#grace succs

[bpdsiriusblack]

shiv and tom had such a small moment. a small touch. he starts to cry and she just gives him a small kindness. a small touch. not physical. just a touch. "youre exhausted. go back to the apartment. sleep" "everyone knows me at the hotel and i hate them" that one sentence. that One moment. he sounded so small. so defeated. and instead of continuing the abuse she let him sleep in their own apartment. she realized just how broken down he is. and instead of continuing to kick she gave him something to hold onto. not a lifeboat. but at least a floaty.

that moment was stronger than most romances on tv. that moment was gorgeous and ugly and perfect.

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

Tysm @hereforthelizardsex !🦎 I think I got tagged in one of these once & I lost it so tysm for thinkin’ of me lol

3 ships: For ones I’ve written/am writing fic for;

1st: Succession— tomgreg (they are so broken <3)

2nd: Good Omens— ineffable husbands (they are broken in a different special awful way!)

(Shameless Ao3 plug)

3rd: Tie between Grace & Frankie— Grace x Frankie (do they have a ship name?,) Homura x Madoka (they’re kids tho so I don’t really ‘ship’ it, I just love their angst)

First ever ship:

Aside from having IRL friends on here now (lmao outed help,) this was a teeeeeny tiny ship, but I shipped the nerds from Drake and Josh (Craig and Eric) because they were clearly gay coded in the show and I liked the angst.

Only one other person wrote fic at the time; I thought she was so wise ‘cause I was 13 and she was 16 lol. AyanamiEraclea, wherever you are, I remember you…

(Cringe review help lmao)

Also book! Johnlock pre-BBC show; didn’t think it made sense in the show but I liked it book-canon (one of my fav fics of all time <3

Last song: Ventura Highway— America <3

Last movie: EVE OF DESTRUCTION which is simultaneously one of the worst and most bizarrely entertaining movies of all time (on tape, of course)

Currently reading: Absolutely nothing because I’m awful! Maybe I’ll read Brideshead Revisited again idk (oh and I ship Charles/Sebastian/Julia because I'm a bisexual mess lol)

Currently watching: Our Flag Means Death <3 (cannot wait to start shipping them hard af lol)

Currently consuming: Kratom! (it may be bad for me)

Currently craving: Just for everything to stop being so….. aaaaaaaa *Crowley screaming pic here*

9 people! (jk 12 b/c i couldn’t choose)

If you’ve done this before/tagged me once sorry lol & not all y’all are mutuals but anywayz, @fantasticskystuff , @missoneminute , @cordeliaflyte , @aspiringasparagus , @ingravinoveritas , @dumbbitchawards , @blueayame , @gregmarriage , @charitycase33 , @bluebeewings , @faggyangel , @neiltheyrehomosexuals✨

[bad-succulent-father]

These guys always behave well

[dawnssummers]

sorry i enjoy when characters have combination issues and trauma and lash out because of it this is about angel when he was liam and connor. like yeah be an angsty bitch you deserve it. though the repetition in liam's father kicking him out and angel doing the same to connor that hurt . different circumstances leading to the same place angel loves connor but can't be a father to him if connor doesn't want him to and also probably just feels like he doesn't know how to because he only ever seemed to disappoint his own and he already watched connor get taken from him and then connor for his part is left open to being manipulated and feeling increasingly alone and unloved. okay yeah that hurt

[old-knightsvow]

just watched ready or not. RLLY good movie i have lots of thoughts but mostly im just thinking abt the roys subjected to this

[37sommz-archive]

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✹.⠀⠀،،⠀ABOUT MICHAELA SOMMERS⠀⸻⠀australian-born formula one driver, michaela sommers is one of the most electrifying young racers to grace the sport. as the first female driver since lella lombardi, sommers has been smashing records and solidifying her impact on the sport since her debut in 2019. currently driving as the second seat for aston martin, michaela sommers has achieved a total of six race wins to accompany thirty-four podiums and sponsorships from louis vuitton, skims, and mattel.

✹.⠀⠀،،⠀ABOUT GUIDO MAROTTA⠀⸻⠀michaela's manager, guido marotta, has been a consistent face during the driver's upper-level career. guido took over for michaela's uncle, travis sommers, in 2016 before michaela's second season in formula two with prema racing. known as the "shadowy figure behind the rise of michaela sommers" marotta has been lauded for managing sommers' career. guido is recognized among the driver's fans as being the perfect match for her ambitions. more controversially, guido has publicly called out teams, drivers, and sponsors who have been less than fair to michaela for her gender and frequently clashes with the fia.

date of birth: february 02, 1976 hometown: venice, italy ethnicity: italian nationality: italian languages: italian, english height: 5'11" (181 cm) active since: 2016 faceclaim: raoul bova

✹.⠀⠀،،⠀ABOUT LUIZA MELO⠀⸻⠀michaela's trainer, luiza melo, is known for plenty outside of being part of the team. as a three-time olympic beach volleyball medalist, luiza knows a thing or two about the importance of health for a successful career. having been michaela's trainer since her move to mclaren in 2021, luiza immediately began working to increase the driver's stamina and strength, drawing praise for the noticeable difference in her performance. as an integral part of michaela's routine, luiza travels with the fellow australian to every race. the two have become extraordinarily close in recent years with luiza moving in just doors down from michaela's high-rise monaco apartment.

