#I've been obsessed with this one song lately and ...yeah...

[forgettable-au]

Feeling the urge to make a very small forgettable au animatic rn hehehe

[yamikakyuu]

Your beauty never ever scared me

[weirdnerdygoat]

Oh look, a younger ford blushing picture...

I... may or may not be making something...

[thevegetablewhichnoonedaresname]

feel like in the last year I sorta speedran Jinsei Nannimo Wakannee by Necry Talkie to Nobishiro by Creepy Nuts

[valiantwolf]

ok good news lads everything is pretty much set for my mom's inurnment. hooray!

[81pastrys]

i'm so obsessed with the song 'freak' by doja cat lately and i've been thinking about if you write a story about it with max verstappen or oscar piastri 🙏

Freaky Secrets

Summary— After the 4th championship in a row, she shows him a side he’s never seen and they can’t rid of the high.

Warnings— smut ; car sex ; lingerie ; sub!Max for a bit ; dom!Max ; ties

A/N— oh I had fun writing this for sure

Max One Shots

Dividers @bernardsbendystraws @dollywons

Despite all the rumors, Max was quite vanilla in bed. I knew this, he knew this. He didn’t care, it was still mind blowing sex. For his 4th championship I couldn’t hold back.

I bought lingerie for the night and brought it to every race that he could’ve won, Las Vegas was not where I had planned to be wearing it but here we were. Walking the strip that was once a race track, looking for a club.

I sat on his lap in a round booth with a few other drivers. Max rested his hand on my thigh and my breath hitched. He knew I was going to congratulate him in private. He ran his hand up my dress and felt the Lacey material.

“What’s this schatje?” The nickname causing butterflies to form. He felt it more intricately and noticed it wasn’t just panties and a bra, but a full bodysuit.

“You’ll see.” I tease with a kiss to his cheek. That about disoriented him for a minute. Lando called his name and they went on the dance floor. Once he came back we were leaving. “So soon?” I ask.

“I’m in need of a congrats from you.” He whispered as we drive to the hotel not far off. We got to the room and he kissed me. Delicately like always. I pull back and lead him to the bed.

“Sit down champion.” I say seductively and his cheeks flush. I take off the silky dress I had partied in and he saw the lingerie in whole. “Like what you see?” I ask as he stares.

“Y-yeah.” He stutters. I start feeling up his body and taking off his clothes. His dick standing at attention. I smirk at him and he throws his head back on the bed.

“We’re going to try something new tonight, is that okay?” I ask. He picks his head up and looks at my eyes. I didn’t leave much room for argument.

“Like what?” Always full of questions. I shrug my shoulders in response and he lies back down. “Okay.” He sighs.

“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to Max.” I reassure him. I rub his thigh and he sits up to look down at me on my knees in between his legs. He holds my chin and kisses me.

“I’ll try anything new with you.” He stays sitting up and I stand up to kiss him. I crawl on top of him as we make out. I grab his hard cock and give it a few experimental strokes. He groans into my mouth and I smile. I grind on him with the lace done at the bottom.

“I’m going to be in charge.” I inform him. I grind on him, my arousal coating him. I leave the bed and open my suitcase to find silk ties that match the color of my lingerie.

“You’re going to use those for yourself right?” He asked. I shake my head no. He moves to the center of the bed and complies when I start tying his hands, licking my nipples as I lean over him. I moan and falter in my movements. “You’re a little freak you know that?” He smiled.

I giggle and finish tying his hands. “I can be your little freak, daddy.” I tease. His dick twitched at the nickname. “Maybe next time I can be tied up.” I whisper in his ear. I continue my grinding and he bucks his hips up.

“Fuck, you’re insane schatje.” He groaned. I kneel in between his legs and take off my jewelry, placing it neatly on the bedside. My arousal was enough for me to stroke him.

I lick the underside vein of his cock and he pulls the restraints. I finally take him in my mouth and suck, the way I know he likes. I take him all the way, gagging slightly but he groans. Once he was close and giving me telltale signs of an orgasm, I pulled off. Lazily stroking him. “Not yet.”

We’ve never had sex without a condom, too afraid of a pregnancy scare. With birth control and how cautious we are already, I decided one night won’t kill us. He doesn’t know that. I bring myself back up to him and kiss him. “Please fuck me.” He said breathlessly.

“Already begging for it?” I tease. I run his tip through my folds and he bites his bottom lip in anticipation. “Just for tonight, I waive the condom.” I say and kiss him.

“Fuck, please fuck me raw.” There’s the begging again. I line him up with me and slowly sink down, the pleasure overwhelming. Something we both haven’t experienced. “Fuck you’re so tight.” He groaned throwing his head against the pillows.

I took a minute to get used to his size and the feeling of him raw. I started slow, like we usually do. “How many times should we cum tonight?” I ask him slowly bouncing and grinding in his cock.

“4 fuck- 4 championships.” He groaned. I smirk at him and speed up my movements. I brought him close and he couldn’t even warn me before bucking his hips making me squeal. I kept him deep inside, feeling his warm cum filling me.

“Oh my god..” I moan out at the feeling. I take a minute. “That’s addicting.” I breathe out. We calm down and untie him. “I need you to fuck me, that was-fuck.” My mind couldn’t comprehend how good it felt.

He flipped us and took no time in matching my rhythm of rough. He hit all the right spots and made me see stars. “Who’s making you feel this way? Hm?” He asked. He’s never done dirty talk, but fuck it’s something.

“You.” I whine. That wasn’t enough, he gave me a harsh thrust and I screamed. “Max! Fuck!” He smirked and kept thrusting hard. I couldn’t warn him of my orgasm either as it came through harder than ever.

“You want me to fill you up again?” He whispered, still thrusting enough to let me ride out my high. “Make a mess for you to clean up?” I groan and he fills me again. This time it was much more euphoric.

“Fuck! Oh my god Max yes please.” He laid on my chest as we calmed down again. We finished the night after sharing 4 orgasms each.

That wasn’t the last time Max and I decided to be freaky, no. One night we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. My skirt riding up throughout the night, him pulling it down. We played a risky game of car sex, but it was raining so no one could tell we were the ones fogging up the Range Rover windows.

“Fuck!” I moan on his lap in the backseat. He held my hips and bounced me up and down on his cock. I had teased him and since we opened the rough sex part of our lives, we barely had vanilla sex. “I knew I never liked it simple.” I moan and kiss him hard.

“Yeah? You just never told me you could be a little freak.” His words sent me over the edge. “Used to be my innocent little good girl. Now look at you.” He spilled his load inside me and I moaned louder, throwing my head back. “Doing such bad things to me.” He slowly bounced me as we rode out the high and panted.

“I was never an innocent good girl Max, I just hadn’t had the balls to tell you how dirty I wanted it.” I admit in the Range Rover we had rented for the event.

The last bit was mainly for the song, but I tried to keep it up with the song SO

[rinsoap]

THEM AS YOUR BOYFRIEND!

includes : ken ryuguji and baji keisuke. they are in their late teens/early 20s.

note : UR WELCOME TO THE FOURTEEN REQS IN MY INBOX BEGGING FOR BAJI CONTENT! i was gonna write mitsuya and mikey but i got tired lol

ken ryuguji as your boyfriend.

he loves taking you out on his bike. he likes how you hold him so tightly, and he likes the feeling of your cheek pressed against his back. when you first asked him, he was a little wary at first because he was kind of scared you might get hurt, but who was he to say no to his girl?

the girls at the brothel fucking love you. you exchange makeup tips and self care remedies, they pinch your cheek and tell you how cute you are. "hi love, what are you doing here looking so pretty!? ain't she pretty, kenny? yeahh he thinks so, look at him, he's blushing" "'course i think she's pretty, i'm the one dating her" oh and they love to give you life advice too; men, money, independance, all of it. draken is embarassed by how they act, but you think it's sweet.

he hates being posted to your socials. he's cool with it if his face isn't in the picture, but he values his privacy. his own social media presence is practically nonexistent, other than one highlight with one story from your birthday of you holding flowers he got you. the song he posted to you is my girl by the temptations.

though he likes his privacy, he does like pda. not intense pda, it's not like y'all have your tongues down each other's throats in public or anything, but he likes a lil kiss here n there. his arm around your waist, or your fingers intertwined with his. a kiss on your shoulder, and always one on your lips before you part. and while he doesn’t typically like to make a scene, when he misses you its a whole different story. he loves when you run to him when you see him after being away from each other for far too long, throwing your arms around his shoulders and his wrap around your waist to spin you around, peppering the side of your face with kisses as you tell him how much you missed him through giggles. "missed you too, angel," a kiss on your jaw. "i'm sorry i've been so busy lately," a kiss on your cheek "'m gonna make it up to you though, i promise." a kiss on your lips. yeah, it's that kind of pda.

he will call you so many pet names, it's not even funny. they're out of his mouth before he even realizes it. it's not like he hides his loving side exactly, it's just that with you, he gets to be a whole other type of gushy. his friends make fun of him whenever they get a glimpse of his softer side when he speaks to you, but he does not care!!! he'll never stop calling you his pretty princess or kissing your cheek or holding all your bags when you go shopping just because his friends think he's whipped. he would happily admit that they're right!!

baji keisuke as your boyfriend.

he may come across as cold, but make no mistake, physical touch is his love language. he always finds himself gravitating to touching you, even in public. whether he's holding your hand or resting his head on your shoulder or tracing hearts and stars into the skin of your thigh, he just wants to touch you!!! in private, it is so much more egregious. he'll be on top of you, attacking you with kisses, hands roaming over your skin. he loves when you sleep over because then he can extend his time to cuddle with you. he likes little spoon and big spoon equally, he just wants SOMEONE to be held!!!

he has and will fight someone for you, absolutely no question. he doesn't exactly get jealous, you express how much you love him enough for him to have interalized it, but he does let a threat or two slip out when a man's flirting with you right in front of him. when someone is being creepy to you, yes, he has been known to throw a couple punches. he'll stop when you ask!! its not like he's batshit!!!! when he's finished, you tend to his wounds. muttering about how stupid he is but giving him a kiss to his temple.

he knows how obsessed you are with his hair. he watches you from the corner of his eye, staring lip tucked between your teeth as he puts it up. he complains, but he secretly loves it. "man you treat me like some slut" "true i'm just using you for your hair. one day you'll wake up bald and i'll be half way across the country with a ziploc bag full of your beautiful hair" "i hate you" he loves lying on top of you, cheek pressed against your chest as you run your fingers through your hair. he always ends up mumbling how much he loves you when your fingers find their way into his hair. he also lets you play around with different hairstyles too! his favourite will always be a half up half down moment :p

he calls you bro more than actual pet names tbh. generally, he doesn't use a lot of pet names because he'd rather call you by your name, but when he's being extra sweet or when he's tired, he'll use them. you love how cute he is when he's about to fall asleep, he starts going on and on about how much he loves his pretty girl. "soo sweet to me, love you soo much... my lovely girl... my love" he'll whisper into your neck, not even knowing exactly what he's saying himself as his eyes slowly flutter shut. when he's in a good mood he'll greet you with a lil "hey baby" or "hello perfect beautiful girlfriend" bc he's annoying like that 😞

he can ALWAYS tell when something is wrong. a clench of your jaw or a slight falter in your eyes, he immediately knows. he'll ask about it as soon as he picks up on it. he's surprisingly very good at comforting. he'll listen as long as you need him to, he'll give you a temple kiss, a gesture that quickly became a sign of love and understanding in your relationship. he'll kiss you on one, then the other, and add "to ease your mind." and you laugh because it's corny, and he rolls his eyes and claims he's never doing a nice thing for you again, but he grabs your hand to take you out to eat because he knows food is the best comfort.

