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part 2!
Pro-racer Mikey that needs to do photoshoots and commercials every once in a while because he's famous and has a pretty face
He's put into his tracksuit or into lavish clothes to pose for the masses and a lot of people realise that Mikey has a presence on the camera that's unshakeable
And so....they decide to have him model for a photoshoot with one of the biggest models of the industry. Which works!! It's fine
They're just pictures.
But then the model posts a selfie of Mikey and her. and she says nothing but puts a heart in the caption.
And the speculations run WILD
Comments upon comments of shipping them together, calling them a power couple.
And you sit there, stuck in a doom scroll as you see one tweet after the other. You stare at your boyfriend, black hair neatly kept and smile wide like it always was, and you see the pretty girl.
And within seconds, you feel stupid for feeling insecure because Mikey had literally spent all morning peppering you in kisses, it was IMPOSSIBLE to pry him off even though he had a shoot and Draken had to come haul his ass up and out the door.
The man had texted you complaining how the food was blegh and how he missed your face.
There's no reason to be jealous.
So you turned off your phone and when Mikey came home, exhausted but very happy to see you....you let him smother you in kisses.
And it's forgotten
Until an unofficial bonus picture was released, on the magazine's Instagram page.
Him and the model, her leaning down as he sits on a chair...his hand wrapped around her wrist while their faces are inches close to each other.
It took three seconds to switch your phone off, throw it away and break down sobbing with whatever rational thought you had leaving your head.
You didn't need to read the comments to know what they were saying. You didn't need to wait until your friend's message you to ask if you're okay, out of pity. You didn't need his friends to call you in defense of him. You didn't need him to realise what had happened.
It was all a PR stunt so why would he even need to apologize. It was just a picture. Two people who were attractive being in close proximity to each other, being ogled by millions...being perceived as perfect for each other. As 'pleasing to the eye'
Now, Mikey was filming a commercial when this happened. He'd been chatting with the co-star while the cameras rolled when he noticed Ken-chin whisper into his phone.
The man looked annoyed, ready to argue but going rigid before sighing.
With a whisper to the director, everything paused as Ken waved his phone and said it was for Mikey. That it was Emma.
There was immediate panic because there's no way it wouldn't be an emergency. And he was right, his eyes widened and body grew stiff in seconds hearing his sister berate him.
For being a bastard, for breaking your heart like that.
She demanded he fixed it and when he was about to ask what was going on.....Draken shoved another phone into Mikeys hand...the instagram page of the magazine opened.
Oh. Fuck no
"I'm leaving." Mikey yelled out, startling everyone in the room, his years of being a gang leader coming out.
"What do you mean---"
Draken blocked the director's view, hands behind his back as he went back into the position of the second in command.
"You heard him."
"He has a contract--"
"He doesn't give a fuck."
#a lil drabble cuz im stressed and#this fic has been brewing#ill write it out properly soon tho!!!!#mikey x reader#tokyorev headcanons#tokyo rev fluff#mikey headcanon#mikey imagines#mikey x you#tokyo rev x you#mikey fluff#mikey sano headcanons#mikey sano x reader#manjiro sano x reader#sano manjiro x reader#manjirou x reader
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concept (inspired by dan saying becky and jessica would probably be trans men now during a tit pre-show): jessica is actually sent to the convent like tatinof said might happen. eventually gets out of that mess, comes out as transmasc, gets top surgery, and is now he/they jessie. jessie starts exploring drag and decides to create a slutty nun drag persona as a way to try to heal some of the religious trauma from being sent to the convent. sister daniel is born (maybe daniel because of the legend of daniel in the lion's den...). eventually becky, now beck, helps jessie make a new version of the spirit halloween costume with the sexy chest cutout lower to show off jessie's top surgery scars 🏳️⚧️✨
#does someone want to write a fic about this#phan#dan and phil#dnp#this has been brewing in my head for a bit
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my fic for @solangeloweek 2024 day 4: AU! (im late but shh)
if you happen to have seen this piece below that i made earlier, it was based on a scene from this fic!
#this has been brewing for MONTHS im glad it's finally out#now yall can be infected with my sillies#cant believe pride month is almost over im gonna miss the gay people#solangelo week 2024#solangelo week#solangelo#nico di angelo#will solace#pjo#percy jackson and the olympians#pjo hoo toa tsats#solangelo fanart#solangelo fic
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Well, this is an unexpected turn of events.
