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[poeticpascal]

Crazier Than Him (Trevor Phillips x Reader)

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Summary: You and Trevor are a match made in heaven, as Michael knows all too well.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: these two are crazy and in love, poor Michael and Franklin, non-graphic descriptions of torture.

A/n: I've been replaying GTA V lately and was reminded of how much I love Trevor... so here ya go!

Trevor Phillips was the craziest fucker Michael had ever met.

Irrational, chaotic, unhinged. Completely incapable of regulating, understanding, his own emotions. Somehow totally deluded yet desperately nihilistic.

And when he was with you? God, somehow it got worse.

You, Trevor’s girlfriend, who waltzed into his life one day like you were always meant to be in it. That’s what he always said; “she’s a part of me, Mikey. More a part of me than I ever thought my own arm legs were.”

You egged each other on. He was mad? Better believe you were already speeding onto the street, guns loaded and knife in your hand. You were upset? Ten guys would be locked up in your basement by the end of the day, gagged and blindfolded, your boyfriend sat beside them with puppy dog eyes waiting for your next command. 

“The hell did these guys do to her?” Michael had asked, the time he heard that story (because yes, it really did happen). 

“What? Nothing. I took them from the street - I just wanted to help her feel better.”

You made each other insane, more so than you already were, because apparently impossible things can happen. Trevor was so much more… Trevor, when it came to you. He was touchy, sensitive, passionate. And he always talked about you.

“Ain’t she gorgeous, Mikey? Huh?”

Michael wasn’t falling into that trap again. “Sure, T.” He just sighed, hoping that his friend would back down.

“The fuck is that s���posed to mean? You don’t think she’s pretty? ‘Fuck is wrong with you? Franklin, you know what I’m talkin’ about, right?”

“F, don’t-” Michael tried to warn, but it was too late. 

“Yeah dog, shit, she’s crazy, but she’s damn fine.”

Trevor’s face soured immediately as he quickly stomped the short distance between him and Franklin and pointed a finger in the younger man’s face. “Mhm… so you’re sayin’ you wanna fuck my fuckin’ wife? Huh? That what you’re fucking saying, Frank?!”

“T, calm the fuck down!” Michael yelled, and Trevor changed course. “For starters, you fuckin’ asked. And secondly, she ain’t even your wife! She’s just your girlfriend!”

And oh boy, was that the wrong thing to say.

“She’s just- WHAT?! You think I couldn’t marry her, Mikey? How about I marry my fist into your FUCKING-”

Yeah. Franklin learned pretty damn quickly not to give in to Trevor’s provocations after that.

And you? You were no different. Hell, you were worse.

“So, uh, how’d you two meet?” Michael asked, sitting uncomfortably beside you in the back of the chopper. Trevor had insisted you should ride beside him in the front, but Michael knew all too well by now that nothing could get in the way of you both getting… frisky. And he certainly wouldn’t put it beyond you both to get down to business while Trevor’s flying a fucking helicopter across the city - so he put his foot down, instead leaving a very frazzled Franklin to sit next to your boyfriend.

“You really wanna know, Mikey?” Trevor shouted, grinning like a maniac.

Michael groaned. “God, I guess not. Lord knows you probably threatened to eat her left calf or somethin’-”

“The fuck did you just say?” You sneered from beside him, eyes locked on and a violence in them Michael had only ever seen in one others’; the psycho flying this fucking chopper.

“It was a joke, sweetheart-” there was a knife to his throat before he could finish his sentence, already digging in so harshly he could feel droplets of blood start to fall.

You’d all but jumped from your seat, leaning all your weight into the blade against the man’s skin. “You wanna say that again, sweetheart? You think mocking my man’s funny, do ya?”

Michael looked desperately between yourself and the men in the front; Trevor just smiled, and he knew him well enough by now to know he was getting turned on by your display of aggression. And Franklin… well, he’d learned to keep his mouth shut, hadn’t he?

“You think makin’ fun of your friend is funny, Michael? Think you’re better than him?” You sneered. 

“No! For fuck sake, no. It was a joke, alright?”

You finally relaxed, releasing your grip on his throat and returning to your seat. Michael quickly wiped at his wound; superficial, but it stung like a bitch.

