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𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄

pairing: 90s!liam gallagher x fem!tennis player!oc

summary: in which they probably shouldn't have ever been a thing, but liam and lottie don't really care that much

word count: 2.19k

warnings: swearing, allusions to sexual content, fade to black smut bc it makes me uncomfy sorryy ++ links to the 'fern and noel' saga

he didn't know how it ended up the way it did, but fuck was he happy about it.

when they were younger he would stand on the side of the court behind a net at the tennis centre twenty minutes away from burnage on the train for her county matches. now he sat in guest boxes and spent time not rehearsing and recording plane hopping from open to open, tournament to tournament watching the way her agile feet jumped along the clay staining the soles of her white tennis shoes red.

she acted in turn thought and for that liam was thankful. watching her launch the ball from serve to return over the net was exhausting, but he knew the training and flying to catch the occasional gig was worse and he didn't know how she did it: give a blinder of a performance at the wimbledon grand slam finals and then land in lisbon to see him perform after her hours of press campaigns.

in liam's eyes, lottie could do no wrong; she was perfect in every sense of the word back when they'd started dating in secondary school. she'd offered to help him to pass his ppe's at the pleasure of his mam, she didn't smoke or do drugs at house parties, wouldn't touch a drop of alcohol until she was of legal age and even still it was rare enough to see her do it.

training took up every week night as well as all day saturday, she worked at the bar at the boardwalk in the evening (ironically she was a dab hand at making a blinder of a cocktail) and dedicated sunday to her homework followed by perfecting her serve stance and follow through.

lottie had everything going for her, something that she made clear she wished he had too. many a time she'd be sat with liam late at night, after her shift at the boardwalk, in the middle of the grassy patch in the children's play ground. "someone'll notice you eventually, i know they will. everyone who's seen you loves you."

liam pulled a handful of grass up with his hands out of frustration, a half burnt out cigarette hung between his lips that she couldn't keep her eyes off. "dicks aren't writing about us, though. no-one south of hale or north of oldham knows who we are."

three weeks later, liam had interrupted her training session. he cut off her backhanded serve and pulled her shoulders to him to kiss her soundly as lottie's tennis instructor yelled at him to leave. liam pulled away, grinning brighter than she'd ever seen him, "we've got a record deal, lotts. creation want to work with us, they've signed us!"

a grin split her cheeks right in two. lottie flung her arms around his neck, stood right on the tips of her toes to keep a balance her instructor would have been proud of had he seen it out into action in another other given situation. he blew sharply on the brass whistle hanging on a loop around his neck, hands on his hips as he glared lottie down. she withdrew and whispered a select congratulations in his ear and pushed liam away towards the gate he'd bulldozed through, with a kiss to the pulse point on his neck

lottie was training for the french open when she was called over to the reception desk, hot and sweaty with her hair stuck to the back of her neck, to take a phone call. "hello?" she questioned down the line, rolling her ankles so she could jog back to the clay courts and hit the ground running. she nearly lost her grip on her racquet, slipping through her fingers to collide with her trainers, when liam laughed down the line. "hey lotts, you wouldn't mind paying out my bail would ya love?"

"i thought you were going to belgium," she managed to splutter out, "what did you do to get arrested on a ferry?"

"bit of a long story, babe, but can you pay it?"

she sighed and pinched her nose. "fine, yes. but seriously, liam, this is the last time i'm going to do it. if i find out this has anything to do with you snorting one before boarding you'll be out of my flat and onto your arse faster than you can blink."

on the other end of the line, standing against a pay-phone in a belgian police station, liam adjusted has stance against the pillar. he sat down on one of the wooden slated benches lining the concrete walls and tried to cover his crotch. he chewed his lip in thought, laughing fakely at something bonehead shouted, and his voice turned sombre. "it's not. promise. just had too much to drink an' all that, having a bit of fun before r'kid turns into commander and fuckin' chief."

he heard her heavy sigh and his heart sank. liam had no doubt in his mind that he would be out on the end of astrid's boot in a second if he didn't clean up his act. "i mean it, li. one whiff of cocaine being found in my house and the confederation won't let me compete. i'll phone alan and tell him i'm paying out your bail. you can call me when you get back." lottie hung up on him and handed the receiver back to honey, who was sat behind the desk and messing with the crucifix around her neck pretending like she hadn't overheard any of the conversation.