#Luna Doodles#Badginfinite AU#Badget#Gadget the Wolf#Barry the Quokka#Infinite the Jackal#Burst Wisp#Sonic#Hi so a really wack AU has been brewing in my head like a storm for WEEKS#Might do more but I can confirm that I'm writing a fic about this :)
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Prompt: Thunderstorm
Wind isn’t afraid of thunderstorms. Legend isn’t either.
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“Wind?” Legend peeked his head in from the hallway. Wind didn’t jump—definitely not! “Wild sent me to get you for dinner. What are you doing back here by yourself?“
“I’m not hungry,” Wind said dismissively. He turned his gaze back to the window, watching the rain pound the glass frame with apprehension. Waiting for the flash of lightning that preceded his least favourite sound in the world, next to Aryll crying.
Rather than take the hint and leave, Legend slipped into the room, joining him on the cushioned window seat. “Everything okay? You’re always hungry,” he added teasingly.
“Fine,” Wind snapped.
Legend hummed, turned his gaze out to the storm. A flash of lightning lit up the land and Wind flinched. “Hm? Are you afraid of storms?”
Wind scoffed, tried to play it off. “No.”
“Me neither,” Legend said, but when thunder rattled the window, they both jumped, eyes wide with alarm. Legend kept his gaze outside, but Wind couldn’t miss the fear in his eyes, mirroring what lay within his own.
Taking a chance, Wind tentatively pushed himself closer to Legend, leaned into his side. When Legend didn’t push him away, rather wrapped an arm around his shoulders, Wind let himself be drawn closer into Legend’s side, resting his head over Legend’s shoulder. Whether Legend intended to comfort Wind or himself, it didn’t matter. Wind appreciated the company regardless.
Another flash of lightning, and they both braced themselves for the terrible crash that followed. Legend squeezed him tighter.
“This is a beautiful storm, isn’t it?” Legend asked, keeping his eyes on the window. “Do you want to watch it together?”
Wind smiled, snuggled farther into Legend’s side. “Yeah.”
#omg I forgot about this#this has been in my drafts for over a MONTH#anyway#subtle comforts my beloved#after this anytime a storm is brewing these two seek each other out#they never acknowledge the other is afraid#they’re just ‘watching the storm together’#aka protecting each other#I love them#brothers 🥺#faye writes#linked universe#lu#loz#lu fic#linked universe fic#lu wind#lu legend#discord prompts
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#PHEWWWW HI GANG#im writing this via tumblr web so bear with me but i hope everyone’s 2025 has started off well so far !!!!!! a lot has happened on my end#(the good and the bad but we are thugging it out!)#i’ve received very wholesome messages from my lovely moots which i’ve taken a sneak peek of and will be replying to when i get the time !!#anywho! i don’t know when i’ll be back on here bc my creative juices have been DRAINED so yeah :C i didn’t wanna leave completely so i#archived my acc for a bit while i sort things out :3 — my reason for doing so is mixed really. more on losing motivation and just basically#stuff to worry about irl BUUUUT i missed you all so much and me being here and making a post means its kinda getting better on my end so ya#prob not relevant but i’ll enable my asks again if anyone wants to leave anything so that i can come back to it again when i log on sjdnksj#also also i’ve been watching ‘the apothecary diaries’ s2 and its so amazing !! i also started ‘a sign of affection’ and let me tell you how#much i was kicking and rolling around my bed KSNDKSJ#gaming-wise i recently pulled for c0 arlecchino but lost her weapon to clorinde’s weapon 😭🙏🏼 but shes amazing and i love her gameplay sm!#AND AND OMG LADS.??. WELCOME BACK CALEBBBBBB OMGGG i havent done the main story yet but i’m excited !! i know ppl have mixed feelings over#him and his actions but hes so up my alley so ik im gonna be eating it up hehe. i did manage to pull for his standard 5 star which is#exciting too !!! anyway i want to try and get back into writing again because my mind has been brewing yet another heavy chrollo angst 😽#(i love putting my husband through grief)#or maybe i’ll start w finishing off a couple of loose ends from the fics i never finished 😭 (i’m so sorry)#welp that’s all from me !! i love u all <3
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"He Squawks!"
7th October 1963
The story can be found at @eosr-by-muxse for easier access.
Under an agreement between James and the rest of the North Westerners, after every October 6th, James is allowed to spook any of his fellow co-workers. This year has a bit of a surprise for him.
For Traintober 2023: Day 8 - Bird
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In Tidmouth Yards, three engines were laughing about as they cleaned up the little mishap one of them caused. Troublesome Trucks had been derailed by accident.