date of birth: january 14, 1990 hometown: adelaide, australia ethnicity: brazilian nationality: australian languages: english, portuguese height: 6'0" (182 cm) active since: 2021 faceclaim: lais ribeiro

✹.⠀⠀،،⠀ABOUT BEATA GASPARRO⠀⸻⠀michaela's press officer, beata gasparro, is her team's most visible member. forever glued to her side at every race weekend since joining michaela during her time at alfa romeo, beata has a reputation for being protective over the driver who she considers to be one of her own. sommers' impeccable media training is largely attributed to gasparro who has makes sure to keep her client in the spotlight all without giving away too much. if there is any question about beata's love for michaela, her instagram (full of pictures of the driver alongside beata's family) proves how preciously she holds the australian in her heart.

date of birth: november 27, 1965 hometown: genoa, italy ethnicity: italian nationality: italian languages: italian, english, spanish, french height: 5'9" (175 cm) active since: 2019 faceclaim: monica bellucci

✹.⠀⠀،،⠀ABOUT ISMAEL GANEM⠀⸻⠀michaela's race engineer, ismael ganem, is perhaps every fan's favorite member of her team. affectionately referred to as "izzie", the egyptian-british engineer was a driver in his own merit, having raced in both british formula and formula three before leaving to pursue education. ganem first worked with michaela during her successful formula three season. though both would leave the team at the end of the 2015 season, michaela to move to gp2 and ismael to join aston martin's engineering team, they would be reunited in 2023. famously, michaela claims ismael was the one to convince her manager, guido, to pursue a seat with aston martin after a series of fiery disputes with mclaren. the pairing of izzie and mickey has been exceptionally successful with ganem even joking he would follow sommers to whatever team she may move to in the future.

date of birth: may 22, 1971 hometown: london, england ethnicity: egyptian nationality: british languages: english, arabic height: 5'10" (178 cm) active since: 2015, 2023-present faceclaim: ahmed ezz

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[kentocalls]

jiraiya | breadcrumbs nsfw. it’s a situationship but the good kind, i wanted to thank @actuallysaiyan for writing all those prompts. also the gif 🥵

he groans, crosses out the line that’s lived for only three seconds, the words dancing around his eyes, mocking him. he’s the renown author of the Icha Icha series. he can write, move his audience with his captivating comedy and well timed eruptions of emotions. but this, this piece of work is draining everything from him.

his cup is empty, his snacks gone. tense and frustrated he snaps his pen across the room. he could find something, someone to help take his mind off of it all. except he’s causes enough of a racket, his mission isn’t an easy one and he’s not exactly kept low key about his presence. it’s going to mean more paperwork and an earful from superiors and writing was supposed to help. the editor would be less person to yell at him. alas. the night is not in his favor.

the village is silent, most folks already asleep. he can hear cats fighting if he really tried but even then, his stares at the blank wall ahead. a flash of the prettiest lips fills his mind and he aches.

his mind trails after the confident, youthful, smart shinobi who had his knees gracing the ground with a simple ask. he doesn't know how it started, doesn't care where it goes, wants more. maybe there's enough clues if he looks for them, maybe his favorite has graced him with kindness and left a morsel.

enough is enough, he’s leaving tomorrow. the change of pace necessary, he has to keep moving. because who he’s seeking isn’t here and the mission is at a dead end too. t

he wind offers another pause from his thoughts, tempation, cool against his skin gentle, inviting. he closes his eyes, takes half a second to let his body relax, half a second to imagine it’s not the wind’s gentle caress but wait! he didn’t open the window, he wouldn’t this late and—

there’s your scent and something medicinal permeating the room.

you’ve always been fast. confidnet. slipping into unsavory places with ease.

making the most excellent shinobi and his worst habit.

by the time he’s done looking at the window your seated on his desk, writing pad in arms as your eyes trace over the latest pagse written. you’ve always loved spoilers, itching to know what happens before everyone else.

it makes him feel smug, after all these are fresh words, something exclusive only he can offer. gods, he’s missed your face, notes swollen lips and tired eyes, ignores the scratches near your chin. what you both do is dangerous, tedious, necessary. he won't ask because you can't tell. still the thought, did you rush over immedidately after a succes?

eyes rake your beautiful form spilling over his work desk.

your uniform has seen better days but he’s so so so pleased to see exposed skin. your legs look so smooth, nevermind new scratches and old scares greeting him.

he’s staring, gawking like an inexperienced brat, it would be embarrassing, you’d tease him endlessly for it, however, you’re so engrossed in his writing. swaying your legs softly, they dangle freely off the desk, and yet managing to cage him in. his palms reach up, kisses at a small cut on your knee, large palms soothing, fondling, massaging your thighs. itching to admire.

you’re here.

skin is hot, face is a bit flushed though you’re hiding it behind a stoic expression, eyes stealing more and more words. it’s not that long of a chapter, he sighs and pulls you closer, face nuzzling into your stomach, you can feel his kisses through your uniform. needy.

