Do you want me to take over for a bit?” “We all need a name.” “What's important is that you're feeling better.” “What do you make of all this?” “I'll be with you in a minute, darling.” “I hope I didn't scare you.” “You don't strike me as the type to scare easily.” “Put yourself in my shoes. What would you have done?” “My past is quite different than what I've told you.” “I don't care what you were or what you did before you met me. I'm in love with the person you are now.” “I do not believe that they are just dreams.” “You're in a swell mood.” “Please don't treat me like I'm crazy.” “I just don't see the point in getting everyone hysterical.” “You're really willing to take that chance?” “What is it you want from me?” “They'll be back any minute.” “He's dead! is that what you wanted?!” “I'm sorry you have to be locked in here.” “You're right, it doesn't make any sense, and you're beginning to scare me.” “I am acting crazy, and I recognize it, and that is how I know I am not. Crazy, that is.” “I'm very effected by this whole thing.” “I wouldn't be saying any of this if I didn't find it extraordinary.” “I know you can't help doing the things you do. ” “You gave me such a fright, don't ever do that again.” “You haven't been eating properly.” “I've seen you watching me.” “Look, acting the clown's one thing, but you're playing with everyone's safety and you know it!” “Is that your expert opinion on the subject?” “You have no idea what I've done. But you'll find out.” “I don't like the thunder.” “I just came from there and I'm not going back!” “I really wanted to have a future with you, to grow old with you.” “This is all my fault.” “Some things, no matter how magnificent they are, are best left alone.”

#rp memes #rp meme #rp prompts #inbox starters #if you are into horror movies at all this is a fun one btw i had fun >:) #meme #memes

[drabbles-mc]

For the fic titles!

The Way The Wind Blows South

The Latern Lovers

Hallow Thy Self

omg the way that these are such beautiful titles 🥹

The Way The Wind Blows South the way i read this title and my mind instantly started screaming Mayans & Sons of Anarchy Crossover so that's where i've let my brain marinate. Ft. my oc Veronica Winston 💞

After the club that her family had been willing to sacrifice anything for ended up taking everything from her, Veronica knew that she couldn't stay in Charming anymore. The town was no longer a home to her, just a graveyard for all the people she'd ever cared about. So she packed a bag, hopped onto her bike, and peeled off for the closest highway that would take her as far away as she could manage to get. She made it all the way down to the border before she decided to stop somewhere long enough to do more than just sleep. Something about Santo Padre felt familiar, that small-town feeling that she'd grown up knowing and loving so deeply. It felt like a place she could try and start over. But it wouldn't be long until she realized that she didn't get as far away from her old life as she thought. It was just a new town filled with other people's ghosts.

The Lantern Lovers no matter how hard the world may ever try, they will never take my Harry Hart x John Wick headcanon from me 😌

He was too tired to even feel real panic when he was told that he was now Excommunicado. All he knew was that he needed to leave quickly and figure out if there was still a safe place left for him in the world now. He'd cost himself The Continental, he'd put a target on his back for everyone who was underneath The High Table. It was probably a record of some sort for the quickest someone had stripped themselves of almost all their resources and allies at once. When he started running, he didn't have an end-point in mind. It didn't take him long, however, to think of the one person he swore he'd never ask anything of again. Someone who knew him long before he'd become the man who completed Impossible Tasks. He wondered if Harry would even recognize him anymore, if he'd even let John through the door. He was John's final shot in the dark, so he knew he had to take it. So few things compared to the warm sense of relief that took over him when he arrived and saw the light above the door on in the middle of the night. Lifetimes might have passed between them but, when he needed it most, John knew he still had somewhere, someone to call home.

Hallow Thy Self all i could think of when i read this was Bucky

Bucky had spent so much of his life with no control over it. Someone was always waiting around the corner to take it from him whenever he felt like perhaps he was starting to gain his own footing. So many years spent existing in his body against his own will. When he came-to in Wakanda, it was the first time in a long time that he didn't have anyone telling him what to do. There were no missions. There was no fight. There were no orders to follow. That in and of itself was enough to provide respite for a moment. But there were still things in him that were broken, things he thought were irreparable until the woman sitting in the grass beside him told him otherwise. She said it with such conviction that Bucky found himself believing her. Even though he believed her, though, he knew that to obtain what she was offering him, he was going to have to do it again. He was going to have to give up control. But she was asking. She wasn't taking it. Maybe that counted for something.

Thank you soooooo much for these! This was such a fun little exercise! Who knows, maybe I'll actually sit down and write one of these out one day haha. Even if I don't, though, this was such a nice time for my brain. Thank you! 💖

Send a made-up fic title and I'll write a summary!

#ask #asks #title game #caplanbuckybarnes

[spidercrusadersworld]

more LOOOOORRREEEE

ahhh kidnapping, my favorite fanfiction trope trope.

peter B's pov

I woke up to a scream. I'ts something that will always get me up out of bed, I'm dead tired, but if I hear commotion, I have to act. as I start to leave my bed side, I feel Mj's hand grab mine.

"be careful" she says tiredly. I quickly kiss her on the forehead.

"I'll be back before you wake up" I say. I go out into the living room, and Maya's waiting outside my door. "You too, huh?" I ask.

"yeah, guilty conscience I guess." she says. "can I come? please!" she pleads with me.

I look out the window, to see two men stealing a purse from an old woman.