out on the courts and with little under two months until her first match of the french open, lottie bounced from service to base line, firing fuzzy balls back to over the net while the red clay stained the hem of her whites. she scratched her racquet more times than was necessary to lunge for the ball, while shooting up and zipping around the boxes as she worked harder against the machine.

sometimes during their rigorous training jamie, her coach of seven years, would start loud shouting conversations while lottie was working her arms and thighs. he argued it helped her maintain good breathing regulation and improved concentration, because viewers in the stands could be distracting at the best of times. "so what's new with the rock star, then?"

she grunted as she sent another ball flying over the net and into the wire fence surrounding the court, skidding on her toes in pursuit of the next only an arm's stretch away, "nothing. the twat's only gone and got himself arrested because he got pissed on an over night ferry. 'this is the last time, babe, i promise'", she mimicked in a high pitched voice, "like hell it is."

"ah." jamie ran a finger over the hair he was trying to grow out on top of his lip, "has the brother been in touch yet?" a cold wind shot through the air and he pulled up the zip of his tracksuit closer to his neck. lottie's back flared up in goosebumps but she kept moving, running around the court and rounding up the balls to pour them back into the funnel of the dispensing machine. "no, but i'm expecting a call soon. when one phones the other usually follows suit."

astrid pounded at the treadmill in the gym of her hotel in paris, five minutes away from the large clay court stadium she'd thrashed each of her opponents on. she'd played her way to the final three days and came away relatively unscathed, apart from a strain in her serving wrist that a quick round of physio patched back up. lindsay, an american who was in the running for the doubles championship, was using a bike next to her.

between the two of them they shared an earbud each, stemming from a cassette player settled on the window sill and balancing in the middle of their sponsored water bottles. all of a sudden liam's voice crackled through her ear, and lottie shook her head as she cranked up the incline under foot. lindsay looked at her out of the corner of her eye, cycling as if her life depended on it. "not a fan?" she inquired, bringing down the gears to loosen the tension burning in her calves.

"it's not that," she panted, pushing through the blister forming on her heel, "i just can't believe you are. they're bastards, all of them."

lindsay gradually brought her legs to a stop, taking a moment to bring down her breathing before swinging over the seat to stand up, "i thought you were going out with one of the brothers."

"oh, i am," the incline increased again, "but it doesn't mean i can't call them that." lottie brought the treadmill down until she was walking on a flat line, and took a large sip of water. she looked at her watch and checked the pedometer hooked over her shorts by her hip and started to gather her things. lindsay moved to grab a skipping rope and stretched out her arms behind her back.

"and speaking of whom, i'm off. they should be here by now, good luck for tomorrow if i don't see you."

"and you, lotts. i've heard martínez is training hard, she won't give you an easy run."

lottie zipped her fitted jacket halfway up and tucked her thumbs into the loops around her wrists. "i know. see you on the podium." she left the gym with the two plaits her hair had been tied in laying over her shoulders. in the lift, lottie brushed her eyebrows back into place and checked her watch again, sidestepping a confederation official on the way out into the lobby.

she rocked back and forth on her heels near enough away from the reception desk so as not to look like she was loitering, but close enough to be saved if there were any photographers crouched in a bush with a long-range lens.

as lottie was attempting to push back a cuticle on her nail, she heard liam first rather than seeing him. his loud voice disrupted the peace of the hotel, earning him a disapproving glance from the bellboys and an even dirtier look from noel who was sulking behind, face like thunder.

liam sauntered into the lobby with his sports bag slung lazily over his shoulder, and his eyes were drawn to the dip of lottie's tits first before her smile. she wrapped her arms around him and sighed heavily in content, taking his congratulations on her progress in the open to heart. then she drew away and went to hug noel, who visibly recoiled.

"what's up with you?"

"nowt." he grumbled, shuffling around with room keys.

liam scoffed. "like fuck it's nowt. you're just in a mard because fern broke up with ye'." noel looked like he was ready to hit his brother square on the nose, but was restraining greatly. lottie tried not to sound too sympathetic when she consoled him.