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

Losing his cool

Heyy guyss, I hope you enjoy this reader x Lewis one shot :)

If you want to read more stories of mine here's my masterlist.

The sun was shining high over the paddock, casting a warm glow over the Mercedes motorhome. You loved coming to the races whenever you could, always excited to support George, your younger brother, but also to soak in the electric atmosphere of the track.

Today, though, you were enjoying a rare moment of quiet, sitting comfortably on one of the sofas in the motorhome, your oversized sunglasses perched on your nose and your outfit, as always, effortlessly stylish.

As you scrolled through your phone, you felt a soft nudge against your leg. Glancing down, you saw Roscoe, looking up at you with those big, round eyes, his tail wagging with excitement.

"Well, hello there, handsome," you said with a smile, bending down to give him a scratch behind the ears. Roscoe flopped down at your feet, clearly in the mood for attention, and nudged a toy toward you. With a chuckle, you picked it up and started a gentle game of tug-of-war. His playful growls filled the motorhome, and you found yourself laughing as you pulled the toy from side to side, completely engrossed in the moment.

Lewis’s Perspective

Lewis walked out of a debriefing, looking forward to taking a breather in the motorhome. But as soon as he stepped out into the paddock, he noticed something — Roscoe was nowhere to be found. He furrowed his brow, scanning the area, wondering where his adventurous pup had wandered off to.

“Where’s Roscoe?” he mumbled, heading toward the motorhome. As soon as he stepped inside, his heart did a quick flip.

There you were — George’s older sister, casually lounging on the sofa, your smile lighting up the room as you played with Roscoe. He stood there for a moment, frozen.

From the first time Lewis had met you, you had an effect on him. You were effortlessly stylish, funny, and kind. Since that moment, he’d developed a quiet crush on you. The only problem? Whenever you were around, his confidence seemed to vanish.

Roscoe, sensing his presence, bounded over to him, wagging his tail.

“Oh, there you are,” you said, looking up with a grin. “I was starting to think I’d have to keep Roscoe for myself.”

Lewis chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, he’s good at wandering off. Sorry about that."

"No need to apologize," you replied, giving Roscoe one last pat before sitting up. "He’s great company."

Lewis felt the heat rise to his face, trying to hide how flustered he was. "He’s... yeah, he’s a good boy."

You smiled, tilting your head slightly. "So, what about you? How’ve you been? George told me you're are getting into music again, what’s on your playlist these days?"

The sudden switch in conversation threw him off guard. "Uh, playlist?" He cleared his throat, his mind racing to come up with an answer. "I’ve been listening to a lot of old-school hip-hop lately. Kendrick Lamar, a bit of J. Cole. Stuff like that."

Your eyes lit up with interest. "Kendrick, huh? Didn’t take you for a hip-hop fan. I like that." You leaned in slightly. "I’ve been obsessed with Sabrina Carpenter lately, especially her new album,."

Lewis grinned, feeling a bit more comfortable. "Sabrina is great. I'm not into pop music but I do like her songs, besides, I've heard that her live shows are insane, too."

You nodded, your gaze locked on his. "I bet. I’ve been dying to see her live. Maybe we should go to a concert sometime."

He froze at your words, his mind momentarily blank. Did you just suggest going to a concert together? He quickly tried to play it off casually. "Yeah, that could be fun."

You leaned back with a teasing smirk. "Could be?"

Lewis laughed awkwardly, his nerves creeping back in. "I mean, it would be fun. Definitely."

"That’s more like it." You gave him a playful wink, and Lewis couldn’t help but smile, though his heart was racing.

You tilted your head slightly, your expression softening. "So, how’s your break been? Any big plans?"

Lewis shifted, trying to keep his cool. "It’s been good. Spent some time hiking in Colorado with Roscoe. It was nice to get away from everything for a bit, you know?"

"Colorado sounds amazing," you said, your eyes lighting up. "I’ve always wanted to go hiking out there. Maybe you can show me around sometime?"

Lewis blinked, his heart skipping a beat. He hadn’t expected you to be so direct. "Uh, yeah, sure. I mean, if you’re ever out there…"

You smiled, clearly amused by his nervousness. "I’ll hold you to that."

As the conversation continued, Lewis found himself relaxing more, enjoying your company as you chatted about music, travel, and everything in between. But when the conversation lulled, you stood up, brushing a hand through Roscoe’s fur one last time.

"Well, it was nice catching up with you," you said, smiling warmly at him. "And since you’ve been dodging the question all afternoon… how about I make it easy for you?"

Lewis blinked, confused. "Question? What question?"

You laughed softly, stepping closer. "I know you’re not going to ask me out, so... how about I ask you instead?" Your tone was playful, but your eyes held his steadily. "What do you say, Lewis? Dinner next weekend?"

Lewis’s heart nearly stopped. He hadn’t seen that coming at all. His mind raced, trying to process the fact that you had just asked him out. "You... want to go out with me?"

You grinned, shaking your head at his surprise. "Yes, Lewis. I want to go out with you. What do you think?"

His nerves suddenly melted away, replaced by a wave of excitement. "I’d love that," he said, his voice a bit more confident now.

"Good," you said, giving him one last playful smile before turning to leave. "I’ll text you."

As you walked away, Lewis stood there, dumbfounded but grinning from ear to ear. Roscoe barked softly, as if to say, It’s about time.

Lewis shook his head, still in disbelief. "Yeah, Roscoe," he muttered, glancing down at his dog. "It’s about time."

[andcars]

# 𝗚𝗥𝟲𝟯 ─── STUPID IN LOVE WITH YOU BON APPETIT FICS . . . MASTERLIST . . . TAGLIST . . . AO3

GEORGE RUSSELL IS HOPELESSLY in love with you. a few headcanons on how he acts when he's with you. this is part as an extra of the bon appetit series but can be read without reading it.

TAGS . . . # female reader, pining george, reader may or may not be oblivious TYPE OF FIC . . . # headcanons, imagine, bon appetit; extra LENGTH . . . # ten headcanons/imagines, 779 words

pining!george where he tries to act casual when he invites you out, saying that he's bored and you're free. he's attempting to be real subtle about the way he texts, 'Yeah no, I don't have anything to do :/ Wanna hang?' but really he's pacing back and forth seeing if you've responded

pining!george saying that he's not needy or clingy. but it's in the small things like brushing up against your shoulder. guiding you by the shoulder when walking somewhere. random pictures or texts in the middle of the day; sometimes it's his wheels and the other times the helmet's marks. he can't stand not talking to you.

pining!george always tries to learn everything you like. 'What's your favourite band? Oh, the Cannons? Oh I'm pretty sure I've listened to their songs a few times before' and lies for a little bit about not remembering the song and is glad when you autofill the information for him. the next day he tells you he listened to them again and you talk about their music. it's these things he always want to impress you.

pining!george invites you out for the race weekends. weekends. multiple. he invites you to practically each one that everyone calls you the newest wag on the paddock. he never denies the rumour, just saying that it's not the media's problems to meddle in your relationship. but he lives for that attention, for people thinking you two look great together. he never brings it up in fear that you would think it's weird.

pining!george isn't the best guy at DIYs. however, friendship bracelets have been all over his feed lately and you've liked them all. he's never seen you with one on despite your interest. he buys an entire kit and with it multiple trinkets of different designs. when he gifts you your first friendship bracelet, it spells out his nickname for you designed with trinkets that resemble racing. he's obsessed with making them when your reaction to that one was absolutely golden.

pining!george is a fashion icon, everyone knows that. but when he's with you he's learned to adopt to your style instead. grunge? he's sporting a beanie and a spiked belt for the first time in his life. dark academia? bring back the long dark brown coats and sweaters. rockstars? you don't believe your eyes when you see george russel wearing a low tank top and patterened pants. he expanded his closet just to match your taste

pining!george is very much interested in your job. it doesn't matter whether or not you really like it, he makes it so that you enjoy it and is in awe of the things you do. oh, you travel around for catering services? he asks you to come over to cater for mercedes instead, saying that your cooking is probbaly the best thing that could come into the paddock.

pining!george of course loves your cooking. it doesn't really matter how good your cooking really is, it's like you make everything taste good. he feels like eating in your presence just makes everything taste like it's a godsent meal. no restaurant compares to you, though. he keeps saying it after he tasted your food, 'They added too much salt into this one. I ordered it because you cooked this for me before but it's a shame they can't really cook it like you do.'

pining!george 's favourite date location is probably yours or his house. he invited you over to his hotel room on a media day because the hotel was swarmed outside and he wasn't really thinking about going to papparazi. so you and he hang out there and honestly, it was fun. the both of you cook together, him miserably failing and you're effortlessly amazing. he watches local tv with you, nevermind if you don't know the language. it's entertaining to see a woman yell and slap a man across the face while everyone else is shocked. drama doesn't need a language barrier, after all. he even invites you to stay in his bed while he goes to the couch. you want to retaliate but he's already making himself comfy on the couch. you feel bad but oh well, you give him a blanket for his effort.

pining!george doesn't know that you are very amused by his behaviour. whether or not you are actually aware of his flirting, it makes you laugh everytime. you watch him change clothes, buy albums, make friendship bracelets, complain about restaurant food all with a smile on your lips. he doesn't really see himself in your eyes, and he looks so good loving you.

🗒 𝗣𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗟 . . . did this during classes and i only got to make a few TT. but i plan to do a smau or a fic on the weekend, so look forward to it! and lmk any feedback on the graphic if you have any. i'm always never satisfied but god i just want a template to be able to use when i'm quickly posting ˎˊ˗ ᝰ.

