#and plus the style is just AHHHH

[luciality]

iggypan

[sad--tree]

need 2 go formal wear shopping at some point soonish. dread. :|

[pensthoughts]

Heyyyy……I was thinking about singing! Reader x big fan! Van…….. do y’all hear me tho??? Like vans at a concert of r, and r points at them, saying they’re cute. Like……AHHHH. And Van freaks out…..

fan behavior | v.p

summary: you, the singer of a small band spot a hot redhead in the front row. little do you know, she knows everything about you. pairing: superfan!van palmer x singer!reader word count: 2.7k

that morning

“lot, can you please come?”

van’s pacing the apartment in mismatched socks and a shirt she definitely slept in, phone tucked under her chin as she dodges the corner of the couch with practiced urgency. her voice borders on desperate. the way she gets about exactly three things: penalty kicks, good horror, and you.

lottie exhales, amused on the other end of the call. “you want me to stand in a pit of strangers because you’re unhealthily obsessed with a rockstar?”

“she’s not just a rockstar,” van snaps, defensive but also a little dreamy. “she writes lyrics like she’s whispering secrets to you. like—like you already lived it with her.”

“she wrote a song about pretending to fall asleep on someone’s shoulder so she could smell their shampoo.”

van’s entire face softens. “exactly. and don’t even get me started on that pool table one.”

lottie hums. “you know she’s probably not even gay, right?”

“she wrote a song called ‘tattoo her teeth on my thigh.’” van grabs her keys off the hook. “i’m not saying she’s gay, but i’m saying she’s not straight.”

“fine,” lottie groans. “pick me up at seven.”

van’s already on her way to shower. “i love you so much.”

“you love her. i’m just your plus-one to delusion.”

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at the concert

the venue is small, a low-slung converted theater with no seats, just a sea of restless bodies swaying in anticipation. the kind of place where the floor thrums with the bass before the first note’s even played. van swears she can feel the heartbeat of the room in her teeth.

she lets herself be tugged forward, lottie’s fingers laced through hers more out of necessity than affection, though there’s still comfort in it—familiar, grounding. the crowd is thick and humming, everyone pressed tight with elbows grazing and hair stuck to damp necks, and van can barely hear herself think over the chattering excitement.

but when they finally break through to the front—when van’s knuckles meet the cool of the barricade, and there’s nothing between her and the stage but a single breath of space—her whole body stills.

she grips the metal bar like she might float away.

lottie’s voice is dry in her ear. “you look like you just saw god.”

van doesn’t answer. her mouth is slightly open. the lighting crew is adjusting beams overhead, throwing warm light across the stage, and the shadows cast by the mic stand stretch long and crooked across the floorboards like something out of a dream.

she scans the stage like she’s trying to memorize it. there’s a setlist taped by the amp. she tilts her head, squints to read it. a song she knows by heart opens the night—never yours, the one that made her fall in love with your voice in the first place. she knows you usually open with that one, but seeing it spelled out, so close, so real, makes her stomach twist.

and then the lights drop.

the energy in the room fractures like lightning. a roar builds from the pit behind her, people bouncing on their toes, phones held high. van doesn’t move. she can’t.

you walk onto the stage without warning—no intro, no preamble. you just appear. effortless. composed. like you were always meant to be there.

you’re wearing black. not flashy, not styled within an inch of its life, just good—tailored, sleek, like it fits you better than skin. a silk button-up, half undone. boots that look worn-in but expensive. rings on your fingers, silver catching in the light.

van stares like it’s the first time she’s ever looked at a person properly.

and then you lift your hand, shielding your eyes as you glance toward the front.

your gaze catches on her instantly.

one beat. two.

the room might still be screaming, but van doesn’t hear any of it. all she can focus on is the way your expression shifts—the pause, the tilt of your head, the slow, crooked pull of your smile. your eyes flick down, and van wonders if you're clocking her shirt, her flushed face, the way she’s gripping the barricade like a lifeline. wonders if you can see how hard she’s trying not to completely short-circuit.

you don’t look away.

not at first.

when you finally do, it’s only to step toward the mic and say into it—low, easy, almost teasing—

“hi.”

van’s legs almost give out.

next to her, lottie says under her breath, “jesus christ.”

van just shakes her head slowly, too stunned to speak, eyes wide as if trying to absorb everything about you in the seconds between one song and the next.

she thinks, she saw me. she thinks, no one is going to believe this. she thinks, i'm never gonna forget this

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intermission

you’re breathless, wiping sweat from your neck with the hem of your shirt, pacing a little in the narrow hallway that smells like beer and fog machine residue. natalie plucks at her strings on a stool, chewing gum like she’s got nowhere better to be.

you say it before you can second-guess yourself.

“girl in the front row. red hair. black tank. big eyes.”

natalie looks up, amused. “that was descriptive.”

“she’s… i don’t know. she locked in on me right away. like, really locked in. i kept looking back without meaning to.”

“ah,” natalie says, smirking now. “one of those.”

“i’m serious.”

“i know you are. that’s what makes it fun.”

you hesitate. “you think it’d be weird if i called her out? like—during a song?”

natalie shrugs. “you’ve serenaded people mid-show for less.”

“she just looks like someone i should’ve already met. like someone who would’ve ruined my life in high school, in the best way.”

natalie laughs, full-throated. “okay, poet.”

you glance at her, half-smiling.

“you could always ask her to come backstage,” nat says, casual. “might blow her mind. you are the reason this place is sold out.”

you press your tongue to the inside of your cheek.

natalie adds, “make sure you invite the tall one too. the one standing next to her. she's really hot.”

you laugh softly. then you turn back toward the stage as the house lights flicker.

“she looked nervous when i smiled at her,” you murmur. “but not in a bad way. like she was trying to hide that she was shaking.”

natalie slings her guitar over her shoulder. “then she’s probably already in love with you.”

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concert: the second half

the lights dim again after intermission, and the air inside the venue shifts. the energy—restless before—feels electric now. van can barely breathe. the whole time you were offstage, she kept replaying your eyes meeting hers, rewinding the memory like it might slip through her fingers if she didn’t hold it tight enough. even lottie had to wave a hand in front of her face and say, “earth to van,” when she went quiet for too long.

but then you’re back.

you stride onto the stage like it’s nothing—like the moment didn’t happen, like you didn’t just single her out in a sea of people—but the second van sees you, she knows it did. there’s a glint in your eye that wasn’t there before. a sharper kind of mischief in your smile.

the next few songs blur together. van knows every word, has sung these lyrics under her breath a hundred times alone in her bedroom, but right now they slip through her like smoke. all she can focus on is the way you move, the subtle drag of your fingers along the mic stand, the ease with which you carry the entire room like it weighs nothing at all.

and then—

then comes that song.

the tempo dips, something sultry and slow, drums deep like a heartbeat. van feels it in her chest, low and vibrating. you take a step forward, closer to the edge of the stage. closer to her.

the spotlight’s warm on your skin, and your voice drops to a hush for just one line—

“there’s a girl in the front row with stars in her eyes.”

and you point.

directly at her.

the crowd erupts. a thousand voices scream and cheer and whistle—but van hears none of it. she’s frozen, her breath caught somewhere between her ribs and her throat, because you’re looking at her again, really looking this time. your smile flickers wider. you wink—slow, deliberate, a little cocky—and van nearly melts through the barricade.

lottie claps a hand on her shoulder, half-laughing, half-screaming, “that was about you, idiot!”

van’s ears are ringing but not from the music. her whole body is buzzing. she’s never felt so exposed and seen and alive, like she could light up times square without touching a single wire.

the rest of the song passes in a blur of electric color and bright, aching sound. you keep stealing glances between verses—grinning when van catches you, then looking away just as fast. and van? she’s not singing anymore. she’s just watching. staring. gripping the barricade like it’s the only thing keeping her grounded while you flirt with her from thirty inches away like it’s just a casual tuesday night.

and then, the final chords hit.

you thank the crowd, breathless and glowing, before stepping forward to the mic again—this time with both hands on it, your voice a little lower, a little warmer.

“before we go…” you say, then pause. your gaze scans the crowd. lands on her.

“redhead in the front,” you say, and you point again. “yeah, you. you’re really cute.”

the room explodes.

lottie is screaming. people are gasping, laughing, recording. van doesn’t move.

you smile like you’ve just tipped the world sideways.

