#<- yippee new writing tag

[supernovaa-remnant]

Ad Aeternum

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Ad Aeternum: To Eternity "Like humanity finding life on Europa, he muses. Just as life is an inevitability wherever there is liquid water and heat, perhaps there's an inevitability about him and Dream, too."

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Rating: Teen Fandom: Dream SMP Relationships: Dream/Wilbur Soot, Dream & Wilbur Soot, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Wilbur Soot, Dream, JSchlatt, Karl Jacobs, George Not Found, Background & Cameo Characters

here she is!! my pride and joy, and the labor of my love: Ad Aeternum <3

(it's a locked fic, so if you'll need to be logged into an ao3 account to view it)

[hibiscuslynx]

thinking about personifications. always. but like, how they view themselves. this is the sky and these are the trees and this is the dirt. you are the dirt, you are the trees, and in some ways you are the sky. blue sky, cloudy sky, rainy sky—there's a type of sky you are associated with, so, in a way, you are the sky, and your jurisdiction does extend into the air between your borders, so yes, you are the sky. you are also a body. living and breathing, with limbs you move on your own, a brain you call your own. a brain that functions on its own, though? not necessarily. no. free will is a myth. you couldn't break free of some of your traits if you tried. no amount of self help, no amount of reflection, no amount of anything at all could free you (the body) from yourself (the people, the ideas, the stereotypes). the question is not, who am i, then, without free will, if i am not in charge of my own brain, but rather: when you stand on a state, your state, you, between your borders, where do you end and where do you begin? you (the body) and you (the land) and you (the people) and you (the government) and you (the ideas) and you (the stereotypes) and you (the brain). parts of a sum. the distinctions are important. you could not function if you saw them as a whole. you are your own person and yet you are not. for example: the people. you shake the hand of a resident and you look in their eyes and you are them, whether you like it or not. they make up you. they are your children and they are your parent and they are the living, breathing, mortal parts of you. if they die do you die? fuck, you can't think about that. but, the fish in the river and the birds in the sky. they are mortal, too. and they are you, too. you, you, you, it's all you, because you are the state. you are the state—everything in it, everything that calls it home, whether its the microorganisms in the dirt or the specks of dust in the wind. the atoms in the sky. the atoms. H20, C02, and the like. atoms. that's all you are. atoms that don't abide by the laws of nature. yes, you get sick, but you don't die. you don't decompose. you don't decay. immortal. you're an immortal being made up of mortal parts that control you. you're not quite a puppet because you have some semblance of free will despite what you just said earlier, but the point still stands. you're nothing more than the sum of parts. but why? why do you exist? looks like you have something in common with the people. you are them, afterall. you look like them and you think like them too. so you (the brain) wonder why you (the body) exists. don't wonder too hard. don't wonder about your existence because you begin wondering about all existence. a negative feedback loop. instead, turn to religion. the religion you have no choice in choosing or leaving. try to find an answer. realize that there is no neat ending to this. no bow to put on the wrapping. this story is ever continuing and you are ever wondering. maybe you should give up trying to find an answer. stop wondering. stop thinking. you exist, whether you like it or not. you are a sum of parts, whether you like it or not.

[2chaotic4u]

hi i wrote smth. it's sun and moon x reader. it's just some fluff and it's Self Indulgent™ enjoy it or smth.

gender neutral, no use of "y/n", can be read as romantic or platonic.

you work at the daycare and someone was overworking, so Sun and Moon both decided. you needed a break.

Today was a.. wild day, to say the least. The kids were chaotic, more chaotic than normal, and made a huge mess. You had been cleaning up, while Sun cleaned himself up. The poor guy was covered in glitter glue.

He had noticed how you weren't taking breaks during your cleaning, like usual, but he saw you looked exhausted due to the kids, so he spoke up.

“You should probably take a break now!” He suggested while looking over at you with that usual grin as he scrubbed the dried sparkly glue off himself, while he sat on the play mat flooring. You turn to him, arms full of toys as you walk towards the toy bin.

“nah, i'm fine, thanks for offering.” You say simply with a shrug, which was your usual response to him asking you to take a break. You dump the toys into the box and look down at it, seeing the unbelievable amount of toys. “..that's alot of toys.” You mutter under your breath, before you look over at sun again, seeing all the spots of glue, and god knows what else.

“sun, i'm gonna be honest with you here, uh.. you missed alot.” You smirk, grabbing a wipe, and leaning over to help get the grime off of him.

“Oh, no, no, sunshine! I've got it! Go take a break, friend!” He said with that same cheery tone, and quickly grabbed the wipe out of your hand, scrubbing most of the spots vigorously.

“i'm fine, lemme help you.” You were obviously lying to him, and yourself, by saying you were ‘fine’, as you felt absolutely exhausted but still powered through the tiredness to help Sun as you yanked the wipe back and somewhat gently scrubbed his back, getting.. unknown marks off of him.

He turns his head around so he could look at you. Suddenly, he stood up once you got the marks off, picking you up casually. While you squirm in his arms, he just continues skipping to the break room.

“sun! put me down!” You yelp, trying to get out of his grasp. “Nope! You are taking a break, Sunshine.” Sun said with a smirk, setting you down on a chair, patting your leg. “sun, i'm not a child.” You roll your eyes, sighing softly as you relax in the chair. Sun looks at you, the little smirk still present on his face.

You grab your phone, and look at the time. Nearly the time when the lights go out. You look back up at sun, and he tilts his head curiously (more like his head rotates at an angle).

“lights are gonna go out soon, sunny.” His head goes back to normal and he nods.

“I know. Moons gonna make you take a nap.” Sun said simply with a small shrug, he crouched, looking at you with the usual grin now. He reached out towards your phone, and quickly unlocked it, entering the camera app.

Before you could grab the phone back, Sun stood up and put one hand on your head to keep you sitting, while his other hand took a photo of himself. “sun, what are you doing?” You question, lifting your head up into his hand, and trying to fight his hand off your face.

“I am.. taking a selfie.” He said, before thinking for a moment, putting the phone in his pocket. “Is that what they call it? Selfie?” He asked, thinking out loud.

You sigh into his hand, before trying to bite his metal palm. He looks down at you confusedly, trying to figure out what you were doing.

“..Are you trying to eat my hand?” Sun asked, followed by a confused laugh from him. you stopped, and spoke into his hand, even though it was gonna be muffled by it.

“correct. it doesn't taste good.” He lifted the palm of his hand up, but kept his fingers over your face, so he was still holding your face, but you couldn't bite his hand. “That's very.. unsanitary.” He said, and sighed softly, shaking his head.

“Oh! Moon is about to come out. See you later, Sunshine!”Sun said cheerfully, taking his hand off your face and patting your head while he walked off. “wait, my phone?–” you said, and he just shut the door.

You hear a loud clank indicating the lights are about to go out, just as he shut the door. You sat in the dimly lit break room, not sure what to do. You were honestly so tired, but this uncomfortable chair probably wouldn't be great for a nap. “..damn it.” You mumble.

Then the break room door swung open, making you jump slightly, until you saw those glowing red eyes in the doorway.

“Language.” Moon said blankly. You only sigh,and stand up from the chair, looking up at Moon. “hi moon.” You greet him, and he just.. oh so casually, picks you up, putting you over his shoulder. As if you were a cat.

He started walking out the room, towards a spot on the floor, which had a couple blankets and a pillow or two.

You didn't even try getting out his arms, just allowing it with a soft sigh. “Nap time.” He said, lifting up one of the blankets, setting you down on the other one. “really? now? i still have stuff to clean up, don't i?” You ask, while he covered you with the other blanket, and put his hand over your mouth, sitting down in a criss cross style.

“Shush. It's nap time” you bite his hand, which you instantly regret, as he didn't react and it tasted like how you expected, metal. “your hand tastes bad too.” you say, muffled from the hand on your mouth.

“Then don't do that.” he said quickly, and removing his hand from your mouth, wiping it off on his pants.

“Now then, go to sleep.” you sigh, looking up at him with a clearly annoyed expression.

“nuh uh.” You stick your tongue out and try to uncover yourself, but he quickly slid his hands under your back, laying you in his lap.