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[simpxxstan]

hi i would like to req cheol x fem!reader with the song you are in love by taylor swift. thank you!

congrats on 500 followers btw 🫶🏼

this is part of my 550 followers celebration event (closed now)!

thank you for this request, really hoping you like it! i'm not a swiftie so i was unsure of how to interpret the song prompt. hope i did it justice! posting very very late, thank you for being patient for so long <3 happy bday month to cheollie!!! i love him so much and this couple too. i think i might write a few more drabbles for them later lol

genre: coworkers to lovers, friends to lovers, fluff

word count: 3.3k words

warnings: reader is fwb with an oc (not seungcheol).

"you are in love!" your best friend says. "yeah, i know." you sigh, "that's why i've been ranting for so-" "no, silly! not with jay. you're in love with seungcheol!" you had laughed off her words, wondering if she'd become tipsy way too fast into your girls' night.

but when you're lying in your bed later that night, the thought lingers in your mind- the alcohol clearing up and making you progressively more sober as the cold air from the open window hits you, while your friend snores soundly next to you.

"think about it." "i am thinking ab-" "no, you've never really thought about this before. think about it clearly." you'd laughed heartily at her faux-wisdom, which always appeared after finishing two cans of beer.

but she's right. you have actually never thought about this. you've been so obsessed with getting jay to like you that you've never really given a second thought about seungcheol... and what he really means to you now.

"i'd expect more from a stats major and a data analyst, honestly. aren't you supposed to be logical and rigorous-" you slap her arm while doubling over with laughter, knowing full well that she's imitating the words of an infamous professor in your college. "i am being logical. we're just coworkers."

were you?

now that you think about it, certainly not. you're more than coworkers. more like friends. more like best friends. in fact, he's the closest friend you've made since your days in college. just coworkers don't buy each other their favourite drinks when the other has a bad day. just coworkers don't hang out for hours after work nearly every other day. just coworkers don't invite each other to parties with their separate friend groups. just coworkers don't have inside jokes that prevent you from forming friends with anyone else in the office.

your mind travels back to last thursday, when seungcheol had saved your ass for the nineteenth time this year when you'd arrived late by preventing the boss from noticing.

and the thursday before that, when seungcheol had dropped you home after he'd found out that jay had made you cry during an argument in the break room just before work got over.

and the thursday before that, when you'd gone with seungcheol to taste the menu at three different banquets because he was busy planning the wedding of his best friend, joshua, and needed an unbiased taster.

did just coworkers know everything about each other? including his dentist appointment's dates, the last time you went grocery shopping, the last time he went to watch a movie, the vitamin supplements you eat after breakfast, and so much more.

you smile in the darkness. no, you and seungcheol could never be just coworkers. you're best friends, nothing less of that.

but love?

ah, no. you'll bet your life on this one. you've been in love before. and what you feel for seungcheol is nothing like it.

_

your heart hammers in your chest as you ring the doorbell again, the weight of the melting cake heavy in your hand. you distinctly remember jay telling you that he'd be home tonight, then why wasn't he responding to his calls nor opening his door?

you're answered about twenty minutes later. you're sitting on the stairs in front of his flat when you hear him walking up the stairs... and there's someone else's voice too. a female voice.

"y/n?"

words get caught in your throat when you see mina, the new intern fresh out of a college, walking right beside him, arm looped in his, a hickey prominent on her neck, freshly bruised.

"why are you here?" she asks you, and you wince.

"i wanted to surprise you... for your birthday! sorry, i- i didn't know you had plans."

jay smiles as he looks at mina next to him, and pulls her closer. "no, mina actually surprised me too. and we went out dancing. sorry, have you been waiting for long? you should've call-"

"i did."

jay pulls out his phone and checks it. "oh shucks. you've been calling for the last twenty minutes," he takes a step forward and leans in to kiss your cheek, lightly. "you can join us for dinner? i'm sure mina won't mind." mina definitely minds, because she looks like she's going to shoot you down in a matter of seconds.

"nah, i'll just leave. happy birthday though. i can see you had a good one." would you be petty if you didn't give him the cake?

"sorry for making you wait for so long, y/n-ah."

one year and four months.

"no worries, man. enjoy your night. bye mina!" and you smile, like the stupid people-pleaser you are. at least you brought the cake with you.

_

"what's up?" seungcheol opens the door and you smell the heavenly aroma of fried noodles from his kitchen greet you.

"thank you for opening the door."

seungcheol raises an eyebrow at you. "why would i not open the door? you're literally-"

"yeah no, that's cause jay didn't. he went out with mina, it turns out." you stuff the cake into his fridge and stand next to him where he's cooking in a wok.

"mina? intern mina?"

"yeah. they made out too... so i'm guessing it wasn't friendly."

seungcheol scoffs. "mina joined, like, last week."

"two weeks."

"he switched you up for her although he's been with you for a year and a half."

"she's twenty-two, cheol. i'm pushing thirty. i'm not sexy anymore." you bite your lip as you look at the word puzzle in the newspaper on the coffee table. seungcheol doesn't reply immediately, so your heart sinks a little further. even if he doesn't subjectively find you sexy, he could just say it to console you. well, but it's a stretch to even expect that from-

"you're the sexiest woman i've ever met." seungcheol says, his voice softer, as he plops down next to you, holding two bowls filled with the fried noodles. he begins to eat wordlessly, legs propped up on the coffee table, almost inhaling the food. if you move your leg a little, your bodies would touch.

you don't reply. you can't reply. you start eating the food too, relishing the flavours in silence.

"want some more? there's more egg bits towards the bottom, i know you-"

"it doesn't matter if you think i'm the sexiest woman. clearly he doesn't."

"is jay the only person whose opinion matters?"

"are you really asking me that?"

"what i am asking you is that you've wasted one year and a half pining over a man who doesn't care for anything more than sex, and you still hope he's worth your time?"

your breath stutters. seungcheol's staring at you, and you feel shameful and self-conscious suddenly. all the fire and rage from your earlier comments dissipate and you sigh.

"you think i don't have a chance at all?"

"jay is an asshole, y/n. i think that you shouldn't care about him at all. but that's just what i think. my opinion doesn't ma-"

"shut the fuck up," you extend a hand to grab his wrist and make him look at you again.

seungcheol does look at you again but doesn't say anything.

"my best friend says i like you."

seungcheol's fork clatters in his bowl and you both turn to look at each other.

you have no idea why you say that. sure, it's been on your mind all day, all evening, and suddenly you feel like you're on your toes around him through the day. even when you two sat together at work, you'd become oddly conscious of his presence in your periphery, which has never occurred to you before.

"do you?"

and you have no idea why he says it either. in all the million possible options of things he could've said right now, you'd never imagined him asking this to you right on your face.

so you have nothing to say, except a very shaky, a very feeble, "i don't know."

_

the next day, two things happen.

first, seungcheol isn't talking to you. well, he is talking. but not properly. talking like could you press the elevator button or do you want some grapes or did you read the mail.

second, jay's talking to you a lot. he follows you into the break room and apologises again for standing you up on his birthday night.

"it's okay really. i hope you had a wonderful time with mina." you don't make eye contact, not really interested in listening to his whining, instead more focused on making the espresso you know that seungcheol craves during the afternoon.

"i... just wanted to clarify. there's nothing between us, you know. nothing going on." "you don't have to clarify that to me-" "i know. but still. wanted to know if it's all good between us." you push your tongue into your cheek to stop a curse from coming out. finally you pick up the two mugs of coffee and face him. "yes jay, all's good." jay smiles widely. "so are we on for the annual company dinner for this weekend?"

shit. you'd forgotten about that.

"umm-"

"but we go every year!" and jay throws you those puppy eyes that bring out the wrinkles next to his eyes that were the first reason you'd fallen for him.

it, surprisingly, doesn't make you feel weak in the knees.

"i'll confirm by tonight, okay? gotta go."

you head straight to seungcheol's desk and put down the cup of coffee on his desk, making him look up from his desktop.

"do you have a plus one for the company dinner?"

his eyes widen, and he responds after a moment's pause. "no. but-"

"will you come with me?"

"what?"

"will you be my plus one?"

"but you're going with jay?"

"who told you that?"

"you did, genius. that's all you could talk about on monday."

you cringe internally. you don't even know why you do that- talking so much about jay, thinking so much about jay, just... caring so much for him. is it a parasocial thing? like people crush on their celebrities and make imaginary daydreams about taking care of their crushes? because jay certainly hasn't recicprocated even a tenth of your affection.

or maybe it's because of the sex. it is natural for friends with benefits to end up liking each other. well, in your case, liking the other without the other liking you. perhaps it's the physical intimacy. perhaps it's the consolation that you may be pushing thirty but you're still attractive enough to be on the market. perhaps it's the attention he gives you during your hookups. and perhaps it's the lack of attention from anyon-

wait.

you don't have a lack of attention. you have friends.

so it's not the attention bit.

is it specifically male attention?

but seungcheol is male. and he gives you a lot of attention, but only as a friend. you may be the sexiest woman he's ever met but he would never hook up with you. he's way out of your league.

"i don't want to go with jay." you finally respond back, clicking your tongue.

"huh? isn't that like your dream?"

"seungcheol. don't push it."

"i'm the one pushing it? i tell you not to like him, and you're mad at me. i tell you to like him, and you're still mad at me. what am i supposed to say, y/n?" and he pouts. fucking pouts at you like a little boy who's not allowed to eat sweets, and your heart breaks into a million pieces. you know he's not even trying to fake his cuteness (like jay does sometimes) and yet there's something so adorable about him right now that makes you want to-

fuck.

"just answer me, cheol. please. yes or no?"

"when have i ever said no to you?"

your mouth twists as you nod. he hasn't. ever said no to you.

"i'll tell jay i'll be going with you then."

you turn around to walk away, but seungcheol pulls you back, grabbing your wrist and pulling you up close to his chest so that you have to tilt your head up to talk to him. "what?"

"is this some let's make jay jealous mission?"

"what?!" your eyes go wide and you scoff.

"of course NOT. what do you think i am? i'm not that desperate."

seungcheol sighs.

"whatever you say, darling."

_

seungcheol looks as good as ever when he comes around to pick you up and drive you to the company dinner that weekend.