“Thon wis quite a scare, Jim!” piped up Donald with a chuckle. “Ye could’nae even wait a single day noo, could ye?”
James laughed loudly. “Of course not! It’s past my birthday, just like we agreed~!”
“We ken, auld man!” Douglas said cheekily as he pulled a Troublesome Truck back on the line. “At least we won’t be needin’ the cranes.”
“Ye’re gettin’ better at spookin’,” Donald added with the same cheekiness.
“As if I was never good at it!” huffed the red medium-sized tender engine playfully, giving a cross look at the Scottish twins. Within seconds of silence full of steam being bellowed, all three engines burst into laughter once again as they continued pulling the trucks back onto the tracks.
Once they were done, Donald asked. “Sae, who’s yer next victim?”
“Emily, of course! As always.”
“As always?” asked Douglas with a chuckle. “Sae we’re always first? How sweet, Jim.”
With another playful huff, James replied, “Well, you’re the furthest away from my branch line, and I haven’t seen you both in a while, except for the weekends, that is.”
“We saw ye yesterday, auld man,” reminded Douglas.
“But still-!”
“We get it, Jimmy,” interrupted Donald. “Still cannae believe ye’re turning fifty-ane ance this month is over.”
“May I remind you that you’re both fifty-four years old. You’re both not that much older than me, ‘auld man,’” James retorted with a tease, mimicking the twins’ Scottish accent.
“Alricht, get goin’ then if ye want tae catch Emily,” huffed Donald, shooing the larger engine away. “We dinnae want the Big Man findin’ oot aboot this.”
“Right!” puffed James. With two sharp whistles from the polished brass object, James reversed and gathered his goods train that was headed to the docks. Half of the train was from the Ffarquhar Quarry and the other was from the Goram Fell Quarry, so the trucks were full of stone. Thankfully, these trucks weren’t Troublesome Trucks. Otherwise, they would’ve gotten James back for the incident that had occurred moments prior.
The red medium-sized tender engine pulled out of the yard with his goods train and went onto the Main Line, heading towards the Brendam Branch Line.
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Brendam Docks was busy as usual with Salty bustling about and Cranky loading and unloading cargo. Goods trains were being set up as James approached Cranky.
"Here's James!" he exclaimed, whistling sharply. "Here's my train, Cranky!"
"You're gonna have to move along, James!" exclaimed Cranky with his typical grump. "I need to load another train now. You can put it underneath the dock manager's building for now!"
Without another word, James whistled once more and moved ahead. He made sure the brake van of his goods train sat right outside of the roofline of the building. Once that was done, he collected his brake van and moved along, only to find another engine stalled ahead.
Although James hadn't planned on adding this particular engine to his list, he gave it a second thought. With a soft but mischievous chuckle, he whispered, "I've been a little too nice to Edward."
His driver, Fred, caught wind and immediately spoke up. "Oh, don't you even think about it!" he whispered hastily as he grabbed the handbrake. "Come on, old boy! We're gonna be late!"
"Pft! We'll be fine. I'll only take a moment!" he whispered. Fred and George looked at one another before giving in, with Fred letting go of the handbrake. James snickered as he approached the blue medium-sized tender engine as slowly as he could. Knowing that Edward lacked the ability to open his smokebox door, James moved closer than he typically would. Once he was at the halfway point of Edward's goods train, he stopped, making sure Edward hadn't taken notice. The other engine didn't do anything but hum about, presumably waiting around. With a devious grin, James rushed forward with full force and hollered, "I'm behind you!" as loud as he could.
Edward let out a very loud squawk, startled by the sudden scream and red blur rushing past him.
James immediately pulled on his brakes the moment the sound left the other engine's mouth. The noise had shaken him out of his joy, making it short-lived. Slowly, he reversed until his smokebox aligned with Edward. He popped open his smokebox door, seeing Edward's face.
Edward's eyes were blown open, his lips creased together in a thin straight line, and his cheeks were burning to a near sooty black.
"Did you just-?" began James.
"Naw!" immediately squeaked the smaller engine, trying to be stern. "Naw, I didnae!"
"You squawked like a seagull!" exclaimed James, flustering Edward even further. "I can't believe it! He squawks!"
"James, please-!" he insisted, still trying to be stern.
"I wonder if Duck quacks?" asked James smugly. "Now wouldn't that be a treat?"
"James!"
