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enhaeven · 2 months

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look closely | psh (m.)

pairing: sunghoon x reader

genre: smut, angst?, gala!au, idk what they are

word count & rating: 4k | 18+ (minors gtfo)

summary: you've been spending a lot of time with Sunghoon lately so he's not entirely pleased when you showed up with a date after turning down his offer.

warnings/content: jealousy • dirty talk • nipple/breast play, kinda mirror sex? • rough oral sex? (fellatio/deepthroating) • voyeurism? • hair pulling • pain kink lmao, semi-public sex again 😭, phones are being used of course ;)

a/n: ik it was supposed to be hockey!hoon from the poll but this mf posted and i was seeing things smh.

to say Sunghoon was confused is an understatement.

especially when you entered the doors arm in arm with none other than his best friend.

jake? when did this happen?

a series of questions start occupying Sunghoon's mind. at first, he didn't mind you rejecting him when he asked you to be his Valentine's date. maybe it was too much for you, that going to the gala with him might give your schoolmates the wrong idea.

and as always, Sunghoon took it like a man though it did confuse him cause he thought you both were on the same page. he was planning to ask you out if you had said yes but it's probably too early for it.

for you both to be official.

you've been spending a lot of time together since the beginning of the second semester. going on dates, studying together, and fucking each other's brains out for stress relief so Sunghoon thought there was something there but now he thinks that he read everything wrongly.

he's fully aware that you don’t owe him anything but he couldn't help himself feeling a little dumbfounded going alone to this event that your department's hosting. he thought that you'd be alone too but as he watches you and Jake wandering around to find your assigned table, he's lowkey regretting not asking other girls to keep him company instead.

you immediately felt Sunghoon's stare as soon as you entered the doors with Jake. rejecting him wasn’t really your intention because you'll gladly be his date for this event. it’s just that everything's becoming too real and confusing when he never even asked you to be his in the first place.

that's why you've been taking your distance.

it was just a simple date for a gala though so it shouldn't have mattered to you nor mean much to Sunghoon. he’d probably have a substitute date after you declined that’s why you said yes to Jake when he asked so you won’t look like a fool just in case you see Sunghoon there with someone else.

you don’t know if Jake knew that his best friend asked you first. with how close they are, surely it should be given that he’ll be aware but the surprise on Sunghoon’s face tells you otherwise.

now you’re utterly fucked.

this could appear as a low blow to Sunghoon since Jake’s his best friend. you should've considered this possibility when you agreed to be Jake's date but it somehow slipped your mind for whatever reason. it must be the desperation in you, considering him as a blessing in disguise when he asked you pretty last minute because you were already debating on not going.

seeing Sunghoon with a date would only ruin your night even if it's your fault. so you really thank the stars that Jake decided to ask you since you're already familiar with each other. besides, he’s a very sweet guy who’s become dear to you after sharing a class with him last semester so why not?

you’ve already acknowledged your stupidity in decision making anyway so might as well go through with it.

to ease up your nerves, you try conversing with Jake as soon as you both sit down, avoiding the pull to look at Sunghoon's way who's standing by the counter. you can see his figure from your peripheral view, wondering why he's still there when everyone is settling in their seats since the program's about to start.

could he be avoiding you and Jake? or is it the many girls crowding him? still taking chances if he'd entertain them since he didn't bring a date.

you’re sure they hounded him as soon as he arrived by himself but he could be waiting for you. to see if you were alone as well based on how he reacted earlier so now the guilt has been eating you up more quickly than you anticipated.

Sunghoon should've picked any of those girls to sit by him as he approached your table. watching you flirt with Jake was harder for him than he initially thought.

it riles Sunghoon up that you're being so sweet with Jake, even putting your hands on his chest whether it’s intentionally or not. he couldn’t even blame his best friend cause Jake's natural charm can woo anyone who comes across him.

"hoon, man, where's your date?" his friend turns to him as he’s sitting down on the chair while Sunghoon's gaze remains on you.

"nah i don't need one," he says dismissively, quickly switching his gaze to Jake with an amused smile cause he finds it adorable that you're avoiding his eyes.

he also finds it funny how Jake seems to be clueless about this underlying tension between you two, just like how Sunghoon is with this game you're playing.

he’s sure that he’s been so obvious but he also knows how dense his best friend could be. honestly, Sunghoon doesn’t really care either way if Jake knows whatever's going on or not. what he wants is to understand you because he couldn’t remember doing something that would have pushed you to go for his best friend instead of him.

if Sunghoon had asked anyone, they’d just tell him to move on since you basically gave your answer but he’s a driven man. plus, the way you're acting around him says enough so he smiles wickedly at himself.

this night should be fun.

if you really don’t give a fuck about him anymore then you would've acted differently so he'll just let you play around with Jake for now.

the program's halfway done when you feel someone's leg nudging yours below the table. without a doubt, it’s Sunghoon’s but you're still refusing to look at him. it'll frustrate him for sure but he surprises you when he casually joins your conversation with Jake. hopefully, your date won't notice that you've been avoiding his best friend.

everything was smooth since Sunghoon was doing the same as you, engaging in normal conversations with the others at your table despite his quiet personality. except, for the nonstop heated gazes he throws your way while his long ass legs nudge yours from time to time, provoking you.

you see, ignorance is usually your forte but not when it comes to Sunghoon and he knows that. it's like he must've sensed that you're about to kick his leg away cause he suddenly gets up, excusing himself to go to the washroom.

you end up hitting the chair instead, causing you to wince lightly and grabbing Jake's attention. his best friend, on the other hand, didn’t care about it nor your glare towards his retreating figure. so instead you turn to a very worried Jake and smile reassuringly at him.

"are you sure? you can just sit down and i'll get the food for you later"

"i am jakey, don't worry" you reach out to hold his shoulder and he calms down, relief now in his eyes as you smile at him. he returns it with an even brighter smile and just then realizes how gorgeous he actually is.

but so is Sunghoon, who by the way, hasn’t come back yet.

you backtracked cause why was he still lingering in your mind. worrying about him was even worse and it's making you restless no matter how much you shrug them away by talking more to Jake.

when dinner starts, your date rises from his seat to line up for food. he offered once again but you declined, leading for his worry to return. still needing a lot of convincing, you stand up and twirl to show Jake that you’re fine.

"see? totally okay! i'll be back okay?" you nod at him as you walk away, eyes immediately looking for Sunghoon who's nowhere to be found. you ponder his whereabouts cause he could be fucking someone right now like he used to in events like these.

the scenario your mind came up with made you uneasy. no denying on your part that seeing Sunghoon earlier with a bunch of girls made your stomach churn. you might totally lose your appetite if you somehow found him in that compromising situation. yes, it's essentially your fault because none of these feelings would be here had you said yes to him.

navigating around the empty halls was fortunately easy despite the intricate design of the place. the whole venue screamed classy and elegant so it took you a bit of time to find the large fancy washroom located on the upper floor because you were fawning over the interiors.

it's where you suspect Sunghoon would be instead of the ones downstairs that are usually packed with people. he's the type to find places where no one usually goes, preferring peace amid any form of ruckus.

and you were right, instantly spotting him leaning by the edge of the black marble counter with one hand in his pockets.

"took you long enough" he scoffs, looking up to you from his phone. he looks annoyed as he places it beside him but he proceeds to do you a one over that definitely didn't make you wet now that you're also taking his whole fit at once.

all formal in black with that signature hair of his that you really love.

"well thanks to you" you reply drily, recovering from that small relapse with your annoyance bubbling back to the surface. he must’ve thought it’s directed to him when you’re actually mad at yourself but you’ll let him think that way.

it's fun and this is how you usually talk anyway, bickering and teasing which you surely missed when things got awkward between you since that day.

"me? you're the one who's all over Jake" he huffs, shooting you a glare that you found amusing. he does look cute whenever he’s sulking, especially when he gets jealous although he masks it with indifference each time you call him out on it.

"he's my date hoon" you deadpan, stating the obvious which irks Sunghoon even more but he notices the mischievous glint in your eyes.

“why are you with him?” he starts, trying to sound nonchalant as he leans back. it might be hopeless and he shouldn't care this much but Sunghoon just wants to know the very reason he's alone in this gala.

“why can’t i be with jake?”

he was gonna tell you why if his ears didn't catch the teasing lilt in your tone the more you step closer to him. “isn’t he your best friend hoonie?” you add when he didn't answer, noticing his thick brows scrunching as he adjusts his gold bangle bracelets.

so you are doing it on purpose, staring him down right now with those beautiful eyes and playful smile like you didn’t break his heart weeks ago. he may acted like he was expecting you earlier but you pretty much didn’t care so he's still unsure why you followed him here when Jake's probably out there waiting for you.

maybe Sunghoon was wrong. well, he had been clearly assuming a lot of things so who knows. this could just be his inner desire hoping that you still want him.

“he is, but it doesn’t mean that i’ll share you with him” you're startled when Sunghoon grabs your waist as soon as his arms can reach you. he pulls you closer to him before burying his face in the crook of your neck.

one of your hands grasps his hair as a reflex, the other gripping his shoulders as you try to come up with a response. it's a bit hard when you can feel his breath fanning against your skin but he holds you for a bit, waiting for you to stop him.

when you didn’t, his lips touched your skin and began leaving kisses around your exposed collarbones. and since Sunghoon's been very familiar with your sensitive spots, he finds your weakest spot in the neck right away, coaxing a needy whimper from you.

“i-i’m not yours hoon” you're struggling to reply when you feel Sunghoon's smile but you love how eager he's been. aside from missing him in general, you’re deprived of his touch too since the last time you were in this position was the day you turned him down.

"no? but this one’s mine right?” both his hands move down and grab a handful of your ass, earning a surprise gasp from you. they're pretty quick too that you didn't even realize Sunghoon's pulled down your dress' plunging neckline, freeing your tits right in front of his face.

he eyes them hungrily as a hand of his stays on holding the hem, embarrassment flooding you as a result though he’s seen your bare body several times already.

in all honesty, Sunghoon would’ve found your flower shaped pasties adorable if the circumstances were different. he teases you nonstop about them cause he secretly loves it when you wear them instead of bras, easy access each time he touches you.

despite how much he missed you, he's still pissed so he peels them off a bit harshly, eager to taste your perked nipples but he finds it absurd that you're shying away from him.

the audacity of you to come here then.

instead of putting your pasties aside, he keeps them in his pockets and you’re about to protest when his large hands are on your bare tits at once, fondling them briefly before he latches his mouth on one of them.

"h-hoon—" a loud moan slips from your lips when his tongue starts flickering your nipple, leading you to grab his hair again and push his face further on your chest.

he occasionally bites a nipple as his palm gropes your breast, rendering you speechless at how it feels. you keep arching your back so Sunghoon's other hand returns to gripping your hips steadily.

looking down, you see Sunghoon's playfully making suctions while sucking your tits. it's his way of teasing you as he alternates on sucking both your breasts with his eyes closed, allowing your eyes to fixate on the mole in his nose that you adore.

with your breathing getting heavier every minute, suppressing your giggles has also been difficult each time his hair brushes your skin.

"hoon please.." you didn't plan on begging him but he's just too good at finding what makes you weak. watching his wet tongue and sharp canines graze your nubs didn't help either, heightening the sensation throughout your body so you couldn't help it.

but Sunghoon's a tease so you should've expected him to release your nipples with a pop after hearing your plea. with a taunting grin.

"now you're begging" he snickers, knowing exactly what you want from him. you pay no mind to it, brain’s all muddled currently at watching him lick his lower lips, eyes zeroing in on his saliva disconnecting from your buds.

you turn mute at that, not knowing how to respond to Sunghoon. the usual witty response to counter him’s nowhere to be found. all you can think of is finding ways to return to his good graces so you relent.

“yeah i am” you say quietly which surprises Sunghoon. you’re never the type to beg so he presumes that it's because you’re probably feeling guilty.

that’s why you’re here.

not really to see him but just to make him feel better.

it must be it so he proceeds to stare you down, contemplating if he’ll give you what you want. of course, Sunghoon would want to but he couldn’t possibly let you get away with this stunt you’re pulling tonight.

your exposed wet stricken breasts cause you to shiver while doing your best to maintain Sunghoon's gaze. he's making you wait too long so you softly squeeze his padded shoulders for an answer, watching his face morph back into being smug.

but before Sunghoon can even respond, you drop to your knees and look up at him with pleading eyes. he curses in his head trying to not give in right there. he's gotta keep his hardened exterior cause it's not often you’re this desperate hence why it’s one of his favourites.

“want my dick?” he teases, the familiar sly grin now plastered on his lips. you nuzzle against his clothed thigh as an answer and Sunghoon couldn’t help himself to reach out and caress your cheek.

he sees your hand reaching out and he takes it, allowing you to feel him over. then your hand fumbles to unbutton Sunghoon’s suit blazer, revealing his lean body that compliments his muscled arms.

he's fucking hot with this alone, given your kneeling position and you can't wait to finally make up to him now that he's letting you.

you're still a bit sus though that Sunghoon's making everything so easy.

he must've had other plans so you quickly pull down his pants and boxers, to have his cock in your mouth. you didn't get to though, his ringed fingers threading right through your scalp to stop you. a surprise whine and frustrating sigh escapes you but Sunghoon's enjoying seeing you like this.

“hoonie..” you coo, trying to look more deflated so he’ll release you. your earlier hunch was right and now little whore in you is excited to have his punishments again.

you eye his cock, so angry already with the precum coated tip that you’d do anything to taste it again but Sunghoon’s firm grip on your hair reminded you of what you did.

a pout graces your lips, surely he already knows what you’ve been missing. it’s been about a week or two since the last time you fooled around with Sunghoon, the same day you rejected him.

he stares at you intently without saying a word, seemingly unimpressed with your current way of begging. you're getting conscious again, mind scrambling on what else to do to convince him but you can't think of any.

but there's one thing you both have in common, impatience. you see it in the way he grabs his dick to tease your lips with it, running the tip across the edge of your lips. your tongue darts out in hopes of catching it but he suddenly slaps it against your cheek, causing you to pathetically whine against his clothed thigh.

“suddenly this desperate? then why’d you say yes to him?”

