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underclerysclock · 6 months
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I'm thinking about the one nice thing I do for myself when I get paid before I have to behave myself and I think actually I really need to go back to the gay club. For one night.
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norrisleclercf1 · 8 months
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You’re My Love Story
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Horner!Reader
Rating: PG-13
Words: 2.9K
Requested: Yes/No
Warnings: Time Jumps, Angst, Fluff, Christian Horner is an ass in this, Gerri is team you and Charles, Happy Ending, I promise
A/N: I've been listening to my favorite Taylor Swift songs a lot while I study and couldn't help but put each one to a driver, this one is for Charles
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Synopsis: Love Stories are meant to be heartbreaking, but would yours be the opposite?
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2014, Ages: 17 and 16
You hated these parties, boring and stuffy. You're forced to wear a dress far too fancy for your taste, but your mother just wanted you to look nice. A party in the Monaco summer air had you wishing you could be swimming in the ocean than smiling and faking remembrance of people you don't know.
Your father was moving from person to person, shaking hands, laughing at crude jokes that had your mother giving him multiple looks. He's quick to stop, clearing his throat as he introduces you.
"My daughter, Y/N Horner. Sweetie, this is-" You zone out, giving a picturesque smile and faking interest in the conversation. "Mama, can I go take a breather? It's hot in the dress." You whisper. Firey hair turns, giving you her approval and whispering for you to not go far. "I won't, just on the balcony." Pointing to the double doors open, exposing the sparkling lights of Monte Carlo.
Floating through the crowd, stepping out on the balcony, you suck in the tinge of cold air clinging to the night. Your posture drops when you don't feel your mother's eyes on you, leaning over the railing. Laughter draws your attention to the people below as they dance around each other, talking loudly and freely.
Your heart yearns for that to be you, to escape this place and have some real fun. But, your father would refuse, saying you had to uphold your family name. The name, you sometimes hated being a Horner. Anytime someone would hear that last name, it was always followed by the same question.
"You're Christian Horner's daughter? Team Principle of Red Bull?" Like a broken record, you smile, nod, and give the infamous one-liner back. "Yes, and I fully support the F1 Team. They're definitely going to win." Everyone getting hyped hearing those words.
And why wouldn't they? You had the ultimate powerhouse Sebastian Vettel and the up-and-coming Australian driver Daniel Ricciardo. Speaking of which, turning around your eyes and scan the crowd, not hearing the familiar groups of laughter around Daniel.
Not seeing Daniel, you notice a boy make his way through the crowd instead. He was new. You could tell from how no one talked to him, say a few people but not enough for him to be somebody. His suit was nice, hair stringy as he looked around before darting onto the balcony with you.
"Oh, hello." His eyes widened, finally noticing that he wasn't alone out here. "Hi." Giving a curt answer and moving to leave. "Wait, you don't have to leave!" His hand grabs your wrist, making you turn, shocked that someone would touch you.
"Sorry." Hand-dropping as he fidgets, you clock in quick that he has never done something like this. "Have you ever been to one of these parties?" Hazel-green eyes pinch, hating that it was noticeable. "No," He trails off, playing with a ring on his finger. "Okay, yes. I'm a driver. But, just for Formula Renault. I'm driving for a British team called Fortec Motorsports," He looks up, sees your bored face, and sighs. "And you clearly don't care." Huffing, he leans on the railing missing your growing smile.
Laughing, you move closer. "No, I know the team. Daddy talks about all the younger teams all the time." The boy looks at you, his body more relaxed as he smiles. "Really? If you're here, you must be a daughter of a retired driver or worker, right?" He asks, teasing you.
Instead, you feel that familiar dread. Does he know who you are? Pretending to approach you and be nice just to meet your father? It won't surprise you if that is true.
"Yeah, I am." Back straight, wrapping yourself back in that perfect media daughter cover. "Oh, that's cool. My godfather is a driver. Made me come along and try to mingle. You see how well it's going. You're the first person to actually talk to me." Your heart picks up, seeing that smile directed at you.