"red suits you," he says, taking in the dress you've brought out from your mother's closet specially for this event. this dress is made to impress. it's the dress your mom wore at the party where she met your dad for the first time, and you've heard from dad countless times how enchanting she looked in the dress. you're hoping you'll do the dress half the justice, but clearly you haven't inherited your mother's body proportions, so it doesn't look as good as it did on her. and yet, the plunging sweetheart neckline allows you to wear pretty accessories that you hardly get to wear to work. it is really a dress to impress. somehow, something inside you wants to impress.... someone. and for some reason, you don't think it's jay.

the car ride is silent. it's extremely uncomfortable because you don't remember the last time you spent ten minutes in the same space as seungcheol without talking to him. you knew you shouldn't have raised the my friend thinks i like you shit. but you've raised it and now you can't go back. his question still lingers in your mind, and it feels like a challenge.

do you like him?

when you look at him in the moonlight, his jawline is shaved clean and his hair is slicked off his forehead. it's not like you've never realised before this how handsome seungcheol is. in fact, it was the one of the first things you'd noticed about him. he's got an aura about him that's so attractive from the outside. but as you grew closer to him, the attraction somewhat wore off into a casual comfort... where you can exist in the same space with him without double taking at his beautiful smile or wondering why his dimples are so cute.

but that's not to say that his appeal is lost on you.

under the moonlight, he looks godly.

''i heard jay's going with mina." he finally tells you when he parks into the parking lot.

"good for them." he looks at you and cocks an eyebrow, and you shrug.

you're about to open the door and step out, but he quickly grabs your hand across the car, and pulls you inside.

"umm. y/n, i don't know what you're doing. but i- whatever i said that day- look, i don't like jay because i think he's rude to you? but apart from that i'm sure he's a great guy and you should like him if you want to. and i have no right to say anything about it-"

"what?" you're so confused by his little monologue.

"sorry i'm saying this poorly. what i mean is, please don't let what i said that night make you avoid jay or anything."

"this isn't about that."

"it's not?" he tilts his head in query.

"no. this isn't about how i feel about jay."

"it's not?" he asks you again, his face more confused. you're tempted to smile at the cute confusion on his features, but you know it'll make him mad for spoiling this serious moment.

"this is about how i feel about you."

_

seungcheol does not utter any more words to you after that. there's still a very prominent confusion on his face, but he masks it well with his natural charm.

but you're not confused at all for once. everything seems to become clear to you with 100% HD clarity. for some reason, it all makes sense now. why your best friend thinks you're in love with seungcheol.

because you've never been in love before.

you've always fallen for the toxic type of person, like jay. relationships that are more about hookups and drunken fights than emotional bonds and care. and your past experience has made you feel that love is nothing smooth. it's always been a rocky path for you. push and pull, where you're both pushed around and pulled to meet to other's conveniences.

but being with seungcheol is so... different.

there's no loneliness. no push and pull, no compromise. only laughter and memories. he makes you smile you more than any of your love interests have made you smile. he makes you laugh ever so often. he takes care of you when you're sick. he cooks for you whenever he comes over because you can't cook to save your life. he wrote you a birthday card. he bought matching t-shirts from a thrift store because you both happened to like the design. right now, when you see the way he's talking to another colleague, his pretty lips articulating every word clearly, your heart warms with fondness. a stray hair sticks out, and you fix it back. he doesn't notice. or he pretends not to. when jay comes around within your periphery, he pulls you closer, and you can't help but smile again. something about everything he does is so endearing.

it's not a eureka moment.

and yet, it feels good to feel love for real for the first time of your life. you can die tonight happily, knowing you're capable of real love. because you know you do love seungcheol. for all his pouty tantrums and all his whining complaints, you love him the most in the world right now, and you simply cannot imagine choosing a life without him.

"do you want to dance?"

seungcheol's been deliberately avoiding eye contact, but now he looks at you like a deer caught in the headlights.

"no."

you giggle at the sudden reply. "why?" his frown deepens, and you tug at his lips with your fingers. "you don't look good when you frown." "it doesn't matter." "it does." "no one's looking at me." "no one's looking at me either." "shut up. jay's boring holes into your dress with the way he's ogling you." seungcheol's face flares up, and you're mildly amused. "and what about the boy i want to ogle?" "huh?" "you. you're so handsome, cheol." his eyes unfocus from jay and back at you, his eyes wide and lips slightly parted.

"what are you doing, y/n? why are you playing with my heart?"

"i'm not, though? i'm just telling you how i feel."

"and how's that?"

"i feel like dancing with you under the moonlight. i feel like going on a long drive with you. i feel like hugging you on the warmth of your couch until we fall asleep. i've never done these things, seungcheol, will you come with me?"

"never danced? fuck, you're not being treated right."

and he shows you. he takes you to the centre of the hall area, where the roof's glass so that it's slightly isolated from the result of the expanse, and the moonlight's shining in like a spotlight. there are only a few people dancing there, mostly couples. but seungcheol and you dance at the very centre, lost in each other's eyes, forgetting that this is a public place. it doesn't matter. nothing does. except him.

you are in love, your best friend's voice floats into your mind. and you smile as you look into seungcheol's eyes, realising she was right all along.

so you tell him.

"i love you, cheol."

seungcheol stutters in his step for a second. but it doesn't matter. your pace was anyway too slow. he pulls you closer against his chest, and cups your cheek with one hand. "what's that?"

"i told you this night's about you. and i've realised it now. i am in love."

and when seungcheol kisses you later that night, you're downright thankful you've finally realised your feelings. because how did you ever think you'd survive without his cherry kisses?

[otherone12]

hi !!! could you write a gerard way x male reader where gerard is a vampire and the reader is vampire obsessed, begging him and asking him to feed off of the reader and he eventually gives in, and while gerard feeds mayb the reader give shim a handjob and it turns into smut where they fuck supa hard ?? mostly suggesting a blood kink fic lolol :3c

Drink Me Hot, Like A Liqueur

(this is a line from a brazilian song: "Doce Vampiro" by Rita Lee)

Vampire!Gerard Way x Male!Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: Heyy!! Damn i disappeared again... sorry, guys X-X ... First of all, i want to say that i've never wrote a male reader fic (cause i'm a cis woman), so, i'm sorry if i did something wrong or weird. I tryed my best to make this good, even did a research, reading my frind's favorite fic (A "Larry Stylinson" one... yeah i like 1D too).. so, hope u like it! <3 (If it turned out too different from what you imagined, let me know and I'll try to fix it :) )

Next fic: Bullets!Ray Toro x Reader (smut)

Summary: You met Gerard in college, and from the start he caught your attention because of his dark ways. So you decided to follow him, he was exactly what you expected him to be.

- Word Count: 5.100

- Warnings: SMUT! Blood Kink, handjob

> IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS KIND OF CONTENT, DON'T READ!!!! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME.

- Ps: I didn't go into as much detail about SMUT physically, because I was a bit insecure about writing something too weird, but even so, I don't think it was too bad.

- Ps2: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps3: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

I wasn’t supposed to be here. But when I noticed I was following Gerard down the street, in the middle of the night, like some kind of creep. 

But I couldn’t help myself. He was always so… mysterious. He avoided people like the plague, rarely spoke in class, and when he did, his voice carried a weight that didn’t match his age, always hiding in the shadows with his oversized hoodie wrapped around his too pale body, even on sunny and hot days. I dare to say mostly when the day was sunny. 

And then there were the other things. The things I couldn’t ignore. He never ate during class. Not once. His participation was minimal, but when he spoke, it was like stepping into a different era.

 I’ll never forget the time we discussed Victorian art, and he explained it with such confidence, such intimacy, that it felt like he’d been there, standing in the streets of 19th-century London.

Maybe I was reading too much into it. Maybe I’d let my imagination run wild. But there was something about Gerard Way that didn’t quite fit into the world I knew. Something… unnatural.

Vampires.

The thought had been gnawing at me for weeks. Ever since I stumbled across him one night, walking alone under the moonlight, his pale face illuminated just enough to catch that eerie, otherworldly glow in his eyes. I’ve been obsessed with vampires for as long as I can remember, their myths, their stories, their allure. And Gerard gave me that same intoxicating pull, the same thrill that made my stomach twist in both fear and fascination.

Theoretically, I am supposed to know vampires aren’t real, but what if they are? What if he was one of them? I just needed to know. 

That’s why I was here now, watching him like some amateur detective. For weeks, I’d been studying him, piecing together the little things: his long walks late at night, his strange habits, the way he seemed to disappear without a trace. He fascinated me in ways I couldn’t explain, and tonight, I’d finally decided to follow him.

Gerard walked with purpose, his hood pulled low, his figure blending into the shadows. The street was deserted, the only sound the occasional hum of distant traffic. My breath hitched as he turned down a dead-end alley, his steps silent on the cracked pavement.

And that’s when I saw him.

A stranger. A man I’d never seen before, lingering at the end of the alley. There was something off about him too—something that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. His posture was too relaxed, like he was waiting for something. Or someone.

Gerard slowed, his shoulders tensing as if he didn’t know the man either. My pulse quickened, and I leaned forward, desperate to see what would happen next, forgetting for a moment how exposed I was.

It happened so quickly that I almost missed it. One moment, they were just standing there; the next, Gerard had the stranger pressed against the wall, his hand fisted in the man’s collar. There was no struggle, no sound of protest… just the low hum of something that felt far too intimate to be violence.

I craned my neck, trying to see better, and that’s when I caught the glint of sharp teeth as Gerard’s lips parted, his head tilting slightly to the side before he sank them into the man’s neck.

My stomach flipped, my brain screaming at me to look away, but I couldn’t. 

I was rooted to the spot, watching as his jaw worked against the man’s throat, his hands holding the stranger still with inhuman ease. The man’s head lolled back, his eyes fluttering shut, not in pain, but in something that looked dangerously close to pleasure.

I felt my breath hitch, the sound escaping me before I could stop it… a small, sharp gasp that echoed far too loudly in the quiet alley.

Gerard froze.

Slowly, he lifted his head, his mouth smeared with crimson. His tongue darted out, quick and sharp, to catch the blood lingering on his lips, and his dark eyes locked onto mine.

- Oh,- he said, his voice soft but dripping with amusement. - I didn’t know I had an audience.

My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst. I tried to step back, to disappear into the shadows, but my feet wouldn’t move.

- You’ve been following me, haven’t you? - Gerard continued, his tone almost teasing.

- I… - My throat was dry, my words stuck somewhere between fear and something else entirely.

Gerard stepped closer, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His movements were unhurried, almost predatory, as if he enjoyed the way I was frozen in place.

- Should I be flattered? - he asked, his head tilting slightly as his eyes raked over me. - Or should I be concerned?

- I- I wasn’t-  I started, but the lie died on my tongue when Gerard raised an eyebrow, his lips forming a faint smirk.

- You weren’t what? - he interrupted, his voice low and smooth. - You weren’t stalking me? Watching me? Or...you weren’t enjoying it?”