“you should come backstage,” you add, like it’s nothing, like you’re not completely unraveling her with eight words and a crooked smile. “bring your friend too.”

van is still staring, her mouth open, her entire soul leaving her body like steam off a kettle. lottie grabs her arm like get it together, and van just blinks. slowly. dumbly.

you give one last smile and disappear behind the curtain.

and van?

she hasn’t even blinked yet.

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backstage

the backstage hallway still hums with the distant echo of the crowd—half-dispersed cheers and the low thud of bass through the floorboards. van’s not sure if the buzzing in her ears is from that or from her own heart, pounding so loud it feels like someone’s taken a drumstick to her ribs.

she’s trying to act normal. that’s the goal. it’s a simple enough task, or it should be.

but no. no, van is pacing.

“van,” lottie says from her spot on the couch in the dressing room. she’s got a bottle of water in one hand and the other flung dramatically over her eyes like she’s a victorian ghost. “if you don’t stop walking back and forth i’m going to leave. i mean it. i will leave you here to spontaneously combust.”

“i’m not pacing,” van lies. “i’m just… adjusting. the room.”

“adjusting the room?”

“you know. like… recalibrating.”

“god. you’re gonna throw up on her shoes.”

van stops dead, wide-eyed. “you think she’s wearing nice shoes?”

lottie just groans.

the door creaks open.

van turns so fast it’s almost cartoonish, stumbling over her own foot like the universe decided actually, yes, you will be mortified tonight.

but it’s you.

you, in an oversized sweatshirt now instead of your stagewear, hair damp at the temples, a soft flush still on your cheeks from the heat and the noise. there’s glitter smudged at your collarbone, a ring on your index finger you didn’t wear on stage, and van clocks all of it at once like her brain is taking a high-res photo she can stare at later when she needs to remember how real this is.

“hey,” you say, lazy smile tugging at your mouth like it’s just for her.

van’s throat goes dry. “hey…” she manages, rubbing the back of her neck in the most cliché possible display of nervousness. “uh, cool show, right? i mean—you were cool. are cool. obviously.”

lottie doesn’t even bother holding back her snort.

you laugh—a low, warm sound—and van swears her heart actually skips. like a full, medical emergency pause.

“you’re the one who was singing along like you meant it,” you say, tilting your head. “especially that one track—third from the end? you were going word for word. i saw you.”

“you were looking?” van blurts out.

you raise your brows. “hard not to. you kinda glow.”

van forgets how to breathe.

“and i like your shirt,” you add. “it’s soft. you seem like a soft-shirt kind of person.”

van glances down at it like she forgot she was wearing clothes. “it’s vintage. kind of. my friend gave it to me when i was fifteen and thought i was gonna be a skater.”

“were you?”

“i fell off the board once and cried in a parking lot.”

you grin wider, like she’s just said something particularly charming.

“i like that,” you say, stepping a little closer. “you’re honest.”

van swears the air in the room changes. not tense exactly, but charged. like the feeling right before a thunderstorm. you’re looking at her like she’s a song you already know all the words to.

the door swings open again. natalie steps in, chewing a gummy worm, dragging her eyes across the room like she’s seeing which energy to feed on first.

then her gaze snags on lottie.

“oh,” nat says, eyes narrowing slightly. “you really are tall.”

lottie looks at nat. “well, you’re blunt.”

“i like that,” nat says.

lottie blinks. “what?”

“come with me.”

“where?”

natalie doesn’t answer. she just tosses another gummy worm into her mouth and jerks her chin toward the hallway. “away. you look like someone i want to talk to without this one vibrating into dust nearby.”

lottie glances at van, who is still halfway between stunned and stunned-er. then back to nat, who is already walking out the door.

“ten minutes,” lottie mutters to van, following her out.

“i can work with ten,” you say with a smirk, watching them leave.

the room gets quieter. closer.

van runs a hand through her hair. “so, uh… now that my friend’s being abducted…”

“you’re safe,” you say lightly. “unless you’re afraid of girls who sing songs about you.”

van’s whole face goes red.

“i wasn’t sure if you’d notice me,” she says quietly, not quite meeting your eyes.

“i noticed you the second i walked out,” you say. “you were impossible to miss.”

“because i was staring at you like i forgot how blinking works?”

“no,” you say. “because you look like someone i’d write songs about.”

van just stares at you, mouth slightly open. like you’ve flipped gravity.

“so,” you say, softer now. “can i get your number?”

van’s brain short-circuits for a full second. “mine?”

“no,” you deadpan. “your friend who got lured away with candy.”

van laughs a little, shaky and disbelieving. “yeah. i mean. yes. you can have my number. for sure. totally. cool. chill. normal.”

you smile like she just handed you a mixtape and told you her deepest secret.

you take out your phone, hand it to her. “go ahead.”

her fingers shake a little, but she types it in. you save it with a name—van (fangirl)—and don’t bother hiding the smirk.

“we’re playing here again tomorrow night,” you say, slipping your phone back in your pocket. “come back. i’ll leave your name at the door.”

van nods too fast. “yeah. yeah okay. totally. chill. i mean cool. i mean—yeah.”

you laugh. she’s blushing so hard her freckles are disappearing into it.

as you head toward the hallway, you glance over your shoulder and throw her one last smile—easy, radiant, like a dare.

“see you tomorrow, fangirl.”

the door shuts behind you.

van stands there, dazed.

after a beat, the door creaks open again. lottie’s back.

“did she just call me fangirl?” van whispers.

lottie just shrugs. “that’s ‘cause you are.” then she tosses a look back down the hallway. “also, i think i have a date now?”

van blinks.

“…what the hell just happened?”

lottie grins. “you fell in love. i got hit on by a hot guitarist. we’re even.”

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[mickyschumacher]

[HANDS TO MYSELF!]

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: charles leclerc, at the end of the day, is a simple man. so of course, when you show up to the annual f1 dinner dressed like a goddess, it becomes impossibly hard for charles to keep his hands to himself.

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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: charles leclerc x gf!fem!reader

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𝐀/𝐍: first post ahhhh... this was proof read but i wouldn't put it past me to have a few errors. hope you like it! ♡︎

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

"Merde (shit)," Charles swore under his breath as he caught you finishing up.

You raised a brow at him through the mirror of your bedroom. Putting on your earrings, you asked, "What's wrong, Charles?"

You watched through the mirror as Charles walked up behind you. He gave a small smile to you, resting his shin on your bare shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist. You returned a warm smile, leaning into him and resting your hands over his.

He pinched the silk fabric in his hands. "Can I convince you to change dresses?"

A small frown made its way onto your face while you mended your brows together. "Why? You don't like it?" You queried while eyeing yourself in the mirror. You thought you looked quite good.

It was a silk dress in pure white. It had its spaghetti straps that connected to the bunch of white silk hanging around your chest as the rest of the silk clung to you body, fitting each on of your curves snuggly. On the right side of your body, the dress had a slit for your leg to peak through. On the back, the spaghetti straps cross over each other as the fabric hung loose around your lower back.

You had paired it with a necklace Charles had got you for your anniversary: a thin gold chain with a small gold plated heart-shaped ruby. Your hair was also down and styled with a few soft curls that complimented your face.

Altogether, it was simple yet beautiful.

Your eyes snapped to your boyfriend who released a soft chuckle. Charles' eyes twinkled in the light. "Quite the opposite. I love it too much," he whispered into your ear as he rubbed the side of the your hip.

Your felt your breath slow incredibly fast, feeling his lips trail up your neck with small kisses. "Charles," you softly warned. You weren't necessarily complaining. You and Charles often had your hands on each other to the point where one might even say it was sickening. You didn't even have a bra on under the dress. But you both had somewhere to be.

Charles let out a small hum, meeting your eyes in the mirror. He bought his hand out, tracing your lips with his thumb. "Yes, mon amour (my love)?" He asked with feigned innocence.

Your eyes narrowed. "You can't start now. We're going to be late if you keep this up."

Charles pursed his lips, pouting as he turned you around to face him. He pushed your hair behind your ears. "Who cares? We can have dinner here. Just you and me. Doesn't that sound nice, amour (love)? I even know what I want for dessert."

You felt him pull you closer into him, his lips hovering over yours as his hand trailed up and down your leg.

