#the colors!!! like a well-loved photograph T^T

[coldshrugs]

goddamn, you look holy hit from behind with light you're a painting of a saint and i'm nervous, stumbling over my lines

@sunshinemage causes me yet another cardiac arrest with smoochy io and estinien. thank you rory, i'm never getting over this!! ♥♥♥

[thewulf]

Easy Skies || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request - Feeling cuddly so you end up cuddling Jake for the first time in the early stages of your relationships. How this would lead to them napping together? Nothing but praises and love affirmations between them. Soft kisses. Readers first kiss with Jake.

A/N: Ahhh sorry I've been gone! Been enjoying summer :)

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.7k +

T/W : None just fluff

It’s been several weeks since you and Jake officially started seeing each other. You met at a community event honoring local heroes where Jake shared stories of his missions and the places his career had taken him. Your own interest in aerial photography sparked a quick and deep conversation between the two of you leading to an instant connection.

It was going really well. The two of you taking your time with everything. He shared stories of how we was reckless in the past and you were already very cautionary with types like his. So, you tested him a bit. Only kisses on the cheek, nothing more. And he did passed with flying colors. He never pressured you, never pushed for more. But now you were ready for something more. You're spending a lazy Sunday at Jake’s apartment for the first time. His place reflects his life as a pilot. It was decorated with navigational charts. With different models of aircraft he’s flown and photographs from around the world. The walls hold framed maps marked with the various places he's visited, each one holding a story he's eager to share with you.

As the afternoon fades into evening, you both settle into the comfortable couch in his living room. The soft music playing in the background mixes with the mellow golden light streaming through the windows creating a serene atmosphere. It's a rare and quiet moment for Jake who is usually caught up in the demanding schedule of a Navy pilot. You cherish the peaceful intimacy that has formed between you. Today’s simplicity is a precious contrast to the complexities of your usual routines.

As you both relax into the couch Jake recounts a comical error from his last training exercise. He'd accidentally swapped his day’s checklist with another pilot’s which led to some light-hearted confusion and teasing from his crew.

“You seriously went through half the pre-flight with the wrong list?” you laugh while shaking your head in amusement.

“Yep,” Jake admits with a grin. “It was only when I called out the wrong coordinates that someone caught on. We all had a good laugh about it later.” The conversation winds down as you both sink into the rhythm of each other’s presence, comfortable and at ease. There’s a genuine simplicity in the way you interact, no need for constant chatter. Jake’s job as a pilot often surrounds him with high stakes and rigor making these peaceful moments particularly valuable.

“It’s nice, isn’t it? Just being able to sit and talk without rushing anywhere,” Jake comments. His tone relaxed.

“It really is,” you agree as you smiled over at him. “Especially with good company.”

He returns your smile with a warm, appreciative one of his own. As the room fills with the soft hum of a new song the day closes around you both, cozy and familiar. Like a well-loved jacket that’s been washed a hundred times. It’s easy, it’s comfortable. And right now, it’s exactly what you both need.

As the afternoon shadows stretch across the room a yawn escapes you, shifting the comfortable silence. Jake catches it and chuckles, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “Tired?” he teases before nudging you gently with his elbow.

“Maybe a little,” you admit while stretching your arms above your head. “It’s been a long week.”

Jake nods understandingly. His gaze softening. “How about we take a little nap then? Recharge a bit?”

You playfully raise an eyebrow. A smile tugging at your lips. “Only if you’re joining. I hear you’re the best pillow around here.”

Jake’s laughter fills the room, warm and infectious. “Is that so? Well, I can’t let you down then.” He shifts himself making room on the couch and pats the spot next to him "Come here," he says softly. His voice blending with the low melody. With a contented smile you slide closer until you're nestled against him. Your head resting comfortably on his broad chest. You can feel the steady beat of his heart through the soft fabric of his shirt. A reassuring rhythm that echoes quietly in your ear. Jake's arm wraps securely around you with his hand resting gently on your back. The warmth of his touch and the rise and fall of his chest with each breath he takes bring an overwhelming sense of peace and safety.

For a few moments you simply listen, taking in the sound of his heartbeat and the soft, steady breaths he draws. It's a new level of intimacy of sharing this quiet closeness without the need for words. Jake's hand moves in slow, soothing strokes across your back further relaxing you. With each passing second the world beyond the walls of Jake’s apartment seems to drift further away. You're drawn into this serene bubble where the only things that matter are the soft fabric of the couch, the gentle caress of Jake's hand, and the comforting rhythm of his heart.

Jake breaks the silence with a whisper that's barely audible over the music. "This is nice," he murmurs. His breath tickling your ear. You hum in agreement as you were too content and relaxed to form words. The trust and affection in this simple act of cuddling deepen, marking a beautiful, quiet milestone in your growing relationship.

As the soft jazz continues to play creating a soothing backdrop, the room grows quieter still. The comfort of Jake’s embrace coupled with the warm, gentle atmosphere lulls you deeper into relaxation. His breathing becomes slower, more rhythmic, signaling his own descent into sleep. You feel his grip tighten just a bit. A subconscious affirmation of his presence and protection. Gradually, the space between wakefulness and sleep blurs. Your thoughts drift away, anchored only by the steady heartbeat beneath your ear. In the safety of Jake’s arms sleep seems like the most natural progression. Without planning it you both drift off. The world narrowing down to the couch where you lie together.

The nap isn't long but it’s restorative. Exactly what you needed. As you both sleep there’s an unspoken exchange of trust and comfort. It’s one thing to share conversations and activities but another to share such vulnerability as sleep in each other’s presence. This mutual comfort speaks volumes about the trust and closeness developing between you.

Time slips by quietly and when you eventually stir it’s to the feeling of Jake’s fingers lightly brushing through your hair. His movements are soft and careful, designed not to wake you but to reassure himself you’re still there. You open your eyes slowly meeting his gaze which is filled with a quiet joy.

“Hey,” he whispers. As if speaking too loudly might break the spell of the peaceful moment you've shared.

“Hey,” you respond with your voice just as soft. The simple exchange feels like a gentle reconnection to the world affirming the comfort and affection that wrapped around you both as you slept. The nap together was simple yet intimate. It deepens the connection between you. Each quiet breath shared adding another layer to your growing relationship.

The afternoon light has softened into a cozy twilight by the time you both stir from your nap. You’re still wrapped in Jake’s arms and as your eyes meet there’s a playful spark between you that feels both exciting and comforting. “Welcome back,” Jake murmurs. His voice low and slightly husky from sleep. He leans forward pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. Then one on the tip of your nose, which makes you giggle.

“Is that how you wake up all your guests?” you tease. Your voice light and tinged with laughter.

“Only the special ones,” he replies with a grin with his eyes crinkling at the corners. He doesn’t stop there though. His kisses wander from your cheek to your jawline, each peck light and teasing, drawing more giggles from you. The laughter that fills the room is warm, echoing the affectionate mood.

Jake’s playful kisses continue by tracing a path down the side of your neck, sending a shiver of delight through you. You can’t help but catch him by the collar before pulling him back up to meet your eyes. “You’re going to make it impossible to leave this couch,” you laugh while still holding onto his shirt.

“That’s the plan,” he whispers back. His voice playful yet sincere. Then in a swift, fluid motion he captures your lips with his in a kiss that’s deeper and more intentional than the playful ones before. This kiss feels like a culmination of all the gentle pecks, each one adding a layer to the profound connection you’re building together.

As you break away there’s a shared smile. A mutual understanding of the affection and joy weaving through each interaction, each touch, each kiss. The playfulness adds a lightness to your relationship. He made moments like these not just romantic but genuinely fun, enriching the bond you share with laughter and love. After the laughter subsides and the atmosphere settles into a comfortable quiet, Jake looks at you with a contented smile. His eyes reflecting a gentle appreciation. "These moments with you. They're the highlight of my week," he says quietly. His voice carrying a note of sincerity.

Feeling a warm glow from his words you nod and smile softly. Your response understated but genuine. "It always feels different when I'm with you. It's easy, you know?" Your words are simple, echoing the straightforwardness of your time together.

Jake's response is a nod, his smile lingering. "Let's keep it that way," he replies. His agreement simple yet full of promise. The conversation feels natural, reflecting the comfort and understated affection that characterizes your relationship. As twilight transitions into the deep blue of night neither of you feels ready to break the comfortable cocoon you've formed on the couch. Jake glances at the clock, then back at you with a playful challenge in his eyes.

"How about we order some dinner?" he suggests. His tone casual but hopeful. "I'm not quite ready for this day to end. But I don’t think I can get up quite yet."

You laugh while agreeing instantly. "Sounds perfect. What are you in the mood for?"

"Pizza okay with you?" Jake asks already reaching for his phone to place the order.

"Always a good choice," you reply settling back against his chest while feeling utterly at ease.

The wait for the food is filled with more soft conversations. Each shared thought strengthening the bond between you. As the evening unfolds it becomes clear that days like these are just the beginning of what you both hope will be many more shared experiences.

When the food arrives, you set up a makeshift dining area on the coffee table, continuing the easy flow of the day into the evening. Each slice of pizza comes with stories you share. Each laugh making the room warmer. As the evening winds down, you find yourselves eagerly talking about other things you could do together, from movie nights to hiking trips. The night ends not just with satisfied appetites but with the excitement of planning future outings. It's clear that your relationship is blossoming. Full of promise for more beautiful days and nights shared in each other’s company.

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[covenists]

✦ OH DAMN NEVER SEEN THAT COLOR BLUE, C. LECLERC

red is indeed his color, but what if he switched to blue?

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ellamai glad you love the soonggg🎶 😚

⤷ yourusername i love it everytime!!

username YESSS Y/N PHOTOGRAPHED BY CHARLES IS BACK ‼️‼️‼️

⤷ username bless him for taking this view of her😇

damianodavid you suits all the color it's amazing

yourusername thank you so much 🫶🏻 damianodavid

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username she's literally so cool omg

username but do y'all realize when she wore blue, and so does he...

charles_leclerc added a photo to their story!

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username he has a questionable sense of fashion for those graphic t-shirt

danielricciardo 👀😁

charles_leclerc i can't believe you took the picture

⤷ username so it's a secret picture kinda thing until she spoil it

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username she knows what she did to humanity when she posted this

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⤷ redbullracing 👀👀

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⤷ username ferrari is scared to lose him but still giving him that junk ass car is making me WHEEZING SO HARD

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charles_leclerc my favorite one to hold, forever to keep

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username oh no since when he became poetic😦

username idk but i had either bad or good feeling or nah about this

username blue charles spotted online👀👀

yourusername GUYS WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM IN BLUE???

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⤷ redbullracing 👀👀

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username her fit is always been the best

carmenmmundt loving your fit match. so much.

lilymhe charles really hit your good angle there

⤷ yourusername i don't have a bad angle😎

⤷ lilymhe oh yeah? wait until i found your year book

carlossainz55 yourusername what did you to him until he get like this

⤷ yourusername promise to you i didn't say anything to him

danielricciardo i've never seen blue looks ever so matched with him

⤷ yourusername so all those dark blue jeans for nothing????

scuderiaferrari our romeo🌹

username he progressively getting more and more blue as i look into his page

sebastianvettel Charles, what kind of book are you reading to be this romantic?

⤷ username oh even seb ask you this because like WHAT THE HELL'S GOING ON

⤷ landonorris wait it's all came from a book he's reading?

⤷ charles_leclerc no, not really 😁

⤷ carlossainz55 you're not good with secrets, charles.

⤷ charles_leclerc i know.

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username it's more greenish though

⤷ yourusername but believe me, at some point it's blue. like light blue.

username once again charles with blue accent spotted: plaster

⤷ username i love the plaster tho, it suit his eye color

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⤷ yourusername miss you too like forever🥺

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⤷ username y/n is her closest friends, thank god they didn't lost any contact

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⤷ yourusername you know it's blue under the sunlight

⤷ catluvr444 yeah max just admit it

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⤷ catluvr444 sometimes a girl should make her choice 🤷‍♀️

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username missing her on the paddock

⤷ username are they breaking up?

⤷ username no, she's busy on her movie project so she can't be with him

alex_albon i see max is already going to do his usual maxplaining in front of me now. help me

⤷ lilymhe omw to the rescue

⤷ username is it because of the blue ore green thing?

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[ferrstappen]

loving him is red l Charles Leclerc Imagine

a/n: it’s been YEARS since I've written something but I have too many ideas and time so I'll give it a try again <3 any feedback is appreciated and than you for reading <3

also, of course the only song I could think of is Red by Taylor Swift (taylor’s version ofc)... I mean... how could I not?

genre: fluff.