“Will you sleep now, Moonflower?” Moon asked, looking down at you in his lap, with your completely confused expression. You look up at him, shocked and confused on how he did that so fast.

He grabbed the blanket that you had previously been covered with, and put it over you carefully. His expression had been basically the same until now, where his smile had softened.

You finally respond to his question, looking at him still. “..yeah.” You mumble, sighing softly. “Good.”Moon pats your head, as you shift a little bit, getting more comfortable in his lap. One of his hands rested on your stomach, and the other went to his pocket, grabbing your phone, unlocking it.

You saw him tap something on it, and you assumed he entered camera. “.. How do I turn off the flash.” moon asked, looking down at you with the phone in one hand. “uh. the little lightning bolt.” he made a “Hmm.” noise, and tapped it again.

You heard the shutter noise from the phone, telling you he took a picture of himself, like Sun did. “Okay.” he put the phone back in his pocket, and his hand stayed in his pocket.

You could feel yourself drifting off to sleep now, leaning against the side of Moon's stomach, snuggling against him. Moon's hand left his pocket, going to the side of your head.

“Sweet dreams, my moonflower.” He said in that soft tone, that you only ever heard when he comforted kids during nap time. You sigh contentedly, feeling him play with your hair as you finally fall asleep.

★ end ★

thanks for reading or whatever i'm unsure if this is even good 💔

[luvuomi]

an excerpt from my unnamed & heavily unfinished lyney fic:

Thin, frail hands reached out to grab hold of the brass knob that was cold to the touch, slowly twisting and pushing open the grand doors. Their deafening sound disrupts the unperturbed silence of the other room. At first, Lyney is hesitant to continue further in. The lack of human presence indirectly urged him to turn back and find Lynette.

However, as his curious eyes wander across the hall that appears to stretch on for what seemed like several miles, he unknowingly finds himself walking forward. The plush carpet below softening his footsteps as he gazes in awe at the room’s emanate opulence: pedestals where pristine ceramic vases sat upon holding flowers, modest paintings of pleasant fields or mountains of solitude, and the array of tall windows that filter in ample sunlight through draping curtains.

Though he walks a good distance away from such novel furnishings, he continues to remain careful for the unknown fear that he may accidentally knock something over. Forget damaging—he may as well leave a stain on this place with his own breath.

Wavering footsteps eventually recede to a halt as his eyes catch sight of a particular painting.

Gilded in gold, it depicts a woman elegantly sitting upon a throne. Her black gloved hands rest leisurely upon her lap, contrasting her straight and refined posture. Rose gold hair styled in a loose braid that falls seamlessly down her shoulder, complimenting her poised sea-green eyes. Though she displayed a cordial smile akin to that of a loving mother, something about her gaze unsettled Lyney. Like it held a glint of rancor that most would not perceive.

Stationed beside this painting, was another more distinguishable portrait. It portrayed yet another woman of equal eminence, if not more. But even at a mere glance, it was obvious she held more eccentricities about her. She sat upon the throne as though it were any other seat: one leg crossed over the other and cheek languidly resting upon her hand, further emphasizing her impartial demeanor. Layered black and white hair that extends almost down to her shoulders on one side and—her eyes.

They are not ones Lyney has ever seen before. Black as a moonless night with striking red pupils shaped like “X’s.” Compared to the previous woman, this one evidently held a more daunting presence, even within the confines of a painting. Yet despite such looming authority, something about her held more sincerity. For what exactly, Lyney has no clue.

All he knows is that should he ever come face to face with such a woman, he would undoubtedly take her words as they are, without question.

Gradually peeling his eyes away from the paintings, Lyney’s gaze then landed upon another item of interest, one that stood at the center of the room and that he’s surprisingly failed to notice until now—a grand piano.

Approaching the instrument, Lyney’s eyes examine its spotless condition. Free of any marks or scratches as his fingers gently grazed along the black and white keys before taking a seat. He plays one note, and then another, the soft sound managing to echo throughout the entire hall. He definitely shouldn’t be touching this, his mind tells him. Though his actions speak otherwise. Slowly positioning his hands on the keys, Lyney begins to play.

It’s a melancholic tune that plays, but one so cathartic it brings the world to a standstill. He was never one to find great enjoyment in playing such an instrument. Lynette had often told him to put such talents to greater use, perhaps performing in the grandest of stages like the Opera Epiclese, but Lyney never indulged those possibilities.

Such an opportunity should only be granted to those who have a true passion for playing a beautiful instrument like the piano. Not someone like him who only used it as a means to get by.

“What are you doing?” A stringent voice cuts through the somber melody, immediately making Lyney’s hands flinch away from the keys and head dart at the person standing a few feet away. Their expression mirrored their tone of voice: cold and apathetic. Had they been here this entire time?

Upon receiving no response, their eyes narrow at him. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

“Lyney!” He blurts out immediately, shooting up from his seat that almost knocks over the stool behind him. He winces a bit at the commotion he’s now caused. “I mean–my name. My name is Lyney…”

“...Lyney?” The person repeats, voice dripping with doubt and ready to suspect him of hiding his true identity. But then there’s a pause and Lyney watches as their face morphs from a look of ponder to a scowl before they speak again. “Oh. So you’re the one “Father” talked about bringing in.”

[moe-broey]

What if I shared a collection of concepts that never went anywhere but are integral to all of my headcanons from like last year. As a treat

For greater context: All these hcs are like, a look into the life of a younger/teen Alfonse, and such

^ Setting up another hc, and some hair hcs

^ MAJOR hc I have. Like. There is something SO personal about getting your ears pierced (violently.) Also further set-up, building up to the Stunning Conclusion:

^ Homophobic Dad Truther.

ALSO I SWEAR TO GOD I HAD ANOTHER CONTINUATION OF THAT???? But it just??? Isn't in my notes...?? Maybe I just didn't write it down. But.

The continuation would be, Alfonse having a conversation with Henriette, current day in fehverse, where like. It's one of those deeply uncomfortable conversations where your parent is like, speaking Hypothetically about your future partner, ect. And in this convo, in this universe, Alfonse is noticeably very close w the summoner (weird gender, very queer) so like. A layer of awkwardness comes with that as well, but she's (almost overbearingly) supportive.

I unfortunately don't have dialogue, but. Something prompts Alfonse to talk about Gustav. He doesn't recount the experience he had as a teenager where he was fully convinced Gustav could have killed him right then and there. He just kind of vaguely says something about Father perhaps not seeing eye to eye with her on that.

And Henriette, AGHAST at the mere SUGGESTION of such a thing, launches into an extremely intense, "Oh, don't say that! You know your father loved you VERY much. I fully believe that as long as you're happy, he'd be happy 😊😊😊" (<- HELLO???) But Alfonse doesn't even have the time to process the absolute insanity of that statement because she just keeps going. Without missing a beat. "Besides, I think your father would have been very understanding. You know, back in the day..." And she just. Drops the most INSANE homoerotic misadventures dadlore possible. As if it's fucking nothing. Like it's just so casual. Normalest thing in the whole wide world.

And all Alfonse can do is just stand there like

[alildritten]

Ah yes, the scariest story of all:

G A Y

(/j)

[rebelpeas]

i’m gonna go make myself a nice mug cake and talk about red wedding until i feel normal again

[davyjoneslockr]

i don’t want to spoil the party has a special place in my heart and i wanna hear about it

OH YEAH THAT FIC

I Don't Want To Spoil the Party also has a special place in my heart, because I had SO much fun writing it. It was my first ever multichapter fanfic, and I was holding myself to weekly chapter updates, which gave me something to look forward to (on top of the semester wrapping up + holiday season fuck yeah I love late November-early January so much). I was also just sorta winging it with a loose outline and the knowledge that it was, above all, just a fun fluffy fic, so. Yeah. I very much enjoyed the writing process :]

The idea actually came up as early as that summer, when I was working a factory job and spending all day listening to music. And every Beatles album. Chronologically. And then relistening. Etc. I Don't Want To Spoil the Party was a track I found super underrated on Beatles for Sale, already an underrated album, and it sparked a very vague fic idea - Fugo attends a party after rejoining Passione, ends up getting deep in the self-hatred sauce and storming out, and Narancia goes to find him. I even thought of having it be an actual, smaller party, like in the song. I'm not sure when I decided it'd be a big fancy Passione ball instead, but whatever. It made for a fun aesthetic. From there, I thought up the Fugio dance scene, the Fugo/Mista fight (because I guess I have to have at least one of those in every VA fic I write), and the little side chapter with Giorno and Mista. Everything else was sort of on the fly, which is why it's maybe a little disorganized and not a very Deep(tm) fic? But, again, was fun to write.