"look i don' want to fuckin' hear it from you either, lotts, no offence. now is there an offie 'round here, i'm dying for a cig and i haven't got nowt."

lottie furrowed her brow in thought and tried to ignore liam looking at her out of the corner of her eye as if he wanted to jump on her right there and then in the glossy lobby.

she crossed her arms under her chest to push up her tits more, just to wind him up. liam discreetly adjusted the way he was standing. "err, yeah. i think there's one just down the road."

"cheers."

noel had sped away before he could even ask someone to take his bag up to his room. liam grumbled out 'lazy cunt' as he made a show of hauling it over his other shoulder, herding lottie into the lift with a hand over her chest.

as soon as the mirrored doors slid shut and they felt movement, liam was attacking lottie with a kiss so searing she felt breathless within seconds.

"missed you so fuckin' much," he mumbled, moving to ravage her neck.

when the lift doors slid open again she dragged him back to her room with her hands on the back of his neck, pushing noel's bag off is shoulder and leaving it abandoned outside his room. liam's hands were roaming over her arse and he withdrew the room key from her back pocket, scanning it before shoving her inside.

"all that time away from you was fuckin' torture," he groaned as her nails dragged down his stomach and traced the low-hanging waistline of his jeans, "need you now, babe." he sighed against her chest as lottie slowly unbuckled his belt, his hand weakly climbing her torso to palm at her tits through her tight jacket.

lottie smirked, "if being this far away from me turns you into this much of a mess, liam," at this she walked him over to her bed to sink down between his legs, following the seam of his jeans up his thighs and to his exposed boxers, "i'm going to have to get competing more often."

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I love this game and I love Mychael so much !!❤🍄💚

(And thanks for all your sweet comments dear people, it makes me so happy ♡)

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The sillies

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˖ ࣪ ⊹ ( 🍓 )The idea stays in my mind, thinking a little and drawing MR!Mychael, I thought about his role as a yandere.

I have the idea that by already having affection for MC, just like Mychael, he will develop attachment to MC, but with the difference that he could be a little more possessive.

He is somewhat reluctant to even think of another way other than defense, but MC makes him feel warm, too much... Maybe he doesn't want you to go away from him, he is very suspicious of this new feeling, to the point that he becomes a little more violent in keeping you by his side, after all, he can no longer manipulate you, he must opt for other methods, perhaps not as effective.

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˖ ࣪ ⊹ ( 🍓 ) La idea se queda en mi mente, un poco pensando y dibujando a MR!Mychael, pensé en su rol como yandere.

Tengo la idea que al ya tener cariño a MC, igual a Mychael, desarrollará apego a MC, pero con la diferencia de que podría ser un poco más posesivo.

Es algo reacio ya en siquiera pensar en otra manera que no sea en defensa, pero MC lo hace sentir cálido, demasiado... Quizás no quiera que se aleje de él, sospecha mucho de ese nuevo sentimiento, al punto de que se vuelva un poco más violento en mantenerte a su lado, después de todo, ya no puede manipularte, debe optar por otros métodos, quizás no tan eficaces

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played mushroom oasis. i desperately need more of him

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Mychael y Sam (Oc).

Sam es hombre ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ

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𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄… 𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐊?

pairing: 90s!liam gallagher x fem!oc

summary: in which the concept of a one night stand is lost to the fates of juniper willow

word count: 3.52k

warnings: drinking, vomit, allusions to sex, kissing, all the usual you would expect from a bender in the 90s, liam being an arrogant prick (we love him really) <3

one night stands usually worked well and functioned in natural order for juniper willow, and every other twenty-something in the country. get drunk, go home with someone who looked vaguely interesting in the club, wake up in the morning and face the awkward small talk. the system was clockwork and so was the aftermath, so why were the fates staring down at juniper willow trying so hard to knock her off balance?

she stumbled into the office with a hangover so bad she could hardly see straight, and security had to pull her aside when her id card didn't work at the turnstiles in the lobby. peter, the security guard, was laughing at her as he guided her to his small office. granted he did give her two paracetamol tablets, a flat bottle of half-drank coke and a paper cup filled with rich supermarket coffee, but he still laughed at her.

if moving didn't cause her stomach to turn itself inside out, she would have slugged him in the ribs.

the tinted sunglasses juniper shielded her eyes away with from the rest of the office did nothing to help her, and tony from accounts whistled at her as she slumped into the chair tucked into her small cubicle. the entire floor was split up into small boxes sprawling about, sometimes the occasional head would peek out and ask if anyone wanted a coffee, or if there was a stapler going spare.