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x female singer!reader.

summary: Charles’ girlfriend receives her first Grammy for Song of the Year, sadly enough the inspiration behind the song isn’t able to make it to the ceremony.

“This feels so wrong, I should be there to support you... You’re always here for races and shit” Charles said while watching her get ready on a fancy hotel room, meanwhile he was stuck in Maranello. 

“Please don’t, it’s pre-season and all that, you know they needed you there today. Plus, I'll be home by tomorrow so we can celebrate... or you can console me since I'm probably losing anyway.” (Y/N) quietly said the last part while sipping some expensive sparkling wine her assistant brought to the room. 

“You are not losing! Babe, how many times do I need to tell you that?” Charles sounded truly exasperated with his girlfriend, like he truly had told her many many times. 

Truth be told, she never thought she would be considerate at all. Yes, her label had submitted her second album and the first single of the record, but they were almost obligated to do so, it was an unspoken rule in the music industry that you just had to do the entire “for your Grammy consideration” portfolio if you wanted to be taken seriously, but (Y/N) never really thought the song she first released from her album would be such a hit. 

Honestly, they just were words her heart could think of whenever she saw Charles, because he truly was red... In the way he wore the color so proudly, from the way his car was always a shiny red even when he was driving it in the driest of the deserts, to the way he loved her so passionately, fearlessly and undoubtedly... He was red. 

It never made sense to her that millions around the world would mix her lyrics on Ferrari t-shirts or that fans would wait for Charles on the stands with bright red lyrics of the song. 

He loved it, by the way. He would flush a bright red whenever someone on the grid teased him about it, pretended he was shy about everyone knowing those words were for him, but his heart would sing a little every single time he listened or read the verses meant for him, just as he would make sure the camera would capture your cute face over FaceTime when he got a podium and you couldn’t be here, or how he made sure to tell you his best joke when you’d arrive to the paddock holding hands, loving the way the photographers captured your laugh and the glint in his eyes just by being the reason of your smile. 

He had the superior relationship and he just knew it, and he made sure the rest of the word knew it as well. 

“So, are you finally going to show me the dress?” Charles said while putting his headphones on to ignore the world outside of his driver’s room.

She cheekily smiled. “No, not really” She told him, earning a dissatisfied groan from him.

“Then when do you want me to see it? On TV like the rest of the world?” He argued, his accent getting thicker.

“Actually yes, that’s exactly what I was thinking.” (Y/N) was going to keep talking, but her assistant let her know the dress had just arrived and they needed her full attention. 

“No, I heard that! You can mute me and I’ll just watch over here!” Charles pleaded, earning a heartily laugh from her girlfriend. 

“I’m so sorry, bebé. I have to go, but you can watch me on TV though!”

Charles sighed, unable to hide his grin. “You know I'll be glued, I don’t care about the time or anything,” even through his noise-cancelling headphones he could hear a big commotion outside his room, meaning someone would come knocking on his door soon. He took a deep breath before focusing his eyes on his muse again. “I love you so much, chérie. I’m so proud of you and whatever happens tonight doesn’t change that. Please whatever you need I'll have my phone at all times, I’m capable of stoping the car in the middle of nowhere and you know it,” they both laughed. “I’m right there with you, I love you.”

She repeated the same words over and over again, feeling a bit numb as several people helped her fitting the red Maison Valentino dress to perfection. It was a whirlwind from there, the last glance she took of herself in the mirror was to make sure the small prancing horse shaped stud earrings, a nod to her man watching on tv.

As if writing a Grammy nominated song and almost an entire album about him wasn’t enough...

Her hands couldn’t help the tingling on the palm of her hands, her body knowing she was missing her other half; he always needed to fix his tie or style a stubborn strand of hair, and it always calmed her nerves to take care of him. 

Back in Italy, Charles was anxiously watching the TV in front of him, some friends, including Carlos, were sitting around the living room, mindlessly chatting about some of the artists performing on the Grammys, what were the plans for the night, the next Real Madrid game...

But Charles eyes were trained on his girl smiling in front of the TV, feeling giddy as she gracefully walked down the carpet on her silky red dress, eyes shining and smile intoxicating. 

The night flew by and Charles swore he could feel your hand squeezing his as they announced the category he had been waiting for. Harry Styles was on the stage with the envelope.

Everything went by so quickly, Charles didn’t notice his friends had shut up and were with their eyes trained on the TV. They all collectively gasped when the brit announced Red by (Y/N) as the song of the year. 

Then it was just noise; from the TV, from people cheering on the theatre as she hid her face on the palm on her hands, to the living room where Charles had rose to his feet hugging everyone around him.

To anyone on the outside it would’ve seemed like their country had won the World Cup. 

“God, I don’t know how to begin,” She shakily said while holding the gramophone. “I know I’m supposed to say that this is for my fans and my label and everyone who believed in me, and it is but...” She smiled to herself. “This is for you, the inspiration behind every word, every verse, every note. My incredible boyfriend who makes my heart sing and my life happy. They haven’t invented the words to tell you how much I love you,” She could feel tears building on the corner of her eyes, until she saw a stage producer informing she only had ten seconds left to wrap up her speech. “God, just ten seconds? Thank you so much to everyone, Char I love you with my entire heart, and thank you to everyone for this I’ll always have this moment in my heart, even after I’m gone I’m sure this is gonna be engraved. Thank you!”

The camera captured her glistening eyes as she smiled through the lens. Charles had unshed tears as his heart was beating loudly. Only seconds passed until his phone was vibrating with an incoming FaceTime call. 

“So... Did you like the red dress?” She joked and he laughed through the unshed proud tears. He never knew he could feel so much pride and love for another person. 

He chuckled. “I loved it, and I love you so much words cannot explain. Fuck, how come I wasn’t there?”

Their love was red.

[glossysoap]

saudade ; preview

saudade : (n.) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant, or that has been loved and then lost; “the love that remains”.

featuring; future poly ghoap x reader!!!!, american! reader referred to as “you”, childhood best friends to lovers, penpal au!, lanyard references at the bottom.

OBVIOUSLY NO MATURE CONTENT UNTIL THEY REUNITE WELL INTO ADULTHOOD (nearing the game timeline). don’t be weird with my AU.

notes: pls note that all of my “preview” stuff are ramblings!! and the actual fic will always be longer, more detailed, and so on! this is just a little treat! 🫶🏻

ok so i know it’s a stretch but imagine that you had 2 penpals when you were a kid and they ended up being kid Simon and kid Johnny?

You tried hard to befriend the two boys, asking them what their favorite colors were, what kinds of food they liked, what did they want to be when they grew up.

When Johnny told you his favorite colors were blue and green, you knit him his own little lanyard and sent it to him with the next letter! Johnny’s little blue eyes lit up when he pulled the blue and green lanyard out of the envelope, immediately running to show his Ma what his new friend made him.

Simon told you that his favorite colors were black and red, and when he carefully pulled out a black and red lanyard from the next letter he received, the corners of his lips pulled up into a rare grin. He treasured that small handmade gift from his best friend, making sure to hide it from his father. Making sure to keep it safe.

You had shared American traditions with the two boys, telling stories about road-trips you went on and your favorite foods. When you went on road-trips to your state capital, your mom had bought you two postcards for you to send to Simon and Johnny.

In your letter to the boys, you included polaroids from the road-trip. From sunsets with hues of orange and purple that you knew Simon would find peace in, to photos you snapped of national parks that you knew Johnny would enjoy.

“I think you would enjoy it here, Simon!” “You would have fun here, Johnny!” You had written in near perfect cursive on the postcards to the boys. You had signed the postcards with a smiley face.

When Simon received your letter for that week, he nearly tore the envelope to shreds trying to open it, he was so excited. He also noticed that the envelope was thicker than usual, like it held something more than just the typical letter. When he opened it, he saw that along with your letter, you had sent a couple of polaroids and a postcard! Simon felt warmth flood his chest as he stared at the pictures that you sent.

One polaroid that stood out to him was the sunset. Somehow you just knew that the warmth of the sunset and the gradient from purple to orange would bring him joy. Maybe you figured that since his home was already so dark, literally and figuratively, that any bit of color would feel nice. His lips quirked up at the gesture.

Johnny was so excited to read your letter, he nearly tripped over his own feet running to his mailbox. Once he opened the envelope, he rifled through the content of it before landing on a few polaroids. You had snapped a few shots of a lush, green forest. Another one was a photo of a vibrant blue lake. You knew that he loved hiking in forests with his large family, taking in the nature and wildlife. You also knew that he loved swimming in lakes as well as fishing. You remembered what he enjoyed so you went out of your way to photograph those same things. His face split into a grin at that realization.

When you received their letters back, you were excited to read that they loved the polaroids you sent them, as well as the postcards. Simon told you that he enjoyed the serenity of the sunset and that he hopes to share it with you one day. Johnny wrote that he was touched you’d remembered those small details of his life, let alone that you would capture photos to honor those hobbies of his. He wrote to you that he hopes to hike the trails of Scotland with you someday, when both of you are grown up.

Over the next few years, you kept in touch with the boys as best you could — still sending letters twice a month with the occasional picture, postcard or trinket.

The three of you had moved up in grades. Simon and Johnny had progressed to year 13, their version of senior year in high school. You on the other hand, had progressed faster than the boys. You had progressed traditionally to sophomore year, before skipping junior year due to your great grades, and landing in senior year.

When graduation approached, you decided to send a picture of yourself to the boys in one of your letters. You wanted them to have something to remember you by, just in case you lost touch with them after graduation. Especially after finding out their plans to enlist in their respective militaries.

Little did you know that across the world, Simon and Johnny were blushing as they admired that polaroid of you. They couldn’t believe that their penpal looked like this, this good, this whole time?

Their crushes for you only blossomed over time. Unfortunately though, just before you started med school, you were mugged in the busy city you had moved to, losing your phone and number along with it. It was years until they heard from you again.

As you pursued your career as a surgeon, attending med school and working impossible hours, they were attending basic training.

Years later, you were now a decorated surgeon with (specialty of your choice) at Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital in Seattle, Washington. You had garnered awards for medical miracles and articles written in your honor.

Simon was now a Lieutenant with loads more trauma than he had as a child, with a skull mask to match. Only Simon didn’t get to keep his lanyard that you made him, as his dad had found it one day and burned it.

Johnny was now a Sergeant, still doodling in his notebook and carrying around the blue and green lanyard that you made him.

Your fellow surgeon, Dr. Hunt, was a decorated trauma surgeon with a past as military surgeon. He had mentioned you in passing to an old friend of his, Captain John Price. Not too soon later, your phone was buzzing with calls from both Price and Laswell with proposals to become 141’s new surgeon. With promises of good money and living conditions on their own base.

You couldn’t help but accept, especially looking at all those zeroes on that contract.

Once you arrived on base, Price and Laswell thought it was necessary to introduce you to the team.

They all lined up in the conference room, waiting for Price and Laswell to arrive.

Simon and Johnny’s eyes instantly gravitated to you once you set foot in the conference room. You looked so familiar to their childhood friend —even if you seemed older, they just couldn’t shake it. The way you smiled shyly under all of the attention was so reminiscent of that polaroid you sent them all of those years ago.

“Boys, this is Doctor (First Name/Last Name), they will be our new surgeon. Effective immediately.” Price introduced.

Simon and Johnny’s eyes couldn’t have widened more.

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[mybworlds]

Chapter 1: Your perfect life

Pairing: joel miller x f!reader (no use of Y/N) | Rating: 18+ Minors DNI | W.C.: 2.6k

Summary: Your life sounds perfect: you live with a perfect man, you live in your dream house, you do the job you love, you don't miss anything, except love and passion.

Warnings: no use of Y/N, use of you, reader is a photographer, reader has no physical descriptions except hair (no type or color) long enough to hold on to, unspecified age gap, Joel and reader are two cheaters, for a while. Smut, use of pet names, dirty talk, masturbation, unprotected PiV but the first time, creampies, comeplay, oral (both f and m recieving), exhibitionism, size kink, personal use of an unspecified sex toy. No outbreak here. Let me know if I missed anything!

Before to leave, this is a prologue of the main character and her situation, hope you like it...

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The alarm clock rings and you open your eyes, smiling, "Good morning," you mumble, stretching an arm toward your shoulders, but the cold sheets behind you make you realize that Patrick has been up for a while already. You turn belly-up to the ceiling and think about your next photoshoot and smile. You love your job. You are a photographer and yours is not just a job, it has been a passion since you were a little girl.

You get out of bed and stretch with a whimper, barefoot you walk to the bathroom whose light automatically turns on, you get into your beautiful shower with glass doors and blue and light blue tiles, you shower and then you get out, you wrap yourself in a soft blue towel matching the bathroom walls and then you dry your hair. You put some makeup and then smile at yourself in the mirror with a satisfied air. You choose light-colored jeans, a light-colored T-shirt and your beautiful sneakers as your outfit. You walk out of your bedroom, make your way down the small hallway and down the stairs happy to be living this new day.