The two of you talk away the rest of the night; laughter and blushes pass between you. Only for your bubble to be popped when your father's voice cuts through.
"Y/n? Are you ready to le-" You and the boy jump back, having been very close. Looks of guilt on both your faces have your father freezing. "Y/n, go to your mother now." Voice stern, no room for argument. With a nod, head down, you slip past your father. "Wait! I didn't tell you my name; I'm Charles. Charles Leclerc." A blush spreads over your cheeks, seeing that heart-stopping smile again.
"Nice to meet you, Charles. I'm Y/n Horner." Your introduction is ended when your father grabs your arm, dragging you away from Charles, the balcony boy.
2017, Ages 20 & 19
"Charles, stop throwing pebbles." Giggles as you poke your head out the window, seeing a red and white shirt in the dark. "What? You weren't answering my texts." He whispers, yelling up to your window. "I was studying. Shouldn't you be getting ready for your last F2 race?" Leaning out the window, your heart still beating fast in your chest, seeing that smile.
"Wanted to see you." He admits, scanning the wall, trying to figure a way up to you. "Charles, if Daddy knows you're here, we're dead." It's been 3 years since you met Charles on that balcony and 1 year since your father gave you strict order for Charles to stay away from you.
At that time, the two of you couldn't stay apart. Your mother caught you more than once sneaking out. With a smile, she'd just nod, kiss you on the cheek and tell you to be careful. "So? I wanted to tell you some exciting news. So, you either come down here, or I come up." Dropping your head, you have to cover your laughter. "Wait." He nods, watching the outline of your body dip back in the window.
You curse as the bedroom door creeks, and you whisper that you'll get it fixed. The hallway plunged into darkness, with no light from your parent's bedroom. Score. Sliding out of the doorway, you tiptoe like clouds are under your feet. On the steps, your body freezes when a step groans under pressure.
Taking a moment to ensure no one woke you wait before darting down the hallway to the kitchen's back door. Charles jumps, worried that it's your father, but instead, you close the door and stop staring at one another.
"Hello." Smiles pull on both your lips, darting forward. He opens his arms gathering you in them. "Hi." You gasp, arms and legs wrapped tight around him. "I've missed you." You don't need to repeat it back, kissing him as a way to say it. Smiling, he kisses you back, but it ends earlier, pulling a slight whine of protest out of you.
"I'm driving for Sauber next year." The words have your brain stutter to a stop. Sauber? As in the Formula 1 Sauber team? "What?" He chuckles, putting you down, and looking at you, his smile drops. "Oh my god, Charles. That's….I'm so proud of you." The two of you mold into each other as Charles tells you everything.
You laugh, seeing him so happy, something he's needed for a long time. Finally able to uphold his promise to his father so long ago. A light in a window flicks on, having you two freeze. "Fuck, that's my parent's room. Go!" You whisper yell. Charles scales the garden wall, stopping as he leans, kissing you. "See you on the track." Dropping down the wall, lips tingling.
But you have to forget that, rushing back into the house quick and quiet steps and into your room. Placing yourself back at your desk, studying. A knock has you jumping, your father's head poking in. "I heard something? Are you okay?" Faking concern, you knew he was suspicious from how his eyebrows knitted together, and eyes were drawn.
"Yep, all good." Trying to hide your hard breathing, he looks over you before disappearing and clicking your door closed.
2019 Ages 21 & 20
"I knew it! I fucking knew it!" Something slams on the table, flinching. You try hard not to look up. You'll only be met with articles and newspapers of you and Charles kissing. Your father's furious face, your mother's worried one. That's all you'll see if you look up.
"Christian, you need to calm down. She's an adult." Your mother tries to reason, but he refuses to see reason. "I told you AND him to stay away from each other. And did you LISTEN? NO!" He roars. Tears slip down your face, and hurried hands wipe them away. "I love him." A confession you haven't even said to him.