"fuck off tone," she bit back, trying to cross one knee over the other but couldn't when she felt the recurring dull ache between her legs. "bit snappy, someone got lucky last night."

he nudged simon and ellie, a couple always in their own small world that gave hr a headache, on his way out. before she could stop herself, juniper yelled, "bite me!" and regretted it as soon as the last syllable left her mouth. the fizzing of the coke bottle irked her beyond belief, as did the clacking of fingers on keyboards all around her.

god knows what she was going to be like in the brightly lit room with a camera shutter going off constantly when the next band who were getting featured on the cover came in for photos.

juniper reached into her bag to pull out her planner, peeling the pages away from one another to reveal the date. in the middle of the page she'd written a simple word, 'oasis', in large capital letters with four think lines drawn below for emphasis. just below was the time they were coming in, 12:00, in three hours.

three hours to get over a hangover so bad she couldn't think straight. most of the time juniper hated half of the people in the office with a vengeance, but slowly they were redeeming themselves by falling silent when walking past her desk, or offering her cups of coffee with silent sympathetic smiles. normally she liked tea, but she could get over it.

at eleven o'clock, she started reviewing some of the concept art that had been left on her desk. oasis were coming in for a short shoot without the bells and whistles - it was the only condition under which they'd agreed to actually be on the cover of nme in the first place. the brothers were coming in at twelve, the rest of the band at one, and then they were going off for their interview downstairs at two.

a phone call came through to her from the wardrobe department to clarify that all she would need were some jackets and sun glasses, and they added a runner into the mix to ensure that the information reached the right people by the right time.

by the time half past had rolled around, juniper was beginning to feel better. she could walk in a straight line and didn't vomit each time she went to the loo. tony had also come by the apologise and declared peace by sliding over a warm slice of cake from the bakery by the school over the road. juniper was scraping the thick layer of chocolate icing off with her finger and licking it off as memories of the night before slowly pieced themself together in her mind.

someone from marketing had asked her through a friend of a friend if she wanted to go out, and usually juniper had a rule against going on benders during the week. however, the chance to go to the velvet rooms wasn't one to be passed up. juniper remembered getting out of a cab with a girl she vaguely knew, shivering in the cold from her skimpy skirt and glittery stilettos and warming herself up with a shot given to her "on the house" from the bartender.

ten minutes before the gallagher brothers were meant to be arriving, juniper had started to regret filling up her stomach with icing and felt the bright blue fishbowl full of alcohol she'd drunk the previous night sloshing around in her stomach. ellie had tried to talk to her about the composition plans she'd submitted for final review, but held them tight to her chest as juniper blazed right through the middle of the office and barged through the door to the staff loos with a harsh shove of her elbow.

juniper had made it into a cubicle just in time before she retched and a blue liquid came splattering into the toilet bowl. she slumped down against the cubicle door and held her head in her hands. the door creaked as ellie's soft hands rapped against the cubicle quietly, "june, are you alright?" she asked tentatively.

"peachy," she croaked back, lunging towards the toilet again as she felt another bout of bile rise. "not so peachy." ellie's heart softened. it wasn't very often juniper came back from a night out and was feeling the repercussions of it the next day. slowly, juniper stretched her legs and rose to a stand, sliding the lock and leaving the cubicle after flushing. she caught sight of ellie's watch, she only had five minutes until she had to be down in the lobby.

fucking mancunian cunts.

thankfully, ellie had supplied her with a plastic cup of water and some mints. she fluffed up her hair and slid the sunglasses down her nose again, surveying her pale, forlorn reflection in the harsh yellow light. juniper pinched sharply at her cheeks to inject rosiness and life, re-applied her lipgloss and failed to stare back at herself confidently.

the guy she'd taken home last night had been from manchester, thick proper thick accent and everything. he was cocky, too, and juniper wasn't sure if it was a northerner thing or not.

ellie gently pushed the small folder of composition sketches to her as they left the bathroom, and gave her shoulder a small reassuring squeeze before departing back to her desk. the phone rang as juniper walked past her own, wrapping two slender fingers around it to answer, "hello, this is juniper speaking?"