"Babe," you call out to your Patrick, but Patrick does not answer, he's usually in his office and works in smart working, but today he is not there, you go to the kitchen and there you find your beloved pancakes and next to it a post-it with a red rose ′In the office, see you later, love you′ you smile "I love you so much too." you whisper sniffing the red rose and smiling with your eyes closed.

You are happy. Your life is perfect, you lack nothing. You have a magnificent multi-accessorised house equipped with a central home automation system, you have a garden with a swimming pool, even a small spa corner. You have a wonderful man like Patrick, he is a lawyer who looks after the interests of small local construction companies and mostly works from home apart from when he has to attend some meetings with contractors; you love him very much, you met him when you were only sixteen and it was love at first sight, you then got engaged when you turned eighteen, you took different paths, but you always supported and loved each other, you never accused each other of anything either of being too absent or too present with each other. Last but not least, you have a job you love, you are a photographer, a good photographer judging by the many positive comments you have on your site and the dozens of requests you have every day, you also had a major contract for a fashion house two years ago and since then the requests have increased, of course you haven't had major contracts like you did then, but things are going well.

You have breakfast, get your house keys, then put on your sunglasses and go out. You could take the car, but today you really want to take a walk and enjoy the sun kissing the streets of New York, you'll take some public transportation and walk around a bit, it's good for you.

You smile, you're happy-- you repeat it to yourself until you convince yourself about it for today, too.

Your smile flickers and disappears when you get on the second bus; no, you are not happy. Patrick is sweet, he is perfect, you respect him and he respects you, but can you consider it love? By now your intimate moments are reduced to once, maximum twice a month and he always comes, you on the other hand pretend, you don't want to hurt his feelings. You masturbate all the time in the hope of mitigating this oppressive feeling of yours, to fill that emptiness you feel more and more deafening. Your home is beautiful, it is a wonderful shell that cradles and pampers you for your every need, but is that enough?

But your life is perfect, it's perfect like this, you don't need to look around or look for anything else to be happy, you tell yourself.

You get to your stop and get off, next to your photo store a cafe has opened a few months ago that makes fantastic donuts, and that morning you don't give up to sweeten your thoughts and soothe your nerves. You walk in and inside there is just the bartender Jake, a young man in his mid-twenties or thirties at most, and in the far corner a gruff-looking man who was hunched over reading maybe something or maybe he's answering an email, you have no idea. The man in the corner looks up, as you suddenly lower your gaze caught out, "Um…" you turn to Jake "good morning, a latte and a Blueberry Donut," you resume keeping your eyes downcast and barely breathing, you don't even know why you're acting this way, you've met dozens of people and exchanged hundreds of glances and now you're acting like a dumb little girl newbie.

"Here, consumption here as usual?" the young man asks you politely.

You shake your head, "No, thank you, I'm busy in the store," you reply, at that moment the man you had seen earlier in the corner flanks you, he is huge, massive, has thick dark curls, an irregular beard and a dark mustache, he is leaning with his forearms on the counter and at that moment he is the one looking at you, he smiles at you as if trying to make contact, you immediately look away staring down clearing your throat in embarrass.

Jake hands you the bag and makes you pay, then you leave without giving the charming stranger a glance. You almost run into your store as if to seek refuge within those four walls. Your heart is pounding in your chest, you feel as if you've gone crazy, but what's wrong with you? You've always been a proper young woman, and now you're acting like a crazy who runs away...

Someone knocks on your door, you turn around "W - who is it?" you ask.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," a voice tells you, "you forgot your cell phone on the counter at the bar."

Are you that far gone? That's great!

You open the door and you are confronted by the handsome mystery man, "Thank you." you reply, reaching out your hand as he hands you the cell phone in the palm of your hand "How did you know I was here?" you ask him doubtfully.

"I saw you fleeing here," he replies with a half-smile, "Everything okay? You seemed to be in a big hurry." he adds.

"Um…that is…I had to make a phone call," he nods "Luckily you found it, my mind is elsewhere since this morning!" you exclaim, smiling at the man with a low stare "Thank you."

"You're welcome!" he retorts "So, you own this beautiful place!" he exclaims again taking a step forward into the club, as you take one step back, he looks at you puzzled "Are you afraid of me?" he asks you.

"No," you reply, shaking your head.

"From the way you talk and the way you move, I'd say yes," he replies again "Take it easy, honey," he adds again.

Honey? How dare he?

"You and I don't know each other at all, sir!" you exclaim trying to regain control of the situation "Please, leave," you add backing away and touching with the back of your thighs the desk.

"It's okay, I'm sorry I scared you," retorts the man with his head down walking away.

You lean totally against the desk breathing deeply and realizing that you made a fool of yourself with that stranger, who knows what he must have thought of you!

The first customers and requests of the day distract you from your moment of commiseration. Luckly, you can easily forget for the moment the incident that happened. You think back about it in the evening, once you get back home, while waiting for Patrick and think that if you meet that guy again, you will have to apologize as you overreacted.

When Patrick comes home, he greets you with a big smile approaching you and taking you in his arms, you let yourself be cradled in his grip closing your eyes and thinking again that maybe with that stranger you had an overreaction since you were overthinking your relationship with your boyfriend. Patrick kisses you softly, he tastes of bourbon and sweetness, he makes you lie gently on the couch kissing your lips first, then your neck and chest still covered, you hear him moaning your name softly, while you try to restrain your thoughts, your doubts about you and him, you still want to not give up so, after all you and Patrick have been together for more than ten years, maybe it's just a little stress…

He, meanwhile, has already undressed himself and undressed you as well, without you even realizing it, he touches you between your legs, but you jerk in discomfort and pain, you are not even wet enough, you look at each other, you look at him almost with reproach, he instead has eyes full of lust, "I got it," he announces lowering his head between your legs and making them bend. Patrick has always been a disaster with oral sex, yes he makes you wet, but he's never known how to touch you in the right places in a way that makes you come, and tonight is no exception.

You are almost glad when he fills you, but not for the obvious reasons as much as for the fact that this way he will stop and embrace you and you can sleep.

It is horrible, you know that. He fills you repeatedly at an ever-increasing pace, you have yes little shivers of pleasure, but nothing that can be called really good or pleasurable, he comes a few moments later inside you. Thank God, you are on the pill to regularize your period!

You think back to when you as a young girl you would have loved to have a child by him, you remember that you wished he had blond hair like him and blue-eyed like him, but your own temper… today you think that if you had a child with Patrick, maybe you would have experienced it as a trap… that's a horrible thought too!

Patrick after intercourse, lays his head on your chest and asks "Did you like it?" and you textbook answer "Yeah, sure." then you feel him give you a kiss at your heart level and he relaxes completely, you can't sleep, you stare at the ceiling. You feel hot and a burning thought spreading inside you, is it true love?

The next day you wake up with a blanket on you and with a cup of coffee on the coffee table, you stretch out putting your feet on the floor and find Patrick's ever-present post-it note, "I'm at Black's company this morning, I'll be back tonight, love you xoxo" and the ever-present red rose next to it, you pick up the rose and smell it, but unlike yesterday you can't say I love you too, you place the red rose on the table with a long sad sigh and pick up the cup of coffee which you start sipping thoughtfully.

Your cell phone rings, it's Daisy "Hey doll!" you greet her smiling and putting her on speakerphone.

"Hi gorgeous, how are you doing? Are you already at work?" she asks you, you hear some buzz in the background so she's already around.

"No, I'm going later today. I have a request for a photoshoot for a wedding at noon," you tell her.

"Did they invite you to the party too?" she asks you.

You get up and take your phone with you continuing to talk as you head to the kitchen, "Well, I guess so, I'm their photographer, I'll have to do a complete shooting." you reply to her washing your coffee cup.

"And how are things going with Patrick?" she asks you again.

"Fine." you answer not too convinced "What's with all these questions? Did we wake up in detective mode this morning?"

Daisy laughs, "But no, silly, I'm just asking. Look, but why don't we plan a double date on Saturday? Me, you, Patrick and Jordan?"

"Fine with me, I want to hear from Patrick though."

"Oh!" you hear her snort "These men are so boring!" she exclaims making you smile.

"I know, but we love them for that too, don't we?"

"Yes…" now she's the one using a not-so-convinced tone of voice "So we'll talk about Saturday later?"

"Oh no, how silly!" you exclaim "Saturday there's the wedding, they're getting married in the morning, but the reception is in the early afternoon and then you know how these things go." you add "Sorry, my head's a bit elsewhere."

"Things always go well with Patrick, aren't they?"

"That's the second time you've asked me about Patrick, but do you know anything? So you make me worry!" you say sitting down at a stool in the kitchen.

"No, I just don't like your tone of voice very much. I mean, when we were kids and you were talking about him your voice would go up three octaves! Now it doesn't sound that way at all!"

"Well, Daisy, we were 17 when I was telling you about him and we weren't together yet, I think it's normal that I felt so much enthusiasm then for someone I were falling in love with! Things then change…"

"You mean for the worse?"

You don't answer right away as you don't know what to answer, Daisy has always been like that, a very observant girl who even by a tone of voice can tell when something is wrong and this morning is no exception.

"My friend, go to that wedding and find yourself a hunk, listen to me! If you have this tone of voice after only ten years…" continues Daisy "may I ask you a very personal question?" she adds again.

"Sure!"

"How are things in bed?" she asks.

"Let's talk closely about that, over the phone you know," you answer evasively.

"All right, then I'll meet you at the gardens in twenty minutes."

After exactly 20 minutes you and Daisy are sitting at the local coffee shop sipping good coffee, Daisy tells you about her latest purchases and fashions as if you then don't know or understand much about them, then Daisy asks you again, "So how are things in bed with Patrick?"

"Let's just say … things aren't going very well, he tries, but I don't like it."

"What? Sex or sex with Patrick?" she asks again.

"Does it matter?"

"Well, I'd say it does!"

You snort, "I dunno…I'm a little uncomfortable talking about it. He tries," you repeat, "but I can never come." you admit, as Daisy almost looks at you with bulging out eyes "Please don't look at me like that I already feel weird enough!" you add feeling really guilty about it.

"No, no, I'm sorry…it's just that I thought things were getting better, you already told me about it a year ago and I thought that in the meantime the situation had been changed in better! I didn't think things would continue to go so bad," she justifies her insistence.

You sigh sadly, "The truth is that every day I tell myself that my life is perfect, that I don't lack anything, that I am healthy, I have a good job, I have a man by my side … however, it is not enough for me, I mean, I would like more, I would like to try something again! I'm fine with Patrick, but by now we've established a flat beautiful routine, he makes me breakfast in the morning leaving me a post-it note with a rose and goes to work, I get up, wash, get dressed, have breakfast, go to work, come back, go to the pool, wait for him and…" you sigh heavily "twice a month we do it, but…" you shake your head "each time I don't feel anything but chills, but I don't feel what I felt the first few times with him."

"Oh my God." she says, shaking her head "Do you at least … I mean, do you touch yourself or not even that?" your friend asks you.

"I have a sex toy hidden in the back of my drawer, I'm ashamed of it, but…" you start to say, but Daisy's laughter and her shaking her head interrupt you "Why are you laughing?"

"At least the sex toy kept you from killing Patrick!" she exclaims.

A giggle escapes you, "Silly,"

Daisy squeezes your hand, "I can't tell you what you should do, but think about it. Seriously think about it, my friend." you curl your lips into a little grimace, "Well, I hope at least something happens at this wedding! I mean, maybe you either find a toy boy or maybe someone really nice to have fun with or maybe still something to shake up this your perfect boring routine." she says spelling the last five words.

"Dummy, I'm going to work, not to hook up," you remind her.

"Well, never say never." she tells you with a mischievous look that makes you smile and shake your head, your friend is just crazy.

[seekforwarmth]

hello and welcome to the first fic rec of 2024 featuring my favourite works from what i’ve read during the past weeks. as always, please check tags before reading. if you liked the fics please reblog their posts, leave kudos and write a nice comment. happy reading! rec tag | more rec lists

— harry/louis —  

໑ Red Wine/Long Nights by lucky28 (G, 1.3k, strangers to lovers, infidelity, fluff) When Louis goes to surprise his boyfriend with an unexpected dinner date, he's nothing but excited. That is, until he runs into his boyfriend's boyfriend along the way.