“I think he’s jealous, baby,” you laughed, and Michael couldn’t have hidden his incredulous stare if he tried.

“Mhm…” Trevor replied, his attention completely deviated from the helicopter he was piloting now. He was only focussed on you. “Think we should taste a chunk outta his thigh, eh, sugar?”

Franklin tried to suppress his snicker, though Michael caught it, but he was more concerned with the way you watched him now, a malicious glint in your eye. “Oh, I think that’d be fun.”

Yeah. That’s you two. Loved up, drugged up, hopeless romantics who somehow fit together in spite of everything. It was sweet, really, in a twisted sort of way.

And of course, you egged each other on. How couldn’t you? Just when Michael thought both of you had reached your psychopathic limits, you outdid yourselves, every single time.

“How about we do this by the book, huh?” Trevor grinned, pacing back and forth before the half-conscious man, his chair creaking as he slumped to the side. The tape around his wrists and ankles were just about the only things keeping him upright at this point.

You and Michael sat on fold-up chairs to the side. A third one sat empty beside you; Franklin had left a little while earlier, around the time Trevor picked up the wrench, his stomach unable to handle the torture that was unfolding before him.

You’d chosen to sit back, letting Trevor “have his fun”, as you’d put it. Michael did all he could to stay silent in his chair - he was outnumbered now, and certainly didn’t want to get into a shouting match with you both over what was right and wrong. You needed information from this guy - believing him to be an ally of the late Steve Haines - and he was stubborn to say the least.

Still,  Trevor had been overly brute with the man, who was beyond speaking a coherent thought at this point. The maniac grinned, picking up the blood-splattered jerry can and removing the cloth from the spout, tipping the hostage’s chair upright. “A little waterboarding never hurt anyone, huh?”

“No, Trevor!” You shouted, and Michael jumped out of his skin. You’d left your seat, storming across to your boyfriend who just stared at you in shock, grabbing the can from his hands and placing it back on the table.

Michael sighed - perhaps finally, for all the craziness the both of you shared, you’d hit a limit. The man couldn’t cope with anymore, wouldn’t be useful to you now beyond enjoying the assault on his fragile body, and while Trevor was happy to do just that it seemed you’d put your foot down and-

“You know that’s fucking legal, right? And for good reason. Ain’t nothing good can come from waterboarding the son of the bitch. May as well take him for a day at the park, Trev.” You sneered, all but prancing around the small cart that held each item of torture your boyfriend had picked out.

You grinned, and Michael buried his head in his hands. He knew you well enough by now to know any ounce of humanity he’d hoped for was nonexistent in your mind. The pliers you chose were weighty in your hand, strong, and when you strolled your way to the barely-there shell of a man before you, Trevor could only match the wild look in your eyes,

“Let me show you how it’s really done.”

And that’s how the both of you went along; killing, stealing, running. A fucked up Bonnie & Clyde, Michael always thought. And for all the misery you caused, and all the history between him and Trevor, he’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him feel a certain way to know that even the worst pair of fuckers he’d ever met could find each other.

Yeah, Trevor Phillips was the craziest fucker Michael had ever met. Until he met you.

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Another wade x Floyd fic ⚠️

Wade laid restlessly on the couch,the silence of the apartment so loud it was deafening.Wade was bored, and trevor had abandoned him to do business and floyd leaving to run errands. The boredom was getting too much to handle,his phone was broken, and his pockets were empty with no meth to use,he has to appease it elsewhere.

With a groan he peeled himself off the couch and wandered aimlessly throughout the home before finding himself in Floyd's room,giving Mr.Rapsberry jam a little wave before he yanked open the tall dresser with no concern for Floyd's privacy. It was quite boring to say the least, his clothes were all put together neatly, pants on the top shelf and shoes at the bottom next to the dirty laundry basket,it actually disappointed wade at how bland it was,he was hoping to see something silly for once with his cousin but the only thing that stuck out was the pinke pajamas woth blue stars,but he's seen it before on floyd so it wasn't new.

He looked back at the teddy bear, its pink underwear and face caked with dried semen from whatever trevor had done to it. "What do you think Mr.Raspberry jam?" He asked the bear,it only stared back at him with the shiny black eye.