"hi june," clare, the receptionist, was talking back at her, "the gallaghers are here, shall i send them up or are you coming down?" sending them up would save juniper from having to brave the lift again, but greeting them in the lobby and taking them to the studio herself would give a much better impression.

she sighed heavily, "i'll come down, let them know i'll be five minutes if they wouldn't mind the wait. they can help themselves to tea if they want as well."

with shaky steps, she pushed the button for the lobby on the pannel for the lift, when the middle one slid open juniper felt like she was walking to her death. she resisted the urge to curl up into a ball in the corner and instead stood up straight, fluffing her hair up once more as she walked as confidently as she could into the lobby. with a folder tucked under her arm and her yellow tinted sunglasses pushed right up to her eyes, she locked onto two men stood in the corner by a coffee machine.

both wearing sunglasses, but whether it was by choice or they were covering up a hangover like her, she didn't know. an instinct in her was leaning towards the latter in hopes of making herself feel better.

"noel and liam gallagher, i assume?" juniper spoke as she neared them, holding her hand out. noel looked at her first, smiled tightly, and shook her hand. "yeah, that's us."

"great. i'm juniper, it's lovely to meet you both. are you ready to come upstairs so we can get this over with? i've heard neither or you are fans of this kind of thing." at this, noel's smile increased slightly. he made to follow her and thumped his brother on the back of the head to get him to join.

liam cursed his brother under his breath as he turned away from the coffee machine and dragged himself into the elevator where he nursed his head in the region noel had made sharp contact. it did nothing to help his hangover, and as he held his hand out for the nme photographer to shake he hoped she would let him keep his sunglasses on.

he nearly laughed out loud when he looked at the reflection of the three of them in the mirrored doors of the elevator. what a sight they looked in their sunglasses in crippling sates of hangover recovery. liam was about to make a snark remark that would have surely granted him another whack on the back of his head when he stopped shortly in his tracks.

the photographer looked familiar, so familiar is was scary. he'd recognise the raggedy ends of her blowout falling limp and losing shape over her shoulders from when he'd seen it splayed over a pillow as she moaned beneath him the night before, and her orange painted nails that dragged over his shoulders and neck in a darkened corner of a club toilet.

he couldn't remember her name, something like juno or julia he thought, but liam knew it was her. she had the same aura about her that he couldn't have forgotten even after stumbling back out through her front door some time around four in the morning. leaving before she'd woken up had been a bit of a dick move even he had to admit, but he was about to be part of the best band in the fucking world!

he had to live up to rock and roll standards somehow, didn't he?

part of him felt bad, but another thought it was for the best he hadn't been there that morning. the situation would have been awful, leaving and then arriving in the same place a few hours later. perhaps he should say something? only in necessary, he concluded, safe in the comfort that at least she hadn't recognised him.

juniper's head was pounding dully as she walked the gallaghers into a studio, bright white lights stabbing through the flimsy protection offered by her glasses. ellie was fiddling with a camera in the corner, and made room for juniper to lay out the concept sketches and composition proposals on the table. "ellie, this is noel and liam." she introduced, though the brothers hardly needed it. they were on the verge of being the best band in the country. "she's here to make sure we run to schedule and to get you and the rest of the band - when they arrive - to your interview on time." she spoke as ellie shook their hands and returned to her camera.