Also, this was one of the few fics I've written where I've had two beta readers. One was my partner, who reads like. Some of my fics before I post them? Not all, because they don't like angst, and tbh I don't think the stuff I write is all that interesting to them anyhow lol. But this was one that was Partner Beta'd :] And the other was a good friend of mine who I've always relied on for good writing criticism, but has never seen/read JJBA in her life. Everything she knows is from what I've told her, or what she's read in my fics (bc she's actually beta'd all of my fics, minus zine stuff, up to the first few chapters of YMYYYD) so it was a fun experience watching her form impressions of each character and the story just based on that. She told me Narancia was her favorite, but Fugo was the most relatable and she got very emotional over him multiple times (in this fic and YMYYYD, plus what I told her about canon). So there’s that

I was also super surprised at how well it was received. Especially since the first chapter is like. Kinda nothing? And there’s no dramatic conclusion where Fugio gets together (which is something I did decide from the start). But it’s my fic with the most hits, and the only one that’s gotten as many hits/kudos as my Jotakak fics (we don’t talk about those). At the end of the day, I don’t consider it my best fic or anything, but I do have a lot of fond memories associated with it, and I’m glad people found some sort of enjoyment in it, too :]

(Also, if you’re into meta stuff - I just threw a few songs I listened to a lot during the writing process into this playlist for funsies. Title track, Fugio dance, uhh Giorno in the garden I think? and Fugo + Narancia, in that order. This does not account for the several waltz compilations I listened to on youtube.)

[the-multiverse-theory]

naurrrr I just realized i have to re-format an entire paragraph for a fic i’m working on but that means deleting it and even though i literally have a document specifically for storing sections i’ve cut from pieces….. i don’t wanna…….

[majorsomethingdisorder]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Kingdom Hearts (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Roxas/Ventus (Kingdom Hearts), Axel/Terra (Kingdom Hearts) Characters: Roxas (Kingdom Hearts), Axel (Kingdom Hearts), Xion (Kingdom Hearts), Ventus (Kingdom Hearts), Terra (Kingdom Hearts) Additional Tags: Post-Kingdom Hearts III, Multiple Transgender Characters, Roxas Has Issues (Kingdom Hearts), One-Sided Axel/Roxas (Kingdom Hearts), Angst, Eating Disorders, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, two year time skip from the end of kingdom hearts III, Not Beta Read, Roxas/Ventus is endgame, canon compliancy weighed down by personal interpretation and headcanons Summary:

After two years of coming to terms with his self-hood, Roxas finds himself struggling with it again. He can't avoid the unavoidable, a whole person and what that person represents, especially not when they live with your best friends new found crush. Jealous, insecure, and anxiety ridden, Roxas copes in the worst ways he can despite his friend's best efforts.

[sweetie-peaches]

“about time”

I absentmindedly listen to her as she talks. Something about school and, I couldn’t be bothered to care.

“yeah, times were hard, tried to off myself. You know how it is” she says as a joke

“What was that last part?” I ask and feel my eyebrows furrow.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, tried to end it all. Not that serious” when she sees my expression she clarifies. “I mean I took like half a bottle of kids Tylenol. If anything I just got a good nights sleep”

“but your okay now?” I find myself asking.

“Sure am” she smiles. And I look at her and see my eyes.

and we both know it’s a lie.

“They got me all fixed up, all better” our carefree expression doesn’t meet our eyes. “About time, honestly”

“Yeah, about time.”

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙we were in paris | PG10˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: pierre gasly x singer!reader y/n (she/her) x kika gomes

genre: social media au, polyamory

warnings: polyamory lol

summary: in which it takes the world a while to understand the type of love you have found 🩷

a/n: u alr know i'll never say no to a pierre & kika request (dont hold me to that)

request!!!: could you do pierre gasly x kika gomes x singer reader (Fc taylor swift)

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fc: taylor swift

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ynupdates y/n seen leaving a restaurant this evening in monaco, AGAIN – the third time this month she has been spotted here.

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user1 omg monaco again why???

user2 is she making music or something

user3 doubt it in monaco

user4 maybe she's on holiday lol

user5 why is pierre gasly's gf in the likes

ynupdates i was wondering too 😭

user6 who is that?

user7 pierre gasly an f1 driver his gf is a model kika gomes!!!

user8 she's sooo gorgeous

user9 new music when

user10 omg we've been seeing so much of y/n lately <3

user11 maybe she's dating someone

user12 u guys are obsessed 😒

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user13 who is the girl?

user14 y/n is sooo cosy girl coded

user15 writing more music for us i hope 👀

user16 hangin round where...monaco? 😂

user17 hahaha so true

user18 i think that's kika gomes?

user19 omg i thought so too

user20 RIGHT??!!! im so certain

user21 it would make sm sense fr

gracieabrams need to c u soon

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oliviarodrigo new music soon queen? 👀

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user22 oh to be a yndaughter

user23 i need to be a girlie in the music industry

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user32 nooo u need to be in miami

user33 boo!!!! not france!!!!

user34 y/n ur running out of time! miami needs u!

user35 i still have faith.... (dnt make me look delusional y/n i beg)

francisca.cgomes bring us some lemons 🥺

yourusername 😘 anything for you!

yourbff miami? 👀

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user36 EVERYBODY CHEEREDDD AHHHH

user37 omg alpine too i knew it

user38 ofc ur at the pink team

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user39 this confirms kikayn friendship yippee

user40 YAYYY kikapierreyn is happening i can tell!!!!! new fav friendship abt to dropppp

alpinef1team 👀

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alpinef1team our girllll

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scuderiaferrari she should be with us

francisca.cgomes in your dreams!!

mclaren she would look better in papaya

francisca.cgomes if you dont get out of my dms 👊

mclaren 😳😳😳

user41 ahhhhhhhhh oh my godddddddd

user42 bffs for sure..?

user43 so cute

user44 most random friendship ever

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user45 omg i just screamed

user46 AHHHHHHH

estebanocon 😂 welcome to my world, y/n

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estebanocon rather you than me!

user47 third wheel y/n era

user48 this friendshipppp omg

charles_leclerc better get used to it

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user56 omg

user57 LOL what is this?

user58 it's so gay

user59 ???

user60 such an unlikely friendship what the hell

user61 this is so cosy

user62 too cosy 🤨

user63 ya that person who said pierre & kika were looking for a third might be onto something 😂

user64 urm so weird to speculate this kind of stuff right under her post...

pierregasly gorgeous 🩷🩷

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user65 the last pic is soo date vibes..?

yourusername 😘 ily my girl!!

francisca.cgomes ilysm

charles_leclerc bring the cat to the next race!

francisca.cgomes hahaha as if

yourusername never!!!! leo will eat her

charles_leclerc this is slander

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francisca.cgomes cutest girl

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user66 kika always first to like & comment 😭

user67 omg the second pic pierre driving & the girls in the back?!? 😭

user68 they love eachother

user69 .....g-g-gay

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gracieabrams pls y/n pls

user70 one of us

pierregasly 🩷

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user72 sus

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user73 pic 3 she's third wheel again? 😭

user74 🕯️y/n new music🕯️

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user75 what the hell..???

user76 ??????????????????????????

user77 huh? is he cheating on kika with her friend fr

user78 what is going onnn

user79 never would've had y/n down as a home wrecker

user80 suits her vibe she's so pick me....