Wade tapped his fingers on the door of the dresser,taking a moment to think.

He eyed out the basket,seeing Floyd's flannel and jeans,sparking an idea in his head. He slipped his pants down,letting it fall to his ankles ,kicking it to the side before pulling his jersey off.

He reached into the basket,pulling out the dirtied clothes.

The jeans went on first,the jeans were slightly worn at the bottom of the legs, and Wade had to hold it up to his hips. The flannel went on next ,slipping his arms into it before buttoning it up just like Floyd. The clothes were slightly too big on him as he was slightly thinner than floyd,not by much but enough to be noticeable. Wade looked in the cracked mirror. He thought it all looked silly on him,the boring clothes abnormal to what he normally wears. He took a breath in,And then another deeper breath. He pulled the shirt up to his nose and sniffed it. He smelt some musk along with cologne. He wasn't used to that smell,he was more familiar with the nice and fancy cologne that floyd sprayed himself with. The new smell was good. He never smelt any odor from floyd, so it was a nice change for once.

He held the fabric to his face as he sat on the bed to enjoy the new scent ,putting Mr.raspberry jam on his lap "I never would've thought a man like that even had BO" he chuckled to himself,feeling his body get hot with each breath. He quietly moaned into the red fabric,looking at the teddy bear he held. His mind and body began to scream for attention, but the only one nearby was the plush teddy he would have to do for now.

He scooted back onto the bed,sitting Mr.raspberry jams onto his back,wade straddling the bear and resting himself on it. He began to grind on it,the rough fabric of the jeans against wades cunt,adding to the feeling. He watches the bear squished between his thighs,looking quite helpless under wade "Mmm-Floyd-" he pulls the shirt back up to his face,quietly moaning into it.

He shut his eyes tightly, letting his imagination run wild as he assaulted the teddy bear. He imagined floyd under him, a red sweaty mess with frantic breathing,he could see the panicked look on his cousins face like he always has,his quivering mouth letting out whimpers and timid moans as he clawed his fingernails into the sheets. It was all so vivid in wades head he almost forgot who was actually under him.

He lifted himself off,pulling himself off the bed as he held Mr.raspberry jam tightly in his arm. The pants hitting the floor almost immedietly as he stood up. He stepped out of the bedroom,wandering around looking for something once again,but what? He wasn't sure,he was hoping to find something that caught his eye,something a bit more exciting to do,maybe something new.

He laid his eyes on the table,specifically the tables corner,slightly rounded so it wasn't sharp and pointed. Thinking back,he remembered videos of women pushing themselves up against the table,using the corners to satisfy their needs. If they could do that then wade thought he could aswell. He sat the plush bear down on the table, he pressed himself against the corner,feeling the cold wood on his hot flesh,made him tense up "Fuck- cold-" he leaned forward,putting pressure on his sensitive body "Ahh-" The feeling was new,familiar but new. He rocked himself back and forth,the texture of the wood wonderfull against his clit.

Wades rocking began to get quick and almost desperate, the table under him squeaking against the floor as he began to grind and hump the corner like a feral animal in heat. He took the bear and held it tightly In his arms as he laid his head down. He laid on the table like a meal ready for who ever comes through that door.

He heard the jingling of keys and he seized the animalistic thrusting,waiting patiently. The door opening and shutting, the lock clicking back into place. The sound of boots quietly and gently walking across the wooden floor in the hallway,it wasn't trevor,trevor stomped and made sure his presence was known. Wade didn't need to look to know it was floyd ,returning home to be greeted with the sight of wade. Floyd turned the corner and audibly gasped ,dropping the bag in his hand to slap his mouth shut,wade sat up as he peeled himself away from the table, turning around and resting his back on the wooden surface.

"W-wade?! What in God's green earth are you doing to debras table?!...and in my...shirt?-" Floyd's eyes trailed down,going from wades red face,to his wrinkled flannel shirt loosely hiding wades body,and finally looking between wades legs. Wade spread himself wider ,inviting floyd in,finding his cousins suddenly reddened face cute and funny.

"Cmon cous,I've been bored all day- what else was I supposed to do?" He gently rubbed himself,watching the flustered man fight with himself, floyd considered running away ,but his dick started to speak for him again,telling him to finish with wade couldn't.