໑ Abundance by @rockstarlwt28 (M, 1.7k, established relationship, breastfeeding, failure of conception, fluff) The Tomlinson-Styles' family are blessed with their own Christmas miracle, Tallulah Jay. A lifetime of happiness follows her birth, her mother, Louis and father, Harry are instilled with hope and an abundance of love to double their already blossoming marriage.

໑ make my wish come true by localopa / @voulezloux (NR, 2.4k, friends to lovers, flat mates, christmas, angst with happy ending) the one where all harry wants for christmas is lou

໑ heaven in these sheets by @thepolourryexpress (E, 3.5k, established relationship, bunny hybrid louis, pwp, fluff) Bunny Hybrid Louis has it out for his boyfriend’s phone.

໑ powerless (and i don't care) by localopa / @voulezloux (E, 4k, established relationship, canon, fluff, slight angst) everyone on tour calls each other daddy, don’t ask why. and louis is so used to calling everyone “daddy” that, when he finally comes home, naturally he calls harry that.

໑ now you hang from my lips by teenytinytomlinson / @hs3lt2 (E, 6k, red herring, implied cheating, read tags and author’s note) Louis goes out and finds exactly what, or rather who, he’s looking for at the hotel bar.

໑ You're like a Sponge (Abrasive and Colorful) by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup (T, 6.5k, coworkers, university au, hate to love sort of) Louis's flirts look an awful lot like insults.

໑ Behind Smoke Stained Curtains by @jaerie (E, 19k, strangers to lovers, a/b/o au, truckers, secret identity, one night stands) The worlds align when Louis meets an alpha from the road with as many secrets as he holds himself.

໑ i feel like this is the beginning, though I've loved you for a million years by puppyvirvinloui (spanish, NR, 22.8k, established relationship, marriage, sunshine/grumpy, trophy wife louis, pregnancy) Louis quiere un bebé, no está muy seguro de que Harry quiera lo mismo.

໑ sunshine (you temptress) by @petitommo (E, 26.8k, acquaintances, complicated relationships, age difference) Harry had everything he'd ever wanted in life. Well established, in love, and on the very precipice of the rest of his life, everything goes wrong. The road forwards is paved with difficult emotions, firm denial, and a complicated relationship to the strange teenager he'd snorted coke off of that one eventful night at the club.

໑ the mountain between us by happilylarry (NR, 31k, strangers to lovers, plane crash, surgeon harry, photographer louis, injuries, angst) Harry is a surgeon and stranded at Salt Lake City International Airport. He is to perform a surgery in fourteen hours in Boston. Louis is a journalist and stranded at Salt Lake City International Airport. He is to be married in ten hours. They decide to charter a private airplane to Denver, where they will get on their respective flights and part ways.

Or so they thought.

໑ You Ain’t Gotta Feel Fear Just Mingle by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup (T, 32.7k, co-workers, advent fic, library au, christmas, fluff, humour) Harry has been at his dream job for less than three months, and he knows two things for sure; first, his project manager doesn't know what he's doing, and second, someone in the office is apparently pure evil, and no one will tell Harry who it is.

Oh, and the guy who works in conservation at the other end of the building is the most beautiful man Harry's ever seen, even when wielding a hot iron as a weapon.

Happy Christmas, here's to many more.

໑ I Really Like Your Styles: The Baking Advent-ure by @homosociallyyours (T, 34k, strangers to lovers, advent fic, coffee shop au, barista louis, baker harry, food, american au) Louis isn't much for frills, and the coffee shop he co-owns with his best friend Liam is evidence of that. Yes, it's got a decent sized, well-kept industrial kitchen, but Louis insists that people come to coffee shops for coffee, not mediocre pastry and plastic wrapped cookies. When Liam's campaign for serving treats turns into watching a few baking accounts on whichever popular app he's on, there's one that really gets on Louis' nerves: "I Like Your Styles." With his chipper demeanor and over the top descriptions of the food he makes, Louis is sure that the (unfortunately cute) baker is full of it. Nothing that adorable could possibly be worth the hype.

It doesn't actually take much for him to eat his words…and some quality baked goods, while he's at it.

— rare pairs —

໑ for the rest of my life (for the rest of yours) by localopa / @voulezloux (louis/zayn, M, 1.5k, exes with benefits, canon au, song fic) zayn and louis are exes. they still sleep together.

[marina41trench]

Tamaki & Ryuu - Shuffle Talk 2024 [1/3] - The King's Favorite

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

*Click*

Tamaki: Ah, Ryuu-aniki, good morning!

I thought I’m the first to arrive!

Ryuu: Good morning, Tamaki-kun!

I was looking forward to it so I came as fast as I could.

Tamaki: Me too! When I arrive first, I’ll hide somewhere and when you come, I’ll surprise you. I’ll do that next time.

Ryuu: I-I’m sure that day will come, I guess?!

It’s exciting…!

Ryuu: Anyway, let’s start the today’s discussion of “Monthly World Travel”!

Tamaki: Sure! I memorized the proposal!

Tamaki: A special serialization commemorating their 50th anniversary!

This is a joint project with IDOLiSH7, TRIGGER, Re:vale, and ZOOL!

Tamaki: The members in the shuffled group are decided by lot, and the mission is to travel to countries around the world!

We’re in charge of Belgium!

Ryuu: That’s amazing! You really memorized it…!

Tamaki: Hehe.

I received an applause from Sou-chan too this morning.

Ryuu: Just as expected.

Don’t you look a bit more motivated now?

Tamaki: What do you think is the reason?

Ryuu: Eh! I wonder why……?

Tamaki: It’s because I’m with Ryuu-aniki!

Ryuu & Tamaki: Yay!

Ryuu: Likewise, I’m really happy that we’re together……!

Ryuu: Let’s do our best on our mission to tell everyone the goodness of Belgium!

Tamaki: Yeah, since we’re the first!

But, what does Belgium have?

Ryuu: Ah, the editor gave me the previous Belgium’s special serialization for reference.

Ryuu: It seems that the contents of the mission will be announced at the site on the appointed day. Since we don’t have much information as reference yet, we should check this.

Tamaki: What’s in it……?

Ah, it’s chocolate! It says chocolate is popular!

Ryuu: It is! And then, waffle……?

Tamaki: No way! Belgium is so good!

Ryuu: It really is! I’m looking forward to it……!

Ryuu: Also, it seems like it’s winter currently so we should warm ourselves!

Tamaki: Oh yeah, Yama-san said “Bring your haramaki[1] so your stomach won’t get cold”

Ryuu: Haramaki sounds good! Does he usually use it to fight against the cold?

Tamaki: Yeah! I see green on his stomach sometimes.

Ryuu: I see! That’s cute.

I have excess yarn so I should try knitting some.

Tamaki: Eh! Then make one for me too!

Ryuu: Really? I only have one color left so we’re going to match, so if you’re fine with it…

Tamaki: It’s alright! Or rather, I’d like a matching one!

I’ll brag it to everyone!

Ryuu: Ahaha! I’m not sure if it’s something to brag about, but if you say that then I’m happy.

I’ll prepare until the appointed day!

Tamaki: Yaay! I’ll really look forward to it!

Tamaki: We’re here! So this is Belgium…..!

Ryuu: The townscape looks lovely as well……!

It seems like you can get lost in a world of fairy tales.

Tamaki: It’s really exciting no matter how many times you go to a foreign country!

I’m more at ease if I’m with you!

Ryuu: I know.

We’re already pointing at things, so we should do the usual roll-call!

Tamaki: Here! I’m Yotsuba Tamaki!

This is the King Pudding pouch where I put everything important!

Ryuu: Here! I have checked mine!

I, Tsunashi Ryuunosuke, have also confirmed my baggage!

Ryuu: And then I’m wearing my haramaki!

Tamaki: Yay! I’m wearing the haramaki Ryuu-aniki knitted!

Ryuu: Ahaha! Now now, don’t roll up your clothes!

It’s perfect against the cold!

Accompanying Staff: Thanks for your work on your arrival to Belgium.

We’ll be in your care for this day!

Ryuu & Tamaki: We’ll be in your care!

Accompanying Staff: Please do not mind the cameras and enjoy travel as you please as we will accompany you for the photographs.

Accompanying Staff: The mission and hint is hidden in this envelope!

The map for the exploration area is enclosed as well, so please take a look!

Tamaki: Alright! What’s in the mission?!

Ryuu: I’ll take a look!

Umm…

Ryuu & Tamaki: “Let’s search for ‘The King’s Favorite’!”......?

Ryuu: With the word King in it, this probably refers to the King of Belgium.

Tamaki: ……Ryuu-aniki.

I think I know the answer.

Ryuu: Ehh, already?!

Tamaki: The answer is……!

Tamaki: King Pudding!

Ryuu: I see. Because they’re both kings……!

Tamaki: Even the king would acknowledge that it’s tasty, y’know!

Accompanying Staff: Unfortunately, it seems that they don't sell it here……!

Tamaki: Really?! I’ll do my best in my personal mission to propagate King Pudding.

Ryuu: I-It looks like we’re going to have an amazing trip……!

Ryuu: Ah, right, the hint……

What’s this, there’s a mark drawn on it……

Tamaki: That kinda looks like a lion.

Ryuu: I get it, this is Belgium’s coat of arms!

Tamaki: Coat of, arms……

I don’t really get it, but it sounds like the guy’s very important!

Does it have something to do with the king?

Ryuu: You’re right! Let’s find a place with this mark!

End of Episode 1.

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TL Note:

[1] - Haramaki, or belly band, is a piece of clothing worn on the stomach, usually for warmth. Historically, it was an armor to protect from attacks.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Hit ‘Em Up! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it? 

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Aaaaand we are DONE!!! Thank you all so, so, so, soooo much for the love, support & views on this fic! I had so much fun writing it & I hope you enjoyed reading it. I have plans for more longer fics in the future so stay tuned for those! As always, feel free to comment & tell me what you think. Also attached below is a fic playlist. I LOVE doing those & I may start doing them for all of my work lol. Take care! Love you! -Jazz

FIC PLAYLIST: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1z6Gly1RueiZTdvCF8uKlJ?si=5b961666cb8e498c

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen PT I & II. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Epilogue + Soundtrack.

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EPILOGUE.

There isn’t quite a sky like the one in autumn. 

It is a crisp, clear blue with not a single cloud in it, serving a gorgeous backdrop for the crimson red, orange, and golden trees lining the school courtyard and surrounding the quaint little red schoolhouse. 

It is officially fall which means crunchy leaves, apple-picking, Halloween, and Thanksgiving feasts for little Keiko and Sagoyo, brother and sister and twin siblings. Unfortunately, this also means school time which also means dealing with the stupid kids who always have something to say. 

Keiko growls in irritation, gripping her project in her hand. “I can’t believe those stupid kids didn’t believe us!” She angrily complains to her brother. “We worked so hard on that family tree project and did everythin’—I mean, EVERYTHIN’—we were supposed to do!” 

“Well, we might still get a good grade,” Sagoyo murmurs, staring at the poster of the hand drawn tree. Keiko painted the leaves for fall time while he and his mom drew in chalk stick figures of their family from top to bottom. They also included old photographs that they taped onto each branch. 

Keiko huffs, her cheeks pink with frustration. “It won’t matter ‘cause no one believed us, Goyo. They think we just made everythin’ up about our parents. Why would we—“ 

“Hey, loser twins!” One of their classmates shouts. They visibly cringe. Speak of the devil. They each turn around, albeit wearing the same exact expression on the same exact face. 

While they look exactly the same, it just so happens that Keiko has violet eyes and snow-white hair that she usually wears in pigtails for school while Sagoyo has blue eyes and short, black hair with a slight curl to it. They each have skin the color of toasted almonds and the same big smile, similar to one of their dads. 

But they also have the same narrowed expression as you when they are angry. Those narrowed eyes are now directed at a gang of their classmates who laughed at them during their presentation today. “What do y’all want?” Sagoyo clippingly asks, his voice soft just like his father’s. 

One of the kids mockingly gasps, pressing a hand to his patched jean jacket. “Oh, wow! Lil’ Goyo talks now?” 

The kids laugh, making Sagoyo blush. While he has a very laid-back, soft-spoken attitude which can be good in certain situations, Keiko does not. She is loud, hot-headed, and speak her mind for a little seven-year old. 

“Shut up, Seita!” she yells in her little voice. “Leave him alone!” The kids once again laugh, irritating her more. “As usual, savin’ her brother ‘cause he’s a lil’ baby,” Seita scoffs. 

“We just wanted to see your famous parents,” Miya, a girl with long, black hair and candy bracelets, smirkingly says. “They’re comin’ to get ya, right?” 

The twins look at each other, silently dilberating about whether or not to tell them the truth. Sagoyo averts his gaze to his school clogs. “We…We always walk home from school.” And they do. Their home is only a ten-minute walk right up the trail from the schoolhouse. 