He stepped closer still, his gaze flicking down to my throat. My cheeks burned. Was I enjoying it? My body betrayed me, heat pooling in places I didn’t want to think about as the image of him biting that stranger replayed in my mind.

- You’re quiet, - Gerard said, his smirk widening. - I thought I was the quiet one here…

- “I… - I managed to choke out, though I had no idea what I was about to say.

He laughed softly, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. 

- Relax, - he said, his tone lighter now, though his gaze still held that unsettling intensity. - If I wanted to hurt you, I would’ve done it already.

I took a deep breath. The words slipped out before I could stop them. I blushed harder, regretting it instantly, but I couldn’t take it back.

- But… What if I wanted you to? - I wasn’t unsure, but my nervousness was too clear - I-i mean… you could bite me… 

Gerard’s expression got more serious, as he shook his head and stepped close to me.

- No way. - he replied, his voice firm - I don’t do this… 

- Why? -  I asked before I could stop myself. I sound more confident then i was  - You already did with that guy…

- It’s not that easy, man… - Gerard’s eyes darkened, his posture suddenly more rigid. He took a step back, studying me closely. - I don’t bite people I know.

- C’mon, Gerard I-

- Enough! - he snapped, his voice suddenly sharp, cutting through the air. His eyes darkened slightly, and for a moment, I could see a flash of something dangerous behind his calm facade.  - I won't bite you. End of conversation. See you at college.

His words hung in the air, final, unyielding. But there was something in the way he said it, a tension in his voice that told me he wasn’t entirely unaffected by our exchange.

I stood there, frozen, watching him turn away. My heart was still racing, my mind whirling with questions, but I didn’t have the courage to say anything more. As much as I wanted him to… I could feel that invisible line between us, one I wasn’t sure I could cross.

Gerard’s footsteps faded into the night, and I was left standing there, breathless, my body still humming with the heat of the encounter.

*** Time Skip ***

Next day at the college I couldn't shake the memory of last night. How Gerard bit that guy, how he moved so smoothly, how his black hair fell on his face, the way his hazel eyes caught the moonlight… Then there was his voice… I could hear it all day. 

I kept replaying the way he’d caught me watching him, that teasing smirk, the brief but overwhelming rush of heat I felt when he’d gotten too close.

I couldn’t stop thinking about it, couldn’t stop thinking about him.

I sat in the corner of the lecture hall, trying to focus on the professor’s words, but my mind kept drifting back to Gerard. I kept telling myself I should let it go, that it wasn’t normal to obsess over someone like this, but… I couldn’t help it. There was something about him that felt so… magnetic.

I caught a glimpse of him at the back of the room, as usual, sitting alone with his head down, eyes focused on whatever he was sketching in the margins of his notebook. There were always empty seats around him, like people instinctively knew to stay away. Gerard wasn’t the type to invite conversation, to make friends, and maybe that was part of why I felt drawn to him.

Maybe it was the mystery of it all.

Maybe it was the fact that he was different, detached from the world in a way that made me want to understand him, want to pull him closer.

The lecture dragged on, but my eyes kept straying toward Gerard. Eventually, I couldn’t resist anymore. My heart pounding in my chest, I stood up, grabbing my bag, and made my way to the back of the room

- hey…- I tried, but he didn’t bother to look up. - Gerard?

He finally looked at me, his expression unreadable, but I could feel his annoyance.

- So… - I started again - I was thinking about last night and- 

- Don’t. - His sharp tone cut me off 

- Please…. I-I still want you to… - I bit my lip, trying to not sound nervous… - I mean you could feed from me. If you want.

There. I said it. And the moment the words left my lips, my heart rate picked up again, my palms growing sweaty.

Gerard’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he sighed, shaking his head.

- No, - he said simply, his voice flat. - I told you before. I don’t do that.

- Why? - I asked before I could stop myself. My curiosity was eating at me. - I mean, you did it with that guy… What’s the difference?

Gerard leaned forward, his eyes locking onto mine. 

- There’s a difference, alright, - he said, his voice barely above a whisper. - It’s not something I just do with people who ask.

I could feel my pulse quicken, and the words tumbled out of my mouth before I could think better of it. 

- But what if I wanted you to?-  I asked, a part of me desperate, a part of me trembling from the intensity of this conversation.

Gerard looked at me, his gaze intense and unreadable. There was a long pause before he spoke, his tone low and cold.

- Maybe that’s the problem,- he said, his voice almost distant. - You want something you don’t understand, and I’m not someone you can just get close to, and ask something like that, understand?

I felt a pang in my chest, a mix of frustration and something else… something darker. Is that what this was? Was it all just me being obsessed with something I couldn’t have?

But then… I caught myself. I was staring at him again, lost in his eyes, noticing the subtle curve of his jaw, the sharp lines of his face, and the way his lips pressed into a thin line.

God, he was so fucking attractive.

I hadn’t even realized how much I’d been drawn to him until now, the way my body responded to his presence.

Gerard shifted in his seat, sensing the change in the air. He glanced down at his hands, avoiding eye contact for a moment before speaking again, his tone quieter this time.

I stared at him, my mouth dry, the words I wanted to say swirling in my head but never quite making it past my lips. I stood there, caught in the weight of the moment. Gerard’s gaze flicked back up to mine briefly, as if he could sense the inner conflict swirling inside me. Then, without another word, he stood up and walked past me, brushing against my arm as he went.

- See you around, - he said softly, and I could hear the finality in his voice.

I watched him go, a mix of disappointment and longing simmering inside me. What was I doing? Why was I letting this obsession take control of me? But even as I tried to make sense of it, I couldn’t stop thinking about him, about the pull I felt every time I was near him.

It wasn’t just curiosity anymore. It was something deeper. Something dangerous.

*** Time Skip **

I wasn’t about to give up… the days dragged on, but I couldn’t stop trying. Every chance I got, I found myself pushing the subject with Gerard, even if I knew it would only get me a frustrated glare or an annoyed sigh. I didn’t care. I had to try.

- Gerard… - I whispered one evening after class, catching up to him in the hallway. He didn’t even glance at me, his pace quickening as he walked toward the door. I almost ran to keep up with him. - Please. Just once. You don’t even have to… just bite me. I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

He didn’t stop walking, but his lip curled into a tight, unreadable line. 

- Damn! I’ve already said no.

- But-

- No.

*** Time Skip ***

Again, I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and how I wanted him to sink his teeth on my neck.

He froze when he saw me standing there, waiting, the same determined look in my eyes.

- Gerard, please… You know I won’t say anything. You can trust me, - I begged, my voice breaking a little, my hands shaking as I reached out to him. - I want it. I want you to feed from me. Just… just once. Let me feel what it’s like. Please.

Gerard’s face didn’t change. He just stared at me with those cold, emotionless eyes. 

- I said no! I don’t bite people I know. - He sighed -  Especially not you.

I flinched at his words, but I couldn’t stop myself. 

- Please… - The word came out in a desperate whisper. - Please, Gerard. I need this.

He turned away without another word, but I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw tightened. He was fighting something, and I knew it was just as much a battle for him as it was for me.

*** Time Skip ***

It had been weeks of nothing but rejection, each plea falling on deaf ears. But today, something was different.

I saw Gerard in the hallway after class, and as usual, I tried to push it again, my voice shaky but determined. 

- Gerard… please. Just once. -  - You don’t have to worry about anything, I promise-

Before I could finish, he stopped walking, turning to face me. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes, something dark and dangerous, that sent a thrill down my spine.

- You know what? Fine,- he said, his voice low, barely above a whisper. - Meet me at my apartment tonight. You know where I live, right? Since you already stalked me.

I froze. My heart hammered in my chest, the rush of adrenaline nearly overwhelming. For a moment, I thought I misheard him. 

- What?!

- You heard me. - Gerard’s voice was firm, but there was something softer beneath the command. It was as if he was giving in to something he didn’t want to admit to himself. - But if we’re doing this, it’s on my terms.

The words hung in the air, and my mind raced, a million questions swirling around. But I knew I didn’t need to ask. I nodded, my throat tight. 

- I’ll be there.

*** Time Skip ***

Later that night, I couldn’t shake the feeling of anticipation, of nerves and hunger gnawing at me. I wasn’t sure what I was more nervous about, the possibility of what was going to happen, or the fact that this moment had been building for so long, and now it was finally here.

I knocked on his door just past midnight. My heart pounded in my chest as I waited for him to answer. When the door opened, there he stood, his usual dark, mysterious aura more intense than ever. His eyes flicked over me, and for a brief second, I saw a flash of something, something hungry in his gaze.

He didn’t say anything. Just stepped aside, silently motioning for me to come in.

It was just the two of us now, and everything else felt far away.

Gerard didn’t waste any time. He took a step forward, his hands gently gripping my shoulders, his eyes never leaving mine. His breath was shallow, his usual calm demeanor slipping for just a moment.

- You know that there’s no turning back now, right? - He warned. 

As I felt his teeth sinking on my neck, his warm breath reached my skin seconds before the sharp pain took over me. I instinctively placed my hands on his hips.

My gasp turned into a moan when I felt my blood leaving my veins. His soft lips sent shivers down my spine, that bite felt almost like a kiss, and I melted into it. 

His hand on my shoulder while the other was firmly placed in my waist. The faint scent of cigarettes clinging to his hair made my head spin. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed for a moment.

He was obviously taking his time, the warmth of his body pressing into mine. His thigh brushed against me, and before I realized it, heat was pooling low in my stomach, an unmistakable ache growing between my legs. 

He was too close, and didn’t take too long for me to feel his hardness pressed against my thigh.

With trembling hands, still  feeling he sucking the warmth of my body, I reached the waistband of his jeans, moving my fingers to unbutton them. Soon, I touched him above his boxers, and received a groan in response, his mouth still on my neck. 

I could feel my own blood dripping down my neck and reaching my shirt, leaving a stain on my shirt.

As I pulled down his boxers just enough to reach his cock, I heard a low moan escaping from his lips, it was enough for me to know that he wanted me to keep going. 

I wanted to hate the situation, I wanted to not claim to give myself to him, but I couldn't. My hand took his length and he groaned softly, his lips still against my neck, his teeth stuck on my skin. 

I couldn’t stop myself, I wanted to hear him make that noise again.

My grip tightened, and I began to move my hand slowly, testing his reaction. His hips shifted forward, chasing the friction, his breath hitching against my skin.

The world around me blurred, the only thing grounding me was him, his heat, his weight, the soft, desperate sounds he made as I touched him.

I felt his teeth leave my neck, but before I could fully process the loss, his tongue followed, warm and deliberate. He licked up the blood, but instead of cleaning it, he smeared it across my jawline. The wet warmth of it sent a thrill through me, and my legs almost buckled when he kissed the trail he’d made.