He hesitantly took a few steps forward,inching his way closer before finding himself between wades legs. Wade hugged the bear as he watched Floyd's hands, shaking as they struggled to unzip his jeans.

He finally pulled his cock out,already hard and dripping with precum. Wade was getting impatient,he wanted it now.

Floyd finally mustered up the courage as he pushed the tip in, practicly gliding in smoothly. Wade tightened himself around the cock,feeling his own walls mold around Floyd "FUCK- Floyd fuck me! Please!" He jerked his head back ,as a panicked floyd tried to cover wades mouth "wade!? We have neighbors!-" He spoke in a hushed tone.

Wade felt Floyd's hand hold onto his hip,as he began to thrust,slow and steady. The lack of speed was agonizing, it was too slow,wade wanted him now and this was torture. He wrapped his legs around the other man,forcing him closer "FLOYD I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME FASTER!" He shouted again,no not shouted,he demanded him. Floyd hushed him again in a panic "ok ok please don't be loud!" He swallowed hard,his hips going back as far as he could, before slamming them into wade,again,and again,and again. For a timid man,he really could fuck hard,and wade could feel it.

He gripped the edge of the table,his back arching and his legs lifting up in the air.

He trembled under floyd,his body shivering as he felt himself get closer to his climax,as the once hesitant floyd put all he could into each thrust,practicly slamming into wades pelvis.

Floyd moaned and whimpered, the feeling starting to become too much for him, he's never fucked like this before and it was overwhelming.

Tears rolled down his cheeks,burning his skin as they went down. Wade reached up,pulling floyd down by the jacket,forcing him into a sloppy kiss,floyd didn't fight it and instead went into the kiss. Wade shoved his tounge past Floyd's lips,catching floyd off gaurd. Floyd never kissed like this,he thought it was such a lewd way to show affection,but at this point why would he care anymore,he's already going to hell so he minus well explore the sin before getting prosecuted for it in a firey pit of torment.

Wade tasted Floyd's mouth,getting the hint of something minty,most likely from gum. Floyd rolled his eyes back,feeling wades tounge in his mouth added a confusing erotic feeling ontop of the over whelming sex for the poor man.

He gave a final thrust before his body couldn't take it anymore. He loudly moaned,with wades kiss muffling what sounded like a scream. But wade was soon to follow after,his legs shaking as he felt himself orgasm.

Everything slowed down again,Floyd slowly pulling himself out, the lack of floyd inside of wade made him feel empty while also feeling stuffed,a confusing but familiar feeling. Floyd carefully helped wade into the bathroom,getting the both of them cleaned up.

Floyd helped wade into the bedroom,taking off both of their clothes to toss it into the basket,giving wade a company t-shirt and a old pair of jogger shorts. Floyd dressed himself with a sweater and sweatpants. He had a whole day planned,running errands and doing chores but that was quickly scrapped,he was tired now,and he just wanted to rest.

He scooted into bed,the bed squeaking under his added weight as he held wade in his arms, his slow breathing nearly in sync with wades. He knew this was wrong,but this was the first time in years where some one made him feel so good,he was scared to lose that feeling of happiness again.

[titobitex]

Engraved Chain Swings

Niko and Brucie ambled along the dimly lit streets of Liberty City, their steps unsteady and their drunken laughter as loud as ever. The two were buzzed from the amount of drinks they had just a few moments prior and decided that walking it off would do them some good.

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The pair had been wandering aimlessly for a while now, enjoying the freedom of being intoxicated with no responsibilities to tie them down - for now, atleast.

Neither of them had a car, since they had walked to the bar instead. When Niko suggested stealing one instead, Brucie quickly scolded him and gave him a hard no. Niko would've ignored such a warning and done whatever he pleased, but since he was trying to get his act together, he figured he'd listen to his steroid junkie boyfriend instead.

"Fuck, Nicky, I'm getting tired..." Brucie groaned, trailing sluggishly behind Niko as they walked down the sidewalk. His voice was tinged with a touch of irritation, but Niko knew that his boyfriends complaints were merely a product of the long day they had.