"is there anything you'd like to ask before we start? there's a few jackets we've taken from the wardrobe department if you'd like to change."

without looking up, nimble fingers darting over the buttons as she set the camera onto a tripod in the middle of the room, ellie added, "there's shirts and sun glasses if you'd like those, too." shoved against a corner of the room was a clothes rack full of stone island, fred perry and adidas. noel beelined to a blue denim jacket with a fur trim around the neck then a vintage manchester city football shirt, while his brother hung behind.

juniper was going to introduce herself as she realised she hadn't gotten a chance in the lobby, but stopped short when she saw him look up at her from the paper cup of cheap filter coffee. she hadn't just slept with any mancunian the night before, she'd only gone and slept with liam fucking gallagher.

at first she thought her mind was playing a trick on her, but on closer inspection she concluded that she hadn't. along his neck were one or two hickeys, as well as stains from her lipstick that hadn't washed away after vigorous scrubbing under the shower. his jaw was the same as well, the same one she'd ran her finger along and pulled to face her as she sat on his lap after too many shots.

if having a hangover while photographing up-and-coming music legends was bad enough, having to do it all for her one night stand was much worse. and she could hardly talk to him about it either, because ellie was keeping her to a tight schedule. thus with a sigh and a heavy lump starting to form in her throat, juniper pulled her camera towards her and began to position the brothers in various positions.

the shutter flickered for just under an hour with little to no conversation, the silence only punctuated by juniper asking liam to move a few inches to the left or to get noel to move his head back more because it looked better under the lighting that way. she changed the film three times, got them to change jackets and shirts twice and took another dose of pain killers. eventually, ellie called time. "i'll go downstairs and get the rest of the band, they should be arriving any minute now. take five minutes if you need it, be back here by five past."

a bell rang somewhere in the distance, but juniper thought it came from the secondary school over the road. stupid place to put a music magazine office really, next to a school full of kids clued up about music and pop culture when there were bands and rock stars walking in and out of the building like a revolving door. sometimes they would try and get in through the lobby, or the delivery entrance if they were trying to be clever.

excusing herself and walking down the corridor, juniper looked out a window off a short turning and watched a sea of children clad in navy blazers flood out onto the playing fields where they shouted or played football, gossiped in small circles or watched fights unfold with anticipation.

there was a sharp tap on her shoulder and through the reflection, juniper could see who it was. with a heavy sigh and a pray to a god she didn't believe him to not fuck up the interaction, juniper turned around. "listen, juno-"

immediately, she cut him off. "juniper."

"what?" liam questioned, reeling after he was sure he got her name right after debating it over and over in his head. "it's juniper. my name, but june's fine."

"oh. righ'. well, june, then . . . listen. i was goin' to say summat but i don' really remember." there was something in his head yelling at him to stop acting like a cunt, but he couldn't help it. since he'd seen june in the club the previous night, there was something about her he didn't want to let go. kissing seemed like something he wanted to do to her, but was probably a bad course of action especially if she didn't remember their encounter.

a yell in juniper's head clicked her voice into action and she spoke at the same time as him, "listen, about last night-" they both stopped to look at each other. they clearly both remembered at least one small detail from the night before, mainly who it was they'd slept with. juniper could feel the throbbing returning in full force to the front of her head, and decided to let liam speak first.

"no, you go."

"righ'. well i just wanted to say i try not to sleep with people i end up working with but sometimes it just happens and when the bird is fit, and i mean mega fit, it just sorta happens." there was a level of tiredness and, surprisingly, bewilderment about her stare up at him. perhaps it was his outspoken way, it could have been that he'd tracked her down the corridor to speak to her, but most likely it was the fact he'd even chosen to acknowledge it in the first place.

juniper couldn't believe what she was hearing. liam gallagher, blabber mouth of the century who couldn't even begin to fathom the meaning of the word 'modest', was apologising for sleeping with her. it was nice, don't get her wrong, but there was something in his words that sounded like regret and she didn't like it. not one bit.

after three minutes of endless waffle and the sound of ellie walking across the hall further down with the rest of the band trailing behind her, juniper held up her hand. "thanks, really. i appreciate you telling me you try to keep your sex life away from your work and i'm assuming you don't want people to think of you as a wet wipe, but seriously. hardly any of the men i've slept with have had the decency to bring it up if i've seen them again. and believe me, in this building it happens more than you would think-"

the movement of her shoulders being forced back into the wall behind her as liam gained in distance closer to her face startled juniper into realising he was kissing her with as much force behind it as she was throughout the night. frozen into place as liam moved his hands around as much as he wished, juniper slowly twisted around to push him as far as she could down the small part of the alcove that remained behind them. then she brought her hands up to his chest, and begrudgingly pushed herself away.

juniper looked up at him through her lashes and the lenses of her sunglasses as she fiddled coyly with the button of his jacket placed just under his chin, suddenly brimming with confidence she hoped wouldn't fail. she could see the hickeies she'd marked him with and knew it wouldn't.

liam looked down at her over the bridge of his nose smugly, grin increasing as she questioned, "what was that for?"