His hands tightened on my waist, his nails digging into my skin. His sharp fangs scratched along my jaw, deliberate and teasing, as he pressed soft kisses there.

Then he reached my ear, his breath hot and uneven as he spoke.

- You wanted this for too long, didn't you? - he murmured, his voice a mix of amusement and hunger.

Heat flooded my face, shame and desire tangling in my chest. I wanted to deny it, but I couldn’t form the words. Instead, I moved my hand more firmly, drawing another groan from him.

- Keep going, - he whispered, his voice a rasp against my skin. - If you stop, I’ll drink every single drop of blood off your fucking body.

I shivered at his command, my body responding before my mind could catch up. Every part of him, his voice, his touch, the way he tasted me, made it impossible to resist. And deep down, I didn’t want to.

He took a moment to catch his breath, his chest rising and falling as he leaned in to capture my lips. I hadn’t realized how much I wanted it, needed it, until he did. The metallic tang of my own blood lingered on his tongue, blending with the heat of the kiss as our mouths moved together, deliberate and unhurried, but full of something I couldn’t name

Before I could even process the moment, Gerard pushed me back onto the bed behind us, pinning me there with a firm grip on my hips. His weight pressed into me, grounding me, and I could feel the tension in his body as his mouth found mine again. There was no hesitation this time, only raw hunger, as his lips claimed mine, his fingers digging into my skin like he was afraid I’d disappear.

I couldn’t even process his words, and his hands reached to the hem  of my shirt, and I adjusted my position to help him take that off. Once it was off, he stepped back to admire my body, which still had a trail of blood running to my stomach. His eyes darkened and I felt the hungry on them. 

- So pretty - He muttered under his breath. sanding a shiver down my spine.

He approached me, removing his shirt too. His pale body, even if he wasn’t worked out, was driving me insane and I didn’t know I could get even harder than I already was. He was chubby but in the most sexy way possible… When he got close enough for me to reach for him, my hands moved to remove his pants, which were already unbuttoned. But then his lips shocked mine.  

- Eager, aren’t you? - His voice was low, teasing, the words vibrating against my lips.

I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. My pulse was pounding too loudly in my ears.

- Cat got your tongue? - he whispered, his fingers digging into my skin just enough to make me shiver. - You were so vocal earlier… What happened?

I swallowed hard, feeling my face flush as I tried to form words. 

- I just-

He laughed softly, cutting me off as his lips brushed against the corner of my mouth.

- Relax, - he murmured, his voice smooth but commanding. - We’re just getting started.

He didn’t give me time to respond. His hands moved lower, skimming over my waist and pulling me closer until our bodies were flush. The coolness of his skin sent a shock through me, a stark contrast to the heat pooling in my body.

- You’ve been begging for this,- he murmured against my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine. - Let me hear it.

I swallowed, my voice coming out hoarse.

- I want you. Please.

That was all it took. His lips crashed into mine, fierce and demanding, and I felt his hand move down my chest, tracing the trail of blood that still lingered there. His touch was both gentle and possessive, like he was savoring every inch of me.

His body pressed me further into the mattress, and I let out a soft gasp when his thigh slid between mine, applying just enough pressure to make me arch into him. He smirked against my lips, clearly reveling in my reaction.

- You’re mine tonight,- he growled, his voice low and full of promise. - But you’ll have to keep up.

Without warning, his hands hooked under my thighs, pulling me further up the bed. His strength caught me off guard, and I could feel the primal hunger in the way he touched me… like he was holding himself back, barely.

Then, faster than I realized, his hands traced a line to the waistband of my pants and boxers, removing them at the same time, revealing my hardness. 

A malicious smirk appeared on his face, and he leaned over me again, kissing my neck and taking a loud moan from my lips. 

Gerard backed off a bit, enough for removing his own clothes, since i was laid on the bed, too dazed to make any move, i just could watch and admire his pretty body. Damn he was bigger than I was expecting.

- Are you sure you can handle it? - A mischievous grin formed in his lips and his voice was teasing.

Honestly? I wasn’t sure, but, fuck, how i wanted. I nodded desperately.

- Y-yeah… - I manage to say - I can.

- Let's test the theory…

With an abrupt move he turned me around, he was so strong. He pressed me against the mattress and the pain on my erection was so pleasant… I whimper, feeling his body leaning on mine. His hand in my back, pressing me even further.

- Are you gonna be a good boy and be all fours for me? - I heard the smile on his face, his voice low, and I shivered under his touch.

My body trembled under his touch, my heart racing. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, but I needed him to keep going.

I hesitated for a moment, but the weight of Gerard pressing down on me left me no room to think. My body was already responding to him, aching for more.

- Come on, be a good boy… - Gerard’s voice was an almost seductive whisper, sending a shiver through me. The tone, though commanding, was laced with that playful tease that made everything he said feel like a challenge.

I barely had a second to process what was happening before I found myself on my hands and knees, Gerard’s hands guiding me into position. His breath was hot against the back of my neck, his fangs screeching my skin, and the way he loomed over me made my entire body pulse with want. He wasn’t gentle, his touch was insistent, like he was claiming every inch of me.

- That’s it, just like that… - His words were barely a rasp, but they dripped with anticipation. I could feel the heat radiating off of him as he settled behind me, the sound of his breathing just as ragged as mine.

I was still trying to gather my bearings when I felt the press of his cock against me, hot and heavy. It was almost too much, the way my body instinctively arched back toward him, desperate for more. My heartbeat thudded in my ears, and I couldn’t think straight anymore.

- You’re so fucking ready for this, aren’t you? - Gerard’s voice came low and dark, his hands gripping my hips tighter as he positioned himself. - I knew you wanted this.

I didn’t trust myself to speak, but the way my body reacted was all the answer he needed. I nodded, desperate for him to take me, to claim me completely. I could feel my pulse quicken as I felt the head of his cock push against me, and the sensation was so fucking overwhelming I thought I might lose my mind.

Gerard’s grip tightened, and with a forceful thrust, he entered me, the stretch and burn overwhelming but welcome. I gasped, my body instantly reacting, tightening around him as he filled me. It was rough, fast, and completely consuming, just as I had imagined it would be.

His voice, strained and full of hunger, reached my ears again. 

- You feel so good… so fucking tight around me - He punctuated his words with another harsh thrust, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room.

He moved himself and I couldn't hold back the noisings coming out of my mouth, he wasn’t too silent too, he groaned with every thrust. I felt my body tensing, my pulse pounding, and it was almost as if the blood inside me was thumping in time with the rhythm of his thrusts. His words, his hands on my body, his grip tightening… everything about him was claiming me, making me feel like I was his. And with one final, deep thrust, I felt like I was about to explode.

The world shifted as he came inside me. Fuck, I was his.

The force of it sent a shockwave through my body. My own release followed almost instantly, the sensation blurring the line between pleasure and something darker. I couldn't think straight, couldn’t remember what was mine and what was his anymore.

When it was over, I felt like I had been shattered into a thousand pieces, but still, there was this lingering ache, an ache that wasn’t just from the intensity of what just happened but something deeper, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

Gerard pulled out slowly, his breath heavy, his body still vibrating from the pleasure. He didn’t say anything at first, just leaned down to kiss me gently, his lips soft against my blood-slick skin.

- Gerard… - I said, breathless

- yeah? - He looked exhausted, but he raised his eyebrow with his teasing smile.

- Feel free to feed from me whenever you want. - I wasn’t joking… but I couldn't say how serious I was.

I rested my head on his shoulder.

- Bet on it. 

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~ So... That's it! hope u like it! <3

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[haveihitanerve]

Guess who!! Yes I'm back, tis been a while

A video of Bruce singing gets leaked and his kids find out he's an amazing singer, and now they won't stop pestering him to sing for them

okayyyyy- see i am one of the firm believers that Bruce will sing only for his kids- so Dick was raised on Bruce singing him to sleep, sometimes on patrol when Dick would burst into song, Bruce joins in and harmonizes, all of his kids have been serenaded by him, either for bed or like hospital visit or just because bruce sings at home sometimes/while hes working... but i do likey-

It wasn't even something that he had done on purpose. It was just natural, sometimes, to sing. He would hear a good song on the radio and hum along. Play music while working a case. He didn't make it obvious he could sing- cough cough dick cough

But Selina. She had an obsession with it. Trying to catch him singing. Trying to record it.

"You're so good!!!" She would gush when he cut off whenever he spotted her recording. Bruce would shake his head. Wave her off.

But she must have caught him at some point. Because now there was a video. Bruce bit his lip to stop his scream as the late night host showed it off. This would not end well for him.

"Yo! Guys! Get in here!" Tim bellowed through Wayne Manor. He was already on the phone with Barbara and Dick, and they were heading to their apartment as fast as possible to watch.

"What's up?" Jason asked, entering the den where Tim was sitting on the couch.

Tim gestured to the TV. "B's on." Jason rolled his eyes, but flopped onto the couch next to his brother. Tim was the only one who consistently watched every Bruce interview. A habit that never died from his obsessive stalker observant stage before Robin, and now was even more prominent as he was actually connected to Bruce. Wanted to check he wasn't getting asked stupid questions.

Jason snickered as he spotted his brothers laptop open to the hosts persona information. Any wrong move, and Tim would destroy him for Bruce.

"Why did you call Drake?" Damian sniffed, entering the den with Cass. Tim shushed him, pointing to the screen.

"Just watch- I went back." There was a scream as Steph fell from the window, breaking in as always. She straightened, landing with the ease of someone who had trained with both the Batman and Catwoman, and hurried over.

"Did you see it?" She gasped excitedly, taking a seat next to Tim.

"I'm showing them." He hushed her hurriedly. Intrigued, the others took their seats, Duke strolling in last. He cranked the volume up higher and they leaned forward, eager.

"Now, recently, a particular video has taken Gotham by storm," The host was saying. Jason cocked his head, tugging his phone from his pocket to search for said video.

"Just wait." Tim coaxed, hands rubbing together like an insane man.

"We're watching." Barbara mumbled through the phone.

"Oh dear, I do hope it's not that one." Bruce was saying, chuckling, fake nervousness and smile on his face. The host laughed along, waving his hand to gesture the video play.

Jason choked on his tea and Steph's fingers dug half moons into Tim's arm as she watched with baited breath.

The video was of Bruce, in the manor, light instrumental music playing in the background. The video quality left something to be desired, crouched behind the couch, blurry, and audio a bit scratchy, but it was undoubtedly him.

"Am I blue? Am IIII Blue? Ain't these tears in these eyes-" The video ended abruptly, most likely because the recorder had been caught, but the damage had been done. Bruce looked near the tears he had been singing about.