Niko slowed down and looked over his shoulder, "Really? You? Brucie Kibbutz, tired? I never thought I'd hear those words from you." The Serbian turned around fully and crossed his arms playfully, watching Brucie be his overdramatic self.

"Oh, fuck you, Niko! Can we just.. sit down or something? Fuck, man." Brucie grumbled, clearly exhausted.

"Here, hold my hand. I'll find somewhere -" Getting closer to Niko, Brucie grabbed onto the man's jacket sleeve as he had trouble keeping his balance.

"Carry me. I don't wanna walk anymore, man." he muttered, desperate to take a break. Niko looked around for a moment, then at Brucie. He wasn't in the best state of mind, but definitely wasn't too drunk. He rejected his boyfriend though, telling him he'll carry him on the way home instead. Brucie gave a skeptical expression, causing Niko to chuckle.

"I'm good for it. I promise, Brucie." 

Bruce nodded, puffing his chest out as he roared, "Alright, I trust you, man. Let's roll!"

[nevergonnasimpyoumikey]

“So everything should be fine, right? Happy wife, happy family, and all that,” he said dryly. The silence after the question was tense. He continued firmly, getting to the point. “I thought you’d be happy, Michael. You got everything you dreamed of.”

He stared emptily into the distance. “Maybe I was dreaming of the wrong things.”

Suffocating in Ao3

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Long time no commission and I missed it so much! Thank you @prim42 for sharing the love for these depressed fucks with me :'D <333

[southern-sighthound]

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[finemealcreates]

Loss Like A Severed Limb Fanart

Made fanart for my friend @littlestartopaz's fic "Loss Like A Severed Limb" for an art game we did on @haunting-heroes-creative-games's server! Uhh ... spoilers, this is a mini comic that spoils the ending of the fic

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Request: either Michael or Trevor with a plus size girl reader? Extremely vague request lol but I’d love to see what you come up with. I’m always craving some body worship in this fandom!! Thank you (and sorry if my English isn’t the best)

MICHAEL LOVERS, COME GET YOUR JUICES NOW!

Summary: You always felt insecure about your body, but the way he'd touch and look at you had made this fear completely vanish.

TW: -Smut

Pairings: Plus sized!fem Reader/Michael De Santa

Word count: 844

His masculine hands hovered the skin of your shaky thighs. He had you lying underneath, body exposed and the natural light of sunset enhancing your bodily glow. His lips trailed slow kisses down your tummy rolls where it would shiver against his touch. The part of your body which you try and avoid showing, he was taking great care in loving you.

“Michael…” You whisper to gain his attention. But you earnt no response.

Michael reached the tip of your pussy, his warm breath penetrating you.

“C’mon… Mikey,” Another attempt of pleading, “I need you, so bad.”

He raised a thumb and inspected your wetness before smiling up at you. Although he was usually distant and… Sexually deprived, you’ve never seen him so romantic. He had jokingly touched you all night and here you both are, huddling his bed naked.

“So, you need me now?” He’d tease.

“This isn’t funny…” You wanted to shy away at his tormenting behaviour. He grinned at your reaction before hoisting you up by the waist. Your thighs began to cuddle his waist and Michael leaned over, hands exploring your body, favouring your thick curves that slid right through his fingers.

“C’mere.” He murmured, ushering you closer where he passionately kissed your wobbly lips.

Your hands tangled the back of his black suit. You tried to grip but it was loosened when he pulled away. Already whining at the loss of contact, it was soon replaced by the sound of his belt and trousers being shuffled around. He allowed you to help. Michael watched the way you’d threw his trousers aside and simply praise the sight of his cock that was throbbing unremarkably. Ever since Amanda failed to contribute to his sex-life, he found home in your touch, that attachment slowly becoming romance.

“God…” A small moan left his lips as you stroked the tip of his penis. 

You’d whisper again, whispering words of encouragement, hoping he’d give into this game and fuck you nice and hard. You kept on whispering his name and adding pressure to the hand around his cock. It would have complete spasms within the reach of your palm, and without notice, he was already lining himself up, pinning your arms above your head.

“Mikey!”