he’s usually wordy, jokey, loud. leaves no space for the outside world when it’s just you two, but right now he’s being such a good boy. you wonder how long it’ll last, the fact he’s being gentle and slow with his movements is trippy. especially when you know how tough he is, have seen him snap men in half so casually. flaunts his reputation, his height, his fame like he’s breathing but right now? letting you read unreleased, unedited writing?

letting you sit on his precious desk, your scent will drive him mad when you’re gone in the morning. he doesn’t have to be nice, could’ve easily stopped you from slipping into his room. taken you against the wall, you wouldn’t have protested. except he didn’t, he’s being the most gracious host.

that’s the only reason one of your hands plays with his long locks, eyes pulling away from his writing pad when your fingers, inevitably, tangle. “hair’s gotten too long.”

“to match yours.” he muffles, before leaning back and looking up almost innocent. like his hands aren’t squeezing and molding and clawing at your thighs. like his mouth isn’t kissing lower and lower, as if he isn’t inhaling that sweet scent that’s evaded him for months now.

you hum, spreading your legs wider, tilting your hips a little higher, his hands know what to do, moving to the waistband of your bottoms, “why’s this one so serious?”

“if you read the other two you’d see why.” he grins, a lazy hand drawing circles from your bellybutton down to your clothed sex and your hand snaps to his wrist with such power. “i like my uniform, i need it clean.” your glare sends shivers down his spine, you’d be mean for him if he asked right?

“and where are the other two?” he doesn’t want you to move, he doesn’t want to spend time playing writer and editor. he much rather gather more field experience, engaging in physical activities has always been his forte, he’s a hands on learner afterall.

crumbles the second your hand is patting at his cheek, pulling his hair and crashing your lips to his. it’s greedy, messy, hungry. you’ve been pent up too. the missions come one after the other and you’re such a high rank, all those secrets and no where to bury them — who knows the weight of all the pain you cary better than one of the legendary sannin?

it’s why you seek him out, over and over again

he doesn’t ask for more, doesn’t push and always pulls you close.

“i wanna…” he nips at your lips, stop distracting him, moves his hands under your top and up, squeezing, groping, pulling, “need too, ah, read the other two first.”

“you’ve worked hard enough,” finally your legs wrap around his hips, he lifts you up so easily, grips the back of your neck firmly, earning a moan, oh you need him, “let me take care of you.”

laying under him, he’s extra careful peeling your clothing off, aware your previous warning still hangs true. you’d take a kunai to his arm if he dirties another uniform. in another setting, he'd like that very much. but he's barely containing his urges, forces hands to work with extra patience, despite his pressing need making itself known. makes a haste of kissing, licking, biting, bruising what can be hidden. for both your eyes only.

you’re so pretty for him.

he tries to pace himself, tries not to get caught up in spite of all his reasoning to go slow he’s a frantic mess. hands clasping with yours, using one arm to hold both your arms above your head, you comply so easily, mouth open and wanton and how the fuck is he going to do all the things he wants to do if he can’t stop kissing you?

a hand snacks down your chest, pinching, fingernails lightly scratching before reaching your core and the gasp you make; drives him insane, let him be a little mean, a little rough, the sounds he makes deepening your need further. his own hips canting against your thigh and sheets.

part of him still doesn’t believe you’re here. that you're not an illusion. that he doesn’t need to wreck his brain and imagine the sounds slipping freely from your lips, that he can take you in with all his senses. have you falling apart in all the ways he knows you adore.

“pretty pretty thing…” he’s sucking and biting on your neck, sliding another finger in and the sloshing sounds cause your cheeks to burn. you want more, hips bucking up on their own, you want so much more but he’s breaking a rule.

“no ma-marks, jiraiya, don’t—“ silencing you with a heated kis, hand frees your arms, one to squeeze at your neck; it’s just enough pressure, how you like it; brain almost turning almost mush. but he’s pulls back, grins wide with a third finger in you now. you’re so wet, sounds absolutely filthy.

“let’s ruin ourselves for anyone else, yeah?” and fuck, he can’t say shit like that when you’re like this, body clenching around him. call it lust, call it longing, call it satisfaction whatever he has you chasing is where you want to go. the softest kiss on lips and he starts to trail down, praises and naughty things whipsered into your skin.

editing his draft can wait.

that’s not why you snuck in anyways.

[izvmimi]

Izuku Midoriya is many things.

A hero inspiring a generation coming after him to do their best. The difference between safety and disarray on most days. A lover, a reluctant fighter, a good man to his bones. Your husband, your home, the father of your children.

But today, all he is managing to be is an oversized pain in your ass.

“Do not,” you warn through gritted teeth, scowling out of the corner of your eye while he reaches to tap at the side of the screen of your tablet. The page switches, loading to two pages back from where you were currently reading. “You’re skipping ahead of me. I can’t read that fast.”