Steph's grin was blinding. Dick's cackle erupted through the speaker of Tim's phone. A slow smile spread across Jason's face. "Oh this is going to be fun." Damian murmured.

"Damn it!" Jason cursed as his foot connected with the table.

"Language." Bruce immediately responded, more impulse than actual chiding.

"Yeah yeah." Jason grumbled. "Sorry. It's just... I've been a bit blue lately. Can't think straight."

He hurried out of the room before Bruce could see his grin. Bruce, on the other hand, was gripping his spoon tightly.

"Man," Dick complained, scrubbing at his eyes underneath his mask. Bruce frowned at him from the nearby roof, leaning closer.

"You okay?" He rumbled, reaching for a tissue or something to offer his son. Dick waved him off, dabbing at his eye with his gloves.

"Yeah- I'm fine. There's just something in my eyes. Probably tears." He winked, falling backwards off the roof. Bruce's jaw cracked from the force with which he was clenching it.

"Fu-" Steph grunted as she slammed into the floor, hands reacting too late to protect the hard landing.

Batman landed a step behind, hands moving immediately under her arms to lift her. "'m fine." She grumbled, wincing as she attempted to put weight on her left foot.

"Clearly." Bruce agreed, wrapping an arm more firmly around her waist to take most of her weight.

"B!!" She whined, but let him take it. "I can walk." She muttered. Bruce huffed a laugh, herding them both back into the cave.

"Of course you can. Think of me as a cane." That got a laugh from Steph, even as she let out a yelp as he let go to grab some gauze. "Sorry," Bruce murmured, helping her onto the med table. She waved him off, letting him prop it up and feel around.

"Sprained. Should be fine in a few days." He started to wrap it and Steph let herself recline, letting out a heavy breath as his fingers brushed a little too hard against her ankle. "Sorry." He mumbled again, but she just nodded back.

"You gonna be okay?" Bruce asked, helping her sit up. "Your room is still set up. It won't ever not be. You're staying here tonight, at least." Steph nodded her agreement, not willing to fight over it. Besides, she wanted to stay needed to torment him.

"You know what would really make me feel better?" She asked as he carried her up the stairs after they had changed back into civvies.

Bruce raised an eyebrow. "What?" His voice was flat, suspicious.

Steph smiled sweetly, wrapping her arms around his neck so he couldn't drop her and escape. "If you sang for me."

Bruce groaned, and as suspected, his arms relaxed marginally, prepared to drop her and make a run for it, though of course he didn't actually let her go. Steph grinned.

"Its really your fault," She pointed out. "If you had just told us-"

"I never kept it a secret." he grumbled, bringing her into the den, where, as planned, the rest of the kids sat. Dick smiled at his father, accepting Steph from his arms and setting her down next to Tim. He smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and tugging her closer.

Jason cleared his throat, holding up a microphone from Dick's twelfth birthday. No one said a word, just blinked expectantly at him.

Bruce sighed. They'd all gotten those damned puppy eyes from Dick, he was sure of it. As if to confirm, his eldest batted his eyelashes extra, and Damian even rubbed his eyes, sticking out his bottom lip. Unfortunately, being aware of the source did not lessen its effects in the slightest.

He snatched the mic from Jason, cleared his throat, and began.

@jellynber

[heartsandhischier]

stranger

luke hughes x reader

summary - 1k words. In an attempt to unwind during the All Star break, Luke finds himself captivated by a stranger in the club inspired by the song: strangers - jay hayden

author's note - I've been kind of obsessed with writing about Luke lately, I have tons of drafts I've already written... lol

warnings - mentions of alcohol

The club pulsated with energy, a kaleidoscope of lights and thumping bass. the sparkling lights casting an ethereal glow over the dance floor where bodies writhed and moved in perfect synchrony with the music. All in contrast with the hockey player's introspective mood as he tries to unwind during the All Star break. Amidst the vibrant nightlife of New York City, Luke and some of his teammates sought solace from the usual grind of early morning practices and back-to-back matches. Yet, the unfamiliar surroundings left Luke feeling out of place, longing for the familiar embrace of the ice beneath his skates.

His teammates were a blur of motion and laughter, their voices blending together in a cacophony of excitement as they raised their glasses in toast after toast. They were in their element, basking in the freedom of the moment, but for Luke, the scene felt foreign.

He longed for the familiar comfort of the ice rink, where the rules were clear, and his place in the world was defined by the swift glide of his skates. But here, in this crowded club, he felt adrift, his confidence waning with each passing moment.

Trays of drinks arrived at their table with alarming frequency, each one greeted with cheers and whoops of delight from his teammates. Luke tried to join in, tried to lose himself in the rhythm of the music, but it was no use. Without his stick and skates, he felt like a stranger in his own skin, disconnected from the world around him.

His eyes scanned the throng of dancers, searching for something – anything – to distract him from his growing sense of unease. That’s when he spotted her. A vision of confidence and allure amidst the chaos, she moved with a grace that mesmerized him. Clad in a sleek black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, she seemed to command the attention of everyone around her. She was dancing, moving her body without a worry, the music seemed to dance around her rather than the other way around. 

Luke felt his breath catch in his throat as he watched her, his heart pounding in his chest with a rhythm that matched the pulsating beat of the music. His teammates noticed his fixation and wasted no time chirping him mercilessly, their laughter ringing in his ears like a taunting melody.

“Hey Luke, what’s got you all hot and bothered over there?” Dawson jeered, nudging him with a playful smirk.

“Yo Luke, check out that hottie on the dance floor! You gonna make a move or what?” Alexander chimed in pointing towards the woman swaying her hips in the middle of the crowd.

Dawson again, playfully nudged Luke with his elbow, “Yeah man, you’ve practically drooling at the sight of her. Time to put on your big boy pants and go talk to her.”

Alexander chuckled at his comment as he made his way towards them from across the table, drink in hand. “Come on, Luke, what’s the worst that could happen? She turns you down? At least you’ll have a good story to tell.” 

Their encouragement spurred Luke on, with each passing moment, his confidence grew. Finally, Luke built up the courage to push himself out of his spot, he took a hold of his drink downing it in one big sip as a form of liquid courage, before making his way towards the confident stranger.

As he approached the captivating stranger, his palms grew sweaty, his nerves threatening to get the best of him. But then she turned to face him, her eyes meeting with a playing glint, and suddenly everything else faded away.

“Excuse me,” he said, his voice barely audible above the music. “Mind if I join you?”

The stranger's smile widened as he looked him up and down, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment before she spoke.

“Depends,” she replied, her voice teasing. “Can you keep up?”

Luke felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he met her mischievous gaze, every nerve in his body suddenly nowhere to be found as a sense of determination washed over him.

“Only one way to find out,” he said, returning her smile with a confidence he didn’t know he possessed.

She playfully smirked as her hands snaked up his chest sending shivers down his spine. She took a hold of his arms gently but confidently placing them on her hips, before resting her own around his neck. Lost in the rhythm of the dance, the world around them seemed to blur into insignificance. With each sway of the hips pulling them closer and closer together. The energy of the club, the throb of the music, all of it paled in comparison to the current crackling through the small space that separated them. 

Then, as if drawn by a force greater than either could resist, they found themselves closer still, the tension between them sparking with the promise of something more. It was in this charged atmosphere that Luke, emboldened by the moment and the undeniable connection he felt with her, made his move. Their eyes locked, a silent agreement of lust passing between them, and then their lips met in a kiss that sent shockwaves through them both.

The kiss was electric, a fusion of longing and passion that seemed to stop time itself. Around them, the music and the crowd faded into a distant hum, the only reality that mattered was the feel of her lips on his, the taste of her, the way she seemed to melt into him as if she belonged there. It was a moment of pure exhilaration, a confirmation of the attraction that had been simmering between them from the moment they'd locked eyes.

But as quickly as the moment came, it was torn away. The stranger was suddenly pulled back into the sea of dancers, a playful wink her only goodbye before she disappeared into the crowd, leaving Luke amidst the pulsating lights and music, his heart racing and his lips still tingling from their kiss.

The abrupt end to their connection left Luke reeling, a mix of euphoria and confusion swirling within him. The kiss had been real, the sparks undeniable. Yet now, as he stood alone on the dance floor, her absence felt like a sudden chill, the warmth of their encounter a memory that left him yearning for more.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hi! I want to know your head canons on SLANG! What sort of things to wizards say to sound cool or evoke thoughts or feelings? What sayings might they have? Do we maybe have any in common with them?

We know that “to have a hairy heart” means to be aloof or cold. (Fm Tales of Beedle the Bard)

I once read a very compelling headcanon that Americans would never use no-maj (for non-magical) as a term cuz they like to shorten things so much, and so American wizfolk would use either ‘noma’ or ‘nomie’. As an American I agree tbh.

I hc that the Hogwarts motto “Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus” [never tickle a sleeping dragon] to be a kind of slang for “don’t do that”.

Like, your friend is getting ready to sneak out of her dorm to go see a guy even though she knows Peeves has been feisty lately. “….Draco dormiens, Molly,” you whisper as she sneaks out the door.

Yeah! Any thoughts?

I love this, and I definitely think there are wizard versions for some common phrases we have (and we actually see some in the books). In my fic I try to add magical variations of phrases to make the world feel more real.

I'd say which shortened version of no-maj would be said would depend on where in the US the wizard is from. I imagine some areas would say "noma" some would say "nomie" and I'm sure there would be other variants. I think it'll just really depend on location.

But most of the idioms and slang I have headcanons for are for the UK.

Some examples I've written into my fic:

Hit him like a bludger - would mean having a strong emotional reaction, like "hit like a ton of bricks"

You look like a dementor’s got you - generally to mean one looks upset or down.

Eating away at his brian like the Fwooper’s song - to mean something is occupying your thoughts, but like, to obsessive levels.

I also like the idea of:

"Confunded" - being used as the word "befuddled"

"Demiguise" - used to the same as calling someone a wallflower, since they become invisible.

"Keep the egg under the toad" - references the process of breeding a basilisk, which is illegal. Means to keep something quite or on the downlow.

"Are you yanking my wand?" - used like saying "are you joking me?" and is an extension of the saying "yanking your wand" that appears in Deathly Hallows.

"Polishing your wand" - is a real thing Cedric and other wizards apparently do, but I am convinced it also refers to jerking off.

"Until the Jobberknoll sings" - kinda like "it isn't over until the fat lady sings", since a Jobberknoll only sings on the moment it dies.

Similarly, saying "Joberknoll song" instead of "Swan song"

"Swearing like a Jarvey" - Like "Swearing like a sailor" since Jarveys are known for being rude and swear a lot.