“i…”

you ran out of excuses just because you didn’t want to tell Sunghoon the truth. you’re not sure if he’s aware or which part of the truth he knows. if he does then it wouldn’t be a surprise. he can read you like an open book that’s why avoiding him earlier ended up being pointless.

it’s also why Sunghoon releases his grip on your hair a bit, allowing you to take his cock in your mouth. he misses the warmth your mouth is around him, the eager look in your eyes as you keep bobbing your head to please him.

well, it’s not enough. even for you, cause now he sees that familiar glint in your eyes when you want something more.

his hand didn’t leave your hair the entire time and excitement rush through you as soon as you watch him shift his stance, believing he’ll start fucking your throat.

but Sunghoon doesn't, if the smirk on his face is anything to go by.

instead, he pushed your head further down his cock, causing you to gag with the sudden movement. good thing you have amazing reflexes, hollowing your cheeks and breathing through your nose as you try to maintain eye contact.

you’re struggling when Sunghoon bunches up your hair and gives it a hard pull.

"did you really think i'd give you what you want?" he taunts, chuckling darkly as you moan around his length, the vibrations turning his laugh into a deep groan.

he would've let you with those begging eyes. he loves the desperation in them, making it one of his weaknesses. there's nothing he wants more than to fuck your throat but he can't give in that easy.

your head game's unmatched and it almost made him forget why you're here until he sees you slow your pace, intentionally taking him deeper until his tip nudges the back of your throat.

his hand returns pulling your hair, to the side this time as he picks up the phone beside him. it stings but you don't mind, letting Sunghoon control the pace of your sucking however he wants.

"so cock hungry, aren't you?" he grits his teeth, followed by a deep grunt.

he's being mean but you don't mind, nodding while your sole focus is running your tongue through the underside of his dick. to hear more of his deep grunts, now that he's mindlessly moving his hips slowly.

already anticipating it, you close your eyes to avoid the flash from Sunghoon's phone. if it'll make him forgive you then so be it.

you're not too concerned right now other than to make sure he finishes in your mouth. it boosts your ego, how you must've been doing so good for him to record you like this.

which suddenly ceased as soon as he releases your hair, his cock slipping out your drooling mouth.

"hoon?" you query, voice a bit confused as to why he's stopping you when you sense that he's close.

"get up" he spits and you obey, a bit disappointed when you see him putting his very hard length back in his pants.

before you can protest, Sunghoon flips you around and pulls you against him. now you're both facing the other mirror in front of you while you're on his lap.

you watch Sunghoon resumes what he was doing before you begged to suck him off. he's kissing your shoulders and upper back this time, ringed hands fondling your tits again and it's increasing your desperation. you can feel how hard he is under you so you start grinding on him out of frustration, hoping he'll finally fuck you.

"w-what do you want hoonie hmm? if you d-don't wanna fuck here then.." you gasp, stammering each word as his groping becomes rougher. "we can go back to dinner then leave after..oh fuck.." you throw your head back when pinches your sensitive nipples, grabbing a handful of his hair behind you.

"pretty sure it's over by now.." he drawls after suddenly releasing you, feeling his breath against your skin as his hands move down to guide your hips. you've been watching him through the mirror this time, looking unfazed while ignoring your words.

"but you still want dessert, right jake?" he adds, shifting his eyes to someone in the corner.

realization washed over you even before following Sunghoon's eyes after hearing the name. there in the corner of the room, you see Jake standing and clutching his phone in one hand while holding the door with widened eyes.

"i was wondering where you are.." his voice echoes, eyes trained on both you and his best friend. you have no idea how long Jake's been standing there, if he saw the whole thing or what. you were too busy focusing on anything else aside from his best friend.

and if he meant you or Sunghoon he didn't specify.

you both should've stopped but his best friend has no intention of, continuing to play with you as if Jake's not there. this tells you exactly how Jake found you both. the way he wasn't entirely surprised at what welcomed him, eyes raking your half-naked form which causes you to squirm against Sunghoon's lap.

Jake looks a bit nervous but there's a slight eagerness swimming in his eyes. you wonder if this is the first time Sunghoon did this, sending him lewd videos or pictures which you honestly find kinda hot. you keep grinding against Sunghoon's cock while watching Jake's gaze fixed on your tits which Sunghoon continues to fondle, earning more needy whines from you.

"figured that he's looking for us.." Sunghoon says wryly as he stops your hips from moving, his unbothered face turning to his best friend like this is just a common scenario between them. you watch Jake gulp nervously, slowly sinking in the implication of Sunghoon's words.

you heard it clearly, his tone alone suggesting that this night's far from over.

not until he's satisfied with your apology now that you have an audience.

e/n: now let's ignore that this was supposed to be for Valentine's but i ain't gonna wait for next year to post this to be on the right season 😭

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piastri-lover · 9 months

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always been you; oscar piastri

summary: in which the entire internet ships oscar and his childhood best friend, and they deny it, until they finally realise it's always been each other

pairing: oscar piastri x childhood best friend!reader

author's note: i love oscar piastri more than life itself like it's not even funny

INSTAGRAM

yourusername 📍silverstone race track

liked by oscarpiastri, pierregasly and 610294 others yourusername p4 for my favourite person ever!! (plus i looked so good in the last photo) view comments

user1 she's so pretty wtf

user2 don't know whether i want to be her or be with her

user3 are her and oscar dating?? im new to f1 -user4 no they've just been friends for years and years

oscarpiastri no photo creds?? -yourusername only when u get on the podium --oscarpiastri bet

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user5 oscar's a lucky boy

user6 he needs to wife her up soon or else the rest of us will steal her -user7 they're just friends i dont know what u guys struggle to understand

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oscarpiastri 📍london, england

tagged: yourusername liked by landonorris, yourusername and 2103927 others oscarpiastri london with my girl x view comments

user8 my girl!!!!! -user9 sleeping on the highway tonight

user10 they claim they're not dating but im sorry look at this post

yourusername formula 1 driver and still made me pay for lunch smh -oscarpiastri stfu i offered to pay u INSISTED --yourusername i dont seem to remember that ---oscarpiastri y/n stop it im gonna get cancelled ----yourusername fine i offered to pay dont cancel oscar

user11 theyre so cute

user12 i love how half the photos are london and half are y/n -user13 bros so whipped its unbelievable

user14 im acc convinced theyre dating at this point

user15 y/n is the prettiest ever liked by oscarpiastri -user15 bros not being slick rn

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oscarpiastri replied to your story:

oscarpiastri cmon u cant post stuff like that on ur story

yourusername why not

oscarpiastri anyone can see something like that i wanna be the only person seeing that

yourusername its nothing oscar besides we're just friends arent we

oscarpiastri i panicked y/n ive always loved u u know that

yourusername i confessed to u oscar i told u how i felt and u said nothing

oscarpiastri obv i love u and ur more than a friend to me u know that

yourusername i know i know i know i guess saying it out loud was diff to always knowing

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oscarpiastri i dont care for me??

yourusername ur paying for my flight

oscarpiastri ofc i need to see u i need to tell u how i feel in person

yourusername ill see u belgium love u oscar

oscarpiastri love u y/n

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yourusername 📍spa, belgium

liked by logansargeant, oscarpiastri and 293817 others yourusername p2!!! (the race never happened) view comments

user16 no bc shes so pretty -user17 oscar's winning in life

user18 y/n denying the race ever happened -user19 shes so like me fr

oscarpiastri ur my good luck charm -yourusername stop being sappy in my comment section

user20 theyre def dating im sorry -user21 oscar was here in like 20 seconds hes got notifs on fs

user22 shes so leng istg

logansargeant i wonder whos joggers they are huh? -yourusername logan stfu --logansargeant my lips are sealed

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liked by oscarpiastri, landonorris and 3102947 others yourusername guess who? view comments

user23 oscar right?? -user24 it has to be

oscarpiastri i wonder who?? -yourusername do u have any idea?? --oscarpiastri none at all ---yourusername hmm...

user25 na look at their comments they're def dating

user26 im sorry but they're both so hot -user27 bi panic --user28 mother and father

user29 just waiting for the announcement -user30 any day now

logansargeant i know who -yourusername good for u logan --oscarpiastri can u tell me mate? ---logansargeant just sent u the dm

user31 idc if its oscar i just wanna know who managed to pull the y/n

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oscarpiastri

tagged: yourusername liked by logansargeant, landonorris and 4102958 othersoscarpiastri my everything view comments

user32 i mean we all knew but its cute

yourusername loved u forever -oscarpiastri love u forever --yourusername will love u forever

user33 no theyre so cute

user34 wbk but thanks for the announcement oscar

logansargeant about time -yourusername focus on getting urself a gf logan --logansargeant ouch

user35 how aussie racer boy pulled HER i will never know

yourusername ur fans love me lol -oscarpiastri dont know why --yourusername oy ---oscarpiastri sorry love

user36 I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE

user37 banter in the comment section is my love language

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copias-sewer-rat · 6 months

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COPIA'S SEWER RAT RECOMMENDATIONS PT.1

This has been a long time comming! I wanted to take the time to create a long post not only with fic recommendations but also other stuff. The Ghost community is so talented that I needed time to gather all of the amazing projects and ideas that flutter around.

(This even took longer than anticipated because just when it was almost ready some of the authors in this list posted some freaking MASTERPIECES and I needed to add them as well, obviously.)

I plan to do a post like this from time to time with new discoveries, so please if you don't follow/know these creators, please check them out. Furthermore, if there is someone you think I have missed or that you would like for me to check out, please, let me know. I am always eager to know more amazing creators.

(please be aware that some of the fics and artists I will be talking about write some very nasty, yet amazing, stories/art so please always check their tags and tws before diving in).

next part | my masterpost

📝WRITING

Let's start with one of the backbones of this amazing community: @da-rulah and her gorgeous and deliciously nasty fics. Please go read Rituale Septem and Confessional if you haven't already. Her hcs and drabbles are also so so good, you should read everything she has written, you won't be dissapointed.

Now, the wonderful, amazing writer that is @her-satanic-wiles. I have become her personal and most ardent supporter this October (if you could not tell by how much I have reblogged and liked her stuff smh). Her Kinktober challenge this year has been an absolute delight so I leave you with her mastrerlist so you can check her out on your own.

Now, my beloved, the amazing writer that is @writingjourney with my favourite fic to date I Knew Nothing but Shadows. I honestly get such joy when she posts, it is pure perfection. She puts such detail in her writing that it always makes me so incredibly happy to read her stuff. I also leave you with her masterlist, please check her out! UPDATE: SHE JUST POSTED THE MOST PERFECT VAMPIRE SECONDO FIC, you must read it: Friday Nights at the Vinothek.

The great @bupia is next!!!! I honestly adore everything they write. My personal favs are Barista Preferita, Love Letter, Bloodlust, their kinktober series and their new work is Serendipity. I am always in awe with how they write honestly. I want to be y/n so much with their fics (lol, cringe). Please read everything of theirs!

How can I not mention the absolute, amazingly talented, cowboy lover that is @ramblingoak ??? Her whole universe of cowboys (I love cowboys like yeehaw all day you know?) is honestly one of my favs, AND THE WAY SHE WRITES, let me tell you, the DETAILS, the EMOTIONAL backstories, THE ROMANCE, THE DRAMA?! Please go read The Cardinal's Bride and the other stories of the same au if you haven't done so already. You are missing out on one of the best AUs this fandom has to offer. UPDATE: A NEW FIC?! SKATING COPIA?! TIGHT SUITS?! Need I say anything else? Go read her new series: Copia on ICE!

Then, @molly-ghuleh !! I just started reading her stuff and now I cannot stop?! Camellia is SO GOOD you must read it!! It deserves much more attention!!! THE DETAILS?? The love at first sight trope leaving me in shambles???!!! I am seriously invested and I cannot recommend her more! GO! NOW!

Next, my lovely ghestie @discountdemonwarehouse/@eyeslikelilith who is so funny and so so nasty😈💜! Please go follow her here and on Ao3 for her amazing fics (I love her WWDITSxGhost fic What We Do In The Ministry the most hehehehe iykyk)

@leezlelatch and her amazing drabbles bring me so much joy, please go check her out and read everthing she posts, it is wonderful and insanely entertaining. (I cannot choose only one recommendation help, read everything!!!)

What can I say about @earthry other that she is amazing and I that I am obsessed with her drabbles and asks? I have read Watermelon Kisses so many times that you could lock me up.

Go check @zombie-rott out in general! Her stories are very comforting and nice!!! AND THE WAY SHE WRITES??? I love love love it. I highly recomend reading Pawprints, it is adorable, you should ckeck it out.

Please go read @bethbruttenholm's Seduce Me... I fell in love with this fic, so so good, and her writing is *chef's kiss*.

@anamelessfool in general is a master, like, her Omega3 fics are so nice *wink*, extra kudos for Reciprocity muhahahaha (it is delicious)

AAAAAA @gravehags and her curator!reader x copia series??? I AM ABSOLUTELY OBSESSED? THE HALLOWEEN CHAPTER? I WAS GRINNING LIKE A MADWOMAN ALL THE TIME. She also writes a lot about the Ghouls and Ghoulettes and it is SO SO NICE!

@the-curator1 In The Darkness of your Dreams ??? AN ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECE oh my Satan, I LOVE LOVE IT!!!

🎨ART

This list is going to be long and I don't want to sound like a broken record or make this post eternal (because I could talk about all of them for ages if you let me) so I will make only a big recommendation for the following artists:

@vogelfreyh

@piaart

@vanmec

@comfysanda

@nocterish/@nocturnal-birb

@sirlsplayland

@risunsky

@blanchebees

@mardyart

@meowsaidmissy

@forgelokid

@novaiisk

@nekronyancer

@delulluart

@yollur

@quaildoodle

@oranpo

@doodleshrimps

@kabukiaku

@thew0man

@blackbird5154

Please, check all of them. They deserve all the recognition they can get. I adore how much love and effort they put in their art, WIPS or whaterver they decide to make. Every single one of them inspires me so much, I cannot explain with words how proud I feel to be able to look at their creations and share a community or even an interest with such talented creators.

👻OTHERS

This is the one that needs more creators. I need to find projects, creators that do other things such as theorising, gifs, big projects, whatever. Please, give me your suggestions and I will check them out and add them in following entries.

For now, I leave you with a couple of amazing people that deserve all the praise:

@stressghoul I honestly follow her EVERYWHERE. I love her tiktoks so much, she is so funny. The Brittany Brosky of the Ghost community you could say.

@slavghoul If you need any questions solved about our dear Satanic papas, go follow Slav. I have never seen a more dedicated person with such an amazing brain, it is honestly so inpiring to see what they have to say every single time. By the way, also check their videos on all the little isolated parts from Ghost songs, does not fail on lifting my feet from the ground as if possessed, every-single-time. You can check all the videos here.

@kabukiaku again??? YES! WHY?! BECAUSE I ADORE HER PAPA PLUSHIES I THINK THEY ARE THE CUTTEST!!!!

Lastly, I wanted to mention a YouTube creator that is making orchestral versions of Ghost songs. I found an orchrestral version of DATHOML on Tiktok and I had to find the whole song. Please check them out because they are doing more and it is amazing. Jamie Turton.