user81 omg this is so gross

user82 there must be an explanation for this i beggg

user83 she's so weird

user84 not shocked by her

user85 if they're cheating why do it so openly

user86 right?? it's so strange

user87 she's their third ☀️

user88 stop it😭😂😂

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user98 FUCK OFFFFFFF

user99 omg what is going on..?

user100 IM SO IM LOVE THAT I MIGHT STOP BREATHING???

user101 paris?? and arent pierre and kika french...

user102 no i didnt see the news coz we were in paris 🤨

user103 romance isnt dead if u keep it just urs

user104 i wanna brainwash u into loving me forever????

user105 omg this song has too many iconic lines

user106 is this ABOUT pierre & kika??

user107 im so lost is she dating them or is it inspired by their relationship

user108 this is so clearly a throuple hard launch

user109 it could just be about their relationship tho like

user110 GIRL listen to urself 💀

user111 so she isnt a home wrecker...?

francisca.cgomes Y/N I LVOE YOU OH MY GOD

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francisca.cgomes posted a story

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user114 more music?

user115 ALBUM ALBUM ALBUM

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user117 kika do u not care abt the pap pics of y/n & pierre 😭

user118 can u guys address the pics 😂

interview ->

transcript: interviewer: so we wanted to ask what was going on with your new friend, y/n… / pierre: ah, well, she's a close close friend of mine an kika's, i think it's obvious. / p: there has been a lot of speculation i've seen and i want to say that we're happy and y/n hasn't done anything wrong.

transcript: interviewer: so you and kika are still together? / p: yes as i said, we're all very happy / interviewer: but the photos OF (sorry typo) you and y/n- / p: i don't want anymore questions like this, i said we're happy, if you're still confused then i'm not sure what else to say.

instagram ->

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user119 "three" this "we" that..

user120 ...what are you saying

user121 THROUPLE!!!!!

yourusername and what a party it is 🥰🥰

francisca.cgomes 🥹🥹

user122 and im supposed to believe they're jus friends?

user123 THEY ARE ALL SO CUTE OMGGG

user124 this trio has changed my life

charles_leclerc okay okay we get it

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pierregasly somebody's jealous 😂

user125 LOL charles is sick of them

user126 the second pic 🥹

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pierregasly je t'aime mes filles ❤️ [trans: i love you my girls]

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yourusername we've decided to drop two more songs.... hope you like them. ‘lavender haze’ and ‘sweet nothing’ are yours now. 🥹

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user129 "we" OH MY GOD!!!

user130 omg y/n & kila look so hot in the first pic

user131 ok im obsessed. officially

user132 i've been under scrutiny u handle it beautifully 🥹

user133 im damned if i do give a damn what ppl say 🥹

user134 no deal the 1950s shit they want from me 😭

user135 i find myself running home to ur sweet nothings 🥺

user136 to you i can admit im just too soft for it all 😭

user137 ur in the kitchen humming... 💖

user138 all that u ever wanted from me was sweet nothing!!!!

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user140 MAKE IT STOP🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

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pierregasly she brainwashed us into loving her forever... 😵

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yourusername i did not

yourusername wait did i?

yourusername another win for y/n

pierregasly hahahahahha

francisca.cgomes who the hell wouldnt love you forever y/n!!??!

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[20doozers]

Heeeyyy:)

I've been following your block for a while and got this nice fic idea

Like, this one interview where they talk about piercings and Tom's like "I've got a new one down their" and I was thinking like a m!reader fic where reader helps tom with the pain of his prince albert piercing or frenum piercing. but it turns into smut, with reader teasing the hell out of Tom with his piercing.

I hope you like my idea🙃

TW: handjob, frenum piercing, cum tasting?, light teasing, unlabeled relationship, hints of a praise kink

A/N: I know what clip ur talking about. And no fancy banner this time :(

Tom grunted as he sat on the bathroom counter, slightly embarrassed at the prospect of asking his friend for help with his new piercing. He needed to change the jewelry but couldn’t bring himself to do it because of the pain and how nauseous it made him. So here he was, his lower half bare as he sat on the cold bathroom counter and waited for you to come help him.

When you finally did you smirked, the sight of a flushed and embarrassed Tom being a pleasant one as you walked between his legs and began to help him change the jewelry. Your touch was gentle on his cock, not wanting to hurt him on accident. Yet when Tom let out a moan after a particularly gentle touch on the underside of his cock as you slid the new curved barbel in made you pause.

You glanced up at Tom and raised an eyebrow, only for him to mumble a weak “shut up” which really held no harsh tones.

“You sure Tom? Sounds like you enjoyed that.” You hummed, brushing your finger over the same spot just below the head of his cock, making him let out a muffled whine that sounded almost pleading. You just chuckled and screwed the small ball onto the end of the jewelry, the small, curved, silver barbel now replacing the gold one he’d had before. It was a pleasant sight, the small silver accents right below the pinkish head of his cock that was slowly hardening in your hand as his face flushed even more.

“Feels nice doesn’t it? Someone being gentle with you?” You gently yet slowly gave his cock a stroke, pumping it in your hand and earning a small moan. Tom’s head lulled back, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly as you have him slow, teasing pumps.

“Scheiße.. d-don’t tease..” he whined, attempting to lift his head to look at you, only to let out a loud moan as you gave his frenum piercing a gentle tug.

“Sensitive, yeah?” You questioned, giving Tom gentle yet firm pumps with one hand, the other slowly rubbing his bare thigh. Goosebumps prickled at Tom’s skin as you teased him, too engrossed in his arousal to remember his embarrassment.

The rest of the handjob was fueled with soft praises, the pumps were firm and slow, occasionally speeding up and giving his cock a small squeeze. Yet you didn’t let him cum just yet, drawing out his pleasure for as long as you pleased. Eventually you watched as a bead of precum leaked from his tip, bringing your other hand away from his thigh to collect the precum on your fingertip, before bringing it up to your lips and tasting it with a small hum as you heard Tom moan.

And with that you finally let him cum, your hand going back down to his thigh to sooth him as his cum leaked from the tip and down onto your hand. But you didn’t mind, just licking you hand clean and helping clean him up with a warm washcloth and a few gentle kisses pressed to his lips as he slowly came down from his high. He grimaced slightly at the taste of his own cum on your lips but it wasn’t the worst thing ever so he decided he’d deal with it for now.

“Good job.. so kind for letting me help.. now let’s head to bed, yeah? I’m sure that was tiring to you.”

YIPPEE!!! I’m sorry it’s a bit short but I didn’t have any other ideas so why not do the request? I’ve been super busy and just not in the mood to write smut so sorry if it sucks but I tried my best. Anyway, luv you guys❤︎︎

Tags: @itsmealaiahh @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @cherry-rawr @d0wn-in-the-morgue @billskeis and @divinelolita again cuz why not?

[aliorsboxostuff]

Hi! If your requests are open I have one! Just saw ATSV yesterday and its rotting my brain agsisghagdh anyways-

An M!Spider!Reader who is one of Miguel's trusted agents with a tendency to overwork himself to make sure that his teammates are kept safe and ignoring his own health in the process. This understandably makes Miguel very concerned but this man cannot healthily express this are you kidding? What I'm saying is classic troupe of patching you up while scolding you in Spanish and then maybe they kiss a little bit and well if you want to make it a little spicy I wont stop you >:]

Thank you very much! Genuinely makes my gay little heart happy when I see writers like you who exclusively write for gn/male readers, y'all are the backbone of the x reader community fr 💜

A/N: im so sorry this took so long this was months ago but a mf forgot and wow here i am yippee!!!! As usual, if yall find any spelling mistakes pls inform me as i’m always praciticing this damn 2nd language lmao. Lets see if my writing skills is still any good LOL enjoy!! <333

Careless 

Tags: Miguel O’hara xM!Reader, Spidey!Reader, Lyla, Miles Morales, Gwen Stacy, Spider Society, No Smut, Kissing , Fluff, Reader is another spiderman, Soft!Miguel, slight OOC, patching up, healing fic, non-graphic description of wounds, mentions of blood and cuts 

Yet, with all that said, Miguel likes to remind himself that no spidey truly comes home unscathed.