"fine but be quick, don't let anyone else see you, don't want any of Jonah's reporters to find out about you!". shes been asking to go for a swing around my neighborhood for a while now. I always say no because If Jonah sees there's another spider, well, you can imagine what he'd do. he'd hunt her down, stalk her, antagonize her, the whole bit. that's the last thing I want for Maya. this universe should be a safe place for her. but since it's the dead of the night, and it's only a small robbery, I'll let it slide.

we both suit up and I admire Maya's different aesthetic, It's still clearly a spider suit, But with much more... Maya.

we head out the window and immediately we take out the thugs and return the purse to the woman.

"oh thank you, thank you so much, you heroes!" the old woman says. "here, won't you give a poor old woman a hug! those men almost gave me a heart attack!"

that's so sweet I think and I give maya a que to head back home. I go over and hug the woman when my spider senses start blaring, I feel a sharp stab in my shoulder. and before I can even process what's happening, I pass out. the last thing I feel is a cold hard object being pressed against my head.

Maya's pov.

I head home ready to go to my bed, when my spider sense starts screaming. I turn around as fast as a bullet to see an uncommon sight. peter collapsed on the ground, the woman and the two thugs all with guns in hand. two of them aimed at me, but the most concerning is the womans, which is aimed straight at peters head.

I stand there stunned not knowing what to do, in my universe, guns were rare, even most high level criminals, like green goblin, would never lay their eyes on one in their entire lifetime. seeing three of them being held by street thugs, was unexpected and concerning, and I was frozen in fear from seeing one aimed straight at peters head.

I had only ever found myself fighting against someone with a gun twice, the first time, I was nearly killed, and the second i couldn't even lay a hand on the shooter. and that was one person, this is three. to be honest I wouldn't have cared about getting shot if all three guns were aimed at me, but seeing peters limp and completely defenseless body being held at gunpoint, that's what's keeping me frozen in place.

one of the men turns their gun to peter, while the woman drops hers to tie him up and stuff him in a god damn trunk.

my spider sense goes off again and the men drop smoke bombs, and disappear, leaving me alone and in the dark.

Part One

@i-put-the-wit-in-dimwit

#love me a good kidnapping #I actually adore hurting characters it's so fun #spidersona #across the spiderverse #spider man #spider man across the spider verse #spider sona #spiderverse fanart #spider man oc #spiderman into the verse #into the spider verse #spidersonna

[brabe]

it’s time to love

are you normal or did you get chocked up and almost started crying while cooking dinner, listening to 'find a way' by safetysuit and thinking about hangman and rooster finally finding their way back to each other after the mission, tentatively, tenderly, maybe stumbling a little but with unwavering belief

thinking about jake letting all the posturing, all the pride, all the walls and all the barriers crumbling down and presenting his beating heart to bradley with open palms, not scared of the consequences anymore, not after bearing the soul-crushing knowledge of what a world without bradley bradshaw in it feels like

so yeah, maybe they should have talked about it before falling into bed again after everything, but they were alive, holy fuck they were both alive, and every ticking second spent not touching seemed ludicrous and downright unfathomable and them coming together felt as unstoppable and inevitable as gravity

and yeah, now, after, after, it's when it usually went to shit, when rooster's inner narrative took the pilot seat again from his heart and body and told him that it was time to hightail it, and hangman would valiantly try to keep up his shattering defenses, would desperately try to patch up all the cracks forming relentlessly in his heart and would watch him go, silently

but not now, not anymore. now jake does speak up

hold on, what's the rush, what's the rush we're not done, are we

cause i don't need to change this atmosphere we've made if

you can stay one more hour, can you stay one more hour

coming down from the pleasure-high, now that things start to feel real, i don't need to fake it and hide from it all anymore. stay. take a deep breath and hold my hand and just stay, simple as that. i know you feel it too, let's embrace it, we have all the time in world

you know i'm gonna find a way to let you have your way with me

you know i'm gonna find a time to catch you and make you stay

for all the clashing and poking and prodding and giving back as good as he got, jake ‘hangman’ seresin has always known from the moment he met bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw that he was going to let him have his way with him in the end. he may have fought tooth and nail against it, and he may not have been fully ready to surrender just yet, but deep down he's always known: it was always gonna be no one else but him. he's ready now and god help him if he's not going to do everything in his power to get it in that thick head of his that

hold on, i'll be here when it's all done, you know

jake knows now, he does. yes, he did get his heart broken in a way he used to hope happened only once in a lifetime, and he did spend years thinking that it was all a lie, that it meant nothing, that he meant nothing to rooster. but now he knows that breaking jake's heart shattered bradley's in just as many pieces. in a self-fulfilling prophecy bradley's blinding terror of letting anyone into his heart ever again and then losing them again was what made him lose jake in the first place. but jake does know now, and he's going to spend every day for as long as bradley will have him—for the rest of his life—showing him that he's going to be the one that stays, the one that will never leave him

cause what's the point in chasing if i can't enjoy your face

it's been like this since the beginning. all the clashing and poking and prodding and giving back as good as they got was always only meant to bring them right here. as the blood-rushing dogfight comes to a close, now they can let go of the breath they didn't know they were holding and look into the never-ending horizon together, wing by wing, because

it’s time to love

and if i was running, you'd be the one who i would be running to

and if i was crying, you would be lining the cloud that would pull me through

and if i was scared, then i would be glad to tell you and walk away

but i am not lying, i am just trying to find my way in to you

(and isn't that a miracle in its own right)

#hangman x rooster #hangster #top gun: maverick #top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #lately i hear a love song and i can't help myself #i'm down so bad!!!!!!!!! #bonus point if you spot the all time low lyric #every time i hear it i want to stab myself #but now i also always relate it to hangman #and it's a direct hit to my heart crashed and burned