"Love him? You love him? He's the enemy, Y/n. How could you betray me? This family? The team?" Each word is a stab to your heart, just wanting to run away into Charles's arms. "I'm sorry, Daddy. But I do. I love him!" Head whipping up, you meet your father's eyes. Yours blurry from the tears running down. He just shakes his head.
"If you ever see him again. I'm shipping you back to London, where you'll never see him again. Understand?" Voice steady, he was past angry. Now in the stage of silent fury. "Answer your father, Y/n." Gasping on a sob, you nod, stumbling out of the chair and rushing upstairs.
You knew time had passed when your Mama knocked on the door, the sun dipping into the sea. "Y/n?" A sniffle is the only reply you can give her. Throat and eyes are raw from all the crying you've done.
"Sweetie, he's here to see you." Sitting up, you are shocked and scared by those words. "Your father isn't here. Had business to attend to." She leaves your door cracked. All you can see is her red hair bouncing down the stairs.
Checking the mirror, you know it's pointless trying to fix yourself as you head downstairs. His back is to you, staring out the door that gives you a look at the Monaco docks filled with fancy boats.
"Charles?" Voice cracks, and he turns, wearing sunglasses. He doesn't even remove them to look at you. "I was told by everyone that we need to call this off." White noise fills buzzes in your ears, tears all gone, you just slip down the steps sitting on them.
"Don't, not you too. Please, don't." Charles flinches, unable to read him properly, his sunglasses blocking all his emotions. "Y/n," His own voice breaks. He has to clear his throat, keeping a reasonable distance. Charles knew if he stepped forward, he'd gather you up and never let go. "Please don't go. Charles, you can't. I'll leave. I'll go with you. We can…we can run away and never look back. Let's just run. I can't keep being told how I'm supposed to feel." Eyes burn, and tears drip down your cheeks.
"I love you. I love you, Charles Leclerc." Sunglasses taken off, he pinches his eyes, trying to keep his tears at bay. "We can't. I'm sorry, Y/n." The front door opens and closes. "Oh, oh god." You sob, holding your chest. "Y/n? Oh, my baby." You bury your head in your knees, not wanting to hear your mother's voice.
Current, Ages 26 & 25
"Are you okay?" If you could groan out loud right now, you would. It was thoughtful the first couple of times your mother asked, but now it was annoying you. "Mama, for the last time. I'm fine; my faith in us ever getting back together is long gone." You hiss, watching Charles with fans from the Red Bull hospitality.
"I was sure you two would get back together. Neither of you have dated since that day. Also, I think me kicking your father out for that month taught him a lesson." A chuckle passes your lips, painfully pulling your eyes away from Charles. "Yes, I think it did." She smiles, sipping on her tea.
A small wave to someone, you're too busy to look up, worried Charles would see you staring. "Who are you waving at now?" Your Mama is a social butterfly, always chatting and waving at someone. "Charles." She replies.
Eyes bludging, you whip around, seeing Charles still in the same spot. Eyes locking, the two of you look away at the same time. "Pity, you should go talk to him. You're clearly still in love with him."
"MAMA!" You gasp. She shrugs her shoulder, lifting her teacup to her lips and sipping. "Don't deny it. I know you cheered for him like crazy last year." Cheeks red, you grumble how you were just glad he was doing well.
"Okay, but he's staring at you. Again." You knew he was. Whenever his eyes are on you, your body heats up. Basically glows under his watch, cursing that you still loved him so much. "Oh, he's gone. Guess you can leave now." With a silent thanks, you leave the safety of the hospitality, walking back to your apartment.
The walk is longer than expected. Streets shut down in Monte Carlo due to the race. You can't help but shake the feeling someone is following you. With a slight turn, you notice many people behind you, all wearing regular clothes to Formula 1 gear. "Going crazy." You turn and pop out using a shortcut, slamming into a body.
"Ow, watch where you're going." Snapping, you lock eyes with the person, and blood runs cold. The last time you saw his eyes this close was years ago. You even forgot the exact color of his eyes. Honey green.