Ever since the new guy joined the team, he quickly rose in the ranks and became Miguel’s right-hand man. He’d usually go on patrol, jumping from one universe to another with the man as they capture and contain anomalies like the bugs they are. Miguel puts his trust in him, well, as much trust as a man like Miguel can put in someone. But despite the short time the newbie has been in the Spider society, he has managed to capture Miguel and most of the Spider people's hearts so easily. 

He’s a comet that passes by the compound. Each time he returned from a mission, the spiders would gather around him, congratulating him on another successful mission and inviting him to drink or eat together.  A aswarm would always gather around the portal they knew he would come out from and each time, without fail, he would emerge to cheers and smiles. It wasn't like everyone else wasn't doing a good job, they were all doing what they were supposed to, but somehow the newbie was liked all around, solidifying Miguel’s slowly growing infatuation with him. 

But despite the trust and praises he gets, a spidey doesn't come home unscathed, not every time. Sometimes he’d come back from one of his solo missions with a broken rib or two, bruises in more places than necessary, a torn muscle here a twisted ankle there. He’d limp his way into the infirmary, an army of other spideys following him in worry yet he’d dismiss them easily with a simple wave and a; “It’s nothing guys, I’ll be fine,”

Miguel hates it.

Whenever the man goes on missions with the leader of the society, without fail, he will come home with nothing more than one or two bruises that would heal in a couple of hours if not minutes. Miguel would roll his shoulders back and the man would simply shake his head furiously like a dog before prancing to greet his waves of fans. Miguel didn't need to pay attention to him unless they were doing teamwork. He would run around by himself, track down the anomaly with him, and they would contain it easily and transfer it back just as easily. 

He might not look like it, but when Miguel brings a teammate with him on duo missions, he’s expected to cover their back and vice versa. Miguel will break any skull that dares to hurt his team and he hopes for the same response from his teammate. The newbie never disappoints. 

Miguel would find himself enraged, almost cornered by an anomaly, and there come’s Prince Charming with a devastating kick towards the anomaly’s side which sends it hurling into another building. Miguel appreciates their duo missions, the main reason he puts himself with the newbie. 

Not to mention, he makes a great team leader too. He’s carried out several missions with the younger ones, mainly Miles and Gwen, and despite it all, they always return successfully and with a snack in hand. When he goes on missions with Hobie, they’d somehow come back with a new intricate playlist created and when he goes on missions with Pavitr, they’d come back with pockets full of trinkets ready to give them to the other youngins. All in all, a solid team leader.

Yet, with all that said, Miguel likes to remind himself that no spidey truly comes home unscathed.

—

You were on a mission with Miles. One of your duo missions with the boy, rare considering Gwen usually tags along. But today she’s got a mission with Pavitr and Peni, which leaves you and Miles for some quality Dude Time. 

It was a sunny day in the universe Miles and you dropped in. As the two of you swing from building to building, talking about Miles’ thing with Gwen and laughing at how embarrassed he gets, continuing the topic to buying a new Lego set for Pavitr and Hobie as the two of you swung past a Lego shop, when suddenly the anomaly reveals itself.

Another variant of Doc Oct holding themselves up with their extended metal arms. You can handle a Doc Oct alone, and with Miles helping you, the mission was expected to be so easy you were already thinking about what to have for dinner. 

But things don't always go according to plan, does it?

It strikes 8 pm when Miguel gets a notif from Lyla that an arriving portal was opened into the containment site of the compound. The man clicks his tongue, dropping from his platform before making his way to the site. Every step he takes he leaves his foul mood like a repellent, making the other spidey avoid him, cutting the middle path of the other spideys like a blade. His scowl is not helping his case either way.

The last portal should've been at 6 pm.

The door slides open, and a slight hiss rings out into the room. Inside the evenly lit expanse of the room, he easily spots yours and Mile’s spider suits in between all the other anomaly's dingy outfits. Miguel takes a breath before he stalks towards the two men, their backs to him.

“Ugh, my rib is killing me,” You groan, pressing in the code to store the anomaly in its cell.

“You're telling me, this bruise is going to be a pain in the butt to heal,” Miles sighed, holding his left arm. “But if it weren't for you, man, I’d be dead meat,” 

“Oh come on Miles, none of us knew the guy would send a gas truck our way,” You scoff. The terminal beeps and the thrashing anomaly is contained. 

“The fact that it burned on its way towards us was also something we didn't expect.” Miles laughs at what you said as you find yourself cringing. You knew there were going to be burn marks on your leg.

“No, but seriously, thanks for covering me back there, I thought we’d-”

“You thought you’d what?” 

Miles practically jumps into your arms as the both of you screams. You shut your eyes and it seems like Mile’s did the same before a stern cough makes you peek through your eyelids. There, in front of you, stands a solid wall of muscle and anger. Miguel has his arms crossed, eyes so sharp it could cut a mountain in half. The slight scowl on his lips would be cute if it weren't for the pure bloodlust as he gazes down into you, making you gulp.

“Heeeeeey Miguel,” Your pathetic excuse of a smile was met with nothing but him deepening his frown. Okay alright yup.

Miles awkwardly scuffles down your arms. He coughs into his fist, pulling at the edge of his suit. “Hi there haha…”

Miguel stares. “The last arrival portal should've been at six.”

Not a sound from you or Miles. Miguel holds back a growl. 

“You two are late.”

“Right, ‘m sorry Miguel, I promise this would be the last time, it was just that- See me and Miles here; we didn't realize that this Doc Oct was gonna be slightly more insane than the others-” You ramble, Miles quickly nodding along. 

“And haha, well, one truck lead to another and next thing ya’ now, bam! We got uh… hurt,” A nervous chuckle left your lips. Miguel replies nothing.

“B-but! I covered Miles from the fire! So he only got a couple of bruises, I promise the kid is fine and it wasn't his fault either so let’s just-”

“Enough.” He barks. You practically clamped your mouth shut. 

The doors hisses open again and Gwen comes running in, worry on her face. She sighs in relief as he spots Miles hiding beside you. “Miles! Thank goodness you’re okay!” 

Miguel turns as she runs and wraps her arms around the boy. “You came back so late!”

“I’m sorry Gwen, things got a bit out of control,” Miles pats the girl back reassuringly. “I just got a bit beaten up, nothing I can't handle,” 

Gwen pulls back and grabs the boy's face before turning it left and right and up and down, her eyes scanning like a hawk. She deems it enough as she stops, hands firmly holding Miles’ arms. “You always say that,” She sighs. 

You can't help the small relieved smile on your lips as you watch the two teens catch up with each other before Miguel makes a gesture with his hand.

“Gwen, go take Morales into the infirmary.” He says as he nods to Lyla that popped up on his brace. “And make sure he doesn't get out of bed for the next two days.”

“What?! But it’s barely a scratch-” 

“Now, Morales.” The man stares them down until eventually, Miles relents with a sigh and lets the girl usher him into the Infirmary's direction, the two of them shuffling next to each other, Gwen's arm around Miles. 

You hear something along the lines of ‘detention’ from Gwen as she laughs before the door slides close, leaving you with an enraged lion in its territory. You gulp as Miguel fixes his red eyes on you.

“You. Come with me.” 

And that's how you find yourself walking down the halls of the many living quarters of the compound. You followed silently behind Miguel’s broad shoulders, in any other day you would find it hard to resist not ogling those massive arms, but tonight Miguel was practically a walking beacon of rage. The smallest misstep would make him burst and thats the last thing you want to happen. 

“Miguel, I'm sorry, okay?” You try, catching up to walk beside him. “I promise this will be the last time I’ll come back from a mission late, plus, I won't bring anyone else with me too if I ever do it again. I swear this won't hap-”

His sudden halt catches you off guard and you bump against him. You scratch the bridge of your nose with a slight frown from the impact. The dimly lit hallway made it a slight challenge to read the nameplate but you managed to make out ‘O’Hara’ and with that, your stomach drops.

“Um… Miguel, this isn't my room…” 

The door opens. The room is pitch black. 

Miguel makes his way inside. His red eye glows before he commands; “Sit.” 