“So we can’t meet ‘em?” Erik, another kid with a black bowl cut asks. ”Just admit it! You losers lied ‘cause your parents are lame!” 

Once again, the children laugh, making little Keiko grow red with anger. “We are not!” she shrieks. “Our parents really are outlaws! Nothin’ like your loser dad who left to go get milk and never came back!” 

At this, Seita looks like a deer caught in headlights while the other kids “oooo” at the harsh burn. Sagoyo grabs his sister’s elbow, squeezing it. ”Keiko, stop,” he pleads. 

Seita’s tiny face twists in anger, just as enraged as Keiko now. “Just shut up!” he hollers, his voice echoing across the courtyard. “Your mom isn’t the Fatale Femme and your dads aren’t Geto & Gojo!” 

Keiko drops her school bag and project to the ground, prepared to put her fist in this little boy’s face. “You stupid mother—“ 

“Whoa, little one,” a soft, deep voice says from behind her. “What’s goin’ on over here?” 

Each kid turns around and wordlessly gapes at the tall, long-haired man standing above them. Though the sunlight makes his features a bit shadowy, especially underneath his hat, his familiar piercings and face are unmistakable. 

Gojo the Gunslinger, though much older now and sporting some stubble, is just as cool as he was years ago to the little ones standing at his knees. “You guys okay?” he asks, concerned. “Y’all aren’t fightin’, right?” He raises one pierced brow at the kids who only stare, gobsmacked. They may as well be meeting God! 

“Papa!” Keiko shouts, tossing herself at the man. “You’re here, you’re here!” Geto wraps his arms around his daughter, squeezing her to his waist.

“Mommy asked me to come and get y’all today. Uh…are your friends okay?” 

He points one gloved finger at the staring, silent kids. Each one looks like they’re frozen. “They’re just excited to meet you,” Keiko laughs, smirking at the kids. Especially Seita’s bitch ass. 

Geto laughs and gives her and Sagoyo head ruffles. “Well, say goodbye until Monday. You two have got some business with some ice cream today.” He gives them each a wink. “Yay!” the twins shout before picking up their things and racing out of the courtyard with Geto striding in his boots. 

After a detour to the ice cream parlor for some rocky road, chocolate-vanilla swirl, and mint chocolate chip cones, the three head home that afternoon. The sunshine’s on the apple trees lining the road uphill where a buttercream white, quaint, cozy house sits with a red barn not too far from it. 

The house looks like it came straight out of a storybook with its white shutters, red brick rooftop and chimney, fruit orchards in the backyard, and animals grazing the day away. 

Geto walks in the middle while his babies walk on either side of him up the road, still talking about their sweet treats and what the best ice cream flavor is. Like clockwork, the horses come trodding up to greet them at the fence blocking them from the road. Keiko goes barreling over, petting the old beasts. “Hi, Reneigh!”she giggles, petting her snout. The horse chuffs in response, her coat much lighter now that she’s older. 

Geto greets the horses with gentle pats on the back as his twins race to the front door. “No fair, Keiko!” Sagoyo yells. “You got a head start!” Keiko ignores him, running until she gets to the front porch. She goes barreling inside like a hurricane, giving the unlocked door a satisfying slam. “Mama, Papa, we’re home!” she bellows. Geto and Sagoyo come in right after. 

“Hang on a sec!” you shout back from upstairs. The three wait at the steps as you slowly and carefully come down, one hand on your lower back. You don’t know why, but it eases the pressure on your back that your plump, very pregnant belly has on it. 

You smile at your twins and your husband, moving as fast as your swollen feet will allow in your slippers. “Hey, flowers,” you coo at your twins. “How was school today?” 

Keiko doesn’t respond, too busy ogling at you. “Mommy, your robe!” Sagoyo shouts, blushing as red as a tomato. Geto coughs into his arm, struggling not to laugh. 

You look down and there, you see that your plump, round belly, lace bra, and panties are on display. You gasp as Geto strides up to meet you on the steps. He blocks the kids from seeing you as he ties your robe for you. “Oops! I’m sorry, flowers. Mommy just woke up from a nap with Papa.” 

Geto’s gaze meet yours, his violet eyes hooded and lustful. “I bet you did,” he whispers, keeping his voice low enough for only you to hear. “You’re spendin’ time together without me?” 

His fingers peel the flaps to your robe open, caressing your asscheek. You swallow roughly, ignoring the pulse between your thighs at his touch, tone, and familiar look. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” you breathlessly reply. 

Geto’s eyes light up like a Christmas tree. “Uh-huh,” he chuckles. “You can make it up to me later tonight. Careful now, babydoll.” Ice cream is on his breath. You wonder briefly if it’s on his tongue and lips too. He takes your hand and guides you downstairs as if the last few seconds never happened. 

But that is the life of being the Gunslingers’ wife. One minute, you’re asking them to pass the broccoli at the dinner table and then the next, you’re bent over in bed taking one big cock while the other is in your throat once the kids are off to bed. 

“Mama, your hair is all messy!” Keiko giggles once you’re downstairs. You elbow Geto when he stifles a laugh. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to borrow yours,” you cackle, tugging on your daughter’s silvery locks. 

You turn to Sagoyo, hugging him in greeting. “Oh, Uncle Nanami stopped by! He bought you guys some gifts.” You give them a secretive smile as you walk over to the armchair facing the fireplace, purposely to hide the gift. 

“Really?!” the twins squeal excitedly. They follow you while you take out two matching blue gift bags. There, you take out two horse pendants for them.“He got ‘em on his trip to that medicine conference,” you explain. “Uncle Haibara made him get ‘em for y’all, so give them a call tonight and thank both.” You hand the pendants to your ogling twins, watching as they admire them. “Oooh, pretty!” Keiko coos, admiring the pretty pendant. 

“Granny also sent over some apple cider dounuts even though I specifically told her not to,” you sigh. “She’s gonna turn you two into pumpkins.” Geto laughs, knowing that you’ve told your parents to ease up on the home baked goods since unfortunately, your kids have inherited Gojo’s sweet tooth. Speaking of the devil, his smooth laugh comes from upstairs. 

Still smooth, still sly, and still sexy. His hair is cropped shorter and his voice has grown deeper, only adding to the sexiness and maturity he has been rocking since you all hit your thirties. “Leave ‘em alone, babe,” he tuts, walking down the steps in his jeans and sweater. “Ya know they got their sweet tooth from me.” 

“Clearly,” you mutter. You squeak when Gojo smacks you on the ass, just out of sight from the twins. 

“Daddy!” Keiko shouts, running over to her dad. Gojo bends down onto his long legs and hikes her up in one arm. He does the same to Sagoyo, hugging both to his sides. “Hello, my darlins’,” he coos. “How was school?” 

The twins each give each other a look. Sagoyo nervously looks at you then at an expectant Geto. “Uh—“ 

“Good!” Keiko immediately answers, grinning a little too brightly. All three of you share a knowing look. “Oooh, that ain’t sound like y’all agree,” you point out, exhaling as you sit down on the soft cushioned couch. Your aching knees and feet immediately feel 100% better. 

Geto goes to stand over with you, never wanting to be too far from you. Gojo is the same way. They hound over you like dogs, always protecting you from unseeable threats and pampering you. They did this when you got married, but when you got pregnant with the twins seven years ago, it only increased. 

“So are you two finally gonna tell us what happened earlier?” Geto pointedly asks, crossing his tattooed arms. 

Gojo looks at him and then at the twins. “What?” he cluelessly asks. “What happened earlier?” 

“Uh….” The two kids look at each other, unsure. Finally, under Geto’s scrutinizing gaze, they break. “These kids just made fun of us for our project today,” Sagoyo admits. 

“They didn’t believe us!” Keiko tearfully shouts, big fat ears welling up in their eyes. “They said we lied about you guys bein’ famous!” She begins to silently cry. You smile to yourself. Keiko has the anger of her mama, but the sensitivity of her daddy. Meanwhile, Sagoyo is more like his daddy and papa: easygoing and quiet, but very intelligent. 

Keiko’s daddy hugs her close, cooing at her soft crying. “Aww, babygirl, it’s okay,” Gojo shushes your daughter, kissing her forehead. “We appreciate the thought, but if they don’t wanna believe it then fu—“ 

“Satoru!” you and Geto immediately snap. You won’t have him teaching the kids how to cuss again! 

“Forget them,” he finishes, winking at you and his husband. “That’s all I was gonna say! Geez, nine years later and you still think I’m a bad influence on kids.” The twins laugh, their smiles brightening the room. Suddenly, Keiko’s sorrow is gone. 

“Well, I still think your project is adorable,” you giggle, admiring it as Geto moves it to the mantel. “And I’m sure those kids won’t bother you again now that they saw your papa in the flesh.” 

You clap your hands once, signaling the end of discussion. “Now, let’s forget all about today with some delicious donuts and sweet tea, shall we?” 

“Yeah!” the twins shout, and all talks of mean kids and schoolyard fights are gone. “Keiko, don’t take all of ‘em!” Sagoyo calls as he chases after her into the kitchen. You laugh with your husbands, always humored by your precious Earth angels. 

An hour later, after eating donuts, chugging down sweet tea, and cleaning up after school, the twins go outside into the fields to run about and play with the horses. You stand by the open front door, looking out into the grassy fields. “Not too far, y’all!” you shout. 

You put one foot out to walk onto the porch, but Gojo stops you short. He takes your hand in his and guides you to the swing chair that he and Geto specifically bought from you three to share. Together eight years later, you still share that swing on lazy afternoons and drunken nights. 

“Satoru, baby, ya don’t have to walk with me,” you chuckle. “I can still walk.” But your husband has a mind of his own. “Nuh-uh,” he stubbornly replies. “I’d carry ya if you’d let me.” 

He sits you down next to Geto sipping on some tea. “But I can always put you in my lap.” He gives you a sultry smile as he sits next to you, trapping you between them. “Or mine,” Geto cuts in. “You know Y/N enjoys sittin’ on me more.” He places his tatted hand on your thigh, his fingers caressing your skin. 

“None of that right now, fellas,” you purr while Gojo kisses your neck. He pouts, but stops, one hand still playing with your hair. You smile, placing your hands on theirs, right over their rose tattoos. “But later tonight, I’ll hold y’all to it.” Your husbands look happy with that idea. 

As they go back to watching the twins play, you admire the dark ink of their rose tattoos. After all of this time, Benji the Bandit and Valentine seem so far away. After their deaths, there had been a slew of criminals and bandits running a mock in the Wild West that you and your Gunslingers took care of. It only lasted for a year, but your killing spree was enough to scare the wits out of any aspiring bandit. 

After some time of traveling and living the outlaw life, you three finally retired to Willow Springs to marry and start your family. And here you are now, sitting with everything you’ve ever wanted, fully embracing your past and looking forward to your future with your husbands. 

You admire them both, loving how the rays of the afternoon sun turn their hair into spun gold. It is getting dark earlier now and soon, winter will replace fall as it always has and always will. Time continues to pass and you still see your husbands as the sexy, smooth-talking, gun-wielding outlaws you met all of those years ago. And you know they still see you as the hot-headed, stubborn, fierce Fatale Femme (though you’ve softened overtime).  

Gojo sees you watching him and raises an eyebrow. “What?” he curiously asks. 

You shake your head, squeezing your husband’s hands in fear that they may disappear. That this peaceful, cozy life in Willow Springs with them is just an illusion. “Nothin’,” you giggle. “I’m just so glad you chose me.” 

Geto scoffs, releasing your hand to wrap an arm around your shoulders. “More like we’re glad you chose us, little lady,” he replies. “You could’ve had anyone, but you went with us two outlaws.” He presses a soft kiss to your cheek and Gojo follows suit, the both of them pressing their lips to your face. 

When they pull away, they place each hand on your plump stomach. “This is the life, ain’t it?” Gojo hums. He leans his head against yours, watching your twins play and the blue sky stretch like a painted canvas above. 

Sitting between them, you feel more at peace than you ever had. “Yeah,” you agree, sighing softly. “It’s a dream come true.” 

THE END.

[musclemommy17]

the rare Japanese Snowbell

Pairing: Shoto todoroki x genius reader

Syn: Todoroki with a genius lover? and how do they work together as a pair?