You felt a grin play onto your face. You leaned closer, feeling impossibly close to him. "Oh Charles," You trailed you finger over his lip, in which he clearly invited the gesture as he bought your finger into his mouth. "In your dreams," you deadpanned, abruptly taking your finger out of his mouth and placing a kiss on his cheek.

You let out a sigh, pushing aside your own arousal. "Now come on. We need to leave."

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Charles was not a happy man, to say the least. You had practically blueballed him and despite being thirty minutes into dinner, plus the twenty minute drive to the restaurant, all he could think of is you.

You were sat next to him, conversing with Lily, Alex's girlfriend, about her job as a professional golfer. A job that required a lot more training and thought than you had previously thought. Honestly, you were having a such great time that you hadn't realised you were even neglecting your on-the-edge boyfriend until you felt a hand on your right leg.

"Charles, you good?" You asked.

Charles wanted to laugh because you had asked in so much earnest. Like you had genuinely forgot. Of course, he wasn't one to let you forget.

You felt him tug your chair both closer to the table, so the laced table drapes covered you, and to him. His hand moved from your leg to receive the the warmth of your inner upper thigh.

You looked at him almost dumbfounded. "Charles, amour, no," you said through gritted teeth as you gave him a fake smile. It's not that you didn't want to, but how were you supposed to act normal for the whole dinner? Especially when you and Charles both knew what his fingers did to you.

Charles only sported a grin on his face. His fingers continued to creep up your thigh, nearing your white laced underwear, which you had worn for the sole purpose of matching your dress, of course.

Your breathed hitched as you felt his fingers skim over your underwear. Your skin, he could tell, was beginning to burn with heat as it glistened with small traces of sweat. Whether it was out of embarrassment or arousal, hell, or both, Charles didn't care. Whatever was going on, he enjoyed it.

His fingers slid under your panties and found themselves in the heats of your soft lips of your pussy. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip. You were soaked down there. His two fingers already felt drenched. Charles knew that this hadn't just appeared out of nowhere. "Ma belle (my beautiful), be honest with me. You've been wet since you teased me in your bedroom, right? All of this... for me..."

If the slight quiver of your walls near his fingers didn't give you the answer, you sure did with a curt nod. How were you supposed to feel nothing for this blue-eyed, dimpled man who looked good in everything, but especially a suit?

Charles smiled. "That's what I thought. Thank you for being so honest, ma belle. I think that deserves an award," he whispered.

You felt yourself still at his voice as his fingers trailed over your clit a few times before he pushed them into your pussy. You pressed your lips together, suppressing the moan that so desperately wanted to escape your throat.

Charles couldn't help but grin further, darting his eyes from the conversation he was partially in with Carlos and Lando and to the glorious sight underneath the table. He couldn't entirely see your pussy but god could he imagine. You enveloping his fingers entirely as he thrusted back and forth. The trickles of your body running down his fingers.

He cleared his throat, taking a sip of his champagne as he adjusted himself. He was growing hard as every second passed. As much as he loved teasing you and fingering you... he wanted to fuck you. He wanted to watch as his cock entered you... the ring of white you made around him... your hips bucking for more... fuck.

You clenched around his fingers, feeling a pit at your stomach grow. You let out the shakiest and quietest sigh known to Earth. There was no way Charles was about to let cum with some of your closest friends around you... surely...

The answer to that qualm was a 'no' as Charles' fingers started to speed up. Jesus.

You must've been flushed to the max as you had to awkwardly laugh off Pierre's comment to "lay off the champagne". Honestly, that was your limit.

Before you could get any closer to your climax and risk losing it in front of everybody, you placed a hand on Charles' crotch, making him still his fingers and flicker his eyes to you.

His eyes hardened as you slowly rubbed him through his pants. "Charles, if you continue any further, I swear to god, I will blueball you till the end of the week. Let's be patient, okay, sweetie?" The sickly sweet smile on your face was in a hard contrast compared to the harsh whispers falling from your lips.

Charles' tongue darted out his lips and fell to the side. He rested his hand on yours and patted it gently. Although, to anyone, such a promise sounded empty. He was sure you would do it. It happened all the time even unintentionally. He placed a small kiss to your cheek. With a calm composure and through gritted teeth, he murmured, "Okay, mon amour."

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The ride back home was impossibly and scarily quiet. There was a lot of tension in the car. The both of you were still hooked on the adrenaline of risking yourselves in public and still horny as ever. Evident as Charles had applied more pressure to the accelerator and the cars nearby went from blurs to dashing streaks.

You were opening the door to your house as you felt Charles’ arms wrap around you. "Faster, mon amour, I can't keep my hands to myself," he whispered, starting kiss your neck.

You felt your heart pick up its pace when you heard the door click closed. Soon enough, both of your shoes were off, Charles' lips were crashing into yours, and your hands were in his hair. The fire between you two had reached a new height as Charles relished the moan that had fallen from your mouth. God, he had been waiting to hear that the entire dinner.

Bringing you back into your bedroom, Charles left kisses everywhere he could as he peeled back the straps of your dress, and gently removed the attired off your body, leaving you only clothed in your soaked panties and his necklace.

"Fuck," he groaned, hovering over you to hold the necklace between his fingers. "You look so good, mon amour."

The smile on your lips made his heart race once again. He smiled, planting a firm kiss on your lips before his hands started to trail down to your chest. Your breasts were what he considered a global treasure in his world, you. He loved everything about them; their softness, their plumpness... but especially, their sensitivity.

Charles latched his mouth around one nipple, leaving his hand to the other. His tongue swirled around the pebbled mound as his fingers circled the other.

You let out a sigh of pleasure, arching your back and raising your hand to feel his hair to push more of yourself into him. The obscene slurps of your breasts went straight to your core as Charles released your nipple with a slick pop.

"Ma belle," Charles breathed out, his fingers reaching your soaked panties. He pulled the drenched material away from your heated pussy. "I need to taste you," he spoke, himself drenched in desperation.

He pulled down the panties, revealing in all its glory, the pussy he had been thirsting over at dinner. He let out a moan as he prodded at your engorged lips.

You feel a shiver come over your body when his breath hit your pussy. His tongue took one long strip at your folds. His blues eyes averted back to yours, holding your gaze and blossoming an indescribable feeling within the both of you. "Look at me, love, while I devour you."

You managed to give a small nod as he returned his attention to your folds, all while maintaining eye contact. "Fuck," you moaned out, trying hard to not throw your head back as he dipped his mouth into you. It seemed that was still hungry from the dinner as he was true to his promise.

Charles was devouring you almost as if he were some sort of animal. He groaned in pleasure, sending a sort of vibrations through your core. He continuously lapped at your folds, drunk on the taste of you. "You taste so good," he grunted, bringing his lips around your clit.

You arched your back into the bed, toes curling at the sheets beneath you. "Fuck, Charles!" You bucked your hips into his mouth, giving into the need to roll your head back. When you looked back up, Charles was a sight to behold. His tongue traveled in circles around your sensitive nub. His stubble was soaked in your juices. He somehow even managed a smirk while eating you out.

"Charles... I'm gonna-" you began before cutting out as his tongue darted further into your folds. "God," you moaned out, your grip on his hair tightening.

"Don't say my name in vain, mon amour," Charles quipped, feeling a slight convulsion of your body as he thumbed your clit.

If Charles wasn't about to make you cum, you would've smacked that grin right off his face. But you were so close...

Charles placed a light kiss to your clit, removing his face from your pussy. He felt a sense of enjoyment follow him as a familiar terror spread over your face.

"No. Charles. Please. God, I want to cum," You whined out.

Charles looked at your flushed face, pushing your hair behind your ears like he did earlier this evening. Somehow, you had become even more beautiful. On the verge of a climax, fucked out, skin flushed and doused in arousal and sweat.

"I need to be in you... fuck, to fill you up, Y/N," Charles hissed in pleasure as he thought about his cum oozing from your hole.

"Hurry, Charles. I need you."

That was all you had to said as Charles rushed to finally take off his clothes.

You watched his thick cock hit his toned stomach and let out a small moan. Charles hovered over you, bringing you into a deep kiss. You could feel his cock nudge the sides of the pussy. Purposely, he dragged himself up and down your folds, intoxicated off the edging feeling.

"Fuck, Charles."