Fear brought you to sit on his bed, not a crease in sight which only struck your fear deeper into you. You could hear your heartbeat, terrified for what's to come. The worst thing Miguel could do would probably chew you out in the comfort of his room, away from any possible witnesses, and then maybe take you out of commission for a while as your punishment. 

You gulp as the man sets something beside you. It was a box, hard to make out what it was but it seemed heavy. Miguel clawed and the large hand extends towards you and you screw your eyes shut, hell did you pray to any god that was willing to listen to you so please please please-

“Bring your face closer.” 

Huh?

Cautiously, you open your eyes to Miguel’s face inches away from you, a warm light bathes over his features, making the lines of worry and fear evident. “Let me see your wounds.” 

You blink, once, twice, owlishly, making the man before you sigh and cup your jaw softly. He turns your face to inspect it before he brings his other hand which wipes your fringe away from covering any other possible wounds. 

He hums. “Looks like just scratches.” 

The mystery box turns out to be a first aid kit. Miguel flicks it open and rummages around in it before he pulls a couple of bottles and bandages out. 

“Take off your suit top, we need to treat that burn before it gets worse.” He demands. You cough before awkwardly peeling off what's left of your suit before dropping it on the carpeted floor. You need to get that repaired.

You couldn't bear to meet Miguel's eyes. Not when he’s kneeled in front of you, his usually intimidating body looking small as he’s hunched over. He looks tired, his frown is a mixture of worry and annoyance, but there is something beneath it. Something you don't dare to think about but you know. You always knew. From the first day, you finally managed to see that crack in Miguel’s hardened exterior, you’ve been scared to make another move toward him. Behind this wall of a man, is a heart guarded with spikes and what he has in his eyes right now as he’s wrapping a cooling pad around your arm is something that petrifies you. 

“Next time you’ll be doing missions with me and me only. I won't be assigning you to any other spiders until you learn to take care of yourself,” He huffs, unveiling another roll of bandages.  He pulls at your shoulder which makes you turn slightly. 

"Fucking hell, ¿cómo puedes ser tan descuidado? You run around saving everyone else but who’s going to save you, huh?" He huffs, wrapping the last of the bandage slightly too tight which makes you wince. He notices but does nothing. 

Once again, he holds your chin between his fingers as your gazes suddenly meet. Miguel growls with how you won't meet his eyes, firmly pointed anywhere but into Miguel’s red eyes. He sighs before letting you go as he takes out some ointments. He puts the substance on your cheek and under your slowly blackening eye, then down your jaw where you know a pretty bad bruise taints your skin. You feel his movement slow before his hand rests on your nape, sending jolts of warmth through your body.

“Cuídate, ¿eh? Cuídate." His voice devastatingly soft. 

Confusion and a steady wave of feelings start at the bottom of your heart, which only worsens as you finally find the courage to look at Miguel. To your surprise, his eyes are wider than usual, pools of crimson oozing with care as he scans your features. His thumb rubs at the base of your skull. “I can't lose my right-hand man.” 

He sighs. “Please, necesito que estés seguro por mí,"

You inhale sharply. Without realizing it, he's practically inches away from you. Your heart races, beats out of your control when Miguel rubs your nape again. 

“Miguel…?” 

A beat passes. Silence. 

Before Miguel growls roughly and promptly stands, taking the med kit with him. He makes his way to what you assume was his wardrobe. Panic rises beside you, making you wave around your hands. “I- Um- Miguel please I didn't mean to- Oof!”

Something was thrown at you. Something soft and large and is this hit shirt and… boxers?! 

“Change your clothes. You can't sleep in those.” Miguel points out, his scowl now a pout on his lips. 

“But-”

“I'm not saying this twice.” He growls before he slides into the bathroom and leaves you in his bedroom along with the pile of his clothes in your arms. 

You slowly look down at what you're holding. Carefully, you slide off what's left of your suit and drop them in a discarded pile before pulling on Miguel's clothes. To no one's surprise, you're practically drowning in the shirt. His boxers barrel fits you and the first goes over your tighs easily. You feel smaller even for your height and stature, but it feels… safe. 

The door of the bathroom slides open to reveal Miguel standing with slightly damp hair as he's drying it off with a towel and in nothing but gray sweats. Something grows within you and it’s definitely something else besides your heart. 

“Ah, you're done,” He glances toward you before setting the towel down neatly. He saunters to the side of his large bed, pulling the covers off before sliding in. An arm keeps the cover slightly open, before he raises an obvious brow.

“Get in here and sleep,” He huffs. 

You jump and quickly slide beside Miguel, careful to keep an inch of a distance. But that was deemed unsuccessful when the man beside you pulled you to his side, and his arm wrapped protectively around your middle which made you drape your hand over his chest. Before you can squirm, he locks his chin over your head with a content sigh. 

Shit, he really is a giant lion. You sigh. 

“Sleep. You need your rest to heal.” Miguel’s voice purrs through you while you're practically glued to his side. You chuckle slightly before pressing a peck just below his jaw.

“You sleep too.” You smile. “Good night Miguel.” 

You hear Miguel hum before he presses his lips to your crown. “Good night.” 

Translations:

how can you be so careless? = cómo puedes ser tan descuidado

Take care, huh? Take care of yourself. = Cuídate, ¿eh? Cuídate.

I need you to be safe for me, = necesito que estés seguro por mí,

Reblogs are appreciated <3

[residenthughes]

once bitten, twice shy

pairing: leon kennedy x gender neutral reader

word count: 3.8k (yippee!)

tags/warnings: college/university au, fluff, mentions of vomit/sick and alcohol

summary: house parties can be a strange place. they can be even stranger when you're about to throw up and have to argue to use the bathroom with a certain blue eyed, blonde haired boy too.

notes: my baby! so glad to have finished this! <3 i started writing this pretty much after my last fic (which received so much love, thank you so so much 💗) and finally came together after i went out myself, hehe. have deadlines/exams coming up soon so i'm not particularly sure how much i'll be posting on here until mid june, so mayhaps consider this a gift for not posting then? 🥹 haha, love u all and hope u enjoy!

You enjoyed a good night out once in a while. Your friends and yourself dressed to the nines as you dance the night away with liquor tainted lips and all the freedom in the palm of your hand. It was a great escape from the pressures of endless coursework and constant group meetings. You enjoyed a good house party, too. However, you hadn’t had much luck with those ones. Despite the smaller crowd it drew, the handful of new faces had you anxiously gulping away at your alcohol, ultimately leading to cringe-worthy videos your friends would show you the next day. Based on this, you should have known better - should have politely declined when your friends suggested attending her classmates’ house party and spent the night maybe regretting it. In spite of the myriad of reasons, the past week had been dreadful beyond words and it was an opportunity to wear your latest going out outfit. It was near impossible to say no.

So, here you are. Having the time of your life with friends, dancing under blue flickering lights and letting the night take you away. Well - that’s what you were doing. What you are doing now is desperately trying to find the toilet - your stomach was already uneasy due to the nerves of meeting new people at the party, so you’re sure the sugary drinks added to the alcohol in your system didn’t help either. You felt queasy and an urgent need to relieve yourself, still to no avail. The downstairs bathroom was occupied, so with the sickly feeling travelling up your system, you barge through the mob of people littering the hallways, hand over your mouth in a futile attempt to keep whatever was coming up down.

At the end of the upstairs hallway, your friend’s classmate explained there was an additional bathroom. You’ve never been more relieved to see anything more in your life. Without knowing it, you’re making a mad dash for it, bumping shoulders and mumbling a thousand sorrys. You’re a sight for sore eyes, you know you are, but with the pressing urge to not have witnesses to your untimely projectile vomiting, you really couldn’t give a damn.

You’re so happy to have found the bathroom, even if it may have also been occupied that your eyes miss another figure aiming for the room too. It’s only when your hand reaches for the doorknob that it’s shielded by another hand. Large and comforting. Your eyes search for the source.

Amidst the darkness that permeates the hallways, the blue mood lights provide glimpses into the mystery of the shadowy figure with gentle hands. His face, ivory in colour, is all slopes, features sharp and striking. His cerulean blue eyes framed by the length of his long eyelashes and dirty blond hair makes your heart stutter messily in your chest. For a split second, there is nothing you can do but stare in awe, the tall tales of infatuation spinning your head dizzy.