#gonst #the band ghost #ghost #the band ghost bc #ghost bc band #recommendation post #sewer rat recommends #amazing creators #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #ghost bc #ghost band #papa emeritus iii #papa terzo #papa secondo

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sleazysquid · 1 year

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For the requests: Do you think Dabi is into any sort of piss marking? Like internal urination/golden showers, just filthy stuff that marks you as his? I've been thinking about this a lot and always kinda waver.

Smh putting me tf out with this one I’m in adoration omg. So many approaches to this it’s hard to choose one… but I really wanna fixate on the watersports, power aspect, I feel like there isn’t a lot of love out there for that sort of fetish so.. I might have gotten a little carried away with this ask…

This Is What The Devil Does (Dabi x Reader):

Word Count: 1.1k

Tags/warnings: female reader, HEAVY watersports action, a little bit of some power play happening here, scent marking, public humiliation (f receiving), established relationship, dubcon kinkplay, a little bit of dumbification and noncon pic taking at the end.

I’m definitely leaning towards Dabi being the one to bring it up at some point or finding out on accident that the both of you have a kink for it. Maybe via… starting out as a joke and peeing on you in the shower? When he’s in the comfort of your home, he’s usually kind and loving behind closed doors. In public though? He loves to treat you lower than dirt at times.

You’ve learned that at any point if you’re walking down the streets he can just pull you into an alleyway to use you as his personal, and quite beautiful, urinal. Depending on his mood he may or may not actually aim for your mouth. Not a day goes by where you’re not swallowing a few warm (sour) gulps of his urine, opting to wipe the tip clean on your hair. It’s safe to say most of his bodily fluids have been either consumed or worn as a fashion accessory now. You nearly die of embarrassment showing up to a league meeting knowing you fucking reek of his piss. It gets him off when someone asks, “god what’s that smell?” Knowing it’s you, and watching you slowly back away from group. Even through all the precautions you take, having fresh clothes to change into in your backpack, he finds out pretty quickly and snags the clothes when you’re occupied with something else before going out.

“How else are people supposed to know you’re mine? You said you were game for anything, so. I don’t see why you’re making such a sour face when I’m just doing what you asked. Besides, your tits look great when they’re in a piss soaked shirt.” He quips while tucking himself back in, lightly slapping your face before offering the same hand to help you off your knees.

Over time, Dabi’s grown confident in himself and this newfound power dynamic. You’re his and his alone. He may let the other men in the group make their snide comments towards you, but at the end of the day you’re the one covered in his scent at all times. But of course, it’s not just the power, or the embarrassment, but most of all the act itself. He gets creative, searching for more ways to incorporate piss play more and more.

What would be the ultimate conquest than to go inside? He’s contemplated back and forth about this idea— the health consequences perhaps… he does care to a degree, but how good it’ll feel to possibly both of you (but especially him). His communication isn’t the best in your relationship. Most of these bursts of kink occur spontaneously. On a normal night, he’s got you in a mating press. Your legs are a little achy from staying like that for so long. The heat from his hands inadvertently climbing up in temperature from how rough he’s fucking you. That familiar sinister smirk peaks up from the corners of his mouth.

“ ‘want me to fill you up, baby?” He questions in a low husk. The vague wording skirting around your thoroughly fucked mind.

You nod, begging him with your voice breaking with each jolt of his hips, “please fucking fill me up, I need it so bad!”

“Hah.. you asked for it..”

A sudden warmth surges through your entire body. His mouth falls open, a long sigh drawls out from the depths of his scarred chest. Eyes flittering ever so slightly from the feeling of relief, losing focus but trying to maintain contact with you. You begin squirming beneath him. This isn’t right, this shouldn’t be happening— it’s taken too far, you’ve been pretty open to everything he’s asked to try, but this is something way out of your comfort zone, something that hadn’t ever been discussed before. Clammy palms hold you down and force you to be even more of just a warm receptacle. His other hand snakes its way to your clit, forcing involuntary spurts of your orgasm follow suit; and coupled with the hot constant stream, it forces you to cum harder around his pissing cock. You feel so full from the ridiculous amount he’s letting into you. It overflows and dampens the sheets beneath you, dripping in every possible nook and fold while soiling his legs.

“It feels… so warm. I feel… so full.” You breathe out as the initial shock wears off and twists into dumbed down euphoria. You’re already so warm to him, so inviting. A personal slut who loves milking his cock for his cum, and now his piss. It’s such a strange sensation but you’re instantly fixated on it, on him, him, only him, and everything about him. You cry out his name as he empties his bladder inside your throbbing pussy, singing praises and begging him to start moving again.

“You really like it that much, huh?” Dabi’s face lights up.

“Fuck yes! Please… fuck yes!! Please start moving, I wanna feel it more, please Dabi??” Your dumbed down brain can’t even fully form sentences anymore, just little begs like a lost puppy.

You’re both in such a vulnerable state even with him having the upper hand, he can’t help but give in to your cute little pleas. His hips snap against you at a harsh tempo; creating disgusting, sopping wet noises that compete with the volume of your moans as his piss sloshes around inside you to a disgusting degree. Dabi’s not sure how long he can even last in this state anymore as you’re now fully intentionally sucking his cock in and out, creating a tight silky friction that makes him feel like he could cum at any second now. Arms outreach to him—inviting to become even closer to your body more than ever; you grip the fluffy black locks as he fixes open mouth kisses around the corners of your lips. With hands now on either side of your head, gently caressing, he chokes out beautiful breathy moans that fan over the shell of your ear as he spills hot spurts of his seed inside your spent cunt.

When he pulls out, a mixture of piss and cum flow out of your abused pussy. The filthy sight of it nearly hardens him back up. He’s tempted to try and coax another round or two out of you, but right now you look thoroughly exhausted and completely drenched in sweat. So he does what all great boyfriends do, gently lifts you up and gets you to the tub to help clean you up of course, but not before pulling out his phone to take a couple pictures. You just look too delicious and ruined to not memorialize such a feat.

3am: Dabi sent a photo to the groupchat

“I told you I’m keeping this one all to myself, you fucking creeps.”

#tw.piss #tw.watersports #tw.humiliation #tw.dumbification #tw.dubcon #dabi x reader #touya x reader #tw.omorashi #tw.toxic relationship

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transwicky · 6 months

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Ollie and Wicky eloped.

Everyone feels offended and they think maybe the others got invited but the truth was nobody did.

They eloped winter break junior year, but everyone thinks they got married after graduating.

Until Bitty is stressing out planning his and Jack's wedding and Ollie is like "this is why we eloped junior year" and Bitty freezes and stares at him.

"Junior year?"

"yeah. My student visa was expiring for the year and we had plans to get married anyways, so Pace' suggested eloping earlier than planned so I could get a green card. Fuck, Tango was literally the only one there as our witness and to tell immigration "yeah they genuinely love each other, it's kinda gross how in love they are with the PDAs" so. We never had a real ceremony, just did paperwork for it. It helped that we were broke college students who had been dating since our freshman year."

Bitty is floored.

He texts the others asking if they knew.

They are all HORRIFIED to know they've been thinking the worst of Ollie and Wicky when the only person who went was the freshman that was the honest and genuine tadpole that Wicky pretty much adopted, and probably because there was no way immigration would not believe the kid.

Bitty hesitantly asks if they'd want a ceremony, and Ollie shrugs.

"it's not a big deal to me overall. I think it'd be nice, but I don't need one. I think Pacer would like it though, but his family is also kinda fucked up so I don't know for sure how he'd feel about it. I've offered though. He said no."

Bitty asks Tango.

"He and his cousin planned their weddings when they were eight, Bitty. He wants a ceremony. He doesn't need one, he knows that, but he wants one, he just doesn't want Ollie to think it's something he needs to do to like, prove they love each other or something. It's from the fucked up childhood. His mom was kinda stupid. Said weddings were proof that they love each other. So Wicky says no when Ollie offers 'cause he remembers that and doesn't want Ollie to feel like he has to do it as proof, because he already knows Ollie loves him. It's stupid. People are stupid. Why are people so stupid?"

"Good Lord, that's the million dollar question, Tango."

And so he talks things out with Tango.

Tango gets in touch with Wicky's cousin.

She gives him the old baby wedding planner they did as kids, and the one Wicky had started when he and Ollie first made plans to get married after graduation (the baby one was for cute little laughs at what 8 year old Wicky wanted, it wasn't actually what Tango asked her for. Nobody is complaining).

She sits Ollie down. Tells him what their moms told them as kids, and that Wicky will never tell him he wants a ceremony because of it, and especially since they're already married.

So Ollie has to finish planning things. They can have the ceremony on the day they actually got married ("Make it romantic! He'll love it!") And it can be in their backyard, even ("where doesn't matter, so long as the people you both care about are there!").

SMH is invited, that much is clear.

Bitty is Ollie's best man, Tango is Wicky's, because Ollie knows Wicky wouldn't want anyone else there unless it's Johnson (which is true).

But Johnson is allowed to wed people legally, they have no idea why, but he can, and Ollie knows Wicky would LOVE that.

The ceremony really is in the backyard, and it's covered in snow, and Wicky comes home from work to their friends and families over and holy shit Ollie did all of this?!

And his dad just grins, gives him the suit he got married in, and his own father got married in, and his father had married in, and Wicky is crying by the time he's standing with Ollie at the end of the aisle, with Tango as his best man, and Johnson is the one marrying them.

He whispers thank you before Johnson starts talking.

It's absolutely everything he could have wanted for their wedding.

#idk #its almost 6pm and I thought of this and had to get it out #enjoy #omgcp #ollie omeara #pacer wicks

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aballadforbarbatos · 1 year

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inspired by a hetalia piece of mine i found yesterday. this is actually lowkey kinda long i didn’t mean to do that

mc eating solomon’s cooking

you are hungry.

you KNEW you shouldn’t have turned down satan’s offer of lunch at hell’s kitchen but you were so exhausted and you mistakenly thought there would be food in the kitchen

you should’ve known better. smh.

someone needs to go shopping because there is only a stick of butter and an identified plastic container with something purple inside

not you tho you’re dirt poor. flat broke, even. pockets empty, wallet lined with dust

your stomach growls. your eyes dart between the unidentifiable substance and the stick of butter. the idea of eating butter makes you physically gag, so you turn to the container

the container has a note with “solomon’s” attached to it, and then a bigger note in belphie’s handwriting next to it

why are you clarifying it’s yours. everyone knows. nobody is taking it. WHY IS IT IN OUR FRIDGE

you’ve never actually had solomon’s cooking before

yeah there was that dinner where the pair of you cooked different dishes from the human world, but everyone was voicing their disapproval before you could try it, so you just didn’t.

it IS solomon’s though, so you decide to have a little. just a little. he won’t even notice that someone’s been into it.

pulling the container out of the fridge, you scoop a little bit into a bowl. it’s not quite as watery as you expected- in fact, it reminds you a little of mud. a deep purple mud with stuff inside.

hey, this is capsicum (bell pepper)! where’d he get this from? okay, now you have to try it- finding such difficult ingredients must mean it’s worth eating, right? right???

do you heat it up or just eat it cold… you decide you’re in the mood for a hot meal and open the microwave, shoving the substance inside

(“uh actually the house of lamentation doesn’t have a microwave” if u don’t think they’d get one because mc mentioned it once in a conversation you’re severely wrong)

pulling it out and now it’s bubbling. but like the bubbles are so slow in popping the surface because of how thick the purple stuff is

you lift your spoon. are you having second thoughts? coward behaviour. truly a wimp. you can jump in front of lucifer on a rampage but you behave like this in front of food? cowering before what could vaguely be described as soup?

apprehensively, you put the spoon in your mouth and swallow. if you spit it out you might stain the carpet

“oh.”

a pause.

“oh, what the fuck?!”

this is GOOD.

you slurp down the rest, now rather mad. everyone else was going on about how it was the worst thing they’d ever had, and you’d just believed them?! you are NEVER making that mistake again,

you moan embarrassingly loud. thank god nobody else is left in the house because how would you explain to them that solomon’s cooking is so amazing that you are involuntarily making noises

if it was just one person, you’d think they were just lying so they could have more for themselves. but it was everyone, which is probably why you were so convinced in the first place

lesson learnt; demons and angels have weak tastebuds, because you’re going back to the kitchen for seconds.

as the microwave heats up the bowl, your D.D.D. buzzes. it’s lucifer asking about your activities- you tell him you’re having a snack before studying

he says he didn’t know there was any food left in the house

you decide to ignore this last message because the microwave beeps and you go back to scarfing it down, sating your stomach and silencing its growls

“shit.”

“he won’t even notice it’s been eaten,” - you, about half an hour ago

IT’S ALL GONE?? HOW HAVE YOU EATEN THE WHOLE THING AND NOT EVEN NOTICED??

HOW ARE YOU GOING TO EXPLAIN THIS TO SOLOMON??

well you ate it all, so the least you can do is clean it, you suppose…

later that night, when everyone is back, and someone has gone shopping, solomon comes sauntering through the door and opens the fridge

“wh- who ate my soup? did you guys feed my cooking to the rats again?”

satan doesn’t look up from his book. “yeah, like anyone would eat YOUR cooking.”

you sink a little into your chair, suddenly becoming very interested in devilgram

“mc might tolerate your petty little comments, satan, but none of that changes the fact that there is no soup in this container that i specifically put in here. look, belphie even wrote a note!”

mc might- you stifle a laugh as your favourite cat fan scowls. asmo and mammon are not quite as successful as you. belphie stirs from his sleep, and mumbles something like “get it out of our fridge…”

solomon sighs. “i’m not mad, i just wanna know. mc?”

you don’t answer. maybe he’ll move on? yes? yes?

“hellooo? mc?”

no. okay, out with the truth then

“i ate it! i’m sorry, solomon! i got really hungry and there was seriously like no food left in the house, so it was between a stick of butter and your cooking, and i thought i’d take a risk, and i only wanted a little bit but it was so good and i accidentally ate the whole thing-”

you can feel your eyes welling up with tears at the thought of solomon getting mad- or even worse, being disappointed- at you. you cross your fingers and hope that he forgives you,

you totally miss the horrified and disgusted looks from the brothers. even belphie has properly woken up at this point to stare at you in disbelief

“well, mc, if that isn’t one of the most romantic things i’ve ever been told,”

what.exe

container forgotten, he comes around to your spot on the couch. puts a hand on your cheek and just pretends the others are not there

staring into his eyes helps you to drown out mammon, who knows how he’s doing it

uses his thumb to brush away your tears, there’s a small smirk on his face but would he really be solomon without it

he kisses you quickly and gently

when i tell you. the room goes into absolute UPROAR

mammon rips him away from you, that boy is dragging him away to who knows where in the house. belphie and satan are following, you suspect solomon is going to be taught a lesson he won’t forget

“if i cook more for you, i can have more kisses, right?” he calls out- mammon’s frown grows deeper

“okay!” you call back, your cheeks warm and a giddy smile on your face that simply just won’t go away

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nexility-sims · 1 month

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𝐍𝐎. 𝟐 (𝟐/𝟐) ❛ 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 ❜ | ZUYATL HOUSE, APRIL 1991

❧ 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 / 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 / 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 / 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭.