You scoff, pulling the tablet away from him with one arm, stretching it further than he can currently reach without moving himself around beneath you. You’re resting in his lap, back pressed against his chest, soft kisses pressed to the top of your head periodically to remind you that he’s still behind you. And apparently also reading along with you, too.

“That’s not my problem. Go get yours and read on your own time.” You look behind you, brows furrowed but he smiles down at you. He’s never even the faintest glance short of looking head over heels for you, the same way he has looked at you since the moment he realized that pounding in his chest and sweat prickled palms were merely the first flutters of what would become a lifetime of unyielding devotion to the woman who completes him.

“But it’s so much more fun to read with you.” His chin comes down to rest atop your head, arms wrapped around your torso to hold you tightly against him. You tap the opposite side of the screen in front of you, going back to the page you were on. “If you change it again, I’m leaving and never coming back.”

Izuku chuckles, holding you tighter against his chest, the back of your head resting between his thin t-shirt clad pecs.

“And where would you go?”

You look up at him, brow raised. In all the time you’ve been together you’ve never earnestly made a back up plan knowing you’d neve really need one but if he wants to play, he forgot who his competition is. You purse your lips, setting the tablet aside, all but forgetting completely about the book you were so frustrated to be interrupted reading.

“Back home.”

He chuckles again, lifting his legs and planting his feet on the couch on either side of you to further cage you against his body. The size difference between the two of you always tends to be most apparent when you’re enveloped between large biceps and thighs, held like the most precious thing that has ever graced the planet and sometimes a lifeline. Thankfully this is not one of the lifeline times and he simply rocks you back and forth, thumbs gently massaging your hips through your yoga pants.

“Do you think I wouldn’t be able to find you there or something? Every pro there knows me and would be calling me before the day is over to let me know you’re good.” Your husband kisses your head again, squeezing you so tightly you groan playfully a little in response. “They’d probably charter a private jet just to send you home to me.”

Now this makes you giggle back, the line of your mouth curving into the beautiful smile he loves to see so much. You tilt your head all the way back and he looks down to meet your gaze, thumbs still moving in persistent circles.

“Maybe I’d find a new place to hide, somewhere far away from here.”

He leans in and kisses your forehead, your eyelids, your cheeks. Every inch of beautiful skin he can reach sitting like this, he kisses it, from scalp to the top of your ear. He is a pain in the ass, especially right now when he’s being too affectionate for you to successfully be annoyed by, but you wonder what he’s thinking when you see the faintest hint of the scrappy smile he used to get on his face when the two of you were younger.

“I’d find you there, too. The world would be too scared of who I’d become without you to let you stay away for long.”

This strikes you as an interesting thing to say. So much of his success is solely dependent on him, at least that’s what you think, but even global heroes know better. A happy, good hero comes from a happy home. Heroes here and abroad know that the Midoriya household is the gold standard of this rule of thumb, your husband always more than eager to discuss the way you seamlessly stitch his lives and identities together.

“You could go to the bottom of the sea and I’d still find you.” He half jokes, raising a brow at your twitching lips. “Space? I’d throw an astronaut out of the window and take his place.”

You laugh, shaking your head and attempting to get away from him. He pulls you to him tighter, kissing the crown of your head once again.

“The mountains? I could just lift them and throw them until they are out of my way.”

Another kiss, this time at your temple.

“Another dimension? Well, I’d find a way. They’re always inventing new technology.”

You turn around in his arms, reaching up to cup his jaw.

“So you’re telling me anywhere I go you’ll follow me?”

Izuku smiles down at you, nodding.

“Anywhere you go is where I belong too.”

i've read this like hundreds of times but just now was truly the best thank you so much for being so kind to me kendy :((

[quietwingsinthesky]

it’s fine though im gonna just write all my thoughts. here. as they happen. in real time. enjoy o7

- makes out with a woman. immediately stops and starts talking about the master getting inside his body. he’s so fucking funny.

- all this fucking exposition alsjfksjkafjkgjd

- succ the planet

- ABANDONED MY CAT OUT IN THE COLD ALONE!!!!!!!!!! HE JUST WANTS YOUR HELP TO FIND AN…. atomic clock. GRACE!!!!!!!!!!!

- GOD I THOUGHT THE MASTER SAID “before he finds a cock”

- LITERALLY CAT BEHAVIOR. LET HIM INNNNNN.

- grace <3 grace! grace :3 graceeee!!!!! grace :D grace :(

- i dont have to say anything here

- WAIT NO HE DOESNT EVEN RECOGNIZE HIM. DOCTOR YOU ARE SO STUPID. NEVER KNOWS HIS BOYFRIEND.

- “she kiss as good as me?” “as well as you.” i love that the master is a pedantix grammar asshole

- ACID GOOP SPIT????????????????? FROM HIS MOUTH?????????????? hey modern doctor who writers you know what you should bring back-

- “WAIT! STOP. HE’S UHM. HE’S. He’s british?” THIS MOVIE IS SO FUCKING FUNNY ALSJFKSKFHFK

- cop takes the jelly baby. doctor makes kissy noises at him. cop goes :/. doctor threatens to shoot himself. okay <3

- doctor who needs more motorcycle chase scenes

- can i say. btw. i love the master having his own companion kind of here. (also. the “you kill me.” exchange. alsjfjflsjd autistic murder creature.)