He demanded you to be quiet, with that sly smirk, and pushed into you. Michael’s pupils dilated as your breasts shook together when being thoroughly penetrated. He stared down at your curves and thick features, finding it utterly beautiful as they’d all move with the tides of his thrusts. So much so, he couldn’t stand anymore space between you. Michael wrapped your legs around his waist and praised when you moaned louder and louder.

“Good… Good girl… Taking me in so well.” He’d lowly mention.

Another pant turned into breathless words. You squirmed and tried to reach for his wrists that held onto your stomach and breast.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” Michael met your hand, intertwining fingers and immediately soaking his heart out – something he always struggles to do. It was heaven to hear. You wanted to return his expressive speech, but a high-pitched moan stopped you. Despite being romantic and passionate, he was also rocking into you brutally.

“Fuck, fuck!”

“C’mon, [y/n], God! I feel so good…”

You nibbled your bottom lip and closed your eyes. The bed squeaked underneath you as he carried on fucking you perfectly. Your thoughts fell back onto his words, his occasional words of affirmation when in heat. Looking up at his blushed face, you made eye-contact, and you pulled him towards you, lips greeting each other’s. At first, he seemed hesitant, but Michael gave in and kissed back with such euphuism. His hands travelling up your body and beside your head, trapping you. He kept his body stable above you as them hips continued swerving with great strength. Your pussy was already dripping with the cum he caused from the constant edging earlier on. You couldn’t help but murmur your upcoming climax, in which he replied;

“M'yeah… I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum too – “ His words broken at the impact of his suppressed emotions.

He steadily carried on before it was safe to pull out. Michael grinded his bare crotch against your thigh and watched the cum squirt out, painting your skin white. In the meantime, you had also orgasmed heavily. You’d moan his name and hold his head close to your neck. Mikey was breathing frantically and made little noise, but the sounds that did escape, it was small whines that sounded similar to the syllables of your name.

“Ah… Ahh, yeah.” He murmured in your neck, his body collapsing onto yours.

Though sore, you felt great. Your body felt worshipped. Michael’s arms were draped around you tightly and you couldn’t help but keep him close.

“I love you.” You finally managed to expression.

He went silent before glancing up and giving you a calm smile. He didn’t say anything, but you knew he loved you back. He just stayed in your arms and continued stroking your frame with his rough hands.

[miranita]

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please this was so good

[foursaints]

Saints, I saw your Necrophilia post and I have a fic recommendation for you if you are interested. It is not Rosekiller unfortunately, BUT, it’s arguably a much more fucked up pairing (it’s so good, I know it’s weird but just give it a chance!). It’s called read my eulogy by sassysquatch and it’s 100/10. It has this creepy little Harry who was forever changed by the killing curse and he is soooo your Evan coded. It has tons of Addams family vibes and makes Harry a necromancer. It is really such a well written fic if you’re looking for something unique and a little twisted. If it’s not your vibe that’s all good too! I just saw that post and thought of it immediately

oh wow!! i gave this a cursory once-over as soon as you sent this ask, and was instantly absorbed... thank you so so much for the rec! this is exactly my vibe and i will be reading for the 1-2 business days

[zach-is-an-alien]

*slams this down*

Ok so I decided to write (I only got the one chapter down)

the fic in question

Inspired by

[nevergonnasimpyoumikey]

“Oh, no, I know nothing impresses Mister Tough Yugoslavian Guy. I wouldn’t even dare try, Niko boy.”

Niko smiled a little mischievously at that. “Not nothing. There are ways to impress me.”

“Yeah?” Packie lifted his eyebrows suggestively, and Niko’s smile widened at that. Packie glanced toward the corridor, making sure no one was looking at their cell, then nudged Niko’s leg with his foot and purred, “Maybe I’ll impress you with my mouth when the lights go out.”

More Moments in Ao3

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Commissioned @thenoman-sland for this scene from mine and @despitethecold 's roleplay and then turned the scene into a small ficlet because <3333333 Yeah. In love.

[vinewoodclassics]

Okay I am. moderately nervous about this but I posted a michael character study fic and i wanted to share it here in case anyone was interested

I’ve never posted a fic before so i am admittedly a little scared But! gotta fly the nest eventually. if any of you decide to give it a read then i hope you enjoy

[trevortism]

this was SO GOOD i flew through it & the characterisation is spot on 💟💟