God, he loved the way you moaned his name. It was one of those other things that sent him overboard. Knowing that he was making you feel like that. That it was his cock teasing you. His fingers you clenched around. His voice that made you wet.

Charles looked down to your pussy, aligning his cock. He let out a ridiculously low grunt as he watched your folds cover his cock. You fit him so perfectly, it drove him crazy. His cock was snug and tight in you. It felt like one move in you would send him off.

You let out another moan, feeling his thick cock fill you up. His hands gripped your hips, turning you around so you sat on him. "Ride me, love."

There was nothing Charles wanted more than to see you ride his cock, tits bouncing up and down in sync with his your necklace. And you were happy to comply.

You began to move your hips, hearing the room begin to fill with groans.

"Y/N," Charles moaned, hips bucking to dive deeper into you.

You continued to ride at a semi-fast pace. Lewd sounds of your skin slapping and sticking against one another filled the air. You could feel his cock reach into the deepest parts of you.

Charles sunk his teeth into his lips, watching a white ring form around his cock. The twinkle of your necklace shone in his eyes, occasionally hitting your nipples as it swung around. It was all so much.

You could feel Charles' cock twitch in you, telling you he was close. You grabbed his hands and placed on them on your hips. Your own hands latched onto your breast and the other to your clit.

Charles tightened his grip on your hips before starting to thrust at an immense speed. "Merde," he swore, feeling you clench and take even more of him in you. He could catch the slight shake of your hands as you also neared your climax.

"Come with me, amour. Let me fill you with my cum," he groaned.

That dirty mouth of his and his rousing cock... it was enough to send you over the edge. You let out a high-pitched moan, the end almost silent as your orgasm hit you in hard waves. "Fuck, Charles!"

Charles followed you soon. He moaned, bring you down and holding you tightly. This new angle sent you both into a new spiral. His hips stuttered at an abnormal pace, feeling his cum paint your walls. He let out a string of colourful words, letting his orgasm take any extra drops of his cum into you.

Charles smiled, kissing the side of your forehead. "You did well, mon armour."

You gave him a tired smile. "You too, my love," you murmured before bringing him into a soft and lazy kiss.

Charles watched as you removed yourself from his cock. Only resulting him in a moan from the both of you as his cum trailed out of you.

"God," Charles gulped, feeling his cock harden once again.

You smirked. "I thought you were God, Charles," you teased.

Charles narrowed his eyes at you. "I guess I'm going to have to show you again, ma belle."

© 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑

[0-n-1-x]

hii! i just found your blog and it looks so cool! i was wondering since you write for shameless, could i please have some headcanons of carl (perhaps white boy carl but any carl is fine) with a chubby/plus size girlfriend who’s really sweet, nerdy, shy and feminine? like she wears a lot of pinks, pastels, sweaters and bows, basically the exact opposite of what people think carls type is. if you don’t wanna write about the body type that’s totally ok, thank you so much! sorry if i wrote too much😭

WBC!Carl x Cutecore!reader

AHHHH!! I love this idea live opposites attract, by what you described I'm thinking of a cutecore/softie aesthetic (no you did not write to much tysm!!)

link to my masterlist <33

Carl who is initially surprised by your cutecore aesthetic, with your pastel colors and cute accessories, but he quickly finds it endearing. He loves how different you are from the Southside vibe and how you bring a burst of color into his life.

Carl who is fiercely protective of you, especially when he notices people giving you judgmental looks. He’s always ready to defend you, whether it's with his words or with his fists, and he makes it clear that anyone who disrespects you will have to answer to him (which isn't always as intimidating as he thinks but you patch him up with kisses for trying)

Carl who is surprisingly good at giving you compliments. He loves how confident you are in your style, and he’s always quick to tell you how cute you look, whether it’s in a new outfit or just lounging in your favorite oversized sweater.

Carl who starts to get into the idea of matching accessories with you. It starts with something simple, like wearing a pastel-colored bracelet you gave him, and eventually, he’s rocking a cute charm on his phone or a keychain you picked out for him. When his group calls him out on it, he's like "ok so? I like to be pretty sometimes" because he associates that stuff with your beauty <33

Carl, who being with you brings out his softer side. He might still be tough on the outside, but around you, he’s more willing to let his guard down. He enjoys cuddling with you, playing with your hair, or just holding your hand/waist while you walk around the city.

Carl who admires your confidence and how you own your look. He’s always supportive and encourages you to be yourself, especially when people make rude comments. He loves how unapologetically you embrace your style and body.

Carl who surprises you with small gifts that fit your aesthetic, like a cute plushie, a pastel-colored hoodie, or a pair of earrings with tiny charms (all of which he totally didn't steal). He likes seeing your face light up when he gets it just right.

Carl who loves showing you off to his friends, especially because you’re so different from anyone he’s ever dated. He’s proud to be with you and doesn’t care what anyone else thinks. If anyone gives him a hard time, he just shrugs it off because he knows he’s lucky to have you.

Carl who is always there to support you, whether you’re dealing with body image issues or just having a bad day. He listens when you need to vent, and he’s quick to remind you how amazing you are, inside and out.

Carl who loves finding common ground with you. Whether it’s bonding over a shared love of certain music or discovering new hobbies together, he enjoys learning more about your world and introducing you to his. <33

[queenofthepunks]

I have officially hit 30 followers

It's isn't alot but for me it is ALOT because never had this much support from ppl on any of my platforms like I do this one and OMG I'm so SPEECHLESS by how thankful I am for yalls support on this platform and in this fandom!😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

And all not just because of my absolute love of Franco himself (and the Outlast franchise) but aswell as my Bimbo Babe Peachy! And so to show yall how much I love and appreciate you all I will be sharing EVERY last one of yalls Fanart of Peachy (and all i have requested) yall made because I always squeal with JOY when I come on here and see that I've had fanart made of a silly Lil character I've made because I NEVER thought I would've gotten so much support from anybody until I started building up this platform more.

These are made by @wendigoruble featuring Franco because Franco in your artstyle is SO iconic! (And ofc Baby Peachy because AHHHH you made her look SO damn adorable!)

This one by @coyle-and-co OMG, your art style is just *chefs kiss* and I'd say along with Ruble your Franco is SUPER BADASS!

These are by @reebwood i love your art style! Plus Peachy and (ex-pop) Pooch is so menacing together and im here for it!🤣🤣🤣

This one is by @the-vagabond-angel the way you draw Peachy is adorable and I am very happy to be doing the Smoke Break series together!

This one is by @graboidmilk UAGH I still think you made her look SO evil and more evil than she already is!😆 (even though she is evil regardless lmao HELLO it's Outlast!)

This one and my ALL TIME fav! @ivory-tooth the setting and EVERTHING about this piece AHHH😭❤️❤️❤️ I still go through my likes box and look at this piece! (And NO this isn't me playing favorites btw because I absolutely love everyone's art in this fandom!)

This one is by @thinecuckoogal featuring her OC Darla since her and Peachy are still besties! I still find it iconic how both of their names are Darla (though Peachy does NOT go by her real name... EVER and she will literally murder you if you even think about it!🥲)

This one is by @nereeitor another fav of mine! GAH I still think she looks a little like Betty Boop on this one (which yall know is one of my character inspos for her) and UGH just her in your artstyle is SO AMAZING!😭❤️❤️❤️

And the VERY first one (that i have requested) made by @wackulart for their other blogs @wackular and @trial-n-harerror you think I forgot about this one? WRONG AGAIN MUAHAHA- okay I'm joking but in all seriousness I'll never forget about this one and I absolutely love how you draw Franco aswell!

Again thank yall so much for yalls support last year my mental health was declining SO hard to the point were I wasn't even drawing at all, but ever since I came back into the Outlast fandom (even though it was short lived) because of Franco himself I have never thought I'd be able to get back into doing what I love doing and that is making art and supporting others in fandoms such as you guys and it makes me happy knowing that yall enjoy my art alot and to any of the newcomers that stumble upon my blog! I really hope you enjoy your time on my blog and the Outlast fandom as a whole! Virtual hugs for everybody! 🫂

[i-yap]

Hello here another request from Dick Grayson. I hope you are well and that you are not putting pressure on yourself with these requests, sleep well.