Warnings: mind games, slightly gore, talk of a crime scene, stressed reader and a icy hot watching her every move, Cussing, a cute lil fic with Shoto making reader feel better. Most fluff is at the end. I tried to make it a little different from the norms. <3

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October 17,

The smell of books fills the air as Y/N sits leaning on the desk. Your eyes squinting slightly reading over files. Not bothering to get out your hero suit, you read over the newest crime report. Crime Analytics have always been your favorite. Pictures flashing in your mind as you read looking in the papers. "Y/n love?" Turning around you see a certain half and half man. His mixed color eyes scanning you. "The report isn't due for a week." Todoroki says softly but sternly. Not wanting you too overdo it. "Sorry, but how come the murderer, uses measurements and a math standpoint. Most killers are more into meds and human body parts." You say cringing slightly. Todoroki leans against the wall. "Stop it. Come eat before it gets cold. Bakugo and Denki broke the sink after Denki snuck a snack while Bakugo was cooking." He says in his monotone voice. "Do I want to know?" Your say not bothering to look at him. The scene doesn't make sense. Almost like the body was placed there from a different place. The killer may even have multiple places to commit- "Y/N?" Todoroki interrupt's your thoughts. Seeing him now beside you. "Yea?" You look up at him. "Let's go eat love. You tend to over think without eating." He says half-jokingly. With out another word you guys go and sit down. Everyone jokes and smiles at each other. Class 1-A was a family. A big family. Even hurting each other like siblings. Or bullies. Looking over at Denki with a wrap on his head. And seeing a broken sink in the kitchen. Looking back to see Bakugo's hand wrapped too. Ouch. The girls laugh as mina puts lip-gloss on Denki who is passed out. Feeling as hand on your knee under the table you look to see Shoto looking worried at you. "Zoned out." You say going back to eating. "I was thinking about going to see my mother tomorrow." Shoto says making convo. "I have to go to the crime scene. I hope the lab didn't take everything into testing yet." I say thinking about my soon date with a murder scene.

October 18,

Cold air peaks though your jacket as you had to the house. Yellow tape covers the house. Aizawa talks to an officer as they allow me in. Part of the Crime Analytics class is you studying the scene. Most struggle with this. Wanting to fight. And yes, you can do that too. But chasing and profiling the suspect is your strong suit. Besides being socially awkward and not knowing general keys peoples use on day-to-day activities your flaw has its perks. The photographic memory never failing you on cases. The thrill of studying and picking a suspect's brain as if acting like them in the scenes caused you to get popular with officers. Now going on scenes themselves helping and training. The cold gloves now on your hands you pick up a soaked in blood cloth. Seems torn from something. Putting it in a bag you stand up. "Love?" Turning around Todoroki is inside. gloves on too. "Hey. I didn't want you breaking down." he says knowing about how I can break down overstimulated. "The thigh muscle was missing from her body." I say still thinking. "Okay well then they played doctor?" Todoroki says cringing at the pool of blood. He never liked these things. "No. The killer shows no sign of having medical background." "Well maybe he was trying to learn?" Todoroki says firing back looking at some picture frames. "No. He uses math in his crimes." "He?" Todoroki says turning to you. "It's a male." I say knowingly. Stepping over some blood I look closer at the blood. "He is no doctor. So, he won't be selling the parts. uses math. goes after a type of girl every time." I say mumbling connecting dots. Someone calls Todoroki out of the room leaving you alone. the background buzzes with voices as you focus closer. A knife. He skilled with it. Going after teenage girls. Athletic. All girls do sports. Missing muscles in their body. Showed signs of fighting. These thoughts flood in your head as you walk over to the window. Seeing it clean and looking normal. Way to normal. Everything is dusty showing she hasn't cleaned but the window. But no fingerprints on it. Unless the killer cleaned it off. He knows how to use a knife and math. He knows how to clean up a scene. He uses measurements of drugs to paralyze the girls. how does he know the right amount to use? Feeling someone grab your shoulder you turn quickly. "Um ma'am the scene is closing Aizawa is waiting in the front." The officer says softly.

8:24 pm.

Dropping off some notes to Bakugo you see a new book on his shelf. "Oi. what are you looking at nerd?" Bakugo says looking at him with that annoyed face. "You got a new book?" I say walking over to it. "You need learn how to shut that whole photo memory shit off." He says sitting down turning away from you. The hard cover is cold. Its new. Most liking bought online. "Seasoning for the seasons" A cheesy name on it. Yep, it's a cooking book alright. Your about to put it up when you see measurements on the back. measurements. Opening it shows body parts of beef and where its located. What knifes to use for meats and for different textures. And next. Measurements for cutting the meat. on the back it talks about farmers use for drugs on the animals to make death painless. Taking the book you run out. Bakugo screaming and exploding shit as you run out of the house. Getting in the keys to Todoroki's car you get in. Not bothering to even get out of your pjs you go to back up out of the drive away when a hand slams on the hood. "Y/n, what's wrong?!" Todoroki ask opening the door to the driver's seat trying to stop you. "We have to go. The police. The murder." You mumble shaking as Todoroki pulls you out. Hugging your body, he stops your tossing and turning. "Hey. breathe. Get in the passenger seat I will take you." he says calmly not bothering to ask me more questions. Knowing damn well you don't have your license yet.

9:12 pm.

Sitting in the police station talking to the police. Aizawa lecturing Todoroki for giving in. This isn't the first time I have dragged him along. "The killer eats the girls. We are closely related to pigs. Ribs are soft and tender. Most psychopath's have texture issues such as me, so we like hard meet. Tough pork chops." you breath as the officers look at you crazy. Todoroki standing close beside me protectively. Staring at you with amazement. "He paralyzes the girls like they do in pig slaughterhouses. But he works in a kitchen or even a production line for meats. He knows how to cook the girl's muscles to taste like pork. He uses knifes and is very good with them. But he doesn't have medical experience no he has slaughterhouse experience." You say shaking your body over stimulated. Clues and thoughts going 90 to nothing as everything clicks. The officers take action researching.

11:53 pm.

Todoroki hugs your back. Playing with your hair as you guys lay down. After two panic attacks and Todoroki telling everyone to fuck off as they tried to hug you when you got home, knowing you don't like psychical touch when stressed. Your breathing is calm. All your thoughts drift as Todoroki's tight hold calms you. "You're like a Japanese Snowbell." He says softly. "Those are rare Tho. They are in the family Styracaceous and are trees but considered flowers-" You ramble saying facts that don't make sense on why you would know. "I know." Todoroki had always had his own way of thinking. Never explaining why just always saying his mind. He was a leaving Bold titles while you were a living definition. "You can read 1234 words per minute but when it comes to poetry you stumble." He says kissing your shoulder. "It doesn't make sense to me. I don't like fiction or a challenge of who can write the best rhyming words." You can feel him smile. "Poetry is all you read." u say rolling your eyes. "Maybe because I'm not good explaining myself." He says turning your over slightly to look at him. "Why did you say I am like a Japanese Snowbell?" U ask softly. Shoto smile "until you can understand poetry you won't know." He says challenging you to master another skill. not saying anything your brain ranks though facts about them. maybe it's because you don't like the cold?

12:02 am.

Todoroki smiles hearing you sleeping. Thinking back to how he thought you were even weirder than him when he first saw you the first day of school. Early summer you bloomed. Happy with the nice weather you would sit outside reading multiple books at a fast pace while everyone joked and messed around. How you effortlessly solved hard math equations. He studied you more than the schoolbooks you studied. Noticing your dislike for poetry. Learning how to help with autism and changing little things around the dorm to fit your comfort. Never touching your organized messes of papers and books you have stacked up on your desk. Making a holding for everything you lose and putting a tracking device on your keys and air pods. Everything you lose so he can be your knight and shining armor. He thought you were a rare flower. But your smarts made you as strong as a tree. He thought you were beautiful and rare. Never seen twice. Just like a Japanese Snowbell.

[cranberrymoons]

baby, i'm all tied up

prompt: vines (discord drabble) word count: 500 rated: t tags: hellcheer, meet cute, rockstar eddie, makeup artist chrissy

He hadn’t really expected for it to turn out like this, all but immobilized against a pillar while the rest of the band stands around him perched on platforms of different heights which – he’s been told – will eventually look like jagged outcroppings of rock. 

Apparently post production can work miracles, because right now they just look like boxes, and Eddie can feel the fake vines (whatever they’re made out of, rubber?) chafing at his wrists, and –

Well. 

This is what you get for hiring an avant garde French photographer to do the artwork for your third studio album, which just had to be a concept album based on some stupid DND nonsense that he’s absolutely regretting now.

The photographer takes a break to fiddle with one of his lenses, and the makeup artist shuffles forward to touch up his face. He lets her angle his chin this way and that, and he studies her face as she works.

“Any idea how much longer?” he asks after a moment. “I kind of have to pee, and –”

He flexes against the vines to demonstrate, and she laughs.

“Just another hour or so, I think.”

“Oh great,” he says. “I only have to not pee for an hour. Awesome.” 

She smiles again but doesn’t say anything, and he shuts his eyes obediently as her brush tickles over his cheeks and up toward the bags that are probably showing through the concealer. 

So he was out a little late last night; it’s not like he had a photoshoot or anything this morning.

“I’m Eddie,” he says after a moment. He opens his eyes as she reaches into her bag to switch brushes. “By the way.”

She glances up, raising her eyebrows. Her smile is toothy and lovely, and he kind of wishes he wasn’t tied up like this, so he could – he doesn’t really know. Something. Show off somehow.

“I know,” she says. She lowers her voice conspiratorially. “Not sure if you’ve heard, but you’re actually a very famous rockstar, and we’re all here because of you.”

“Not all because of me,” he says. She starts on his mouth, and he goes on without moving his lips. “There’s the rest of the ‘and.”

“True,” she says. “There’s always the rest of the and.”

He starts to grin at her, and she taps him on the nose with the end of her brush until he stops. 

“Band,” he says. “I meant band.”

“I know what you meant,” she says. “You’re just lucky I –”

But just then, they call for places, and the rest of the crew pulls back from where they’d been fiddling with the set dressing. She caps the little pot of lip color and places it back in its slot in her bag, and he feels his heart do a flip in his chest as she gives him a last once over and deems him finished. 

“Chrissy,” she says before he has to ask. “My name’s Chrissy. It’s nice to meet you, Eddie.”

[also on ao3]

[mr-nauseam]

re: ask game

12, 25 for marcus and sejanus!

omg first I appreciate the questions very much buddy!!!!! <3

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Let me think… I can quite proudly say that I got it into vicó's head that Marcus has scars <3

Some on his face, on his neck and a lot on his hands, because he keeps carving too many trees and stuff. Small wooden figures, once he made a small bear, another time a flower for his little sister, and he practiced with many hearts before making the real one in marble (which he clearly gave to Sejanus as a gift).

You know, I think they are both quite artistic in their own particular ways. I like to think that Marcus might have some sort of hobby with woodworking, so he's making some pretty nice carved chairs.

And Sejanus, I've added just about any artistic hobby I could think of. He writes poems and can recite them, he also likes to draw, and he can paint in watercolors, although I don't think he's musical. Of course he likes music but he's terrible at singing, and he can't play any instruments, but back to his drawings and paintings.

I think Sejanus can draw people, and animals but it is rare for him to do so. I think he's more into landscape painting, he's doing landscapes all the time that he remembers from his home in Two, and he's even done some doodles of the desolate landscapes of the Capitol. So brutal, so cold and imposing but he's almost always trying to capture what he remembers of the mountains, of the colorful houses of his old neighborhood, Marcus' house he draws it often, he was there many times in the past.

Btw. The only people I think he has portrayed are Marcus and Coriolanus respectively.

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

This may come as a bit of a surprise because I breath and I talk about snowjanus all day long, so it's no surprise guess that I'm obsessed with Coriolanus and Sejanus, especially Sejanus, right?

Now what the heck does that have to do with the question? Well before I saw the movie, at least after I read the book and reread it, I really disliked Coriolanus (I still despise him) and I also found him the least interesting in the book because drum roll I WAS OBSESSED WITH SEJANUS (nobody's surprise) AND MARCUS!!!!!

Sejarcus is actually my first ship I made in TBOSAS <3

So I was turning them both over in my head those weeks before the movie changed me. First things first I found them the most interesting thing about the story, as obvious, not that Snow's dramas wouldn't have been entertaining but what little information I had about Sejanus, ESPECIALLY HOW LITTLE I KNOW ABOUT MARCUS is what made me obsess over them so badly.

Sejanus first struck me as adorable and I was amazed at the multitudes he contained. He was acting like a scared rabbit most of the time, he was sad and depressed but still had the courage to speak up!!! to try to defend his opinions and really cared about people. It was written in stone I would go crazy for him.

And Marcus… So this isn't very relevant but I really like the dectives genre and this guy IS a perfect mystery.

Something that impressed me a lot - and it's something I think about to this day a normal amount - is the contrast between what everyone predicted for him and his end. As everyone keeps saying the odds are that Marcus will be the winner because he is tall and strong but he ends up being, if possible, the biggest loser of the games.