I have a few more I wrote/thought of, but these are some off the top of my head.

There is also this wiki page that has a list of wizard idioms used in Harry Potter and it's extra semi-canon content (like the video games and pottermore). I don't consider all of this list canon, but there are some I like there, like:

Breed like gnomes (From DH) - meaning breed like rabbits and said by Muriel about the Weasleys

Different kettle of Grindylows (from Hogwarts Legacy) - like saying "different kettle of fish" or "another can of worms"

Dodged a bludger - like "dodged a bullet"

Don't count your owls before they are delivered (from HBP) - like "don't count your chickens before they hatch"

The fire's lit, but the cauldron's empty (from DH) - like "the lights are on, but nobody's home"

I could eat a Hippogriff (from GoF) - like "I could eat a horse"

I'll take Cadogan's pony (from pottermore) - roughly means to make the best of a bad situation

Knockturn Alley's litter epidemic (from GoF) - means something obvious/boring

Yanking your wand (from DH) - means to joke around.

Anyone who has more of these wizard common phrases headcanons, feel free to add more!

[lochallthedoors]

Noel Versus the Council Skies Tracklist

Context: If you pick just one interview of Noel's to read/listen to from the Council Skies promo run, chances are that interview will feature Noel complaining that he fucked up the tracklist--that he now believes "Think of a Number" should have been first and "I'm Not Giving Up Tonight" should have gone last.

I find his obsession with the album's messaging kind of fascinating in the context of whatever led up to the Oasis reunion, so I thought I'd put together a masterlist of interview excerpts where he explains why he made the choice he did and why he wishes he could go back and get a do-over.

I have thoughts but they're very rambly so they're going in the tags. The focus should be on the transcripts here anyway.

NME Interview Posted 3 June 2023

Noel: "Think of a Number," yeah, it's got a Bowie feel to it. If I had my chance--if I had my time again, I would have had that as the opening track on the album. I've kind of--yeah, that's--that's--I mean, every album that I make, anyway, tends to be flawed in some way, and this is almost perfect, but that's the biggest flaw, is that the opening track, "I'm Not Giving Up Tonight," should be the closing track, and "Think of a Number" should be the opening track. But I didn't think "Think of a Number" was strong enough until it was too late. You know, and, uh, yeah--what a dick. But there you go--I'm allowed to be a dick when it's my own music, so. later in the interview Interviewer: I mean, you talked about how, uh, Council Skies was about you asking "how did we get here, and how did I get here?"--as in you, not me. I know how I got here. Um, did you find any answers? Noel: (pause) No, I think--I think the last line of, um, "Think of a Number," although--although it should be the first track on the album, I think the last line of it is perfect for an ending of an album, which is--is--it's like, "let's drink to the future / I hope it comes round again." Did I find any answers? No, but I will--no, I will find them, though.

Radio X Interview Posted 8 June 2023

On "I'm Not Giving Up Tonight" Noel: The biggest or the most interesting thing, or what I find interesting is I--this should be the closing track on the album because it ends with a lot of hope, you know I mean? "I'm not giving up tonight" and all that. And I, for some reason--the track that closes the album, we'll get to that obviously at the end, but, um, I didn't feel the track that closes the album was strong enough to open a record with. It's a big, epic kind of affair, and I thought that would be a bit obvious. And, uh, I thought "I'm Not Giving Up Tonight" would be a great way to ease into a new record. If I could go back now, I'd--I'd have it closing--closing the record, but it was too late to change my mind. But, um, I do like that song. It's, uh--it's, uh--yeah, it's got a great vibe that's slightly reminiscent of Buffalo Springfield, and, uh, Gem plays a great guitar part on it. And, uh, yeah, I mean, it's--I don't know. Kennedy: Yeah, yeah, no, it's interesting. I mean, it's got the strings on it, it's got the horns on it, and there's a little bit of the gospel choir, and-- Noel: Yeah-- Kennedy: Those are all elements that are through the record. Noel: But I guess the sentiment of it is a song of defiance, you know? "I'm not giving up tonight," and that, you know, obviously writing these things in--in lockdown there was a bit--there was a bit of that in--in a lot of the songs. But, yeah, it's a grand--it kind of sets it up perfectly because it's a--it's a grand kind of opening, but it's a bit laidback as well. On "Think of a Number" Noel: I love the song. Now--and it's me playing the guitar, so it's really epic, and, so, as mad as this sounds, I didn't think that song was strong enough to open a record with. I liked it, right? And I did, and--and something inside of me hung in there with it, and--I don't like closing records on a negative kind of, uh, almost, um, what's the word I'm looking for--uh, pessimistic kind of, um, feel to it. The last line is, you know, "let's drink to the future, I hope it comes around again"--that really should have been the opening track on the album and finished with "I'm Not Giving Up Tonight," you know? That would have been the journey through the lockdown and isolation and all that. But as that song went on, I was like, you know, just didn't feel it was strong enough. I thought it was just a bit standard High Flying Birds rock kind of tune. Obviously, when we finished--when I finished it and mastered it, the penny dropped one night at home, and I was like "Oh, God," you know. And then you do the frantic "Can we change it?" and it was like, "No, we pressed up now. What are you doing?" Um, so it really should have been the opening track, but I love the lyrics on it, and they paint a really pessimistic picture of the future, which is what I was feeling at the time. And, yeah, there's some great--the lyrics are really visual, and, um, yeah, it's--I mean, it's an epic rock tune, and it's--it's got the full production and, yeah, really great.

XS Manchester Drive Posted 9 June 2023

Note: For the clip of Clint calling out Noel's pause, see definitely-rubbish's post here

Noel: Let's do a track called "Think of a Number." Clint: "Think of a Number"--now, this is the--it's the actual last track on the album, innit? Not including the bonus track? Noel: Mm-hmm. Yeah. Clint: When I heard this--and I made some notes--some of the--"Let's drink to the future / I hope it all comes 'round again." It sounds like you reaching out to somebody. Noel: Well, uh-- [Long pause] Clint: That was a brilliant pause! Noel: I could never-- Clint: That pause was amazing. It's gonna sound great on the radio, that! Noel: I could never decide if that track should have been the opening track or the closing track. And if I had my time again, I'd have it as the opening track, because the track that is the opening track, "I'm Not Giving Up Tonight," would end the album on a real--"I'm not giving up tonight"--a kind of sense of hope. But with this song, right up until the death--I never thought it was strong enough to open a record. I thought people would go, "You know, okay, well, I was expecting that from him." And--yeah, I kind of bottled it a little bit and put it as the closing track, which ends on a really bleak note, you know? Uh, but there you go. You know, you live and learn.

SoCal Sound Interview Recorded June 9, 2023

Harcourt: The opening track is "I'm Not Giving Up Tonight," and, I mean, that's full-on. Noel: Mm-hmm. Harcourt: There's bells, there's whistles-- Noel: Oh, yeah. Harcourt: It's--it's the whole thing. Noel: Yeah. Harcourt: Uh, is that at the beginning of the album for a reason? I mean, it sort of seems to set an intention. Noel: Yeah, I should have actually had it as the closing track. I think--I think there would have been a--well, so, the--the closing track is a track called "Think of a Number," and, actually, the entire track listing was set in stone very, very early, apart from these two tracks, and I kept flipping them, just to listen to at home, and I kept flipping them, and I--ludicrously, I actually thought "Think of a Number" wasn't strong enough to open a record, and I thought people would be expecting a big, kind of--and, actually, in hindsight, I should have had that as the opening track, because it would have meant the album would end on a more positive note, whereas it ends on a bit of a bleak note. Harcourt: Mm. Noel: But that's the one change I would make. Um, but, no, it's ["I'm Not Giving Up Tonight"] not there for any specific reason other than I felt like, for this--you know, my albums always open up with something huge, and I thought for this one, maybe something a bit more understated, um. But it's a fucking great song. Harcourt: It is a great song. Noel: Yeah, it's a great song. Harcourt: Yeah. Noel: The way that it--the way that it came out sounding is amazing. Yeah.

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RANDOM SONG LYRICS 002. as shuffled on my phone. change wording as desired, etc.

i know that i like to let excess succeed.

i just need you in that fur coat with only my necklace on underneath.

i don't care why this apartment's always cold.

it'll never swallow me whole.

we could be gigantic.

this could be worth the risk.

this could be the drug that doesn't bite.

just give me a try.

been kind of hoping you might.

sometimes i lose the plot and i cause a scene.

i'm shaving with your toothpaste.

i'm trying to vacuum from the ceiling.

the millisecond that you're away, i get the loneliest feeling.

preach about your problems on the medium that caused them.

i always wanted something more.

give me that feeling.

we take the low to get the high.

i'll give you yours, give me mine.

reach for all that's golden.

when you try to hold it, it slips away.

teach me how to find it.

you drive me crazier than a wingless bee.

you drive me crazier than i want to be.

put your best dress on.

i'm going out but i'm not coming back.

i think i quite like this tune.

i don't know where i fit anymore.

you'd never not be happy with a new sugar daddy.

i wish i had wished upon a star.

i'm thinking about it all wrong now.

everything i enjoy becomes an obsession until i'm destroyed.

do i have to say it out loud?

most things solve themselves.

it's gonna be fun until it's not.

are you gonna screw my head up as much as i've been told?

yeah, you're pretty weird.

thanks for a wonderful evening.

i've never got so many texts as i did from you that night.

can we go there anyway?

is it such a big waste of time?

my life is changing every day.

i know i felt like this before.

i'm feeling it even more.

i want more.

you have my heart, so don't hurt me.

you're everything to me.

don't you call him baby.

we're not talking lately.

don't you call him what you used to call me.

i can tell that you are at your best.

take it as a compliment.

this is the first day of my life.

yours was the first face i saw.

i think i was blind before i met you.

i don't know where i am.

i realized that i need you.

i'm glad i didn't die before i met you.

i could go anywhere with you and i'd probably be happy.

i'm the one who takes you there.

i'm your only friend now.

i'm your pain when you can't feel.

you know it's sad but true.

do my dirty work.

you're the one who's shamed.

i'm your hate when you love.

we're going all the way.

tonight, lightning strikes.

let's go into twilight.

first time i saw you, i had the fever.

you asked me out on many dates.

you men must really love the chase.

i'm going to let you have it like you've never had before.

i blew things out of proportion.

i put you in jail for something you didn't do.

i thought i had reason to attack.

fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves.

why'd i have to break what i love so much?

i'm to blame.

i'm the one who burned us down.

sorry that i hurt you.

it's so excruciating to see you low.

this love is worth the fight.

tell me that you're still mine.

tell me that we'll be just fine.

tell me that i'm all you want.