❛ Once the cake had been cut—always an elaborate act of skill and expertise that Olalla performed while her relatives oohed and ahhed—the party resumed its relaxed atmosphere of casual conversation. The night had a scheduled end, but it had gone well enough to ensure everyone would trickle out slowly, in pairs or one-by-one, well into the late hours. Matias ate his cake slowly, taking small bites even once everyone else had left the table to converse elsewhere. He had retired himself to a more comfortable chair in the corner when Arnaut, having just finished a winding conversation with Olalla about the cake, approached.

❧ i wish i hadn't had to split it up into two posts, but !!!! in any case. spent the entire time paranoid about mixing up the two mats here ksdfds name diversity is for schmucks smh

𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 & 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭 ↓

“Happy birthday, Papa,” he offered by way of greeting.

Matias, pulled from his thoughts, glanced up. “Thank you.”

“Wrong flavor cake?”

“What?”

Arnaut exhaled, not quite a sigh as much as a resignation. “It was a joke,” he offered, deflated. “You look disappointed, so.”

“Birthdays become bittersweet at a certain point.” Matias rarely regarded anyone with anything except soft openness, but Arnaut felt especially exposed as his father gazed up at him, adding, “Sit down. Let’s hear it.”

He chuckled, which was more of a self-deprecating delay than a sincere sign of amusement. “No poker face whatsoever, huh?”

Arnaut sank heavily into the other chair. This was a well-established routine, albeit one that had been subjected to the disembodiment of telephone calls until recently. Forty years on, Arnaut still wasn’t sure what tells always gave it away. Matias would have told him, had he asked, that it was easy to tell when untroubled minds were burdened. It wasn’t an indictment. Arnaut had always been easygoing, carefree, disturbed only in the fleeting way skipped stones did a lake’s surface. When he was truly beset by a problem, it was unmistakable. Liars did so naturally; for those accustomed to carrying burdens, it was the same.

“Zifar is very unhappy with me,” Arnaut huffed. “We've been arguing all week.” The particulars didn’t matter, so he restrained himself from launching into an extended complaint about the petty conflicts over filing systems and paper trails and forms of address for people whose jobs Arnaut hadn’t known existed until he was being asked to involve himself in them.

Matias crossed an ankle over his knee. “Well,” he began, pausing as if reasoning his way to a conclusion. “You know what they say about chiefs of staff: usually single-use, quick expiration date.”

Instead of a humoring chuckle, Arnaut stared at the tiles of the floor and insisted, “I can make it work. I just don’t know how yet.”

“Maybe it’s worth saying you don’t have to ‘make it work,’” Matias offered. “The idea, I believe, was that keeping him on could help with the transition. If that’s not the case—”

Arnaut imagined himself firing Zifar. He would enter his office and find him there already, laying out neatly typed briefings in colored-coded folders. It was a system Safya had devised nearly two decades earlier, and Zifar must have learned it when she hired him in 1981. It was difficult for Arnaut to appreciate. He wanted Zifar to just explain the highlights to him. He wanted him to condense five pages of summary, itself condensed from fifty or five hundred, into a couple minutes of easy listening. Better yet, he wanted simple the assurance Zifar would inform him on the fly—that he didn’t need to prepare or memorize anything because Zifar would be there, aiding him as they went, a ventriloquist of sorts. So, there would be something rich in interrupt him to explain this system was no longer necessary. Zifar and the collection of byzantine practices he represented would no longer be necessary.

The satisfaction of that imaginary scene made him feel guilty, and Armaut interrupted Matias as a reflexive response.

“He’s trying,” Arnaut insisted, raising a hand, all too eager to defend the man whose job he entertained imperiling moments before. “He’s doing everything right.”

Matias cocked his head to the side. “What’s the problem then?”

“I’m not there yet.”

It went without saying. With more effort, more time, perhaps more patience, Arnaut could learn the system. He could muddle his way through the processes and mechanisms that Safya had devised, or otherwise inherited herself, to make work manageable. Although lacking the power of the Crown itself, this office of theirs unfurled from Arnaut’s desk into various units and projects and employees, all connected to each other and the rest of the government in ways that boggled the mind. Some people were meant for bureaucracy. They thrived in it. Every day, evidence mounted that Arnaut was not among them. He was not the most devout but, if he had been, he would believe his divine role was to set Uspana back a century through his personal failings. That was a crushing notion—that Safya’s death was not just tragic in and of itself but rather because it was the first domino in a greater series of losses. It was this idea, or the fact that Arnaut couldn’t stomach it, which forced him to conclude he could change. There was no other option.

Matias had other ideas, although his primary concern in this moment was soothing his son’s nerves. He was floundering, already in need of a lifeline that didn’t appear to exist.

“It’s not a defeat to hire someone who meshes better,” he said, assuming Arnaut needed permission, perhaps simply in the tacit form of a gentle suggestion.

Arnaut was quiet, and Matias allowed the moment to extend as long as he needed. He watched Arnaut’s features, seeing the effort he put into thinking through the proposition. For some time, Arnaut furrowed his brow and chewed his lip, Matias observed this, and the party continued apace around them.

Finally, Arnaut said, “It would be, I think.”

Matias had suspicions, but he understood that it wasn’t a capricious or unreasonable position to take. More than that, he knew Arnaut was a person propelled by emotions, including a fierce sense of loyalty. His decisions, insofar as they rested on reason, were always doomed or fated to half-hearted execution if they weren’t underwritten by some kind of passion. Arnaut’s motivations were not abstract concepts or aspirational virtues. His motivations were flesh and blood; they had names and faces. It wasn’t hard for Matias to imagine what led Arnaut to believe he had to keep this way of doing things alive, even at the expense of himself.

“Stick it out then, if that’s what you believe is best,” Matias replied, his tone gentle and without judgment.

As Matias and Arnaut talked, Leonor was down the hall within the house, changing her clothes in a guest bathroom. She had shoved her gown into a garment bag, and now she stood in front of the mirror in her underwear. A pair of slacks and a tee shirt waited, stacked on a chair nearby. She turned this way and that, frowning. Earlier, Olalla had shoved a plate stacked with cake into her hands—thick icing, four layers, moist cake with a delightful crumb. Leonor praised it enthusiastically to distract her aunt from the fact that she had mostly mashed it with her fork and eaten just a single bite.

With a sigh, she hurriedly put on her clothes, ran her fingers through her hair, and threw the door open. She planned to leave discreetly, headed for a party whose start coincided with a respectable time to depart the family gathering. Matias wouldn’t mind. She assured herself that her grandfather understood her life was busy; he would be grateful she had stayed through dinner, and he would be grateful for the matching tie and pocket handkerchief she gifted him. Her mind wasn’t on him but rather on the time, unknown because she lacked a watch, as she hustled out of the bathroom.

“Are you leaving?”

Mateo’s voice startled her. Leonor scowled at him once she had recovered and whipped around to see him lingering in the hallway. She replied, “I have plans.”

Hoping that would suffice but knowing it never did, she began walking. Mateo, retorting, “But this is our plan,” followed her.

Leonor stopped abruptly, and Mateo stumbled to avoid running into her. She sighed.

“Can you give me a break?”

“You know what?” Mateo said, quickly walking around to face her. “No, I can’t. I need to talk to you, and you just walk off every time I see you.” He paused, frowning, then tacked on, “Which isn’t often, by the way.”

“You’re going to have to elaborate because I don’t—” Leonor stopped herself. She shook her head, then started walking once more. “Actually, no. I have to go, and I’m not going to get sucked into ... whatever this is with you.”

Still, Mateo followed her. “Why are you being like this?” he demanded.

He imagined himself to be on the verge of a sobering adult conversation, but Leonor heard everything he said in the cadence of a whining child. Needful. Their mother had called him that once, speaking to Leonor in an offhanded way as they did a task at home. Once, her mother’s willingness to talk to her like a friend had been a great source of pride for her. Safya would share little anecdotes and opinions as they kneaded dough or cleaned paintbrushes or put on their shoes for work. Being the oldest child, and being her quiet companion throughout the day, Leonor was allowed small glimpses into her mother’s relationship to others. That included her own siblings from time to time. Needful seemed to ring true. Leonor, perhaps twelve at the time, recalled in part when Mateo had been born. She was not quite five that year, which meant she had been old enough to be enthusiastic about there being a baby at home but too young to appreciate what it meant. Her earliest memory was exactly how needy her infant brother was. Greedy and demanding, he clung to their mother and ate up the time that belonged to Leonor. Even when he was asleep or in someone else’s arms, it felt like there was less of Safya left for her.

Leonor knew on some level that her mind had, as she grew older, magnified those emotions and deepened them. As a soon-to-be five year old, she hadn’t resented her brother. She didn’t know the word “needy”; she would have thought about the problem in terms like “mine” or “now” instead, self-centered and impatient as all little kids were inclined to be. Even that would have been momentary. Her mother’s kisses and attention blotted away the dissatisfaction. So, too, did pridefully carrying around this living baby doll—kissing his soft head, making him laugh, helping Safya hold his bottle. Nonetheless, that was what she magnified now, the idea that Mateo had not outgrown the clinginess of infanthood and that, in fact, her mother had understood this. It didn’t matter that Safya and Mateo maintained a special relationship—that she called him needful because she wanted him, needed one of her children, to need her.

Leonor and Gil each had an independent streak. For her, it was a product of responsibility. It could have been the people-eater in her, too. Not so with the middle child. Mateo and Safya were, in more ways than Leonor had ever cared to count, cut from the same cloth.

Mateo was willing to wait for an answer, and Leonor had scrunched her face up in a way that suggested she had one. Finally, she did respond to him.

“... I don’t know what you want from me,” she began. There was a callousness to how she said the words. There was no frustration. It was matter-of-fact, inarguably so. “I don’t want to be your mama, if that’s what you’re getting at. You don’t need me. I didn’t need anyone when I was your age. Time to grow up. Go drink some wine and dance with Aunt Prissy.”

Taken aback, Mateo blinked a few times before mouthing, “What ... ?

Leonor rolled her eyes. “You’re being childish,” she said, aiming to clarify. With a handwave, she added, “Hanging around. Interrogating me.”

Mateo’s disbelief was palpable, but Leonor remained unaffected. She could have addressed the truth head on. Like Beatriz, she knew what this conversation was supposed to be. She knew what Mateo wanted to say to her, and she knew that she wasn’t ready—wasn’t willing—to engage with it. When he did finally shake his head and speak again, she had already made up her mind to disregard him and resume her plans for the night.

“You’re my sister, Leonor,” he pleaded. It wasn’t meant to sound that way. He had hoped it would be a strong, persuasive statement. Instead, it came out as a quiet, wavering appeal. “I just want to feel like we’re family. I never see you anymore, and I don’t get it. I just feel like Mama would—”

Leonor cut him off, shrugging,“I don’t know what to tell you, Mat.”

She was walking again before he could devise another tack to take. Weaving around him, she called back, “It’s not that serious. I’m going to be late.”

TRANSCRIPT:

MATIAS | Birthdays become bittersweet at a certain point. Sit down. Let’s hear it. ARNAUT | [Chuckles] No poker face whatsoever, huh?

ARNAUT | Zifar is very unhappy with me. We’ve been arguing all week.

MATIAS | You know what they say about chiefs of staff: usually single-use, quick expiration date.

ARNAUT | I can make it work. I just don’t know how yet. MATIAS | Maybe it’s worth saying you don’t have to “make it work.” The idea, I believe, was that keeping him on could help with the transition. If that’s not the case—

ARNAUT | He’s trying. He’s doing everything right. MATIAS | What’s the problem, then? ARNAUT | I’m not there yet. MATIAS | It’s not a defeat to hire someone who meshes better.

ARNAUT | It would be, I think. MATIAS | Stick it out then, if that’s what you believe is best.

[Leonor sighs]

MATEO | Are you leaving?

LEONOR | I have plans.

MATEO | But this is our plan.

LEONOR | Can you give me a break? MATEO | You know what?

MATEO | No, I can’t. I need to talk to you, and you just walk off every time I see you—which isn’t often, by the way. LEONOR | You’re going to have to elaborate because I don’t—

LEONOR | Actually, no. I have to go, and I’m not going to get sucked into … whatever this is with you.

MATEO | Why are you being like this?

LEONOR | … I don’t know what you want from me. I don’t want to be your mama, if that’s what you’re getting at. You don’t need me. I didn’t need anyone when I was your age. Time to grow up. Go drink some wine and dance with Aunt Prissy.

MATEO | What … ? LEONOR | You’re being childish. Hanging around. Interrogating me.

MATEO | You’re my sister, Leonor. I just want to feel like we’re family. I never see you anymore, and I don’t get it. I just feel like Mama would— LEONOR | I don’t know what to tell you, Mat.

LEONOR | It’s not that serious. I’m going to be late.

#ts4 story #sims story #sims 4 story #royal sims #simblr #ts4 legacy #1992.story.post #1992.a1 #1992.e04

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bronx-bomber87 · 4 months

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Happy Monday Lovely fandom. Not a ton in these episodes for them. Gonna combine these two. Thank you for idea D ❤️ These are my least fav of the season. Not gonna lie whenever I reach the Simone eps in a rewatch I skip around her stuff LOL Never resonated with me. So it’s funny the first ep is called Simone and I won’t really be covering her much at all. Probably be a shorter one with some crumbs. Let’s get going though shall we?

4x19 Simone/4x20 Enervo

We start off with an actual bang. John and Lucy respond to a suspicious activity call. It's near a power station in Griffith Park. They find a bomb and get out just in time but not before they’re thrown to the ground by the blast. They get thrown pretty damn far and are fairly banged up. It's insane how much damage they took even clearing the building.