- doctor found his atomic cock. i mean clock.

- the half-human thing is so stupid. gog bless.

- he keeps goopin people up

- things the master does in this movie: have sex with the tardis’s keyhole. penetrate a man’s throat. fantasize about getting inside the doctor’s body. says every sentence as seductively as possible. gets his young male sidekick to pull a large phallic object out of a hole. gives people money shots with his goop.

- i love grace. gotta appreciate a girl who’s ready to do insane shit after some guy spits on her.

- mrs tardis…. you’re back. (i did pause the movie to make sure. he says “there she is” <3 his wife) also he just leaves the key??? on the top?????? god no wonder the master can just break in whenever he wants. he absolutely knows where the doctor keeps that key.

- THE GUY ON THE MOTORCYCLE JUST- THIS MOVIE IS SO FUCKING FUNNY

- she’s dying :((((

- OH HE GOTS HER. HE GOTS HER!!!!!!!!!!!! POSSESSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHACKED THE DOCTOR OVER THE HEAD WITH A HAMMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- OH MY GOD.

- OH MY GOD????????????? HE ALWAYS DRESSES FOR THE OCCASION?????????????????

- the cunt……. the cunt………!!!!

- PUTTING A CROWN OF THORNS ON MR CHRIST FIGURE?????????????????????????????????????? (<- he’s. like. not. but also they did reference it earlier so.)

- i love his stupid robes so much. i want them. whats with that collar. why is gallifreyan fashion so stupid. its fantastic. (mentally putting Even in the stupid gallifreyan collar robes)

- he’s so full of stupid <3 he wasted his fucking lives <3

- NO! LEEEEEEE!!!!!!

- hey why would a piece of gallifreyan technology. im assuming. only work for people who are. not from gallifrey. why would you need a human eye for this. why am i acting like this movie should make sense.

- fellas is it gay to wanna merge mind and body with your oldest enemy and friend.

- he is aLiiiiveeehhhhh :D

- being fed (<- big fan of companions having to figure out the bullshit that is tardis piloting on their own)

- why is the master making whale sounds. why’s he do that. why is he always some sort of creachur. goes rarghhhhh!!!!!

- RETURN OF THE CANONICAL TIME LORD 30 FT VERTICAL LEAP ABILITY

- give me your hand………………………………

- bro they melted him In The Eye

- is he actually jesus though. like is that. im not crazy right. i think they made the doctor into a jesus. they got him. just like superman. no one escapes the jesus.

- “what a sentimental old thing this tardis is” 🥹🥹🥹 yeah. yeah, she is.

- SHE’S DIGESTING HIM????? DIGESTING THE MASTER????????? MASTER GOT VORED BY THE TARDIS NOT CLICKBAIT??????? GONE WRONG GONE SEXUAL??????????????????

- this movie is so fucking funny i know i keep saying that but it really is. sometimes unintentionally but also when it means to as well. silly movie <3

- “come with me 🥺” “you come with me 🤨”

- im not invested in whatever romance they probably want me to be invested in here but i AM invested in the wild brief companionship with a man that ended in a case of mild death that she voluntarily chose to let go of. which is different. and more important.

- i cant believe the master just got fucking vored and thats how he dies. i mean obviously not forever but-

- i had fun :)

[rxqueenotd]

The Girl Next Door part III

Pairing: Jeryd Mencken x OFC

Warnings: politics (gag), dubious content, alcohol consumption. Read the previous chapter’s warnings (we ALL know where this is headed)

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Benadryl. I went to the moon last night and somehow woke up with this chapter finished. Thanks to @runningwiththefoxes for being THAT BITCH and @luxlisbons for letting me whine, @weakling-grace for being the best hypeman and @vivalafae for also being neurotic and insane like me.

Also, we’re staying in the Succ universe for this. Jeryd just hasn’t taken off on his political journey yet. I’ve had a few messages about this and just wanted to clear it up.

WC: 1956

I made it a point to buy curtains the next day. They would lay in a pile below my bedroom window for close to a month. The rod would become bent and the screws would wind up in various cracks and divots of the hardwood floor. I made an effort, I would tell myself, only giving up because I couldn’t find a screwdriver or a drill- It was a lie if I had ever told one.

Over the course of a week his house became visible to me through his bedroom window. He never closed his curtain after that night, rewarding me a few days later when he opened the curtains covering the bay window adjacent to the one in my own kitchen.

Oftentimes I would catch him fresh out of the shower. He would trail past the window, his hand vigorously rubbing a towel through his hair, before reappearing a few seconds later, his slender fingers buttoning his button down as he gazed out the window. He would stare out at the sky, at the old oak tree looming in my front yard, over to the inlet, but his eyes would always end up on me.

No more peep shows, I told myself, but dressed and undressed purposely in front of the window each day.

Other times, I would catch him watching me doing innocent things. Folding myself uncomfortably into a dining room chair with an old book, perched on top of the kitchen counter as I chatted animatedly to my long distance friend over the course of hour long phone calls, dancing around the kitchen as I ate raw cake batter. It didn’t matter what I was doing- he looked at me with the same intensity he had the night I fucked Evan for him to see. There was something about that I just couldn’t shake.