I really almost cried during that scene. And I was really intrigued by his past with Sejanus, the kind gesture, his silence, his isolation, the photograph, the marble heart, the cruelty of fate that he was Sejanus' tribute (or Strabo's cruelty, depending on your interpretation of the matter).

All we knew about Marcus were fragments! less than that! little clear data, which can tell a lot if you are delulu enough and I am delulu enough!

I don't think I've changed my opinion of them? or my perception of them. I still love them with my soul... Maybe there are things that I now see more nuanced, for example I now recognize many of Sejanus' flaws (none) but that's ok I love him more for be so full of flaws <3 and maybe I think I now have a more defined interpretation of who Marcus is in my head, I have a playlist and everything.

And that's all. Hope u like this :))

(and if anybody want ask something Im so into it!)

[enigmarain]

FWtB: Revenge on the bully

From White to Black (Chapter 1)

FWtB: Shower (Chapter 2)

FWtB: Body update (Chapter 3)

FWtB: Loving Mommy (Chapter 4)

FWtB: Caring Daddy (Chapter 5)

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Robbie was lying on the bed and resting, his beloved parents were lying with him. His mother was lying with her head on his chest, and his father was lying lower - his head was on Robbie's groin.

The night was really stormy - the guy had to please his parents from below while they were kissing. The father sat with his pussy on Robbie's penis, and the mother on the guy's face while he did cunnilingus with his tongue.

Now Robbie got up and began to get dressed - he put on a white T-shirt, denim shorts and socks. The T-shirt hugged his muscular torso, and the shorts did not hide his big "device" much. He was going to school.

Despite the changes, classmates didn't care about Robbie's changes either, and no one was embarrassed that the 21-year-old was studying at school. He sat down at his usual place and prepared for lessons.

Robbie had an idea. He wanted revenge on a bully. There was a nasty guy in his class-a guy named Rick. He was a typical muscular guy whose muscles replaced brains.

The black guy knew how he could get revenge on Rick. He knew when to take revenge. But you have to wait for that.

***

Now physical education was over. Robbie came to the men's locker room, where his classmates were changing clothes. Rick was among them.

The guy sat down on a bench and began to change clothes too, but for show - Robbie had a plan. He waited until Rick was alone.

He sat and watched intently. When there were two or three guys left, Robbie took out his phone and pointed it at Rick - he was sitting in the distance and putting on sneakers.

The black guy focused the camera on the bully and finally took a picture. He did it without anyone noticing. It was lucky that the last potential witnesses left before Robbie took Rick's picture.

The guy started Chronivak and began to introduce changes. There was an update of the application, where you can save the memory of the changes to the person who was photographed. And the second update made it possible to change people, changing their appearance not just into a person, but into an object or an animal.

Robbie decided to take advantage of this and began to make changes, and then clicked "Save Changes", before putting a check mark on the item "save memory".

Rick stood up, but almost immediately sat back down on the bench. His body wouldn't obey, and then he saw his arms and legs begin to retract into his body.

- What's goin on?! - he screamed. It was obvious that he was scared.

Robbie, on the other hand, sat and continued to watch the transformation. The bully's body gradually seemed to deflate like a balloon. The legs retracted into the body until there were pathetic stumps, which are a quarter of the hips.

The arms were completely retracted into the torso. Rick couldn't make a single sound anymore, as his voice seemed to have disappeared. The head also began to sink, and the neck shortened.

Holes began to appear at the hips, as well as on the forehead, when the head was pulled into the trunk. The skin changed color to glossy black. And here in Rick's place lay his clothes, gradually disappearing into the air, as well as black latex underpants - Rick turned into it.

Robbie came out when only Rick's underpants were now lying on the bench. He took it and examined them with a grin.

"Enjoy your new position," Robbie said, and began to take off his underpants to put on Rick.

He put it on and began stroking in the groin area. The underpants fit perfectly. With a clasp along the penis.

"You're perfect", - the black guy whispered and began to put on clean clothes. He knew that Rick's consciousness was preserved and now he couldn't do anything, feeling how he was hugging Robbie's body.

"Don't worry", - Robbie continued, - "I can turn you into something else later, but you can't be human anymore"

Rick didn't understand what was going on. He couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't speak, but he could feel him hugging Robbie's groin, thighs, and buttocks. He tried to at least do something, but he was unable to move on his own.

Robbie made fun of Rick a little bit and still decided to stop torturing him like that when he gets home. He put on shorts, a T-shirt, socks and sneakers and went out with a bag.

"No one knows you're missing somewhere", - Robbie whispered, Rick could somehow hear it.

The guy calmly walked home. He enjoyed his new underpants, which creaked pleasantly.

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FWtB: Ordinary day (Chapter 7)

[stereopticons]

2023 writing round-up

Rules: Share what you wrote this year! It can be works you posted to Ao3, Wattpad, Tumblr, or anywhere else! You can share everything you wrote or just the ones you're most excited about.

Thanks for the tags, @hippolotamus @rmd-writes @kiwiana-writes. This has been a rough year but hey, we've almost made it through.

January

we were loud like love [david/patrick, E, 5k]

David wears a collar. Tenderness and filth ensues.

the world would make sense again (if i held your hand) [twylexis, T, 2.7k]

Twyla finally tries to get over her fear of flying to go visit Alexis. Alexis tries to make it easier for her.

if you'll be my star, i'll be your sky [david/patrick, T, 1.2k]

A small, late-night moment of domestic bliss in the kitchen of the cottage.

puzzling it out [david/patrick, E, 1.9k, part of the wordplay series]

A wrong answer on a crossword puzzle prompts an interesting discovery for Patrick.

February

with a hand on your side of the bed [david/patrick, T, 2.3k]

Five times David falls asleep without Patrick, and one time they wake up together.

March

paint me up (you're my favorite color) for @blackandwhiteandrose [david/patrick, E, 2.5k]

David wears nail polish. Patrick has a lot of feelings about it.

let my love fix you up for @rosedavid [david/patrick, T, 1.7k]

After Patrick is injured while hiking, David takes care of him.

April

your secret's safe with me for @scrarefest [stevie/ruth, M, 3.1k]

Stevie enlists David's help to plan a surprise party for Ruth. It goes about as well as one would expect.

let our shadows fall away like dust for @hippolotamus [david/patrick, E, 3.2k]

David has a bad day. Patrick makes it better the best way he knows how.

May

tangle and stretch [david/patrick, T, 3.3k]

Patrick sees David on a magazine as a child, and David weaves his way into Patrick's life without either of them realizing it.

June

in the long tresses of your hair (i am a babbling brook) [david/patrick, T, 1.3k]

An airplane meet-cute-ish in which Patrick finds himself obsessed with David's hair.

July

(B)13 Reasons Why [david/patrick, T, 3.1k]

collab with @blackandwhiteandrose. Patrick gives David a gift for their 13th wedding monthiversary.

i'll miss you from this place that i stand [david/patrick, T, 1.4k]

After the wedding, all the Roses leave Schitt's Creek within a few weeks of one another. David doesn't handle it very well.

catch my breath to breathe your name [david/patrick, E, 358]

Patrick and David have explored a lot of things together. At the heart of it all is love.

August

never knew a home until i found your hands [alex/henry, E, 1.1k]

Henry and Alex get a little handsy (and have some feelings) at the lakehouse.

touch me [david/patrick, T, 546]

An incomplete list of the ways David and Patrick touch each other during the wedding.

September

knock on wood [david/patrick, E, 3.4k, part of the every year we get a bit closer series]

Five wood-related fifth anniversary gifts that Patrick gives to David, and one (or two) that David gives to Patrick.

you can tell everybody (that this is your song) [david/patrick, T, 1k]

A story of falling in love and David and Patrick trying to find their way to each other told through a series of drabbles inspired by song lyrics.

crossed words and open hearts for @sc-passions-and-pastimes [david/patrick, E, 2.6k, part of the wordplay series]

Five times David needs help with a crossword puzzle and one time he doesn't.

parallax for @sc-passions-and-pastimes [david/patrick, T, 5k]

collab with @indestructibleheart.

Patrick doesn't have an eye for art; he doesn't pay much attention to painting or sculptures. But he likes photography. Well, he likes a photographer in particular, anyway. The mysterious artist known only as D.R. — a black-and-white film photographer from New York — may have disappeared from the world years ago... but Patrick still treasures the one print he'd purchased during a business trip in the city. After all, it may have given him the courage to break his own heart, move to a city he'd never heard of, and meet the love of his life. He hasn't thought about in years. That is, until he's picking up lunch at the café and something familiar catches his eye. The tone, the light — he'd know an original D.R. photo anywhere. "Oh, this?" Twyla grinned, pointing to the frame on the restaurant wall. "David gave me that."

October

everybody's waiting for the next surprise [david/patrick, T, 1.4k]

Stevie drags David to a haunted house on Halloween. They run into a kind stranger in a blue button down in the group ahead of them. You know how this story goes.

November

my misspent youth and my slow decline [david/patrick, T, 800]

Four characters reflect on something that haunts them through four double drabbles. Or, the author projects feelings onto an unprecedented four characters at once.

December

ribbons and bows [david/patrick, E, 1.7k, WIP]

Daily advent calendar drabbles for Schitt's Creek

my only wish is one more year (and then i want them all) [alex/henry, E, 1.7k, WIP]

Daily advent calendar drabbles for RWRB

And, god willing, two Frozen Over fics and one RWRB 5+1 before the end of the year.

I haven't been tracking who's done this, so apologies for tagging you if you already have! @apothecarose @chelle-68 @lizzie-bennetdarcy @lilythesilly @nontoxic-writes @blackandwhiteandrose and anyone else who wants to share!

[inu-mothership]

Inu-Mothership Spotlight Saturday: Holiday Edition! Week 2: Food and Drink

Hello everyone! We here at the @inu-mothership are back with our next set of holiday fic recs! This week, our theme is Food and Drink/Cooking and Eating Together, and we have ten stories for you that are focused on the tradition of cooking/baking/eating together. Some of the stories aren't quite holiday-focused, but we hope you will forgive us, as we wanted to find fics that highlighted the joy of sharing a meal.

Stories are listed in alphabetical order, with ship, rating, and status (ongoing or completed) in the parenthetical. We hope you enjoy, and maybe some of these stories will inspire your next meal or your next baking enterprise!

An Annoying Christmas Elf (InuKag; T; complete) by @jeremymarsh

Christmas is still a couple of weeks away and Inuyasha is already sick of hearing the tenant upstairs sing Michael Bublè's entire discography, especially if it's Sunday morning and he's just trying to recover from a hellish week at work. He's ready to give her a piece of his mind, but the meeting doesn't go as hoped.

Apple Pie and Mistletoe (InuKag; M; complete) by @ruddcatha

Called out of town unexpectedly for work just before Christmas, Inuyasha Takahashi asks his best friend Kagome, whom he's secretly loved for years, to house sit. When a storm grounds his plane, will the two friends admit their feelings, or continue to stay silent? What role does Apple Pie and Mistletoe play in what is about to unfold?

The Christmas Cake Tradition (SessKag; T; complete) by @chierafied

In which Sesshoumaru and Kagome attempt to bake a Christmas cake.

Do Hanyos Like Chocolate Chip Cookies? (InuKag; T; complete) by @ruddcatha

Kagome and Inuyasha finally has the opportunity to spend the Christmas Holidays with Kagome's family after several years hunting shards. Kagome teaches Inuyasha the difference between Christmas Cookies and Chocolate Chip Cookies, and some well placed Mistletoe could finally bring feelings to light.

The Fifth Flavor (InuKag; T; complete) by@cannibalsforbreakfast/Laeoukka (Ao3)

Inuyasha is a world-class photographer, living an isolated existence in a crappy second-floor apartment in Tokyo. His pictures go for thousands of dollars, and he'll photograph anything except people.

Kagome is opening a farm-to-table cafe on the first floor.

When Inuyasha's acute senses lead the two to fight on day one, it seems like these unwilling neighbors are destined to hate each other. But food has a way of fixing everything...

It’s Beginning to Look Like, F*** That (SessKagura; M; complete) by @shade-without-color/streamsofstoriesandcolour (Ao3)

What seems like a way to impress Kagura's colleagues, turned into an awkward baking lesson when she was with Sesshomaru. And it did not help that a certain group of people...is well you know…

Merry Christmas, Inuyasha (InuKag; G; complete) by @splendentgoddess

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the shrine, the Higurashis were preparing a meal fine. Kagome went to retrieve the chicken with care, not knowing a certain hanyou had followed her there

The Secret Baking Habits of Sesshōmaru (SessKag; G; complete) by kaoruhana (Ao3)

Stress baking is causing a Christmas Cookie problem for Sesshomaru. Good thing his neighbor Kagome has a sweet tooth.