"Oh, I won't tell anyone, Edward, if that's the problem."
"Well, aye, but-!"
"I've gotta go now! Talk to you later!" exclaimed the red medium-sized tender engine giddily before rushing off, leaving behind a very flustered Edward.
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Just a fun short story! Looks like I did get a chance to join Traintober this year just for a bit.
#ttte james#ttte edward#ttte donald#ttte douglas#the cerene rewritten railway au#traintober 2023#this idea has been brewing in my mind for a good while#so with the recent changes i made to the storyline#it was perfect timing#my writing#ttte fic#ttte#ttte au#cerenemuxse#muxse's archive
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day one done 🥹 this was truly the 2 evil 2 moon day for me
#crab watches#10th live#i'm going on to day 2 because i need to see rinka before i die#but i am definitely thinking many thoughts about 2 evil 2 moon#the like basic idea of a fic has been brewing in my head for months already#i know pretty much exactly how it starts and how jiro's journey goes#i'm not too sure about jyushi's yet is the thing#need to figure out his like. character arc. in all this
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Absolutely begging you to write the Hob/Dream cheeseburgers and vengeance story
Back when I was doing Spotify Wrapped Prompts (remember those???) I made a list of what I would do for each of them before answering the actual asks (ie following the assignment before proceeding to not follow it at all). I am banned (by myself) from continuing them until Seventies San Francisco AU is done, since it was a Spotify Wrapped prompt before it was a 20K+ WIP, from an anon who has brought a curse upon my house (affectionate). BUT one of them, to finally arrive at the point, was Romance Dawn by Radkey:
canon verse between meetings, hob is a union organizer, hob is in the punk scene, hob is setting fires or putting them out, hob is at shows, hob is getting in fights, and the fierceness of it all transmits to his feelings for his stranger, and then one day he sees him, thinks it’s a dream (is it a dream?), he kisses him, tastes blood, something is wrong, wakes with vague memories, goes running back and back again, until he gets it out of him, where are you, fawney rig. and it’s maybe a fishbowl destruction fic. and like. london punk/hardcore scene & thatcherism & trade union strikes. burning down fawney rig. sort of green room energy but holy war against the burgesses. smashing it. saving dream. not even i. we. we will salt the fucking earth here.
Anyways, I think the cheeseburgers and vengeance would fit in great with that and Hob and his punk family deserve that experience.
cc: @fancy-rock-dove <3
#have not done a fishbowl fic yet and usually avoid that era but like if i did#this is what it might look like lol#asks#the sandman#dreamling#spotify wrapped prompts#(kinda)#cursory googling makes me think late fall 1978#souxsie and the banshees' debut album has just dropped#uk's winter of discontent is brewing#so like slightly pre thatcher but that feels like it would have been a TIME#research would be SO fun for this#hmm maybe like multi year actually#like early 80s???#ANYWAYS stopping now got enough wips#thanks anon <3<3<3
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wait do u hc akito to be transfem? ur the first person ive seen on here who shares my hc if true
i more so flip between multiple hcs for a lot of characters because it's more fun that way tbh and for akito i tend to sit in the "transmasc butch lesbian" hc but i do reallyreallyreallyreally like transfem akito <3 it's super cuteeeeee girl of all time
#a fic about this has been brewing...inthe back of my head#bringing back the akito-mizuki bonding everyone loved in that akitoya romcom for it >:)#mailbox
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kinda nsfw niche funky idea including Unai Emery and the Aston Villa stadium, and yes, I will elaborate. Read more at your own risk if you know me. (all is a work of fiction etc.)
(I blame @longeyelashedtragedy for this, for - and I quote - saying "he seems like the type who’d fuck his stadium at midnight")
Anyway. Unai is... special. Different. Probably neurodivergent, if we like throwing these terms around. He's a bit of a mess, but also in desperate need to have things under control, to micromanage everything. His long talks and motivational speeches are legendary - and it's no secret that not all his players bought into his style of speaking and describing and demanding stuff, especially considering how he looks and how intense and passionate he can get when speaking about his one true love, football. I mean, imagine how kids behaved towards the one nerdy guy who would make a 20-minute-long presentation about his very niche topic of interest at school and struggled a little bit with getting some points across although it was obvious he was passionate. What a weirdo! I doubt some of the big egotistical star players have a lot of time for someone like that.
So maybe at times, Unai struggles to feel a connection with the players. Or maybe he does, but as always, he wants more. He desperately tried to build the connection with Villa fans, which so far has been a great success - they love him. Maybe he wants even more, he wants to understand the DNA of the club etc., all the usual stuff, but Unai means it, in his own weird way.