Could you write something about Dick's Girlfriend who is an artist 🎨 she went to university and graduated with a degree in Literature or something like that she is like an artistic soul she writes, plays the piano, paints maybe she knows a little about ballet [she is just as flexible than Dick] and speaks several languages. Maybe Dick convinced her not to "work" [on a schedule for someone else] so they could spend more time together and so she wouldn't fill her little head with things like forced labor or bills. He covers all expenses and more. He spoils us too much. ...it also makes it so that you focus only on your art out of passion, writing, painting, playing music, learning to play the guitar 🎸 just because you want to and have the time.

and on the nights when he has patrol you go out with your friends "Sex And The City" style.

You also learn to cook in the huge kitchen of their shared apartment and he tries everything you make, he also cooks for you (sometimes) you also do a Skincare routine for him and he loves to smell just like us.

Dick Grayson x artist!y/n

man has money, I can see bruce paying all his vigilante children and he got alfred's billion plus man is the best detective at the pd .

So how could you expect him to not feel sorry for his -pretty but stressed overworked surrounded by idiots who don't know art having to commercialize herself and loosing her sense of style and art because of the nonsense requests of her bosses -gf. Your pain is his pain after all.

You know you are very creative I mean- your ballet could give grayson a run for his money. You have always been talented, drawn to the creative arts. But here you are stuck being a designer for a corporate job. AND IT SUCKS BALLS.

The boss keeps asking you to design templates and after designing 3 boring asf template she's like yea that fine now just do content. But even the content cant be fun or innovative. It has to be corporate and easily consumable and its just so dumb like let ai do it and why even hire you if she wants you to do the labor that is just ctrl c ctrl v LIKE FUCKK

And your creativity is dyinggg. you cant remember the last time you picked up a paintbrush and you loved art. Now you're loosing a sense of self and you don't even know if any of this is worth it. WHY NOT BE A BARISTA?? AND DO ART ON THE SIDE...CUZ OF THIS FUCKING ECONOMY. ONLY THE RICH CAN BE ARTISTS ONLY THE RICH AHHHH

(sorry this turned into a little self vent ahem ahem)

anyways dick sees your talent and he sees your pain and...he wont take no for an answer.

So here you are, live in girlfriend , but he calls you an investment whenever you feel down because dick is paying for both of you.

So other than art, you make him food. And he makes you food too dw girlie but you do it out of passion of trying out new recipes .

You go out and teach students dance at underfunded public schools and perform without contracts...just for the love of performing or focus on writing a book.

You spend the day focusing on your passions and build up your skill, having a loving supportive boyfriend.

Dick is really busy with detective work then as Nightwing so you spend the alone time focusing on your work rather than being distracted by your pretty boyfriend...that too actually.

And with this amazing man by your side, you have plenty motivation.

SO when you do become a hit, No one is prouder than Mr grayson here who believed in his girl all along.

and If you don't? you can always start a small art school, language school or ballet school. There is no lack of talents

And with such a talented gf , dick has the perfect trophy wife who he loves very very much. You are the talk of every gala, you accompany him on business meets (language skills and art is universally needed) and honestly dick couldn't ask for more!

In modern society its now believed that the only way to get self respect is to be a working woman. Why cant we stop telling woman to be something? Staying at home, raising or not raising kids, focusing on your passion and loving your husband ( future husband too) is just as acceptable as going to work( if you can find a man like dick ofc). you do work hard, you did have a degree or not depending on your circumstances and you are genuinely working towards your goals. And dick comforts you in it. He sees your passion he sees your talent and more than that he loves you so no matter what, he's supporting you through this journey.

I am actually writing a batboys skincare thing which ill post over the weekend. Im sorry this turned into a personal rant. Im working two jobs and studying 3 courses while preparing to start university..so this hit a little close to home . What I would do to have a dick grayson just marry me and let me focus on my passion rather than juggling various stuff. This blog is maybe the only thing I do for myself..which is sad cuz I had a lot of hobbies. Anyways ...hope this didn't suck too much.

[smilesatdawnmain]

Hello ! I adore your LMK AU‘s and your writing style. The stories are so captivating and make me excited for the next chapter.

I wanted to ask what your favorite AUs are :) I know you have great taste and I would be grateful if you could share some LMK au/comic/fanfic recommendations with us :))))

Hello! Oh my gosh thank you so so much! That makes me so happy to hear ;-; Thank you!

I got a lot of favorites out there, let me tell you :3 Alright alright~

AU'S:

The King and his Cub By: @theweepingegg : This au is so cute and I love little MK with his Papa~ It's adorable and the humor just has me rolling! Plus the wholesome Father and Son moments + an uncle Macaque?? It's amazing! Literally just melts my heart with every new update.

Cursed Au By: @winterpower98: This Au consumed my life and continues to do so. The drama, the redemption, the growing bond between Wukong Macaque and MK?? I love it alll~ The whole universal set up of this growing Au is so full and wonderful.

Literally, ANY AU that is made by @journey-to-the-au ! This artist just- STEALS all of my attention. They got a lot of different Au's, and so many amazing ideas. There is action and romance and betrayal and platonic love that is so wholesome and sweet and AHHHHH. Taking a long tour through their entire tumblr page is 100% WORTH IT

Very similarly, anything by @rebeltigera! They also have so many different au's that are all AMAZING. Something about their style also- ahhhhh <3 It's so good. I definitely suggest taking a dive into their tumblr too. Their Macaque is honestly probably my favorite version of Macaque!

Forged Faith by @swagginmun Gosh the anxiety but also the pure adoration I have for this particular Au?? Definitely follows a more canon storyline but has one HECK OF A TWIST. The expressions that are done are amazing and I really really can't wait for this one to continue as its current chapter just ended on something INTENSE.

Fan Comics!

Eclipsed Apprentice by @journeytomonkiekid : I've been following this one for a while. I LOVE IT. There are so many talented people in the LMK community and this comic takes an interesting turn to the canon of LMK. Has some great Oc's and the storyline has me hooked! Lots of drama, and redemption, and so far the character growth is *Chef kiss*

Even Rainfall Has Shadows By @linklefr : Another fancomic that takes it's own path and turn from the LMK canon. Oc's are so cute and I just wanna squeeze them! It's really growing to be its own thing! It's got a lot of talk about self-worth and toxic habits and overall overcoming those that the characters need to grow from, and I can't wait to see where it goes!

FANFICS: (I have way too many. My gosh. And honestly if folks have more recommendations, please put them in the comments! Or if you have a story you wrote yourself I would love to read it!) I would mark their Tumblr creators if I knew them, but I don't know all of them ;-; So I'll put the link to the fanfic instead

SunBreak : First LMK fanfic I ever read. It is the rabbit hole that dropped me into loving Macaque and parent Macaque to be more precise~ Goes way off canon and I'm LOVING IT

There May be no such thing as eternity: Possed Wukong- I cannot explain how much possessed Wukong still reaching out to the Macaque and the gang just makes my brain flip~

A Garden Across Our Collar Bone: THIS. Ahhhh- Just bury me with this fanfic in my hand. MK X Red Son and ahhh- Also, ANYTHING this author (PittiedPeaches) writes is GOLD.

Of Blood and Bones: A big inspiration to me and their story is SO GOOD. The angst but also fluff that is slipped in? It's an amazingly sad but wonderful read. And I really love the world-building

Peach Blossoms: I'm a sucker for any Hanahaki disease kind of story and this is everything I wanted and more. This was soooo good and it flowed really well.

Love Team: Ooooh boy this story took me on a roller coaster ride. MY GOSH I never knew what to expect and it always had me on the edge of my seat~

Is this A Monkey-Thing or Dad-Thing?: Any Dad wukong focused fic will just catch my feet and trip me into the pit of the story. Every time. This one is so cute~

Kiss Your Knuckles: This oneshot is soo sooo good! And also horribly tragic. Gosh it just destroyed me! I definitely suggest it!

-Okay this thing is getting long and I'm not even close to saying all the fanfics and such I have read XD There are so many good fanfics out there my gosh. If you have more than you think are amazing please put them in the comments!