Tim shows up to the scene and does a worried husband look I love. Checking in on her by doing a once over once he makes it to them. Does a silent check in as he reports it’ll take 12 hours to fix the damaged power station. The silent check in is everything. Once again it’s the little things I cherish especially in low content episodes. It's subtle but noticeable once you know it's there. Trying to contain his concern with her all banged up. It’s ok love your wifey is fine hehe

I love these two shots for quite a few reasons. One you know I love the tall/smol shots. I wish I could put into words why I love it so very much. It’s just aesthetically pleasing is one of the reasons I suppose. All I know is I’m a sucker for it. Second how in-sync they are in their movements and how they mirror one another in the second one.

Third the lack of personal space. Especially in that first gif. Theme of this season I adore so much. Always that gravitational pull of theirs. Lastly look at them. They’re gorgeous just standing next to one another. Also it is unfair Lucy is covered in dirt and soot and looks amazing still. Not fair haha

Oh right there’s a SL too LOL Not me just gawking at them haha The feds show up because this is a terrorist attack. They ask Nolan and Lucy about what they remember about the bomb. Nolan of course is no help. Smh Lucy is able to describe little better for them. FBI says they’re taking over from here. Grey fights it since John and Lucy were almost killed discovering the bomb. Garza concedes and they’re able to work together on this one.

We rejoin our ship headed towards National Guard Armory. They’ve deduced this guys real target was this. Reason he shut down the power was to gain access inside there. They’re en-route to catch him. They find out he’s already on the move and they’ve gotta catch him. Which leads us to this car chase. First off let’s note Lucy getting to drive in this intense moment. It is more common these days for them. I just love seeing Tim trust her so implicitly nowadays. That this is new normal for them. *heart clutch*

Control freak in him has eased up quite a bit with her at least. Maybe not with anyone else LOL Once again it's the little things to love. The spurts of growth. They make me happy. Anyways dude stole a friggin Humvee so taking him down will not be easy. Nolan says they need to stop this guy. No shit John...What do you think the purpose of this chase is? To have fun at a high speeds in a shop for kicks?

Sometimes the words out of his mouth floor me..and not in a good way. Tim is using his military experience in this moment. (Yum) Explains why that’s not going to be easy. He’s basically encased himself in a mini tank. Their usual pit maneuver isn’t going to work on this guy. Nolan offering up another solution. I adore the silent communication and the look. That automatic instinct to check in with each other. I'll never be over it. I love watching them in the field so very much. Just a well oiled machine. Tim is considering Nolan’s suggestion then checking in with wifey before executing it. Love it.

Tim explains their plan to Nolan while Lucy listens in. Tim advices they both hit the doors. Tells them it has to be at the same time though. To avoid the wheels at all costs. Lucy needing to know the why of course. Asks why they can’t hit the tires? Tim explains they’ll die and be a cautionary tale for future rookies LOL Gotta love Lucy questioning why they can't in the middle of a high speed chase. I'm sure she wasn't expecting that to be his answer ha.

Her comment about her mom cracks me up. Anything to prove to her mother she’s wrong and she is right about being a cop. Her first thought not being she’ll die. No it’ll be about her mother being right about her career choice. Lmao Oh Lucy Chen I love you. Also I relate to this train of thought all too well sadly. I do love her saying they’ll be disgraced together. Be more married please.

Tim doesn’t even fight her on this thought. Lucy basically saying if I’m going down you’re coming with. Tim isn’t fighting her at all. His silence is saying lead the way. They’re in this together and I love that so very much. Being a literal ride or die right now in this moment.

I love me some crumbs in a low content ep. Also only they could banter during a high pressure situation and still get the job done. I love them so much. They are successful but find out the driver isn’t their guy but a decoy. Wah Wah.

They regroup at the station after their chase. Nolan asking Lucy if she got any sleep? She then calls out Tim for getting some. Not only does she call him out but nicknames him 'Sleeping beauty.' Looking directly at him the entire time. Making sure he know she is talking about him and only him. All aboard the flirt train Nolan is an unwilling participant in the matter haha

Such blatant flirty flirts. Tim fires back a sassy reply to her jab. Just openly flirting and doing heart eyes out in the open. Ain’t no thang this season lol Shoots back not to be jealous he was allowed to sleep and she hasn’t. Lucy’s reaction is the best. That fond exasperation they’ve had all season long. So used to her husband antics at this point but has to let him know she’s annoyed at him. Damnit I love them sfm.

They end up finding his base of operations. Lucy of course breaking the case. Cause she’s brilliant finds a word he’s written down by doing an etching off a wall he used. ‘Enervo’ Garza telling them it means 'To deprive of power.' John asks Tim what the military’s first target is? I love watching Tim flex his military background again. It’s sexy af. Seriously gets me hot and bothered *fans self* Tim and Lucy cracking this case right open. You’re welcome everyone haha That’s it for this one. Low content one since it was meant to launch rookie feds. Next one has even less so this is why we’re combining them.

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Side notes-Non Chenford

I do love when Nyla and Angela work together. Two bad ass woman just doing their jobs like confident BAMFS.

4x20 Enervo.

We find out he’s rented U-Haul’s and it’s going to take out the biggest roads with them. Crippling the city and killing thousands. They can't get a warrant right away to track them so everyone is in on the hunt. As always I love watching them in action in the field. That second gif their cop eyes have been activated. You can see them combing the street together. They’re so in-sync as they search the streets for one of the five U-Haul’s. I could go on and on about how much I love their work dynamic I really could. But I'll stop there ha

The trucks are divided up into states. Cause well that’s U-haul haha if you’ve ever driven one you’d know. Always got graphics or other states on them. One has already exploded unfortunately so they're down to 4 trucks that need to be found. Lucy and Tim spot ‘Florida’ and are in pursuit of it. I love how calm they look. They’re chasing down a bomb and look determined af. Like I said before well oiled machine. The gifs above represent that. They are poetry in motion in the field. What made 5x22 battle scene so epic. Was that on steroids ha

That’s kinda it for them in this one. I can add this last lovely gif of them in the field. Seeing how they move in motion together. It is impressive to see how in-sync they always are. Shared brain thing I love so much. I’m sorry there isn’t more. I mean it’s not my fault but I’m still sorry LOL

We shouldn’t hit this again. Even the light one in S5 is really good and would fill a review well so this will be the last scant ep for them. Probably won’t combine them again ha

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Smitty reporting in he got ‘Utah’ Grey being ecstatic and saying he took back every negative thing ever said about him. Poor Smitty is all sad ‘You’ve said negative things about me?’ LMAO

Thank you as always for those who like, comment and reblog these reviews. You’re all amazing and I appreciate you more than you’ll ever know. Shall see you all in 4x21 :)

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jojo-schmo · 2 months

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Jojo nooo your metadede is not cringe whatsoever!! It's the evil Jojo just getting to you, it happens sometimes smh One thing I will admit is that I go to your blog every day for your art, whether it be metadede or anything else <33

Keep doing what you do and don't let anyone stop you >:)

That's very kind of you to say!! Gosh, I really appreciate that you like my work enough to visit so often! I needed to hear something like this, so thank you <3

I don't know.... I'm feeling a lot better now, but I definitely made up this insecurity about drawing certain things like metadede in my head. There were posts circulating a while back (and I don't remember the exact ones so this isn't directed at anyone) about how tiring it is to see mischaracterized characters or too much art of popular ships with metadede as one of the examples.

A valid opinion! It can be frustrating to curate one's own feed to a particular interest/opinion/headcanon and not see anything new for a long time. Or hold an opinion that's different than what appears to be the majority of the fanbase, and not get any interaction with it- or worse, have people telling them that their opinion is just straight up wrong (which isn't true! Kirby is special because it's so up to interpretation that I think it's really wonderful to see everyone's different worlds filled with different character stories and creative ideas!!)

So reading some of those discussions on different social media, I made myself self-conscious by thinking I was contributing to some kind of problem by sharing my art. For the first time in years, I thought I was creating and sharing "cringe" content and I should be ashamed for some reason.

After some time to process it, I realized that as long as I tag my work and don't try to shove it into circles that don't want to see it, it's not hurting anyone!

All I'm trying to do on here is the best I can. I want to come home from my 8-5 office job and spend the little free time I have making something that brings me joy and fulfillment to make. I love exploring character interactions and "what if" scenarios and sometimes just plain old sugary sweet fluff. And it won't be everyone's cup of tea so I'll keep doing my best to tag accordingly and if I ever miss a tag, lemme know so I can fix it. :)

So yes. I'm feeling much better and will continue to gently offer my work in my little corner of the internet here- and whoever wants to see can come and go as they please. I'm just glad to keep the lovely company I have now. <3

#onward! I shall continue drawing what I can!!#ask #jojo rambles #metadede related content

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swansongofalyre · 8 days

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thank u to hozier for writing this song just for my book. spoilers for my book, the musical hadestown, and several millennia of greek myth:

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imagine being loved by him, smh

true story: I was at a performance of hadestown a few years ago, there was a woman in the audience who clearly did not know how the story ended, because when orpheus turned around, she GASPED so loudly that the entire theatre could hear (I was up in a box very far away from her), and you could still hear her sobbing through the end of the curtain call, after "we raise our cups," after people started leaving their seats. I think about this at least once a week. it was such a funny and bittersweet moment. funny because everyone else in the audience knew what was coming, and it's rare that the ending takes someone that much by surprise. bittersweet because she was SO devastated (understandably), I think it's beautiful that the story and the cast were so deeply moving to her. I hope she is doing okay now!

anyway, some book things:

if you have been DYING to preorder my book but have been waiting for the right opportunity, barnes & noble is having a 25% off sale today on all preorders with code PREORDER25. you do have to sign up for their free membership, but in return you can save up to ones of dollars on my book.

as you can see from the video, I've gotten my advance reader copies, which I immediately used to create the world's most amateur stop-motion video. if anyone is interested in reviewing an early (free) copy, please let me know and I can send you one in the mail!

if you have no idea book what I'm on about, more info is here. in sum, I wrote a book that offers a modern perspective on the Greek myth of Eurydice and Orpheus through the eyes of a Korean-American woman who uses storytelling to try to connect with her brother and understand her family history. it's like a light beach read, only with a few details changed.

#eurydice #orpheus #memento mori #hozier #hadestown #arc #bookblr #writeblr #novel #greek mythology #Instagram

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singsweetmelodies · 11 months

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hullo everyone 👋❤️ it's me again, hi, and i'm back with yet another too-long, probably too-sentimental post. this one is also about a f1 rpf milestone of mine, because of course it is, but this time it's about YOU as well.

allow me to set the scene a little first: a few weeks ago, i was double-checking the date on my first ever f1 rpf fic so i could make my sappy "i can't believe it's been a year you guys" post at the right time. i was going through my AO3 stats, and in so doing i happened to glance over at my little user subscriptions count - and proceeded to nearly fall out of my seat, because that counter was at 98. WHAT.

now, i'm not usually the kind of person who makes a big deal about amounts of followers, or whatnot. that's not really why i'm in fandom. but there is one exception, and that exception is: AO3 user subscriptions. because an AO3 user subscription is like... you're pretty much saying "i like this person's writing so much that i want to get a fucking EMAIL when they post a new work." to me, that's one of the biggest compliments ever. (maybe it's just because i personally am very stingy about my AO3 user subscriptions, lmao - i think i have about twelve, currently, if it's even that much. so the fact that 98 of you liked my writing enough to want that? and it's only barely been a year since i posted my first fic to this account? that blew my fucking mind, in the best way ever.)

i remember thinking to myself, "ohhh, if i get a few more in a couple of months' time, i need to do a phoebe and have some sort of a fic giveaway to celebrate the big 100 <333"

well, today i checked again, and there are a hundred and seven user subscriptions to my AO3. a hundred and seven. and THAT is just... well fuck me, i don't think i even have the words to express how much that means to me. over a hundred of you ACTUALLY LIKE MY WRITING THAT MUCH??? i can't quite reconcile it in my head, but... it means everything. it really does. i am so, so honoured - and also mildly teary-eyed, and definitely about to say a whole bunch of way-too-sappy things. this fandom is just so incredible, and supportive, and... AAAHHH, i love you all so so much. thank you so much for loving me back ❤️❤️❤️ unlike the monaco gp and charles SORRY, i had to do it. ouch. i had to 🥲🙈❤️

anyways! i did promise a fic giveaway, even if it was just to myself, so GIVEAWAY TIME IT IS!! you have all given me so much - endless support, smiles and love - so this is me officially opening up my writing folder to give something back to you, in turn ❤️

how this is going to work is:

step 1: you have to interact with this post in some way. (and by that i mean either reblog or comment, not just a like. it doesn't have to be a complicated comment or anything - just a ❤️, if you want. but just something so i know you're not a bot, lmao.) you have until Friday the 23rd of June - which is to say, 16 days from now. yes, sixteen. of COURSE. <3

step 2: i collect the names/URLs of everyone who interacted, and put them into a random name picker thingy. i will then use that to - randomly! - pick a P1, P2 and P3. (the emphasis on "random" is because I KNOW there are going to be some of my friends accusing me of fixing the results. I'M NOT GOING TO, GUYS. smh smh smh. it's going to be completely random, i swear it on my honour as a piarles shipper. 🙏)

step 3: PRIZES 😍🏆

for P1, what i'm offering is the following: an afternoon of unlimited access to the entirety of my WIP folder (including longfics, snippets, ideas and dreams and everything in various states of completion.) you then get to choose any WIP/snippet/idea you like the most, and i will write that in full and dedicate it to you. <3

for P2: also an afternoon of access to my WIPs folder, but excluding the longfic ideas - because i love you guys, i do, but i'm only human. i can't write all my longfic ideas at once, much as i wish i could 😅 bar longfics, though, everything else is on the table - you get to go through it all and pick whatever you like the most, and it'll be yours.

and for P3: pretty much the same as P2 - your choice of whichever of WIP idea (bar longfics) that you like the most, fully written and dedicated to you :D

why am i doing it like this and not offering a "prompt me whatever you'd like" type thing? well, if you really want, i can do that. the thing is just - i have way, WAY too many WIP ideas, and i'll probably never get to writing even a quarter of them if i don't give myself some form of accountability. and i feel pretty safe in saying i have enough WIP ideas that there's probably something in there for everyone. so it's a two birds one stone type of thing - a gift fic for you, and assurance that i will actually write at least some of my WIP ideas for me. (also idk about you, but i always adore hearing about other writers' ideas and seeing the ways their brains work 👀)

if you guys would prefer a prompt thing, though, then we can absolutely do it like that too! after all, at the end of the day, this is for you. i want you to like it, and think it's a cool idea, and celebrate this one with me <333

because this is, from the bottom of my heart, a thank you. thank you to each and every one of you who hit that "subscribe" button on AO3, and helped me reach a fandom milestone i didn't think i would achieve for a long while yet. thank you for the endless support and enthusiasm and love. thank you, thank you, thank you. and i love you all ❤️❤️❤️

#katie's 100+ celebration #aka; area woman has a breakdown over emails; but in a good way for once #LMAO #in all seriousness though... thank you all SO so much for this #i am beyond touched and honoured #just. ❤️❤️❤️ @ you all

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OK so idk if I posted it here before, but I had an idea for an mha animatic for Work This Body by WALK THE MOON for Izuku Midoriya (BC idk, that song just screams "Deku" to me-)

Anyways I'm gonna post it here now cuz I hope to draw the frames soon (I have no idea how to animate whatsoever- does that mean I'm gonna give up tho? No. I'll animate it on freaking flipnote on my old DSi if I have to, I will make this animatic so help me-)

So yeah, scroll past if you don't rlly care/aren't interested, but if you are I'm gonna put my ideas for the frame-by-frame (sort of) under the cut:

OK SO! *claps hands* these blorbo thoughts have been marinating in my brain for so long, bro (/gn), you have no idea...