He is el enfermo de futbol, "sick for football", he's been laughed at (in a joke-y way) that he fucks football. maybe he doesn't quite do that, but he "experiences everything very intensely", and even his feelings about football are not all that... normal? with his obsession with details, planning, and micromanagement, he loves all of that - the smell of grass, getting out the cones before training, the material of the seat in the dugout, his beloved clipboard with papers with tens of different scenarios that he wrote by hand presumably during long night work sessions.... And these things are like the physical representation of football. Don't forget he started at 3rd division of the Spanish league, doing everything himself, and kinda retained that approach and mentality until today. He is the custodian, he is the "protector", he is the one responsible for the club. Sometimes it didn't work out. Now everything seems to be working out.
Enter the stadium, the place of magic. "This is really a home, not only a Stadium."
utvaddiction? For him, definitely. He's addicted to work, to progress, and to football. And the stadium represents all of that - the possible future, the dreams, the historicity of the club. Don't forget Unai co-owns a historic club Real Unión in Basque country, where his grandad used to play! He knows what history means in football. He spoke about this in an interview with Michael Calvin about how you can smell the football in England at the stadium with the crowd, and I don't think he was exaggerating. He wants to smell it, he wants to touch it, he wants to feel it. Not the round ball used for playing but the abstract football, but that's only possibly through its physical representations.
Basically, he wants to fuck the idea of football.
Where better than at a stadium, at midnight, probably after a winning match, when the memory of the crowd and the smell of football is still present?
Lets say the cameras don't work at night. Or he - of course - knows which spots around the stadium are hidden from cameras. It's basically jerking off in an empty stadium - but in a very frantic manner, with all the reasons described above, it's not just about rubbing a quick one out lol, it's intense and deep and maybe he gets to rub himself against a seat. Or, if there are really no cameras, he would probably want to get on the pitch actually. While being very respectful and fearful, almost afraid to lay his hands on the sacred grass but - I mean he's religious. He fears and loves at the same time, right? Does the same there as well. A football pitch is a sacred place and he worships it in the best way possible, knowing that this is the most intense and for him a lasting way to build and have a connection with the club that nobody else can understand.
Thanks for coming to my ted talk, you can unfollow now.
#fic prompt#this idea has been brewing in my head for over a month and I needed to get it out because it's just....so easily imaginable?#not that i want to imagine that ha ha ha... i mean.... nah. really.#BUT it had to be written down#if you ever feel like you're having weird ideas for fanfics....yeah#unai emery is a skrunkly blorbo pass it on
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WHY is nobody writing about trans women. jesus christ I have to do everything myself
#and when I finally finish the fic that has been brewing in my head for years..... THEN u will see#text post
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Disregard my previous posts about having a oneshot out in the next few days 😭💔 Writer’s block is a bitch, so I’m working on my HTML fic instead rn. Because it’s fun! And then probably my longfic and thennn I have other stuff with deadlines to work on (plus the semester starts in like a week). But SOMEDAY. Someday I will finish this fuckin Closeson oneshot. I believe 🙏🙏
#I believe………. 😰😰#chalcy stuff#I think after I finish Silver Linings (the main fic not the whole series) I will take a small break#unless I feel super compelled to write some other DnDads stuff#anyway I want to take a break for a bit and maybe write this sdv fic that has been brewing in my mind for years#unfortunately I’m also still infected with Danganronpa demons so. /lh#ik no one is making me only write DnDads stuff but also#I am incapable of having more than one interest at a time#and I just go ham with it
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I am cooking up a spicy one yall
#the art is almost done#and the fic has been brewing#it’s getting nice and spicy#in all my favorite ways
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i think we should leave behind gc fics as they are and start making more fics that are told only in ephemera of that world. more fics built out of emails and news articles and paperwork and comment sections and yes, the occasional group chat
#this is slash silly because i think gc fics are fun i just also think that there is so nuch that could be done with in-universe writings#i have a star wars fic in this vein that has been brewing in my mind for the past month or so#AT THE END OF THE DAY ! cringe is dead be free and do what you want i support it
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i miss writing fic but also i have no motivation whatsoever.
#maybe when 8b airs i will finally finish that goddamn buddie fic#and start on the tbdate au that has been brewing#but also i was trying to rewatch 911 and totally lost my place and now im sad :(#bee.txt
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