[biblical-chronicles]

What other music do you listen to? Are you solely Britpop?? Would love a top 10

you just opened a pandora box love, thank you it got me out of me little hole xx please discuss this with me, this is me life lmao

Interestingly, I am not brit-pop at all, more rock, punk, post-punk, metal, jazz, blues territory

If I had to list all the bands I like we'd be here for a loooong fucking time...

but here are some honourable mentions

first of all, PiL, so Public Image ltd. favourite band ever, innovative, the lyrics as well??? god Lydon knows how to write a song and make you reflect, such interesting topics. Also, love the performing style, just adds so much to the overall 'product'. All the albums offer summat different and I love that, although the earlier work is much crazier and experimental which I love. Just such a powerful discog, beautiful and unique sound, it's amazing how many songs from them seem to perfectly encapsulate how I feel, and I could go on forever here so I'll stop meself. (+ his spoken word??? Ahhhh !!!)

with PiL I have to mention the sex pistols too I guess. Love 'em so much, have the whole material ingrained in me brain. Although them going on a reunion tour without John is so meh, he was literally what made them in a way? you just can't get that tone. I think it'd be better if they did it without a vocalist, just let the audience shout the lyrics back. Should've called it just sex or just pistols or ex-pistols without him...)(or just call it the professionals reunion + glen matlock)(like ya just can't do that, what's next? the stones without jagger? dead kennedys with no jello? oh wait.. that's already a fucking thing) nevermind the bollocks... here's the three ex-pistols. It's the great rnr swindle all over again, and we are being swindled yet again, ever get the feeling that you've been cheated? (I have so much more to say here but I'll stop meself, but how fun is it to sue a man with not so much cash that's takin' care of his ill wife full-time? and to sue him with disney so he can't win? and only to win the case because the man has previously won a case for you to split the rights to the music evenly? even though he wrote most, and could've taken all the rights to it easily?) okay, now stopping meself for real, but I could write an essay here.

up next Black Sabbath, I mean come on? Megalomania is one of the best songs ever, love it !! dead crazy discog and impact, thank you tony iommi for choppin' a bit of your fingers off, so that you had to down-tune your guitar to play.

now, the beatles, I mean, I won't even start since you will not stop me as well, won't allow meself to start, nuh uh

janis joplin + big brother and the holding company when she was with them. You just can't recreate that voice, ever. What a powerhouse of an artist, love her.

another woman to add would be courtney love, you just can't stop her can ya? as much as her rebellin' is pretty pointless sometimes, that woman has some serious pipes. Love the visceral screaming and all, mostly am into the first album + live through this.

I'll also shout-out rammstein, you can't go wrong with some straight to the point brutal riffs yeah? from more german speaking bands, I like some Falco, especially the first album, so Einzelhaft, it's just the best lyrically and just so so 80's. Also, Wolfgang Ambros with 'Es lebe der Zentralfriedhof' if you want some more Wiener Schmäh.

The Clash is also great, classic. Plus it gave us Keith Levene, personal guitar hero to me, although he wasn't as involved with the band just helped with creating it / some early material / helped gettin' Joe Strummer in.

Yes is another highlight for my prog-rock fans, me dad is big on them so I had to be as well. Pink Floyd would also fit here which you just have to like, come on.

more metal-esque I am pretty big on Megadeth (better than Metallica fight me), I also went through some death / black metal phases but it didn't stick to me as much? if anything then darkthrone or cannibal corpse is alright, also death.

and since I didn't expand on punk that much I'd recommend Dead Kennedys especially fresh fruit for rotting vegetables, The Exploited, Minor Threat etc. etc. Interestingly, I am not too big on The Ramones, just a tad too 'poppy' for me (don't attack me). But the Buzzcocks are alright. Won't go into the smaller bands since I'd sit here forever once again.

Led Zeppelin as well, I fucking love Led Zeppelin!

post-punk wise, also gotta plug the talking heads in here, you just have to.

thank you, this question got me dead excited, please ask me about music recs or opinions, I am a firm believer that I have an opinion on almost everything. I can debate and talk about music forever please talk to me, please ask me to elaborate, this is me area of expertise (I need a job)

It's also a pet peeve of mine that Liam says he plays rock'n'roll? Chuck Berry, that's rock'n'roll, Little Richard also, but Liam, sweetheart, you are not within' that genre. Nowt wrong with that, just if someone got told they are in for some classic rnr, and then got wall of glass, they'd be surprised to say the least.

[luvistqrzzz]

me personally i think you need to write something sunoo

you're the one i want at the end of the day

01:54 sunoo x f.reader genre: timestamp, f2l, fluff wc: 0.9k warnings: being drunk, profanity, one kiss

summary: when a piggy back ride home leads you to another destination

an: the fact that i had this in my draft for ages and was thinking when to post it😭😭... TYSM for reuquesting this luv🫶🫶 hope you enjoy this <3... i wrote this in a whim one day so excuse me if this isnt that good :/

'Sunoo-ahhhh', You slurred as the said boy dragged you out of Jay’s front door.

Jake, Jay's roommate who was leaning against the door frame, made a disgusted face, 'Fuck, get her out of her. How is she so wasted?'

Turning towards Jake, you raised an accusatory finger at him, 'Yah! I am not… Wasted!'

'Sure you aren't, Y/N', Sunoo whisper screamed. 'Now, let's go.'

After somehow managing to pull a drunk girl out of the house, he sat down on the curb beside you who was swaying slightly before you plopped your head down on Sunoo's shoulder.

The boy stiffened for a fraction of a section, feeling you so close before relaxing again. He was glad that it was 1 o'clock in the morning and the dim street light hid his blushing cheeks. 

He put an arm around you, slightly shaking you, 'Y/Nie, get up, we need to get to the apartment.'

You pulled your head up. 'Nope! I won't. I like it here, with you.' You giggled, snuggling closer to your roommate plus best friend.

Sunoo couldn't help the butterflies filling his stomach, this was so unlike you. Alcohol and its effects. 'We are sitting on a curb', he sighed, making you stand up with him.

You whined a bit before Sunoo pulled up behind him in a piggy back style. 'You have left me no choice, Y/L/N Y/N.'

Thankfully the apartment was just a few blocks from Jay’s place. 

Walking down an empty road in a cool summer night, Sunoo felt a calming silence settle between the two of you.

He turned his head back to find your head on his shoulder, looking up towards the starry night sky. He felt a funny little happiness in him at the sight of your beautiful drunken face staring into the dark abyss. 

'It's so pretty', you mumbled innocently, having sobered up a bit.

Sunoo nodded but you continued, 'I can count 1, 2, 3… 14, 15 and yes, 16!' You exclaimed looking at Sunoo. 'My 16th star, you.'

He chuckled at your antics, his heart doing a little leap, 'Y/N, you aren't in your right mind.'

What were you even implying? Sunoo didn't want his mind to run into false assumptions but the way you looked at his and pressed your cheek against his, he almost wished you felt the same. Almost.

'I am, Kim Sunoo! You are prettier than those stars, you know.'

'Oh really?!' He continued walking.

'Did you also know?' You whispered into his ear, giggling. 'That I like you Kim Sunoo so so much! Oops! That was a secret.' You whimpered, I don't think you like me back, though.'

Sunoo couldn't even control his beating heart and the way his stomach was jumping at each of your words. Were you being real? No no, these must be your drunken words.

But a small voice inside his head spoke, Aren't drunken words sober thoughts…?

You couldn't possibly like him… right?

Well, wrong because the poor red haired boy didn't know how hopelessly in love you were with him, how he was the literal sunshine of your life and how you would give anything to make him feel happy.

Sunoo stopped in his tracks as you whispered, 'I really mean it, Sunoo-ah. I might be a bit drunk but- Ouch!' You yelped as he suddenly dropped his arms causing you to tightly grip on to his shoulders with your feet dangling. Being short definitely had its disadvantages.

You grimaced, placing your feet on the ground. Your head spun a little as you tried to position yourself but you were a lot more sober than the past five minutes, thanks to your sudden words.

The boy before turned around to face you, 'Did you…' He began, however interrupted by you.

'At least give me a warning before dropping me off like that!' You huffed, turning your gaze away from his, shy from your sudden earlier confession.

However, you had to admit that it was long coming. You just needed the push of liquid courage. 

Sunoo moved closer to you, taking your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. You felt your cheeks burn up at the sudden contact.

'Did you…' he continued, 'Mean what you said two minutes back?'

You looked down at your feet, fidgeting, 'Would you hate me if I said I did? Would you sto-'.