OK so beginning context:

In my au, Uraraka is pan, Izuku is bi, the "Toshi" mentioned in the animatic notes is one of their future kids who eventually inherits OFA. With the context out of the way, IDEA FOR THE ANIMATIC!!!

Piano at the beginning: a couple scenes of the beginning of MHA just as, like a refresher (like maybe a short flash of baby Deku and a look at the sludge monster incident briefly) and title screen

"It was a strange place and a tender age": Izuku standing in front of All Might after the sludge monster incident, All Might offers to help make Izuku a hero.

"I was just a babe in school": shows Izuku happy at All Might's offer and crying, he's still in his middle school uniform.

"Saw them roll their eyes at me": shows Bakugo walking by, glaring in disgust at Deku as he passes.

"Every time that I thought that I was cool": Izuku taking notes.

"Well uh God knows I was no chosen one": Izuku looking at the littered beach.

"That just wasn't my prime": Izuku struggling to move the fridge on the beach.

"Yeah it's just a matter of time, honey, it's just a matter of time": Izuku standing on a clean beach as All Might hands him his hair.

"And I will work this body": Izuku during the entrance exam.

"I will burn this flame": Izuku talking to Shoto at the sports festival.

"Oh in the dead of night and in the pouring rain": Izuku training outside at night in the rain, practicing his kicks.

"Yeah I'm a workaholic": Deku doing Sit ups.

"And I swear I swear": Deku punching and kicking the punching bag.

"Yeah, one day I will beat you fair and square": Deku pausing, sweating, to look at a picture of Bakugo for motivation.

"Show me what you got!": Deku training with All Might.

"Work this body on the floor": Izuku during one of the training exercises, swinging through the air on Black Whip.

"Who do you think you are?": Bakugo watching the same training exercise knowing the form is the same as when he uses his Howitzer.

"C'mon, meet me on the court!": Izuku and Bakugo fighting at night.

"Que ferais-tu? Putain, je ne sais pas!": Izuku and Bakugo working together to save Katsuma and Mahoro from Nine.

"It ain't a matter of 'if', honey": Bakugo being stabbed through the stomach by Shigaraki with that weird tentacle thing.

"It's just a matter of when": a picture of a goodbye note on Deku's hospital bed saying he's running away and he can't risk everyone else getting hurt since the LOV is only after One for All.

"On some Sunday": runaway Vigilante Izuku arc dirty, dusty-ass lookin costume.

"When it's my face in the newspaper again": the news outlets on TV covering the 'new vigilante on the scene' (the very dirty broccoli boi who thinks he can do everything himself smh /lh /aff).

"All the rag magazines": 1A bringing him back.

"Black limousines": Uraraka on the rooftop with a megaphone.

"They'll be gettin in line": Deku training for the big fight.

"Yeah it's just a matter of time, honey, it's just a matter of time.": Deku kicking Shigaraki's ass.

"And I will work this body": second year Deku and Bakugo sparring.

"I will burn this flame!": Izuku playing Uno with his friends and classmates.

"Oh in the dead of night and in the pouring rain": Izuku lightly splashes Bakugo with ocean water and he splashes him back hard.

"Yeah I'm a workaholic": Izuku studying.

"And I swear I swear": Izuku and his friends graduating.

"Yeah!": they throw their caps.

"One day I will beat you fair and square!": Deku talking to Bakugo out on patrol.

"Show me what you got!": Izuku saving civilians trapped in a building.

"Work this body on the floor": adult Izuku and Bakugo sparring.

"Who do you think you are?": Deku on the news.

"C'mon meet me on the court!": Izuku getting interviewed.

"Que ferais-tu? Putain, je ne sais pas!": Bakugo predicting Deku's gonna win the hero rankings #1 and giving him a noogie.

"Ne vien pas plurer": The announcement for the new hero rankings.

"Ver moi….": Izuku is named the new number 1.

Instrumental interlude: Izuku doing great things as the Symbol of Hope and new number 1 hero and past class A celebrating for their friend.

The piano flourish at the end of the instrumental: a pause, seeing Izuku hold his oldest son for the first time with Ochako handing baby Toshi (their firstborn) to him.

"And I will work this body": Izuku showing Toshi (10, quirkless) how to defend himself.

"I will burn this flame": Izuku coaching his son (still 10) as he struggles with push ups push ups.

"Oh in the dead of night and in the pouring rain": Toshi, 14, going for a run at night in the pouring rain

"Yeah I'm a workaholic": Izuku cheering on his son as he does one handed push ups.

"And I swear I swear": Izuku handing Toshi a piece of his hair like 'you are ready'.

"Yeah, one day I will beat you fair and square": Izuku ruffling Toshi's hair as he sends him off to his first day at UA.

"And I will work this body": Toshi training his ass off.

"I will burn this flame": Toshi talking to the vestiges, mainly second, about what they did that helped.

"Oh in the dead of night": Toshi taking notes and strategizing how to be better.

"And in the pouring rain": Toshi running up a hill with weights in the snow.

"Yeah I'm a workaholic and I swear I swear": Toshi beating the crap out of a punching bag while training.

"Yeah, one day I will beat you fair and square": Toshi beating his dad (Izuku) at sparring.

" YEAH!": Toshi at, like, 24, in his hero suit with one arm up.

#tw cussing #cw cussing #tw cursing #cw cursing #← it's in French tho so I don't rlly understand #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha animatic idea #bnha animatic idea #mha spoilers #bnha spoilers #mha au #bnha au #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #izuocha #← in case anyone has that tag blocked and/or don't wanna see it

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Summertime

Please note that this explicit story was written by an adult, for adults. If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact.

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Pronouns: they/them (anatomy: AFAB).

Requested by: no one really. I got the idea from the lyrics to summertime. Really far fetched and not at all what the lyrics really say, but it’s what my silly little brain came up with. I can’t even try to explain it, lol.

Summary: Gerard and (y/n) meets in the most unexpected way. They’re both at the beach and Gerard has been checking (y/n) out, and by chance and an accident they end up getting to know each other from there. (I suck at writing summaries, lol. Just know there will be smut.)

A/n: Sorry this is so long. I just don’t know where to stop. Smh. But I wanted to do something different from what I usually do where I just end the fic by the characters falling asleep so I hope you enjoy it. Spoiler alert; I tried writing smut again. It’s still find it super hard, and I’m struggling. But I’m thinking, to get better I’ll have to practise. And as per usual, and constructive criticism anyone has to offer is very appreciated. Also, I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but as you’ve maybe seen if you’ve read something else I’ve written, I write Gerard with they/them pronouns. I also try to write the reader with they/them pronouns. This is tricky. Sorry if it’s a little clunky at places. And sorry if I’ve messed up at some point.

(Y/n) sat in their car with the windows rolled down, trying to catch a breeze in the sweltering heat. The AC had long since broken down, but the beat-up speakers still blasted their favourite record, prompting them to belt out the lyrics between sips of water. After working all summer, they were thrilled to see the sun and spend the day with friends at the beach. As they pulled into the parking lot, they spotted their friends unpacking coolers, towels, and blankets. Excitement bubbled up as their friends waved, beckoning them over. Within moments, they had gathered all their gear and set off for the beach.

Once they had set up their spot on the warm sand, (Y/n) settled in to soak up the sun. While some of their friends sipped cold beers, (Y/n) opted for a Coke and decided to stay sober. They talked and laughed at silly little inside jokes, just having a good time. Some of them were old friends, and some of them were friends partners. A good mix of fun-loving people just enjoying a beautiful summer day. (Y/n) decided to read for a bit, wanting to catch up on the book that had been laying on their nightstand for most of the summer. Reading had been put on the back burner in favour of long, sweaty days at work. As they dove into the pages, someone walked past their group several times, but (y/n) remained oblivious to the stranger's presence. It wasn't until their friends mentioned the person's repeated glances in (Y/n)'s direction that they even noticed them at all.

As lunchtime approached, the group gathered around the coolers, sharing salads, fresh fruit, and sandwiches. (Y/n) marvelled at the spread and helped themselves to a little bit of everything, savouring the delicious flavours. While most of their friends sipped on alcoholic beverages, (Y/n) stayed sober. During the meal, Maddie discreetly pointed out a stranger who had been passing by their group several times. (Y/n) looked in the direction Maddie was indicating, but they had no idea who the person was. “I think they might be checking you out?” Maddie suggested with a friendly wink (y/n)s way. (Y/n) looked after the stranger. “Surely not?” (Y/n) answered with a laugh. They shook their head lightly. They looked at the stranger walking further away towards another blanket and some other people. The people seemed quite drunk, like they were properly enjoying themselves. The stranger sat down with them. Despite trying to refocus on the conversation with their friends, (Y/n) couldn't shake the thought of the pretty stranger from their mind.

The day flew by in a flurry of conversations, laughter, and dips in the lake to cool off. (Y/n) couldn't help but notice the stranger passing by their group repeatedly, seemingly without purpose. With each pass, (Y/n) caught a better glimpse of the stranger's features - their dark, curly hair cascading around their shoulders, their sunglasses obscuring their eyes, but they had a very pretty face. Quite pale for middle of the summer. But then again, maybe they worked inside too. “I swear to god, they’re checking you out (y/n)” Maddie said to (y/n) with a smirk. “Are you sure?” (Y/n) replied skeptically. “Why would they have walked by this specific point of the beach, like, a million times at this point?” Maddie countered. (Y/n) chuckled. “What if they’re checking you out?” (Y/n) countered. “As many times as they have walked by they would have seen me kissing my partner by now.” (Y/n) nodded. “True. That’s a valid point”. They soon lost track of that conversation, and got engaged in some other topic, a newly released record.

As the day wore on, the temperature started to drop, but the group remained in high spirits. Some of them had clearly had more than others to drink, but everyone had had a drink or two. The stranger passed by once more. "Hey, you!" Maddie's partner called out to them. The sudden shout startled the stranger, causing them to misstep and yelp in pain as they fell to the ground. Without thinking, (y/n) rushed over to the stranger's side, wanting to make sure they were alright.

“Are you okay?” they asked, concerned by the sound they had heard. “I think so” the stranger said and nodded. (Y/n) reached out a hand for the stranger to help them get up. The grabbed (y/n)s hand with a thankful smile. Then they tried to stand up, and yelled again. “Are you sure you’re okay? Maybe you injured your foot?” (Y/n) asked, concerned. The stranger sighed. “That’s what I get” they said with a sigh. (Y/n) looked over at the strangers friends, further down the beach. They were louder and seemed drunker than before. (Y/n) looked the same way. “Here, let me help you up, try not to put your weight on the bad foot” they instructed the stranger. (Y/n) squatted down and took the strangers arm around their own shoulder, and then they dragged them up with them. They wobbled slightly, trying not to further their injury. “Okay, try to put it down now maybe?” (Y/n) suggested. They did as told, and winced. (Y/n) could see the grimace they pulled, even if their eyes were still hidden behind their sunglasses. “Ouch” they said with an awkward smile (y/n)s way. “Do you want me to take you to the hospital?” (Y/n) asked the stranger with a kind smile. “Ask for their name (y/n)!” Maddie yelled from her place at the blanket. (Y/n) turned around quickly and pulled an ugly face at Maddie. The stranger laughed and reached out their other hand for (y/n) to shake. “I’m Gerard. Nice to meet you. Wish the circumstances had been better though” they said, and (y/n) thought they could see a slight blush on their cheeks. “Nice to meet you, my name is (y/n)” (y/n) answered with a big smile. From further down the beach, they could hear Gerards friends cheering. The blush on Gerards face grew stronger, and it was at this point a fact. Gerard shook their head. “Sorry about them” they said softly. They tried to put their foot down again, as if they thought they’d be able to walk back to where they came from. And again, they yelped with pain. “Are you sure you don’t want me to take you to the hospital?” (Y/n) asked Gerard again. “Oh, no, it’s fine. I’ll just limp over there and wait until they sober up” Gerard said with a weak, pained smile. “Nonsense! I haven’t had a sip to drink, I’ll take you!” (Y/n) said, promising Gerard they were both sober and willing to help. “Are you sure it’s no trouble?” Gerard asked, making sure not to inconvenience the person they’d been checking out all day. “No trouble at all! Let me just grab my stuff, and we’ll get going!”

(Y/n) guided Gerard to their beach blanket where they carefully helped them sit down before gathering their belongings. Maddie fired questions at Gerard while (y/n) packed up, but they didn't eavesdrop. With a warm smile, (y/n) reached for Gerard's hand, and they both stood up. However, Gerard yelped in pain once more after putting both feet down on the sand. "(Y/n), maybe just the right foot?" they suggested. After trying again, (y/n) helped Gerard say goodbye to their friends before the two of them began their slow journey over to where Gerard's group was still gathered. The crowd played loud music from a speaker and were passing a joint and a bottle of rum between them. “Uh, hi guys” Gerard said with an awkward wave. “This is (y/n). They’re taking me to the hospital, because I’m an idiot and broke my fucking foot probably” they mumbled. The guys all laughed. “Way to go!” One of the guys said loudly, slightly slurring. “You’ll be stuck here ’til you sober up, so I’ll see you later, I guess” Gerard said with a laugh and a small smile. And so they slowly made their way to (y/n)s old, beat up car.

“Are you ready to go get that checked out, Gerard?” (Y/n) asked with a smile as they inserted the key into the ignition. Gerard nodded, and as they started the car, music immediately blared out. (Y/n) turned the volume down to a bearable level to continue their conversation. They gestured towards a pile of CDs lying on the passenger side floor. "You can choose any of them," (y/n) offered with a smile. Gerard reached over and started looking through the stack of CDs, eventually finding one they both liked. They exchanged the CD in the player for the one they had chosen, and the first song began to play. "This is one of my favorites," Gerard said, smiling.