“Shit, did you wanna go first?” His voice sounds like a siren, sweet and melodic all at once.

With the countless thoughts zooming through your brain, you’re certain any words that would filter through your lips would be nothing except incoherent mumbles. You settle for a nod.

“Uh, hate to break it to you sweetheart, but I needa go too.” His hand is still over yours and if not for the terrible rumble in your stomach, it would have been swept off your feet, along with the sickeningly sweet pet name he gives you.

“Maybe try downstairs? I’m sure it’ll be free soon.” This is the first time you’ve spoken during your brief conversation. The quick raise of the handsome stranger’s eyebrows encourages sheepishness to gnaw at your skin, the pink hues of your cheeks deepening.

“Ocupado, ‘m afraid.” he grins with a sliver of teeth, facial expression moulding into the awkwardness that starts to circle itself around the two of you.

Your hand turns the doorknob faintly and you catch the desperation that flashes in his eyes at your actions. If you weren’t about to soil your new top with stomach acid, you would’ve let him go first, bashful as ever as you hoped you would find him later on in the night whilst hoping he’d spare you another glance. Nevertheless, that was not the case.

“I’m sorry but,” you gulp, trying to keep whatever was coming up back down. “I really, really, really need to go, so…”

He’s stubborn. Stubborn as an ass apparently, because his hand still remains on yours. “Of course, but equally, I need to go as well. Surely, there’s like a sink or something I can go in. I’m really desperate.”

You can’t help as you wrinkle your nose, your patience wearing thin. You literally have to be sick. Why is this not being addressed? “Can’t you just pee outside? Guys do that all the time, don’t they?”

“I’m not an animal, you know.” the handsome stranger argues, and your eye twitches.

How did you end up arguing with a good-looking guy outside a bathroom at a house party?

“I’m not being funny, but if you don’t move, I will throw up all over you.”

“I’ve been meaning to go for an hour now. Can’t we make some sort of compromise?”

You were at your wits end. “As if, you fucking masochist! I’m going first!”

And you do, barging into the blindingly white room with all your might and making a beeline for the toilet. A heavy sigh sounds behind you as you heave into the toilet, bracing yourself for the ugly sight that’ll swim before you.

You hear a zip being undone and the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “Surely, you’re not…?”

“I told you I needed to go.” the voice comes from the shower beside you. The world spins. House parties fucking suck.

You opt to fully exit your bitter discussion, focusing on ugly turns in your stomach. Your hair circles your face and you curse yourself for not having tied it up beforehand because obviously, it was going to–

It flows out of you. Swiftly and without much difficulty. You lunge forwards into the toilet bowl as the vomit empties out of you whilst the shower runs briefly, followed by the sink.

You just wanna go home.

“Hey,” the call for your attention is docile, the boy’s voice more sympathetic now. “You got a hair tie on ya?”

At this point, you’re on your knees, throwing up your early dinner in front of a boy you bad mouthed because you both wanted to use the bathroom at the same time. There’s no point in being shy now. You want all the help you can get.

You manage to shimmy the hair tie off your wrist and hand it towards his vague direction. For how unacquainted you two are, you move in great harmony as the boy grabs the hair tie and captures all your hair with ease whilst you busy yourself with other pressing issues.

When he’s finished, hair away from your face and in a low ponytail, the warmth of his hand settles against your back. The tears brimming in your eyes fall into the toilet bowl, body still before slow caresses have you melting into the palm of his hand.

“I…I know one of the guys that lives here,” he volunteers, tone unsure. “I’m sure he won’t mind you using one of his spare toothbrushes underneath the sink.”

You only manage back a groan, the icky feeling of humiliation creeping up on you as you continue to exhale into the toilet bowl.

“I’ll be back.”

And the man who peed in the shower leaves. Ok, that was rude of you, he did just help you when you were vomiting in spite of not knowing you. You should have more compassion for him, instead of lashing out at him out of embarrassment. When he gets back, you should thank him for all his help and hope to never see him again. You didn’t think you could live comfortably with yourself if you ever saw him again.

The faint thumps of typical party hits hammer beyond the bathroom, pouring in briefly when the man comes back into the room. By this point, your stomach has settled and you’ve flushed the toilet, yet your head still remains somewhat in the toilet because you couldn’t bear to come face-to-face with the guilt wrapped up in the form of a handsome, kind stranger.

“He said it’s cool, just open the new pack in the grey caddy.” You hear joints crack besides you before there’s a pat on your back. The comfort it brings is enough for you to swallow your pride. “Also, there’s some water next to you. Figured you wouldn’t want to go looking for it.”

Regardless of the ever growing shame that wants to drown you into a sad shell of yourself, your heart swells. The unprompted kindness offered from the stranger is refreshing, you wish you could tell him how grateful you are for him without your shame keeping your head in the toilet bowl.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe, wincing at the cringing sensations that course through your body. “Sorry for calling you a masochist earlier.”

He huffs out a bout of laughter and your heart feels lighter. “In all fairness, I was pretty crazy for holding it for that long, so I don’t blame you.”

You hated how you’d have to avoid this man after you two left this room. He was sweet, polite and made you laugh. Why did you have to meet under such ugly conditions?

“Thank you,” you exhale, feeling your heart bloom with the warmth he radiates. “Really.”

“No prob,” he lifts his hand off your back and suddenly, you’re cold again. “I’ll leave you to it. If you need me, I’ll be in the kitchen. If not, probably fucking it up on the dancefloor.”

You mumble another thank you after the laughter that leaves your lips, the blue-eyed stranger exiting and leaving you to clean yourself up as ponder on his kindness for a little longer than necessary.

-

You manage to sneak past the kitchen without bumping into the kind stranger. If you weren’t embarrassed before, the embarrassment catches up with you now. Outside, where the cool October wind blows, you’re perched on a step of the back porch, curled into yourself as you breathe in and breathe out. Things could have been a lot worse. You could have thrown up all yourself, delirious and none the wiser as nasty spirited individuals videoed the spectacle, not intervening even once. You could have been in a worse state in front of the stranger, vomit embedded in your hair as you wailed to call your friends or to go home. It could have been so much worse, yet here you are, rocking away as you will yourself not to cry.

You blame it on the emotional turmoil that’s plagued your week. Your academic and interpersonal affairs bore a burden like never before, pushing you beyond your means countless times this week and eventually, as you self soothe in solitude, you succumb to their will. Your friends are worried sick, searching every inch of the unfathomably large house to find you. You shoot them a text, notifying them of your safety and the privacy you seek. With dozens of texts that express reassurance, you let out a sigh before the music playing inside is too good for you to ignore.

Call it foolish, but it’s the nostalgic sounds of 00s’ dance that help you pick up the pieces. Assist in the carefree attitude you adopt that leads you right back inside, finding your friends and changing the course of the night.

If only you knew your carefree attitude would have you right where you once were. Face to face with the handsome stranger, the ends of an empty beer bottle pointed towards you two as bystanders ooh and ahh.

“Get in there, Leon!” a friend - you assume - hollers, slurring his words as he lazily drapes against Leon’s rigid frame.

You two exchange a look, eyes seeking any kind of communication that would hint at what the future held.

Your hand is given a squeeze and suddenly one of your friend’s whispers into your ear. “He’s cute, go for it.”

You crimson. At her words and at the fact that your next encounter with Leon has come so soon. Relentless is the sensation of dread and cringe as it sinks into your bones and buries you into the ground. All eyes are on you and you want nothing more but cringe? Disappear? Run away? There’s so much going on in your head right now.

A hand is outreached. It’s as if a lifeforce beyond yours comes down to save you, extending their hand to sail you away to safety. Alias, it is nothing but a figment of your imagination as you peer up, eyes sparkling as Leon’s tall figure towers over yours. For a second, you can’t read his facial expression, can’t comprehend the logistics of your predicament. However, when the edge of his lips curl upwards, pleasant and mellow in nature, there’s a sense of relief that starts to wash over you.