On Wednesday, I woke up earlier than I normally would have. A waterline break had canceled my shift at The Marina, an answered prayer delivered via text message sometime after I had gone to sleep the previous night. I rooted around the sheets for the better part of an hour before I decided I wouldn’t be going back to sleep. It was barely past six in the morning.

Thinking about him made me nervous. It’s normal, I told myself, it’s human to be curious. My silent commiserations had left me feeling dirty. My internal monologue seesawing between morality and depravity.

For the first time in a week, I dressed timidly in the darkness of my bathroom, away from any prying eyes. A sort of guilt had washed over me, the type you experience when barely any remorse is involved. Which made the guilt, or lack thereof, even more personal. I laced my tennis shoes in haste and nearly toppled down the staircase in an effort to put physical distance between him and I.

I ran briskly out the front door, my feet thudding against the cool pavement as I set my pace. I took the same course I had taken when I was a teenager. Right out of my driveway to the end of the residential area where the lopsided Welcome sign stood, around the traffic circle that connected Blair Street with Ocean Avenue, and back down Paxton Place. Rinse and repeat. Easy enough.

Running had always cleared my mind. I knew the science behind it. The rush of endorphins and such, but I also resonated with the idea of simply running away from my problems.

And then my problem caught up to me. I hadn’t noticed him at first, too lost in my own little world, before his stride caught up to mine. We stayed at the same pace for a short while, only when I had a burst of energy did I manage to outrun him, but it didn’t last long.

“So,” he blew out a gust of air and looked over at me, “Georgetown in the fall?”

“Can’t. Talk. And. Run.” I managed to get out. He laughed at me, running ahead.

Once we were home free and both of our respective houses were within eyesight, I came to a violent stop, bending at the waist as I braced my thighs in an effort to catch my breath.

“How’d you know about Georgetown?” I asked, dragging myself to the curb to sit down.

“Oh,” he sat beside me, “the McGovens told us all about the neighbors when we moved in.”

“Obviously you weren’t warned properly.”

He nodded along, seemingly agreeing to what exactly I was alluding to.

“There’s a lecture at Stony Brook today,” he stretched his legs out in front of him and looked back at me, “a congressman from Pennsylvania.”

“Yeah, Gil Eavis. I heard about that.”

He nodded. “I’m expected to be there to make sure my students show up and engage. You could join me,” He looked at me almost expectantly, “Only if you want.”

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To say I was nervous would have been the understatement of the century. I silently chastised myself for not having a more structured summer. To not be able to use work or school as an excuse as I had done so many times in the past when I wanted to get out of a social engagement.

“He’s full of shit,” Mencken whispered to me while looking straight ahead, “everything he says is bullshit.”

I pretended to be so deeply immersed in whatever Eavis was rattling on about that I only nodded in silence.

“Pandering to the fucking left,” Mencken scoffed, “this guy doesn’t know the difference between his asshole and a hole in the ground.”

Right. Sure. Whatever you say, Mr. Mencken. The only thing I had been focused on was how far apart his legs were spread, his right knee touching my left knee, had me practically breaking apart at the seams. If driving to the university together had been foreplay, this was practically second base.

When I thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did. Eavis took a few questions from the crowd as Mencken suggested we leave.

“I’ve heard enough,” he leaned down and told me as we made our way out of the lecture hall and towards the main entrance.

“You hungry, Olive?”

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We ended up at a little Italian restaurant about fifteen minutes outside of town.

“A hidden gem,” he told me as he drove and I gazed out the window at the dulcet tones the sunset put off.

When we got there, we were swiftly seated towards the back of the restaurant. I promptly ordered a glass of wine but he intervened, ordering an entire bottle.

“So,” he cleared his throat, “Georgetown. That’s heavy stuff.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I guess so.”

“You guess so?,” he laughed and cocked his head at me, “Georgetown is impressive. “

Once the wine was served and my pulse returned to its baseline, he pried more information out of me. We discussed how I’d double majored in Political Science and Communications, with him calling me an overachiever, and then ragging on me for going to NYU.

“Law schools don’t give a shit about a double major, Olive.” Or, “You should’ve gone to college further from home and seen the world a little bit, Olive.”

“What about you?” I asked him after my second glass of wine. “Who are you?”

“Well, I certainly didn’t go to Georgetown.” He spat back at me. That same sarcastic grin I’d come to loathe and love simultaneously mirroring my own.

“Hofstra University. Full scholarship,” he informed me as he downed his second glass of wine.

“Impressive.”

The conversation idled comfortably as we both ate.

It was never awkward or forced. Neither of us gave away any personal details other than colleges and majors. Nothing of which would be deemed too deep for the light evening we had shared thus far.

“I taught high school Civics and US government in Roslyn for ten years,” he filled our glasses with the last remaining bit of wine from the bottle before continuing, “and then I took the job at Stony back in January before we settled here.”

We.