(Y/n) had something on their mind, but they were hesitant to ask. They wanted to know if Gerard had been checking them out earlier, as they thought they had heard Maddie ask him about it, but they hadn't heard his answer. They knew Maddie must have gotten an answer, though. "I just have to stop for gas really quick," (y/n) explained, realizing they could text Maddie while Gerard wasn't paying attention. They pulled up to a gas pump at the station, got out of the car, and quickly texted Maddie."

“Hey, I overheard you ask Gerard if they were checking me out, but I didn't catch their answer. What did they say?” (Y/n) began pumping gas into the car. Soon enough, a text arrived. "OMG, yes, they were! Shoot your shot!" A quick glance at their phone gave (y/n) all the information they needed. They went into the store, bought two cokes, paid for the gas, and got back into the car with Gerard. "Here, I got you a coke," (y/n) said with a smile, handing one of the cold drinks to Gerard. "Oh, you really didn't have to, but thank you," Gerard replied, removing their sunglasses. For the first time, (y/n) could see their beautiful hazel eyes, glimmering in the sun. And once again, there was that faint tint of rose on Gerard's cheeks. "It's just a coke, don't sweat it," (y/n) said, winking at the beautiful person sitting beside them. Maybe it was worth it to shoot their shot after all.

Eventually, they arrived at the hospital. Just as they were about to drive up to the A&E, Gerard mustered the courage to ask what had been on their mind. "Do you want to come with me inside? This wasn't exactly the date I had in mind," they said, hesitantly. (Y/n) raised an eyebrow at them. ”Fuck. I’m sorry. I- uh-” Gerard muttered under their breath. "No, you know what? You've been so kind to me. You deserve to know the truth," they said. Gerard's face flushed with color. "I've been looking at you all day, and I wanted to ask you out. I just didn't have the guts. So, do you want to come with me to the hospital on the most unromantic, boring first date ever?" (Y/n) placed a hand on Gerard's hand and gazed into their eyes. "That would be great, Gerard," they said, offering a soft smile and trying to maintain eye contact. "I'll come around and help you out," they continued, getting out of the car and making their way around to Gerard's side. Together, they stumbled towards the A&E.

As they walked towards the hospital, Gerard couldn't shake off the embarrassment of the situation. They had been daydreaming about asking (y/n) out on a proper date, but now they were limping towards the A&E. Gerard felt their face heating up with a blush and (y/n) noticed. Concerned, they asked if Gerard was in a lot of pain. "No, it's not so bad. Thank you," Gerard replied with a weak smile. “I just feel so bad. I wanted to ask you out, and instead you ended up taking me to the hospital”. Gerard shook their head. “Don’t worry. Look at it from the bright side, we’ll probably have lots of time to get to know each other while we’re waiting” (y/n) responded with a kind smile.

And much like (y/n) predicted, they were met with a long wait once they arrived to the waiting room. It was Friday, early evening, and people were in much worse states than Gerard. They would be waiting quite a while before Gerard could see a doctor. They made the best of the situation, chatting as they waited. But as the hours passed, (y/n) could see that Gerards pain was worsening and that they were really struggling to keep up the good spirit. “Maybe you should have brought your friends’ bottle with you” (y/n) tried to joke to lighten the mood. “Yeah, a drink wouldn’t have been half bad. Even if that rum was positively disgusting” Gerard said and laughed. It was a sweet, contagious laugh. “I can go ask if I can get you some painkillers though?” (Y/n) offered. At first, Gerard refused, not wanting to cause (y/n) extra trouble. “Don’t worry, it’s no trouble at all” (y/n) assured them and got up.

(Y/n) returned a while later, with painkillers and an assortment of snacks and drinks from the vending machine they’d passed on their way to the waiting room. They handed Gerard the painkillers and put down the food and drinks on a chair between them. “I thought we could have a little picnic?” (Y/n) said with a soft smile Gerards way. Gerard lit up. They continued to talk and bond over the make-shift picnic as they waited. They talked about their respective lives, what they did, their interests, about their friends and families. Gerard couldn’t believe how much they had in common, and how easy conversation with (y/n) was going. (Y/n) felt the same way, and couldn’t help but notice how much they liked Gerards company.

Finally, efter what felt like forever, and in the middle of the night, Gerards name was finally called and they got to see a doctor. After a quick examination as well as an x-ray, it was determined that Gerards foot was broken. They’d need a cast, as well as crutches. (Y/n) stayed by Gerards side during the whole process. Distracting them from the pain, and keeping them company as they waited for the cast to dry enough to get out of the hospital.

Gerards mind was occupied as they walked back to (y/n)s car. As they got in, just before (y/n) was to start the car, they started talking. Gerard thanked (y/n) a few more times for taking them to the hospital, mentioning how their friends was probably still at the beach, drunk beyond belief. “I know this probably isn’t the best or most romantic timing, but I have to tell you, I really enjoyed spending time with you. And I think I like you.” (Y/n) looked at Gerard, smiling. They continued. “I’d love to take you out on a proper date, if you want to?” they asked. “I’d like that Gerard” (y/n) said with that sweet smile Gerard had come to adore. Before (y/n) dropped Gerard off at their place they exchanged numbers and made plans to meet up the following evening for Gerard to take (y/n) out on a proper date.

The next day, just after 7 pm, Gerard picked (y/n) up from their place, eager to give them the proper first date they deserved. No matter how weird the ‘date’ the day before had been, Gerard was, in some way, glad that they didn’t have to be nervous about taking (y/n) out, already knowing that they’d have a great time. Gerard found themselves speechless as (y/n) came outside. They looked absolutely stunning. Gerard gained their composure back and offered (y/n) a hug, but ended up dropping their crutches as they hugged (y/n). And as they bent down to retrieve them they almost fell on their face. “Here, let me get them” (y/n) offered kindly while Gerard stabilised themselves. “You look so beautiful” Gerard managed to say as (y/n) handed them their crutches. They thought they could see a slight blush on (y/n)s face. “Thank you. So do you” (y/n) answered with a sweet smile.

Gerard had made a last-minute reservation at an Italian restaurant in the older part of the city, hoping to impress (y/n). And also to properly thank them for their kindness and help. “Oh, I’ve always wanted to visit this place” (y/n) exclaimed happily as they closed in on the restaurant in question. They were greeted and sat down at a table by the window, complete with red-and-white tablecloth and candles. They enjoyed a delicious meal together, chatting and laughing as they got to know each other better. Gerard was attentive and charming throughout the dinner, making (y/n) feel special and appreciated. “A few friends of mine are playing a gig at a bar downtown later tonight, would you like to go check them out and have a few drinks?” Gerard asked (y/n) as their meals were coming to an end. “Oh, yeah, I’m dying for some live music” (y/n) agreed excitedly.

They took a cab down to the bar, which was located in the heart of the city's downtown area. The streets were bustling with people, and the sound of music could already be heard as they stepped out of the cab. They arrived at the bar and had to push their way through the crowded entrance. The inside was just as crowded, but they managed to find a small table near the stage where they could sit down.

Gerard's broken foot made it a little difficult for them to manoeuvre through the crowd, but they managed. Gerard took a seat at the table and (y/n) went to the bar to get them a few drinks. They ordered a shot and a (y/fav drink) each and made their way back to Gerard. They clinked their shot glasses together and downed the small drinks, smiling at each other as the music started to fill the air. The music was raw and energetic, and Gerard and (y/n) were both quickly drawn in by the power of it. They soon realised sitting down wasn’t really an option. They made their way into the crowd and let the music take over their bodies. Gerard's broken foot was forgotten as they both became lost in the moment. They laughed and cheered as the band played song after song, each one more intense and powerful than the last.

As the night wore on, the drinks continued to flow and they both became increasingly intoxicated. They were completely absorbed in the music and each other, completely caught up in the moment. They sang along to the songs, yelled out requests to the band, and danced wildly as the night wore on. Gerard had struggled a bit with their crutches, but the alcohol and their determination to have a good time made it work. The bar was packed, and it was clear that everyone was having a great time. Gerard and (y/n) danced close together, the energy between them palpable. The atmosphere was electric and (y/n) felt their heart beating faster every time Gerard leaned in close.

As the band played their final song, the crowd erupted into applause. Gerard and (y/n) were breathless, their bodies still humming with the energy of the music. Gerard reached into their pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, gesturing towards the door. "I need a smoke," they said, their voice a little rough from singing and shouting. "Want to come outside with me?" (Y/n) nodded eagerly, their heart beating a little faster at the prospect of being alone with Gerard outside. They made their way through the crowd, Gerard hopping along on their crutches, until they finally burst out into the cool night air.

Gerard leaned against the brick wall of the building, fumbling with their lighter. (Y/n) stood beside them, watching as they lit their cigarette and took a long drag. (Y/n) had never been a smoker, but something about the way they held the cigarette, the way the smoke curled around their face, made them feel strangely drawn to them. "Sorry about this," Gerard said, looking up at (y/n) through a haze of smoke. "I know it's not the best habit." (Y/n) just shrugged and said, "It's your body. You can do what you want with it. Honestly, it’s a great look on you. Attractive even” they admitted. Gerard's eyes widened in surprise, but then a slow grin spread across their face. "Is that so?" they said, taking another drag and exhaling the smoke carefully. "Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint you." Gerard grinned at them, their eyes lighting up with mischief, and (y/n) felt their heart skip a beat at the sight of them with the smoke curling around their face. "Want a drag?" Gerard offered, holding out the cigarette. (Y/n) shook their head, “I’m good. I don't mind watching you though.” Gerard took another drag, their eyes never leaving (y/n)s. The silence between them was electric, and (y/n) could feel the tension building.

Suddenly, Gerard stepped forward. They took (y/n) into their arms and pressed their lips to (y/n)s in a passionate kiss. (Y/n)s arms wrapped around Gerards neck as they melted into them. Gerard tasted like cigarettes and whiskey and something uniquely them, and (y/n) found themselves getting lost in the taste. Gerard's hand reached up and gently brushed (y/n)'s hair behind their ear as they deepened the kiss. They lost themselves in the moment, their bodies pressed close together as they kissed. (Y/n) felt a wave of emotion wash over them as they kissed Gerard, feeling like they had finally found something special. The kiss was slow and intense, and it seemed like time stood still. They broke apart only when they needed to catch their breath, their foreheads pressed together as they both gasped for air.

"We should get going. I want to be alone with you." (Y/n) stated with lust in their voice. Gerards heart raced with excitement. They wanted nothing more than to spend the night with (y/n), especially not after the electric kiss they’d just shared. But they were also nervous about the opportunity, not quite knowing how it would work with the casted foot. They really didn’t want to disappoint (y/n), but they also didn’t want to lead them on in case things didn’t work out they way Gerard wanted them to. "I'd love to come with you, but with this cast, things might be a little difficult," Gerard said, gesturing to their foot. (Y/n) smiled. “That’s okay. We’ll figure it out. Don’t worry” they said and took Gerards hand in their own.

They hailed a cab and climbed in the back, unable to resist the urge to touch and kiss. The cab driver cast a wary eye at them in the rearview mirror, but they paid him no mind as they became lost in each other once again. As the cab made its way through the city streets, (y/n) and Gerard explored each other's mouths and bodies with increasing fever. They were both completely caught up in the moment, the alcohol and adrenaline making their passion run wild. Gerard's hand reached up to tangle in (y/n)'s hair, pulling them even closer as (y/n)s arms found their way around Gerards neck. Finally, the cab pulled up outside of (y/n)'s apartment building. They reluctantly broke apart and stepped out of the cab, both feeling a little dazed and unsteady. They stumbled their way to the elevator, and soon found themselves in (y/n)'s apartment.

Once inside, they fell into each other's arms, the kiss becoming even more intense. They stumbled their way to the couch, Gerard on crutches and (y/n) leading the way, never breaking apart as they fell onto it. The room was a blur of hands and lips and bodies as they gave in to their desires, passion taking over completely.

"What happens now?" Gerard suddenly whispered, suddenly a bit nervous, despite their drunkenness. (Y/n) smiled and brushed a strand of hair from Gerards face. "I think we figure it out as we go along," they said, their voice filled with a mixture of excitement and a little bit of uncertainty. They just looked at each other for a few moments longer, both lost in thought. And then, as if by some unspoken agreement, they began to kiss once again, their passions rekindled as the kiss once again deepened. It was like if they couldn’t get enough of each other. Gerard's hand found its way up under (y/n)'s shirt, tracing circles on their skin. (Y/n) moaned softly, feeling a heat building between their legs. (Y/n) kissed Gerards throat, leaving marks as they went. They felt Gerard's cock pressing against them, and they could tell that this did things to Gerard, much as to themselves.

"Let's take this to the bedroom," (y/n) said, standing up and handing Gerard their crutches. They made their way to (y/n)'s bedroom, stumbling a little on the way. Gerard sat down on the bed, and (y/n) climbed onto their lap, straddling them. (Y/n) leaned down and kissed Gerard deeply, (y/n)s hands tangling in Gerards hair. Gerard's hands were on (y/n)s waist, pulling them closer, and (y/n) could feel Gerards erection pressing against them. "Take off your clothes," (y/n) whispered in Gerards ear. Gerard nodded, pulling off their shirt and unbuttoning their jeans. (Y/n) helped them, pulling off their pants and underwear, revealing their hard cock. They climbed off of Gerard, kneeling between their legs, and took Gerards cock in their mouth. Gerard groaned, their hands tangling in (y/n)s hair.

(Y/n) sucked slowly at first, taking Gerards entire length into their mouth, until they felt Gerards cock swelling in their mouth. They pulled back and licked the tip of their dick, before plunging down once again. Gerard moaned loudly, their hips bucking slightly as (y/n) continued to suck them off. "Oh my god" Gerard moaned. (Y/n) continued to suck them off while their hand continued to stroke them. (Y/n) swirled their tongue around the head of Gerards cock as they bobbed their head up and down. ”Oh, god. Fucking god” Gerard managed between moans. Gerard's breathing was heavy and fast, and they looked down at (y/n) with lust-filled eyes.