“Ready if you are.”

He has a way with words. He must have. Otherwise you wouldn’t have felt so comforted on that bathroom floor, otherwise you wouldn’t be in some confined closet, little to no light with the same person you threw up in front of.

“Well,” he starts off after a minute or two of silence. “This is…”

“Awkward.”

A cough is followed by silence. Then laughter.

Out of all the people at this party, the universe had to fabricate yet another meeting with Leon. The guy who you basically cussed out in order to use the bathroom. The same man that after washing his hands, held your hair up for you and soothed your sickness with a gentle back rub. There is nothing more you want to do right now than crawl out of your skin.

“You feeling a bit better now?” Leon’s voice is hushed when he talks to you, gentle and filled with unexpected care.

Despite the awkwardness of your situation, you can’t help disregarding such lame state of feeling as you lean into his kindness. “Yeah, I had a bit more water and was outside for a bit, so I’m pretty much sober now.”

Your fingernails dig into the flesh of your palm. A nervous tic. “Thank you. And, sorry.”

Leon appears to relax into the flow of conversation, moving his body to lean against the wall of the compact closet you find yourselves in. As he shuffles, notes of smoky vanilla waft in the air, Leon’s cologne finding its way to you. The smile you hide behind a closed fist is all kinds of bashful, body drawn to the intoxicating nature of the fragrance.

“I wasn’t terribly nice to you either, so think of it as making amends,” his hand extends forwards, bridging the gap between the two of you. “Truce?”

Amusement tugs at the ends of your lips, humoured by the hints of unseriousness that seems to be a recurring theme in your story. Going from badmouthing one another to being shoved into a tiny closet for Seven Minutes in Heaven and forced to call truce. It’s the kind of bizarre story that hangs in the air after a night out, disgustingly hungover in bed as your friends jam into someone’s room and recall the night’s events.

“Truce.”

You shake on it, pulling away when the flutter of your heart tickles your chest.

Through the dim sliver of marmalade orange light that peeks through the bottom gap of the door, you catch glimpses of Leon. The sharp slants of his jaw, the heavy flutter of his eyelashes, the sheepishness of his smile - all lopsided and accompanied the hues of strawberry jam red. He’s trying his best and it’s endearing. As is he. Charming and caring, a little silly yet undeniably sweet. Perhaps your perspective on him is a bit skewed due to the remnants of alcohol that float in your system, but if you happened across the same dirty blond, blue eyed boy on campus, you know your heart would still beat the same.

“Three minutes!” Someone yells beyond the door, prompting an uptake in your breath.

Never too forward, Leon draws closer to you, hands to himself as he suggests, “We could just head back out, if you’d like. I’m sure they’re not gonna be too up their asses about it.”

You don’t miss a beat. “I don’t want to.”

You’re both caught off guard. Your eyes widened and Leon’s eyebrow raised. It’s as if you’ve been exposed, barenaked for all the world to see your secrets. In itself, your response isn’t the strangest. Anyone would assume after calling truce, your allocated time meant to be spent together could foster the beginnings of a friendship, a friendly conversation. Even so, Leon and yourself were getting ahead of yourselves - reading in between the lines, sifting for something that was there.

“I mean,” the wardrobe is suddenly indescribably small, the surface of your cheeks warming as your eyes dart all over the place. What is going on here? “We could always just talk or…”

“Or what?”

Leon’s being mean. He knows he is. But, he can’t help himself. Jumping the gun, clawing at any and every opportunity to be close to you. Leon spotted your figure earlier during the course of the night, eyes capturing the shimmer in your eyes and bounce of your hair as you happily twirled your friends around on the dancefloor. You were simply magnetic, doused in dazzle and delight as your glittery makeup highlighted your timeless beauty. Leon would’ve approached you, winning you over with his charm and foolish dance moves - but he needed a drink. A drink which became two, two which became three and ultimately he broke the seal, landing him on a collision course with you outside the bathroom.

This isn’t how he imagined meeting you.

Nevertheless, you were together and despite the not-so-great circumstances presented, Leon made the best of it. Helping you and being the gentleman he is. And even if you never saw each other again, he would still remember you for all the shimmer in your eyes and just how infectious your smile was.

Now, under more favourable conditions, he doesn’t want his time with you to end. You’re just as captivating up close, if not more. Timid yet so sweet. Leon gets lost in you - lost in the details of your hair, your voice, your eyes. He wonders if the longer he prolongs your conversation, the sooner you’ll see his attraction towards you. Hopes you’ll reciprocate, hopes you’ll see it too.

“I don’t know.” You settle for, casting your eyes away from Leon as you twiddle your thumbs.

You want to be close with Leon, maybe kiss him if you could. But, you just don’t know. He’s seen you at your worst, sick in the toilet without a thought behind your eyes. You’re still embarrassed - even if Leon makes good work of fending that off. And perhaps because of that, along with other complexities, you want to be close with him.

If only he’d let you.

There’s a huff of frustration before something knocks your shoe. You look, examining Leon’s tired Converse shoe that nestles against your own pair of shoes. Your heart stills.

“I saw you earlier,” he starts, standing tall as he inches closer towards you. His pools of blue know only the sight of your lips, pink in hue and supple with lipgloss. He briefly looks away for his own good. “You looked really good on the dance floor.”

The gravity of your current reality settles in quick. Leon’s with you. Initiating everything and bringing this whole charade to a close. Your instinct is to wrestle with the reasons why, question his intentions and ultimately, take a step back. But, you’re exhausted. You’ve done enough mental gymnastics to last you a lifetime. You know you want this, so why can’t you have it? The answer is clear now. You take the plunge, hands grasping onto his backarm as you test the waters. “You think so?”

You’re gazing into each other’s eyes now, nowhere to run or hide. Leon hums in response yet still searches for something in your eyes - a glimmer of hope, confirmation to proceed and gets it in the form of you leaning into him with the bat of your eyelashes. His arms circle your waist, hesitant at first but solid in their place on the small of your back. You’re already seeing stars.

“Leon?” your voice is barely above a whisper, forehead pressed against Leon’s as you grow impatient.

He hums in reply. “Can we? Can we-”

“Can we kiss?” he says this, lips brushing up against yours. You grip his broad shoulder extra hard incase you buckle at the knees.

“Please,” you only manage to get out before your lips connect.

Leon shows you just how much he wants this, how much he wants you in his kisses. Gentle yet firm in his desire, his lips envelope yours in a way that sets your heart ablaze. Your brain short circuits, the sparks soaring between the two of you insatiable as you melt into each other. Your hand falls to brace yourself against Leon’s chest, the accelerated patter of his heart vibrating against your palm. You can’t help the smile that blends into your kiss, opening an invitation for Leon’s tongue that glides against the flesh of your bottom lip.

“Time’s up!”

His teeth plunge into your bottom lip lightly. You separate with a whine.

There’s a moment before the door opens, time where your eyes scan over Leon to gather all your thoughts and take him in. His pupils are full blown, his arctic blue irises submerged in the dilation of his pupils, lips plump with need and breath laboured. He looks far away, as if he is immersed in a dream that’s too good to be true and judging by the smile that graces his face, you’re sure you look the same.

“Need a mint?” Leon’s all jokes, smile giddy and besotted.

You roll your eyes in response, playfully jabbing his hard bicep with a closed fist. “Says the one who stuck his tongue down my throat.”

“Guilty as charged,” he holds his hands up in surrender, eyes giving you their undivided attention. “Wouldn’t mind doing that again though.”

He punctuates his point with circling his arm around your waist, drawing you in close before placing a delicate kiss against the flushed skin of your cheeks. It’s shameful how much you like this guy already.

“You’re disgusting.”

The door opens and you leave the closet happier than you ever were before.

[gleamglows]

hellooooo!! my love for wolverine and hugh jackman have forcibly brought me back to tumblr with an urge to write. so here i am starting from scratch.

you can find my old blog here if you’re interested, i couldn’t bring myself to delete anything. those fics are my babies <3

tagging to find new people to follow!! i haven’t been on tumblr in years but i am itching to start writing and yapping again. yippee!!