"couldn' think of another way to shut you up. i mean you're proper fit, don' get me wrong, but you blab enough for half of the country." juniper appeared disheartened but tried to hide it behind her furrowed brows. "is that it?" she wondered aloud.

"nah. been thinking about doin' that for a while now actually."

ellie's voice called from somewhere in the nearby distance, asking if she ("junie") had gone to the loo and if she had had she seen liam wondering about. if she had, could she please bring him back to the studio now because his brother was getting "testy".

"cunt's always gettin' testy, been testy since he came out of the fucking womb." juniper had to bite down on her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing and giving the pair way. "she'll get testy if we don't hurry up." slowly, juniper peeled away from liam's hold and began to saunter away from him.

she could feel him eyes burning holes on her back where her checked skirt met the low hem of her brown leather jacket, and called over her shoulder lowly, "if you'd started by saying you'd wanted to kiss me, i would have invited you out for a drink tonight if you weren't busy."

liam rubbed his eyes and pushed them back into his head. "i'm not busy."

"are you sure? i would've thought rock and roll stars didn't have time for that sort of thing."

"i'll make time," he rushed out, stumbling over his words at the pace they were leaving his mouth. "lots of time, all the time in the world if you want it."

"i'll think about it, would that make you feel better?"

she hadn't acted like this before, only when she'd had too much to drink and had been running the heel of her shoe up his leg throughout the night at the club, and again liam felt himself being dragged in to wanting more. the pull she had on him was too much to bear. "please, junie?" it was something foreign on his tongue, begging, to get a woman to go out with him.

juniper's eyes lit up before she pushed open the door to the studio, and suddenly her hangover wasn't feeling as brutal as it had been. "well if you insist, mr gallagher, i suppose i'll have to give you the offer won't i?"

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[jamp15]

Hey anjo, tiene algun oc? Podrias mostrarme? Quiero hacerte algo✨

Holaaa! Revivió la tiesa (Yo)

Muy sábado, pero no iba a dejar esta pregunta sin responder 😸 JSJS

No tenía Oc, asique me invente uno, agregándole algunos datos sobre Mi, por si querían saber (o se los pasan por las pelotas JAJAJ)

Aquí se los muestro Y de paso un dibujo de Mychael que hice para un video en mi cuenta de Tik Tok ♡:] (Siganme para poder pagarme la merienda, bueno no)

Los amooo, Byee♡<3 (Prometo traducirlo en inglés, nomas que soy vaga)

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I can finally rest in pieces

[mjtheg0th]

Here is Teresa, a blind girl from birth :]

[miosko-art]

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

Requests and Prompts For Fall

Hey y'all I've been working on a piece for summer, but I realize I never will finish it in time. I've been busy with college work and my new partner but I'm officially opening my request box for fall themed requests on September 22nd.

I will do:

Fluff

Yandere

Non-Yandere (not experienced at it though)

Horror themes

Angst

Slightly Spicy Things (Not really knowledgeable enough to write smut (if I did, I wouldn't really write Dominant Yanderes))

Fandoms:

JJBA

Obey Me

Total Drama

Twst Wonderland

Pokémon (Trainers and humanized Pokémon (no pokephilia))

Hetalia

Honkai Star Rail

Something's Wrong With Sunnyday Jack

Mushroom Oasis

Kid At The Back

Non-Fandoms:

Cat Cafe Ocs

Seven Deadly Reincarnation Ocs

Greek Mythology

Norse Mythology

Egyptian Mythology

Monsters (for spooky season)

Chupacabra (Still haven't written its full fic man)

Eldritch Deity creatures

[mychael-mylove]

The chicken scene <3

I made a diff version so people can put their own character insert in my Firefly-sona's space!!

You may use it freely WITH CREDITS, please.

<3