"You're so fucking beautiful," they breathed, reaching down to kiss them. (Y/n) made their way up to the bed, pushing Gerard backwards, flat on their back, and (y/n) got on top of them. Gerard wrapped their arms around (y/n) and pulled them close and hungrily kissed them. They looked up at (y/n) with a look of pure lust in their eyes. Gerard took a deep breath and sat up to get close to (y/n). They brushed their lips against (y/n)'s earlobe before kissing down their neck. (Y/n) let out a high-pitched moan at the sensation. Gerard kissed down their neck and collar bone down to the neckline of their shirt. ”Can I take this off?” Gerard asked (y/n) with a low voice. (Y/n) nodded and Gerard quickly pulled the shirt off, revealing (y/n)s bare chest. Gerard looked at (y/n)'s body. Their eyes wandered down their body, looking at every detail. The rest of (y/n)’s clothes were quickly and haphazardly discarded too, leaving them in nothing but underwear. Gerards hands roamed freely over (y/n)'s body, touching every inch of their skin. (Y/n) moaned into Gerards mouth, the sound muffled as Gerard's tongue pushed between (y/n)'s lips. Gerards fingers slid into (y/n)’s underwear, their fingertips brushing against (y/n)s clit. (Y/n) arched their back as Gerards fingers stroked against them.

"I want you," Gerard panted, pulling away from their kiss. ”I want you more than anything in the whole bloody world right now.” (Y/n) smiled at them. They were breathing heavily, their bodies flushed and heated, both feeling absolutely frenzied, so far from sober and sane, just desperate for each other. Gerard lifted themselves up on their elbows and stared at (y/n). "I want you too. I don’t care that we just met, I don’t care that we’re drunk. I just want you” (y/n) said with a smile. Gerard looked at them with adoration, their heart racing with desire. "Come here," Gerard said, pulling them close. (Y/n) crawled up on top of them, their bare skin sliding together in the process. Gerard wrapped their arms around (y/n) and pulled them close, kissing them deeply. (Y/n) moaned into their mouth, their hips grinding together as they kissed.

Gerard kissed down (y/n)s neck and chest, their hands roaming freely over (y/n)s naked body. They eventually took off (y/n)'s underwear. (Y/n) shuddered as Gerard touched them, the heat between their legs growing more intense. Gerard's hands moved further south, and they took one of (y/n)'s nipples into their mouth. They sucked gently at first, but soon their teeth grazed against it. (Y/n) let out a soft moan, their hips bucking against Gerards. Gerard took their time exploring (y/n)'s body, feeling their way down their stomach and between their legs. They rubbed (y/n)s clit and the moans (y/n) let out were exquisite. ”Gerard, I need you to fuck me, right now” (y/n) managed between moans. Gerard smiled wickedly, moving their fingers faster, rubbing their clit with their thumb. (Y/n) cried out and threw their head back, their body tensing up as they came around Gerards fingers. Gerard kept their fingers moving, rubbing slower circles around their clit. (Y/n)s hips bucked against Gerards hand as they rode out their orgasm, moaning loudly. Finally Gerards fingers slowed, and they removed their hand from between (y/n)’s legs.

Gerard's breathing was ragged, their head spinning. (Y/n) straddled Gerard, legs still a little shaky. They looked into each others eyes, and Gerard could see the lust in (y/n)s gaze. They moved their lips to (y/n)'s ear and whispered, "I want you. I need to feel you.” (Y/n) positioned themselves over Gerard and sank down on their hard cock. They moaned softly at the sensation, leaning down to kiss Gerard passionately as they fucked themselves on Gerards cock. "Fucking christ," Gerard groaned, holding onto (y/n) as they rode them. They could feel the pressure building in the pit of their stomach, the pleasure growing more and more intense. Gerard grabbed (y/n) by the thighs and pulled them tighter, increasing their thrusts as they felt the tension build. ”You feel so fucking perfect Gerard” (y/n) managed between moans and hitched breaths. Gerard groaned. Just the way (y/n) said their name was almost enough to tip them over the edge. "I'm gonna come, (y/n). If you keep doing that, I'll lose it." (Y/n) didn't listen, instead continuing to ride them. "Fucking god, that’s perfect" Gerard gasped, their head thrown back as they held onto (y/n) tight. Their pace quickened, until finally, Gerard came. It was a stunning sight, and (y/n) marvelled at the beautiful moans that tumbled from Gerards lips, along with curses and (y/n)s name. (Y/n) came with them, their climax hitting them hard and fast.

They collapsed down on top of Gerard, both panting as they recovered. (Y/n) lay still for a minute, catching their breath. Gerard lay there with a goofy grin on their face, looking at (y/n) and blinking slowly. (Y/n) kissed Gerards cheek softly and smiled at them. "That was amazing, you’re amazing" Gerard said, smiling. (Y/n) turned towards Gerard, and kissed them again before rolling off of them, falling next to them in the bed. Gerard rolled onto their side and propped themselves up on one elbow, looking at them for a moment. “Come here” they said softly, holding their arms open for Gerard to fall into. They did, and (y/n) wrapped their arms around them. They laid together in the afterglow. Gerard was still breathing heavily and (y/n) could feel their heartbeat through their chest. (Y/n) reached out to kiss Gerard. “You’re a dream” they whispered softly in Gerards ear. Gerard propped themselves up on their elbows. “So are you (y/n)” they said softly and kissed them before laying down again. They laid awake, just listening to each other breathe. Just being with each other seemed so natural. Gerard felt safe and warm and happy. They looked over at (y/n) and felt a surge of affection, realising they were falling for them.

Outside the sun was beginning to rise. Gerard realised this was probably the time to leave after a night of drunken sex. They looked over at (y/n) who was almost asleep. ”I don’t want to go” they said softly. (Y/n) looked at them and blinked slowly. ”You don’t have to,” they said softly while pulling the blankets up over them. ”Stay as long as you like”. And with that, they kissed Gerards cheek softly before smiling at them with tired eyes. Gerard watched them as they drifted off to sleep, smiling fondly at the sight. And even though the sun had risen and the room was bright, soon they too drifted off to sleep, arms wrapped around (y/n).

A few hours later, Gerard woke up. The bed was empty, and (y/n) was nowhere to be seen. They instantly panicked. Did (y/n) not want to see them again? Did they regret sleeping with them? They rubbed their eyes before looking at the clock on the nightstand. 1.45pm. Beside the clock stood a glass of water accompanied by two aspirins. Gerard smiled before washing down the pills with some water. They calmed down. Someone who didn’t want to see them again probably wouldn’t have left water and aspirins on the nightstand. They sat up, reaching for their clothes. They slowly put them on while reflecting on the past night, and wondering where (y/n) was now. After gathering their crutches they made their way to the bedroom door. As they opened it they were met with the smell of pancakes.

(Y/n) spotted them as they came towards the kitchen. ”Good morning, sleepyhead” they said with a kind smile. Gerard felt a warmth in their chest as (y/n) smiled at them. “Good morning” they mumbled softly back. (Y/n) kissed Gerards cheek softly. ”Are you hungry?” they asked. Gerard nodded. ”Well, have a seat, I’m done in just a moment” (y/n) said before hugging them. Gerard sat down and soon (y/n) placed a plate of pancakes and cup of coffee before them.

Gerard smiled, gratefully taking a sip of the hot coffee. (Y/n) sat down opposite of them. Gerard looked at them, smiling, before they took another sip from their mug. (Y/n) hummed quietly, looking at them. "How’s your head?” they asked Gerard. ”You told me it was hurting before”. Gerard chuckled. ”I can’t even recall that. But thank you for the aspirins. It’s much better now” they said with a soft smile (y/n)s way. They talked about the gig from the night before as they ate, trying to remember what songs they had played and discussing everything else. After finishing the last bite of their pancakes, (y/n) cleared their dishes and went to make some more coffee. Gerard watched them as they made their way around the kitchen. (Y/n) came back to the table with a fresh pot of coffee and filled their cups once again. Gerard smiled gratefully and took a sip. ”Coffee never has tasted better than when you’re a bit hung over” they said with a chuckle. They had been sitting there for an hour or so, and Gerard wasn't sure how long they should stay. They knew that they wanted to spend more time with (y/n), but they didn't want to overstay their welcome.

As Gerard and (y/n) drank their coffee, (y/n) suggested they take their cups and go out to the balcony. Gerard couldn't help but smile at the thought of sitting outside in the sun with (y/n). They made their way outside, Gerard hopping on their crutches and feeling the warmth of the sun on their face as they stepped outside. The balcony was small but cozy, with a few potted plants and a small table and chairs. (Y/n) took a seat and gestured for Gerard to sit down next to them. As they settled in, Gerard couldn't help but feel content. "I could get used to this," Gerard said, taking a sip of their coffee. (Y/n) chuckled. "Me too." They sat in silence for a few moments, enjoying the peacefulness. Gerard took a deep breath and looked out at the view of the city before pulling out their pack of cigarettes from their pocket. (Y/n) watched them carefully as they lit their cigarette and took a long first drag. (Y/n) couldn’t express why, but the view was just breathtaking. "You know, I don't really smoke anymore, but I really like it when you do," (y/n) said with a smile. Gerard chuckled. "I know. I can tell by the way you look at me."

They sat there for a while, enjoying the warm sun on their faces and the quiet morning. Gerard took a drag of their cigarette and exhaled slowly. (Y/n) could see that they looked worried. ”Is there something wrong?” (y/n) asked carefully. "I don't want to overstay my welcome. Would you like me to leave? Gerard asked quietly. (Y/n) looked at them, surprised. "What do you mean?" "I mean, I don't want to be that person who stays too long and makes you regret ever letting me stay over," Gerard explained, feeling a little embarrassed. (Y/n) reached out and put a hand on Gerard's arm. "Gerard, you could stay as long as you want. I don't want you to leave. I really enjoy your company." Gerard felt a warmth spread through their chest at (y/n)'s words. "Really?" they asked softly. "Really," (y/n) confirmed with a smile. Gerard smiled back, feeling relieved. They took another drag of their cigarette, feeling more relaxed than they had since they woke up. They sat there for a while longer, talking about their lives and interests. Gerard was still, even after spending some time with (y/n), surprised at how easy it was to talk to them, how they seemed to understand each other without having to say much.

”What do you want to do today?” Gerard asked after a moment of silence. (Y/n) thought for a moment. ”We could go for a walk in the park?” Gerard proposed. ”Are you sure that won’t be hard for you?” (y/n) asked with concern in their voice. Gerard just shook their head. ”Don’t worry (y/n). It’ll be fun, I promise”. Gerard leaned over the table to kiss (y/n)s cheek. ”Maybe we could get some ice cream? I’m craving something sweet” Gerard concluded. ”You’re sweet” (y/n) countered, taking Gerards hand in their own and squeezing it carefully.

They finished their coffees and went back inside. (Y/n) excused themselves to go get dressed and Gerard did the washing up from breakfast. (Y/n) returned to the kitchen in shorts and a white linen shirt. Gerard almost lost their breath as they saw (y/n). ”You look stunning” they said softly, reaching out to touch (y/n)s face and carefully moving a strand of hair that was hanging in front of their eyes. ”Okay, are you ready to go then?” Gerard asked them. (Y/n) nodded happily and put their sunglasses on, and so they left the apartment. Gerard, with their cast and crutches, took slow and careful steps. (Y/n) walked beside them, just happy to spend more time with them. The park was beautiful, with a large pond in the center and trees all around. As they walked, they talked about their favourite bands, books, and movies.

They reached a bench by the pond. ”Why don’t you sit down and rest for a moment?” (y/n) suggested. ”I’ll go get us some ice cream from the vendor just over there, I’ll be back in a moment.” Gerard gratefully sat down and watched as (y/n) walked towards the ice cream stand. They soon returned with two ice cream cones and handed one to Gerard. They sat close together on the bench, enjoying the warmth and the sun. Gerard pretended to yawn and stretch out, wrapping an arm around (y/n)s shoulder. (Y/n) let out a little laugh. ”Honey, that’s the oldest trick in the book” they said with a soft smile Gerards way. Gerard smiled brightly at (y/n), a warmth spreading in their chest from the affectionate nickname. ”Well it worked, didn’t it?” Gerard responded with a sweet smile. ”You don’t have to use tricks you know, you could just hold me” (y/n) said softly and kissed Gerards cheek before cuddling up closer to them. As they finished their ice cream and made their way back to (y/n)'s apartment, Gerard felt like they were floating on air.

They settled on the balcony again, wanting to make the most of the sunshine. (Y/n) moved their chair to sit next to Gerard, rather than opposite to them. They cuddled up together, Gerard holding (y/n) close. None of them really said anything, they just enjoyed each others company. Eventually, Gerard's stomach grumbled, reminding them that they had skipped lunch. “Sounds like you’re pretty hungry. Do you wanna order some food?” (Y/n) asked. Gerard nodded and smiled. “What kinda food do you like then? Italian obviously, but we had that yesterday”. Gerard thought for a moment. “Maybe thai? Or sushi?” They proposed. “Oh, yeah, definitely sushi” (y/n) agreed quickly, feeling like something cold and fresh would be perfect in the warm summer weather. As they sat on the balcony waiting for their food, Gerard couldn't help but think about how different this was from their usual Sundays. Normally they would be extremely hung over after out partying with their bandmates, but being here with (y/n) felt so much better. They felt like they had found something special and they didn't want to let it go.

(Y/n) set the table and brought a bottle of wine from the kitchen. They sipped on the wine as they waited for their food. When the sushi arrived, they eagerly dug in, savouring the taste of each piece. They talked and laughed, sharing stories about their lives and learning more about each other. The wine flowed freely, and they both felt warm and content. "I just wanted to say that I had a really great time with you last night," (y/n) said, turning to look at Gerard. "I know we were both pretty drunk, but I don't regret anything. I really like you, Gerard." Gerard felt a warmth spread through their chest at those words. They had been feeling the same way about (y/n) since they met at the beach, but hearing it from them made it feel even more real. "I really like you too, (y/n)," Gerard replied, taking their hand in their own. "I know it's crazy, but I feel like I've known you for ages. I feel so comfortable around you.” (Y/n) smiled and squeezed Gerard's hand. "I know what you mean," they said. "It's like we just clicked right away."

As they finished their meal, Gerard leaned over to kiss (y/n). It was a soft kiss, and when (y/n) looked at them, they looked a little sad. “What’s wrong honey?” They asked Gerard softly. “I just don’t want this evening to ever end” Gerard answered with a sigh. (Y/n) squeezed their hand. “I don’t either. I wish we could stay like this forever.” They said softly to Gerard. “I have work tomorrow though, so I really have to go home tonight” Gerard said sombrely. (Y/n) hugged them tightly. “That’s okay. You can come back whenever you want. I like having you here.” Reluctantly they both stood up. (Y/n) walked Gerard to the front door. “I’ll miss you” (y/n) said softly while rubbing their nose against Gerards. “I’ll miss you too. But I’ll see you soon again. I promise” they said before kissing (y/n) one last time before leaving.

That was the whole ordeal. Thank you so much for reading, especially if you made it to the end! I really hope you enjoyed it. And as per usual, if you have a request, please send it to me!

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