Treat (SessKag; T; complete) by @sereia1313

Kagome surprises Sesshoumaru after a hard day at work.

たべたい (InuKag; T; complete) by @shade-without-color/streamsofstoriesandcolour (Ao3)

Inuyasha's relationship with food is complicated in his mind, however, it always seems to centre around Kagome and his now-found family.

[captain-mj]

Angels of Digitalism

I have the Rock Star AU y'all ordered! Changed it a little to explain why Soap is interacting with them. Will do a part 2 if asked. Very heavy on the GhostRoach

Soap saw the ad and almost flipped. Simple ad honestly. Digital artist needed. Decent pay but there was a line that said they would be open to negotiation. All of that was interesting sure. 

But the thing that drew his attention was the name of the band asking. 

Angels of Digitalism. 

His favorite fucking band was asking if someone could help them with some digital art. 

Something he did all the time!! He was looking for jobs right now and this was perfect. 

Soap applied immediately and almost immediately got a reply back. A little surprising just how fast they responded. 

“Can you get transportation to this location?” He followed it up with an address. 

Soap checked the distance. “Yeah, it’s not too far.”

“Good. Be here as soon as you can. Like…. Right now.”

“Oh! Okay!” Soap rushed to get dressed. He tried to find some of his better clothing that followed the aesthetic of the band. Ripped jeans and a black t-shirt. After some thought, he decided to do a plain one. He didn’t want to wear a band shirt in case it came off weird. Wearing one of their shirts may seem obsessive but wearing someone else’s may be off putting. A few minutes later and he realized maybe he was putting a little too much thought into his shirt. 

Soap rushed over there and while in the car, he thought over the band. So on paper, there were three members. Ghost, the back up vocalist and guitar player, Roach, the main vocalist, and an unknown masked member that goes on stage and fucks with a computer occasionaly. All of them wore masks, covering all of their faces but occasionally letting their hair down, but the third member didn’t even have a name. There were also drums and other instruments, but they weren’t done by a person, but by algorithms and bots. It was part of the appeal. A mix of techno and old style punk that was the whole point. Soap genuinely loved the music, but there was also the performances. It made sense that they’d need a digital artists. A lot of it was based on lights, colors and costuming. Well… So were most performances Soap realized after thinking about it for a minute. But he loved watching their concerts. 

The two of them danced so well. Both of them being so attractive did not hurt. During the last performance, Roach had been shirtless and he did some… Soap had watched Magic Mike and that had been the closest thing he had seen to the dancing he had done on Ghost, all while he continued to play guitar like nothing was happening. 

Also, there was occasionally a person that appeared. It was always confusing because they could never be photographed but 

Soap already knew he didn’t really have a chance. He was not going to be the y/n in a fanfiction who gets either of them. Let alone both of them. 

He got there faster than he expected and rushed out so he could go inside. 

There were two men standing out front. One of them looked… vaguely like Ghost. A little smaller, but he supposed the stage may make him look bigger. The other could be Roach. A little bigger, but… stage stuff. 

Yeah. Stage stuff. 

The smaller one was Hispanic and had a grey hoodie on while the other had a long sleeved tan shirt on and jeans. Both smelled like cologne, but the taller one smelled like he drowned himself in the stuff. 

“Hey.” The American accent out of “Ghost” caught him off fucking guard. “Soap?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. I’m Alex. This is Rodolfo.” Neither offered their hands to shake so Soap kept his by his sides. 

Soap nodded. “Ah. Little surprised you guys told me your names.”

They stared at him blankly before Alex laughed. “I’m not fucking Ghost. He’s inside. Still wearing a skull mask. Roach is also inside. I’m just the guy running the computer.”

“Oh…”

“I’m their manager. You think I look like him? He’s a twink.” 

Alex glanced at Rodolfo and motioned to him. “I mean… aren’t you also a twink?”

“Get fucked. Anyway, no. I’m not Roach.” Rodolfo sighed. “We have a laptop that’s hooked up to the backdrop. Anything you draw on the laptop appears there. We need you to design some things. Also, do you do traditional art? Like painting and stuff?”

“Yeah.” 

“Cool. We’ll double your pay to also paint the backdrop. Three colors that correspond to the lights. Each disappears when a different light is on.” Rodolfo started to walk and Soap quickly followed to keep listening. “You paint the stuff. You made the designs. We have three weeks to do.”

“What designs do you need?”

“Ghost and Roach will tell you. Basically they’ll show you the routine and you design something around it. They seemed pretty excited about this one since Ghost won’t be playing the guitar.”

“Oh? Why won’t he be playing?”

“Injury.” 

Soap stared at him for a moment before realizing he was being serious. “What?”

“Injured his wrist so he can’t play.” Rodolfo looked at him.

“Won’t that prevent him from performing?” 

“Oh, it’s fine. It’s not in a cast.”

Soap frowned and just vaguely nodded after a minute. “Yeah, okay…”

“Anyway, come on stage.” Rodolfo stepped up on to the stage and Soap followed. Silks, like those from an acrobatic performance, were hanging above them and there was someone wrapped around them high above their heads. 

“Roach. Come down and meet Soap.” 

Soap looked up and watched him spin down, twirling and he tangled the silks right before he hit the ground. 

Okay, that was the exact size he expected. Roach only had a medical mask on. He had medium brown hair that fell around his ears and bright green eyes. Right now, he only had sweatpants and socks on. 

Yeah, definitely a twink. Though he was toned. Probably from his performances and constant practice. 

“Nice to meet you.” Soap kicked himself for his awkwardness but also was happy he didn’t stutter. 

Roach looked him up and down before meeting his eye again, just staring. 

“My name is Soap. Like Rodolfo said.” Soap tried, feeling a bit awkward.

“He won’t talk.” Ghost, he could tell by the fact that his voice was both really deep, gravely and clearly from Manchester, spoke right behind him. Soap definitely did not jump out of his skin. He glanced around but Rodolfo had disappeared. 

“Oh. Like a pre concert thing? Makes sense.”

“No. He’s mute.” 

Soap frowned. “I… I feel like I’m missing something.” 

“He can’t talk. Is that a problem?” Ghost growled at him and Soap looked up at him. 

Oh. 

He was a little scarier up close. Tattoos went all the way up his arms and he had his skull mask on. 

“N-no! Not at all! Just how do you guys… sing?”

“He uses a vocaloid. Obviously.”

“Oh. Yeah, no one knows that.” 

Ghost laughed for a second. “Seriously?? No one?”

“There’s an entire conspiracy theory about it actually. Because his jaw doesn’t move.” Soap glanced at Roach, noticing he was blushing. For a second, he thought he may have embarrassed him before noticing that no, he was just laughing. Roach looked at him, clearly smiling and happy and Soap started to feel flustered. 

Ghost hummed. “God our fans are stupid. Im retiring.”

“NO YOU’RE FUCKING NOT SIMON.” Rodolfo screamed across the venue. “PUT WAY TOO MUCH MONEY INTO THIS. OUR LABEL WOULD KILL US.”

Soap frowned. “Man i really thought it was just the three of you guys…” So his favorite band had more hands on deck than he thought. 

“Nope. Anyway, since Rudy left, I will show you where to go.” Ghost showed him the laptop and both him and Roach watched over his shoulder. Soap quietly opened it, deciding not to bring up how unsafe it was to not have a password. 

“So what did you guys want me to do?”

“So we’re going to have lights flashing on and off that will change the coloring. We’re going to be covered in different paints so there will be tons of color. We need a background in black and white that’s going to follow us during our routine.” 

Soap nodded. “Let me see your routine real quick. I want to draw the lines of movement so that I can make sure I match it.”

The two of them nodded and a second later he heard music he didn’t recognize. Before he could get excited at potentially hearing brand new music, he realized it was Mitski. 

They practiced using Mitski. 

Soap had a lot of feelings about that. 

The two of them circled around each other, both of them masked but wearing much less clothing. There was also the fact that there were no bright lights or makeup to obscure them. 

Soap recorded their performance and watched them. 

Ghost grabbed Roach suddenly and spun him, Roach’s legs going around his waist as they moved. They separated and Roach started to dance along the beams with Ghost all but chasing him. Roach grabbed one of the silks and jumped out of Ghost’s grasp, slowly twirling. They slowed for a second, but Soap wasn’t sure if it was part of the routine. The two of them had made eye contact and they seemed to be enveloped in each other before they went back to moving. 

Their dancing was beautiful. Soap wondered if they were professional dancers or just picked it up due to their performances. Roach moved like a gymnast, twirling in the air and moving with an unearthly grace. 

Finally the song ended and Roach ended up in Ghost’s arms, the two of them just staring. 

Soap paused. He thought Alejandro, the artist they occasionally hung out with, was dating Roach. 

Well, now that he was thinking of it. Alejandro said he was dating someone in the band and Soap had just found out there were a lot more members than he thought. 

He thought so hard that he almost missed the quick kiss Roach gave Ghost’s cheek before stepping away and looking at Soap. 

Soap gave him a thumbs up and cut off the recording. He then drew a mockup of the general lines of motion, making them a little big so if there were slight deviances, the designs would still follow their movements. 

Soap sat on the couch in the back stage area and started to draw. They moved around him and occasionally one of them would look at what he was doing, give criticism and then keep going. He kinda thought that should’ve gave him more instructions if they had opinions but so far all Ghost said was “Get creative”. So a black and white canvas that follows their movements. No theme. There would be colors. Fantastic. 

Soap tried to put… something together. He was interrupted by a tap on his shoulder by Alex.

“Want coffee?”

“Oh. Sure?”

“Good.” He handed Soap forty dollars. “Go get coffee for everyone please. I’ll text you our orders.” 

Soap stared at him but Alex was already wandering off. Look, technically everyone else seemed to also be working hard. Alex was clearly coding something, Ghost and Roach were still practicing and working on music and Rodolfo had a small pile of paperwork in front of him that he clearly needed to get done. Some of the slips of paper had giant red letters and that didn’t look promising. 

But he was also working!! What gives??

After silently fuming about it for a minutes, but ultimately deciding that Alex already gave him the money, Soap went and got the stupid coffee. Rodolfo had an iced caramel macchiato with six extra shots of espresso, Roach had a white chocolate mocha, Ghost had a shaken espresso and Alex had a black coffee. Soap stared at him for a minute to see if he was being pretentious, but he seemed to genuinely like the coffee. 

Like a freak. 

Who likes black coffee from coffeeshops? You make it at home or its just not good. 

While staring at Alex, he watched him kick his leg into the table and it bent. In Half. Not at the knee. 

Soap gagged and Alex laughed. “It’s just a prosthetic. Don’t worry.”

“How did you lose your leg?” Soap asked before wincing. “Oh, sorry. Don’t answer that.”

“Nah, it’s cool. I lost in the war.” 

Soap blinked, trying to do the mental math to think of Alex’s age versus the wars in the area.

“Not like the military. It was me, a dumpster and some raccoons.”

Soap stared at him, trying to figure out the joke here. There was a joke. What was the joke?

“Yeah… the Dumpster one. Lost two raccoons that day. What a waste. They were good dumpster diving buddies, ya know?”

“I’ve never went dumpster diving.”

“Really?” Alex looked so genuinely surprised Soap felt like he should be offended. Instead, he just walked away. 

Soap settled down with his own drink, something unfortunately low in caffeine since he had to be careful with his meds, and started working again. He wanted to get rough sketches of the animations for the background, animations would work better plus they were projecting anyway, he wanted this to be cool and impress these guys even if they were… much more… 

Alright, so they were kinda losers. Still hot though. Even the scary small one. 

The lights went out across the entire venue and Soap let out a… less than manly scream. A phone flashlight lit up in front of him and he blinked.

“Uh… Which of you is it?”

Roach tilted the light so it illuminated his face. He smiled at him and offered him his hand. Soap took it and Roach gently led him outside. It had gotten dark and only now did he realize how long he had been there. 

Roach looked at him for a moment before punching his shoulder and texting him. 

“See you tomorrow - :)”

Soap felt so giddy at having the Roach’s phone number now. “See you tomorrow. When should I come by?”

“We’ll be arriving at 12 so any time after that works.” 

Ghost, Soap could tell because who else would have a helmet with a skull on it, turned on his motorcycle and waved to them. Roach rushed over and got on the back, arms wrapping snugly around Ghost’s waist. Ghost gave a two finger salute to Soap before they both left, leaving Soap to stand there. 

Not the most eventful first day, but they would be working together for at least two weeks. Maybe longer if he could convince them to keep him around. 

Soap finally let the little freak out he had been holding in since that morning in.