I wanted to ask about his partner. Their presence being highlighted in the subtle glitter of his wedding band. I had noticed it the first night I met him, an observation I would have made on anyone else. It didn’t mean anything to me then and it shouldn’t have meant anything to me at dinner. But it did. It meant more to me in the back of that old school Italian restaurant than I cared to realize. I wasn’t sure if I was jealous or concerned. Frankly, I was curious.

“Where’s your wife?” I asked him out of nowhere.

I had caught him off guard, his eyes narrowing at me.

“Mission trip.” Was all he offered.

“Where’s your mother?” He asked, “I noticed you’ve been alone.”

Sinister, but not at all threatening. It’s hard to be a voyeur and not recognize these things.

“A medical conference in Florida. She leaves Miami on Thursday to go on a 14 day cruise.”

He hummed in response.

I wanted to call him a dog. But if he was a dog, well, I was one as well.

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It rained that night. It started lightly at first, mixing uncomfortably with the humidity outside, casting the windows in thick fog. He drove slower than he had before, cursing the defroster for not doing the one job it had been designed to do.

I was blissfully drunk and the world felt a little lighter than it had when my day started. I leaned back in my seat, my head lulling to the side as I watched him thrum the tips of his fingers on the dash while his palm gripped the wheel.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said, eyes never leaving the road.

I sat up a little straighter. “Like what?”

I hadn’t even realized he had made it back to our houses until he put the car in park.

“Like that,” he said, finally turning his body to the side to look at me.

There were plenty of things I wanted to say:

“Don’t look in my windows anymore.”

“Don’t come into The Marina when I’m working.”

“Don’t ply me with wine at dinner.”

“Move back to Roslyn.”

But none of them would have conveyed what I was feeling more so than when I crawled over the center console and directly onto his lap, straddling him with ease.

His hands rested on the outside of my thighs and he looked up at me, so confident and cool, as I stared down at him.

When I leaned down to kiss him, he met me halfway. What started slowly and deeply, turned into a power struggle of sorts. My hands roamed across his neck, my thumbs meeting at the crest of his Adam’s apple, as our teeth clashed. His hands, his huge hands, explored my stomach, nearly covering the surface area with his palms alone. When his hands danced onto my lower back and dipped low into my jeans, I felt the cool metal of his wedding band as he gripped onto my bare ass, kneading and pulling the soft flesh, dragging me down onto him in a grinding motion.

There was a hesitancy in my kiss then. The guilt had begun to set in.

I pulled away from him.

“I can’t do this.”

I scurried back across the center console and nearly threw myself from the passenger’s side door. I didn’t turn around once I made it to my doorstep. Instead, I let myself inside, slammed the door, and tried to catch my breath.

I slept in my mother’s room that night. The only bedroom with curtains.

[bpdsiriusblack]

shiv dont ask these old white men about how "good" logan was. ask gerri. ASK GERRI. ASK HER.

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

Oh this fic is disgusting y’all

Ever referred to heterosexual sex as a pussy gliding on like a sheath?

Goddamn I miss Succession I miss these broken ass white people lmaooooo

[chim-chim1310]

A few days ago I was watching reels on insta and I came across a reel with the whole drama between Selena Gomez and Hailey bieber. And I really liked the song they used.

It was 'Always be a fan' by Eva Grace.

I listened to the song for the first time on that reel. I didn't know it existed before.

So as I was listening, I focused on the lyrics and I started laughing so hard because the lyrics matched jikook's situation so so well. I was in awe.

Read the whole lyrics.

If we remove the boyfriend part, the rest of the song matches Jikook's situation right now so well.

Like here eva grace (the singer) is Jimin. And for whom she wrote the song is Jungkook.

"I know you're jealous cause I can make my name without a Man" Here the man is Scooter Braun.

"You can take his cash but you're still the cheaper version" Omg😆 jk's succes depending on scooter's cash, his dirty tricks and all.

It matches them so well?! Right?!

It's so funny to me. I can't stop laughing.

Okay I'm sorry. I'm gonna go laugh some more.

Byeee😂😂

[adonis-koo]

Fantastic chapter as always! 😭👏🏼

Just wanna’ lay down a few points:

• JK being the first to confess and fall in love with MC is evidence how far he has come from the first few chapters. Also, I noticed that MC hasn’t even told him she loves him yet maybe because she hasn’t had closure with Seokjin. Which will bring us to the Yule!

• The smut is 😙👌🏼💯

• I have this theory (even though it’s a stretch but hear me out) that maybe MC isn’t meant to heal but to fight/kill. Basically, the blood and fury of those before her is manifesting in her unconsciously. It’s like Celestia is inside her (want to point out also what MC’s mother said in “Of Bones and Gods how “she holds the wrath of the gods in her bones). What she did to Di Jin was self-defense but listen, the flashback to her being taught healing by Baba Enàir and not really getting it or being proficient in it is maybe because she wasn’t meant for it. MC may be looking up to Galadria and what the current Eunoia stands for, but something tells me that the old Celestial is slowly coming out of her.