No, you couldn't continue because in the next moment you saw Sunoo step closer to you, taking your face in his hands and met eyes with you, they held this intensity in them, saying something. 'No', he breathed out. 'I wouldn't hate you. I could never hate you, Y/N. I- i like you too.'

You almost couldn't help the smile forming as you closed the distance. Sunoo tensed a bit before melting into the kiss and pulling you by the waist.

When he finally broke the kiss, you looked up towards his bright eyes before you both bursted into a fit of giggles.

'Do you think the convenience store will still be open now?' You wondered.

Sunoo frowned, 'Why do you ask?!'

You smiled, taking his hand, before replying, 'I wanna sober up.'

'... And maybe have a late night picnic at the park beside it with my boyfriend!'

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[the-larry-way]

Writing Self-Evaluation 2024

thank you @red-pandaaa for tagging me! (I'm going to be including some personal evaluation as well since the actual template seems very published works focused)

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 30 (out of which 21 were posted in 2024 (all in December))

2. Word count posted for the year: 60,178 (plus 102,016 unpublished words)

3. Fandoms I wrote for: One Direction (Band)

4. Pairings: Louis Tomlinson/Harry Styles — I might branch out one day, but so far I'm happy writing about the two people who bring me so much joy.

5. Story with the most (2024): Kudos: we got all night (we're going nowhere) 64, Bookmarks: baby, it's cold (inside) and Knot Together 20, Comments (Threads): there's a devil in your smile, it's chasing me 11

Story with the most (all time): Kudos and Bookmarks: Whatever Floats Your Boat 650 and 365 respectively, (Fake/Pretend, Cruise Larry, one of my proudest works) Comment Threads: Little Heartbeat 42, (not my best. based on a teenager's understanding of love and life. I was 14 when I started writing it)

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): I'm probably most proud of my (Coming Soon) One Direction Big Bang fic. It's the longest thing I've ever written and the most fun I've had writing. As far as published works are concerned, I want to chicken and say I like my advent calendar but that's a cop out. So I probably will say the quinquagenarian. I think there aren't enough Older Larry fics in the fandom and I'm quite pleased with the banter in the fic. In general though, I'm really pleased with the Advent Calendar. It was a major challenge to come up with and write so many prompts (i'm still 5 short) but I think I rose well to the challenge!

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): I always say that I try to be proud of all of my works because they all made me the writer that I am today (who I am very proud of) but in the spirit of answering the question I would say Green Apple Daiquiri. The plot isn't meaningful or compelling and I feel like I show a lack of understanding of interpersonal relationships that isn't justified at 14. It feels very fake deep but I still remember being thrilled with my brilliance when I initially wrote it. Such is young naivety. And although it shows up as my first work on ao3, it's actually my third, so I feel like I had enough writing experience that I should've been doing better.

8. Share or describe a favourite review you received: There is a few that come to mind and I'll share all of them because I can't appreciate my readers enough.

Someone said something about something reading like a movie. I know that's terribly vague but I've pored over my inbox and failed to find it.

@statementlou (apologies if this isn't your ao3 name and i've unnecessarily tagged you) with their encouragement when I was feeling bad for not being able to catch up with my advent calendar

@nyxdaughterofkhaos she is probably the big reason why I've written as much as I have this year but specifically this comment "Ahhhh!!! Loved this so freaking much!!! I think I'm gonna have to stop saying i have favorite! You keep surprising me with these little amazing and adorable fics!!!" I had been taking so much delight in all her lovely comments but something about this felt like her kissing my forehead and telling me they're all my favorite and it made me teary eyed

@signofcomfort my other wonderful beta. she described a scene in my big bang fic as something in a sitcom (intended as a compliment) and in general has been singing praises of the banter in the fic.

@parmahamlarrie in this specific rec she said about a naughty little christmas miracle 'Something about this one has stuck with me all month. I loved it!' and it just made my heart soar.

Thank you to all readers and especially to those who leave comments.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: I didn't write much all year, but I've been on a roll since October. This last chapter of Knot Together was really hard. For the first time ever I rewrote the whole thing twice. I'm not a big rewriter so this was SO difficult. Especially doing the rewrites on that 24 hour timeline for 12 days of ficmas and all the while my beta was stuck without internet so I couldn't bounce ideas off anyone

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: I'm really bad at writing scenes with a lot of physicality. But I wrote a scene of Harry and Louis being goofy (the sitcom scene) that I was very pleased with.

11. A favourite excerpt of your writing: oh this is so hard. I never remember anything I write!! Full disclosure, this is basically the first thing I saw. But I am quite proud of it. It marks a massive turning point in the character's relationship with that kind of vulnerability (while still bantering). This is also the first publicly shared snippet of my @onedirectionbigbang fic. yay!!

Louis drifted in and out of sleep as he kept an eye on the bathroom door, eagerly awaiting his boy’s return. He grinned when the door opened. “Well hello, Little Harry,” Louis smirked, dragging his gaze slowly up Harry’s body till he met his eyes, a smug smirk on Harry’s lips as he stood in the doorway, towelling his hair, fully nude. “Little?” Harry looked down and scoffed. “Your scale is broken,” Harry hung up his towel on the towel rack before crawling into bed, getting under the covers. “Oooh bed’s all warm.” he murmured, smiling when Louis snuggled up to him immediately. “You did miss me, huh?” Harry chuckled, playing with his hair. “I did. More than you know,” he confessed. “Yeah? What would you do if I had decided I wanted to sleep in the guest room?” Harry teased. “Cried,” Louis said bluntly. “Begged you to let me sleep in the guestroom with you.” Harry’s face openly reflected his surprise at the raw honesty. “I didn’t sleep for a second last night, Harry,” he finally confessed.

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: i wrote a LOT. a lot of tropes and a lot of POVs. Practice makes perfect right? I think I wrote a strict POV for the first time. and it's alright. But I do enjoy telling my stories through third person omniscient/limited a LOT more

13. How do you hope to grow next year: I was supposed to write 500 words a day for 2024. Given that I didn't write for nearly the first 11 months of the year (i wrote for a week in january and then really started writing the week before halloween) the fact that I still ended up averaging 444 words a day is a resounding success. And something about angel numbers and stuff.

For next year, I plan on maintaining that goal. I have a few fics in mind that should help me accomplish that goal but I imagine it won't be easy between graduating college and starting my (anticipated to be very demanding) job.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): @indiaalphawhiskey is always an inspiration. she is probably one of, if not the best writer I've ever read.

@nyxdaughterofkhaos has been a massive help in both encouragement and brainstorming

@chai-hat-tea has been another rock with brainstorming and cheerleading.

@justanothershadeofblue for helping me brainstorm and plan Knot Together even when my other friends were discouraging me. For creating a space where i can be pouty and uncharitable without hurting people. for everything

I think a lot of thanks goes to my sweet little cat Kimchi who has not only inspired fics directly, but also is the muse for a lot of cats that are showing up in my fics here and there. But more directly, my desire to stay in and cuddle with her often resulted in writing.

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: yes actually!!

there's a devil in your smile, it's chasing me was inspired by the first ice hockey match I ever attended just days before! (i did not get ditched by a date and kissed by the devil)

calm down, girl was inspired by my own anxieties of boarding my Kimchi. (i did not have a cute employee volunteer to send me daily pictures)

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: just write. stop waiting for the perfect time, the perfect prompt, the perfect mood. just write. The more you write the more easily it'll come to you. And don't be afraid to ask for help.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: so many!! I'm looking forward to getting back to writing (and finishing) my big bang fic, and I intend on making both my girl dad louis and shapeshifting fics into full length fics! I haven't given a lot of thought to the latter two just yet but I fully intend to.

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.

no pressure to do this but would love to hear from you all! @justanothershadeofblue, @chai-hat-tea, @larry-hiatus, @indiaalphawhiskey, @twopoppies, @allwaswell16

[samantha-and-her-chaotic-desires]

Challenge (the remake LOL): Name as many Lackadaisy OCs that aren't your own, and the most prominent detail of each of those OCS!

Halina Dabrowska - Her eyes, hairstyle, and even her voice claim and thoughtful development of her. (I also love her kiddos Edgar and Rosemarie, ESPECIALLY Edgar, lil guy <3)

Lola De Luca - Her fur color and her hair, as well as that pretty blue dress. Seeing her is always so pleasant to my eyes <3 (also hER HAVING ROWAN AAAAAAAA)

Rebecca Wright - Her hair and her eyes! Plus the art style she's drawn in, which is absolutely to DIE FOR.