- me a nerd for the worldbuilding in a fic

• On a non-serious note, when will MC give the JK the succ of his life? 😏

Again, thanks so much for gracing us with more Wicked content! 🫶🏼

!!! I love nothing more then an E2L where he falls harder it’s just UGHHH and I’ve been patiently waiting for people to point out that MC has yet to return an ‘I love you’ it might have to do with Seokjin, it might be because of her own self loathing, what counts is Jungkook may not have heard it yet, but he feels it strongly with her and he’s very patiently waiting for when she’s ready to say it back 🥹

I also LOVE your theory!!! omg makes me squeal when people start theorizing events to come or why things are or what it means, her being unable to successfully heal like her dryad kin and her unbridled rage are definitely connected and the parallels to old Celestia is not a coincidence, how so however??? Is yet to be revealed! What we do know is Galadria and Celestia were sisters and directly related to MC so it’s not too far off the mark to assume that there is definitely some kind of ancestral related influence, especially when it came to Di Jin attempting to kill her and it triggering such a violent reaction from her.

I love when people give extra love and attention to the world building side of things 🥹 does it make me sweat a little because there’s definitely a few plot holes in my world building due to pure laziness on my part?? yes….does it still make me IMMENSELY happy to see YES!!!

as for your last question…😏 you guys can expect to not wait too long for that

[wellthatwasaletdown]

This is gonna be very long i'm sorry

I'm gonna give an unpopular opinion harry edward styles is NOT dumb not only he's actually clever but calling him dumb is stripping him away of half of his faults. That man is not stupid at all, he was clever enough at 16 on the x factor to understand that if he wanted to be noticed he needed more than his talent, that's why he started flirting with all the female contestants around his age, and no don't say it was the x factor producers who told him to do that cause there were thousands cute young boys they had no reason to pick him, it was his idea, he was clever enough once in the band to meet producers, ceos of big labels/pr marketing and lick their asses and while it's easy to figure it out who the powerful are and where the money is at it's not easy to fall into their graces it requires and understanding of who people truly are and what they want and no morals or integrity to give it to them, harries love to say how hard working he was in the band and how much he did for them so that's why he was able to sign with the best label cause they clearly saw all his effort but it's a lie he never worked in favor of the band, he went to work reunions (even when he didn't have to, cause their pr team was taking care of it, even without the others) cause he was preparing his solo career, he was clever enough to understand since day 1 that boy bands don't last forever and don't last long so they needed to be his trampoline he used them and once he got the connection he wanted he dropped them and once out he started putting himself above them, sabotaging their images and their careers making them look like fools, look at how him and his team make sure to push the narrative of niall the second best AFTER styles, the second with more commercial succes, money, ecc but always second, look how they made sure louis didn't got the rolling stones cover he wanted for his promo even if styles had nothing to promote around that time, look how he and his team made the press talk shit about liam after he said he didn't understand the way he dressed, look how they made a fool out of zayn with the ringo joke,the unprofessional one and let's not forget having a legend like stevie nicks say that his music wasn't comparable to styles. He destroyed their images cause he knew it would take consequences on their careers and he knew he needed to get rid off competions in a sneaky way cause his talent on it's own wasn't enough. He was clever enough to never deny larries rumors (unlike louis) cause he knew they brought attention to him, they made him stand out from the others and while louis looked bad cause he kept denying and getting mad at fans while being in a serious relationship with a girl, styles looked like the poor angel victim of the mean team and of louis who wasn't brave enough to stand up for their love. So no he was never dumb he was always a machiavellian manipulator and it requires brain to do that, also he was clever enough to create this image of sweet kind guy even when he was still in the band so everything shitty he says or does is blamed on his team, tickets prices? His teams fault, not refoundimg the shows while a pandemic was going on and those money could've helped this people families? His teams fault, his inability to act? He just wanted to try something new and have fun so it's his teams faul if it went bad, being a homewrecker? Olivia's fault the list goesn on and on. That man is not dumb he's cruel and ready to sell his own mother for money and fame he knows what he's doing constantly he's not the puppet many think he is, he might not be the most cultured person in the industry but culture doens't make you clever it just make you cultured, everything is 100% his fault all the time, not his team, not the azoff, HIS.

You are giving him way more credit than he actually deserves. Yes, it's his fault in the sense that he has free will, but you're acting like he wasn't being advised along the way, especially early in his career.

Is he extremely ambitious? Yes, he absolutely is, and the people in the right positions of power saw that and used it to both their advantages. He shared in the blame, but he's not this brilliant mastermind. He was an ambitious kid willing to do whatever it took to be famous. And now he is an ambitious man willing to do whatever it takes to be famous.

And, as I have said countless times, both parties are to blame in an affair, so it wasn't just Olivia's fault. They are equally at fault. She's not innocent in this.

[jeffersonhairpie]

If Succ were not a cowardly show it would bring back Grace and Isla for the final season. It would force me to watch as Roman is confronted by the reminder of the step-father he tried to be, likely the only kind of father he will ever get to be. Roman was bad to Grace but he was good to Isla like he was really trying there but he lost the chance to be the good guy when he tossed Grace aside. Do you think he could stand to be reminded of something he almost did right?