River Young - His eyes, and I just noticed him floating around here on Tumblr. The art is so goddamn GOOD.

Marly Divata - I love her colorful clothing! :D and the fact she's a cellist. Her tail is another prominent detail for me.

Marianne Villanueva - It has got to be her fur pattern, glasses and hair. Anytime I see those three I can instantly spot that it's her.

Lucio - oh lawd his eyes and HAIR, dude, OUGH. Also the way he's drawn, WAHHHHHH

Mohandes - I love how he's Scottish <3 warms my heart very much. Also like the pairing of him and Mordecai.

hhhhhh that's all I remember for now!! Here's the order of creators below, hope y'all don't mind the ping!!:

@wpk12art @blogplutopools @starbittzzy @lackassera @scrunkalicious @ahhhh-118 @mivant03 @themissingrainfallkingdom love y'alls OC sm rahhhhh, mwah /plat

[squeaky-warrior]

Fallen London and Sunless Seas/Skies fans, please check this out

Not only is it a very well made song about a semi-obscure piece of media that I love with all my heart, but it's an entire 12 minute musical, with at least four individual character's songs. Did I mention full set and costumes, excellent word play, and that it's just full of bangers?

Plus in true Fallen London style, all of the characters featured (except Mr. Pages) are OCs of Stupendium, with some very cool queer rep too. Also I can just tell this had a lot of effort put into it and I love it a lot and want more people to see it and ahhhh

And don't worry about spoilers! It doesn't spoil anything about Fallen London or Mask of the Rose (which I have not played yet so that is much appreciated.)

[thegempage]

abt the lamb post, i am curious abt 4, 15, 31, and 43 in whatever quantity and for whoever you'd like mwah

ahhhh thank you : D!!! (from these asks btw)

just gonna do both of them bcus i like thinking about the contrasts between the lambs and also yapping

4. Did your lamb kill anyone prior to their first death? If so, who?

i don't think The Lamb did, at least not directly. they got away mostly with a lot of ducking and hiding and redirection, though they probably got at least one person stuck in a trap laid for The Lamb

Juno absolutely did. 100% no questions. they killed at least a couple people in their various attempts to escape

15. How does your lamb prefer to keep their wool? Short and shorn neat? Wild and untrimmed? Be honest are there branches in that bitch?

The Lamb keeps their wool a like... manageable length, overall, not close-shaven but pretty short, plus a longer section on the back of their head that they style like hair. the one time i drew them they also had bare arms from about mid-bicep down. slightly thicker wool in the winter

for Juno, they keep themselves a little fluffier, mostly bcus Narinder likes to knead on them lmao. they Absolutely get shit stuck in their wool but they Love taking time to take care of it after crusades

31. Is your lamb ever honest about their feelings or past? With who?

The Lamb has never been honest about their feelings once, with anyone. ... well okay, maybe a Little bit with Ratau. but no one else. fuck that. being vulnerable got them killed once and they're not particularly interested in having a repeat experience (later down the line, they open up to Narinder a little, but it takes a lot of convincing and reciprocal feelings sharing)

Juno is honest with exactly three (3) people: Narinder, Aegis (the Goat), and Ratau. in varying ways, and about varying topics. they're the most honest with Narinder, but there are things they don't like talking with him about, and those tend to go to Ratau. things about their divinity tend to go to Aegis bcus the two of them are going through something similar

43. How does your lamb deal with dissenters?

The Lamb takes great care to make sure dissenters Do Not Happen. everyone is fed, rested, and heard long before they could have anything to complain about, and those with disbelief in their hearts often find the following few sermons... quite specific (and anyone who cannot be dealt with this way... well, they'll be grateful the next time around, won't they?*). dissenters are rare, and some think that the tales passed through the generations about them are to scare misbehaving children

*edit for context: a whole thing with The Lamb is that they do not allow their followers eternal death. every single follower, whether their death natural or by divine hand or otherwise, is put into the List, and they each come back to life in time.

Juno makes examples of particularly harsh dissenters. those who can be captured are captured and reeducated, those who can be talked down are talked down and brought to the light, and those who cannot do either are struck down to prove to any harboring similar thoughts that they are Quite the god they swear to be

[cedarxwing]

8, 19, 22 for the Hannibal asks 😊

Thanks, Dia! <3

Questions from this ask game.

8. Favorite dish?

Oh, you might hate me for this, but Bedelia's leg is hands down the most stunning and emotionally impactful dish. For a nasty book fan like me, eating someone while they're sat at the dinner table is quintessentially Hannibal, and while the scenes with Gideon are beautiful in their own way, they can't compare to how absolutely radiant Gillian Anderson is in that post-credits scene.

Janice Poon's food styling is impeccable and sooo romantic, with pomegranates, roses, flowers spilling out onto the table, and a bed of ice representing the ninth circle of hell in Dante's Inferno (positioning Bedelia as the ultimate betrayer). And the ti leaves studded with blackberries are gorgeous! Honestly, were her leg still attached, Bedelia could wear it as is to the Met Gala.

Plus, a pit-roasted leg is iconic (I head canon that Will dug the pit because Hannibal was too injured from his bullet wound). No dour "come from clay, return to clay" references here; this is a celebration. Also, there was a version of the script where Hannibal carved a portion of the leg and served it (see the pre-made cuts on the far left) and ahhhh I wish we could've seen that. C'est la vie.

[I feel so guilty choosing this one right in front of your salad. I promise I love Bedelia! Had Hannibal cooked and plated Will's brain in Dolce, that probably would've been my fav dish instead. I'm just a slut for the original brain-eating scene. 😭]

19. Do you relate to any character? Any lines?

I always get Bedelia when I take quizzes, and that makes sense to me! I'm reserved around people I don't know. We're both analytical and too curious for our own good. "Greed and blind optimism" lol. I'd be on that flight to Paris, too.

^ Me when I'm having a panic attack.

Also, her esoteric dialogue is so me writing meta. Girl, what are you even saying...

22. Have any personal head/heart canons that you don’t hear talked about often?

I don't hear most of my personal head canons talked about often because they're incredibly angsty! For example, I believe that:

S3b physically and mentally broke Will, and he needs Hannibal to put his pieces back together post-fall.

Post-fall Hannibal still needs to work through his past with Mischa/Abigail and his tendency to destroy the things he loves (an ever-present threat in his relationship with mentally-vulnerable Will).

Until these conflicts are resolved, they're both unstable and self-destructive, and it's a major impediment to their life on the run.

I also love the idea of toxic yuri marlana.

Basically, I want my favs to suffer as much as possible, bc that's what I find most interesting. 😇

[crown-of-roses-thsc]

1. I am so down with the copperose it's so good!! Definitely my main ship. I'm torn with shipping sven with Carol or Burt but I'm more than happy with whatever happens to them(just no more suffering please wilting chapter got me bawling 😭)

2. Who else is there to the BUT STICKING TERRENCE SUAVE!! The way you write him is so inspiring to make a hateable man and I am itching to get to my Terrence as well in my developing comic DHSC but that's so many sagas away 😭. That aside gosh you make him so hateable I love it.

3. I STICKING LOVE THE HUMOR. Take that with a grain of salt but the amount of times a dark moment happens and I'm sobbing I get a whiplash with humor and I can't stop laughing AHHHH.

I unfortunately don't have any hcs. Besides maybe Burt not liking a certain genre of comics *cough* superhero comics*cough*, that's all I've got lol. Mainly because this world feels so beautifully established and lively I don't like say ruining it with my imagination (which is very wild heh- I got a successful Terrence for crying out loud). Plus the comic is beautiful!!

I DIDN'T MENTION IT IN THE LAST TIME I REBLOGGED BUT I LOVE THE ART STYLE BEING ANTICHROMATIC! (or monochromatic I forgot which is which) and that Ellie's hair and Sven's hat stick out!!

I don't know if it's intentional but does the world get more colorful the more successful their plans get? Sven I think had the color of his hat when he joined the syndicate they have going on but then again I'm probably looking too deeply into things lol.

Sorry I went on a rant this comic is so good I love it so much gahhh

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