"Y/n." He breathes. That stupid heart-stopping smile is still the same, at least. "Excuse me, I have to go." He body blocks you, making sure you don't leave. "Don't go." Hearing those two words, you're pulled back to the memory of when you said that same exact thing to him.
"I'm sorry, I can't." Throwing his own words in his face. This time no sunglasses to hide the sorrow in his eyes. "I love you, I still love you." He confesses. "I had to walk away. I just joined Ferrari. Your father was making my life hell on and off the track. He said if I didn't stop seeing you, he'd make sure I'd lose the seat. Fuck, it was so stupid to pick a fucking seat over you. But all I could think about was my father, Jules, and you. I thought you'd be better without me. God, was I wrong." A sharp turn on your heel, you stare at him.
"Do you have any idea how lonely I've been? That I lost my best friend and the love of my life in one go? I shipped myself back to London to finish school cause everywhere I looked, you were there. Yet, with new faces, places, and everything else, I still looked and craved for you. My dumbass even thought you'd come running after me? But that was all in my head." Charles shakes his head no.
"I did come after you, but your fucking father found me and the ring and told me you hated me. Never wanted to see me again, so I flew back. I didn't learn how you still felt until 2 months ago. Gerri is a talker when drunk." You try to follow his words, but the word ring is all you can stay on. "And she was drunk, spilled everything to me. How you fell apart, kicking your father out for a month. All of it. Grew some balls and went to your father, talked to him, and told him I would marry you with or without his permission." Taking deep breaths, he calms down, leaving you two in silence.
"You have a ring?" He nods, pulling out a little black box. "I carry it with me everywhere." Neither of you says anything as you just stare at the box. "Ask me."
"What?" Eyes wide as you smile, eyes watery. "Ask me to marry you. Please?" He laughs, dropping his head. He gets down to one knee on the empty Monte Carlo street. "Y/n Horner, will you marry me?"
Laughing, you nod. They're happy tears as he slips the ring on your finger this time. "Yes, my balcony boy." His own laughter filled the quiet street.
2024 Ages 27 & 26
"Y/n? Come on, don't be late for our wedding rehearsal!" You smile, blinking out of the memories as you stare at that ugly dress you wore the first time you met Charles.
"Coming!" You stare at your rehearsal dress. A white dress hanging off the door. One dress you wore when you met the love of your life, the other you'd be wearing to promise yourself to him forever.
This was a love story that survived.
Turning, he stops fidgeting with his watch, mouth open. "Is that? Woah." He gasps, seeing you wearing the same dress he first meet you in.
"Yep, had it altered like crazy, but bringing back memories?" Charles can only nod as he moves to your side, kissing you.
"We were both so young when I first saw you." He whispers, kissing you again. "And I'm going to ensure we're never apart again." Placing a kiss on your ring.
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mummer · 3 months
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would you mind sharing some of your twow predictions/hopes? i'm trying to cope with a lack of twow 🤒
oh man where would i even begin. im gonna do straight up hard predictions and not allow myself to be very self indulgent here is what i think will happen unironically
melisandre does not intentionally resurrect jon bc that makes no sense for her character. i dont think she'll be the one to do it at all but if she does it will be an accident and also a brain shattering experience for her
jon is considered king beyond the wall (not king in the north.... yet) but you already knew that
jon spends more time beyond the wall actually. i am keeping this concept vague
night lamp is definitely real and stannis takes winterfell at some point but he wont survive the book
sam's oldtown chapters become unexpected fandom sleeper faves like theon's in dance
the rosby heir is olyvar frey
dany does not come to westeros before her final chapter and never even encounters jon. slave revolt in volantis yayyyyyy!!!!!
there is still no R+L=J reveal
loras ends up fine but drastically scarred
elia sand and aegon have a forbidden romance
pyp and grenn die offpage (i predict this so that i can be pleasantly surprised when they show up)
danny flint is revealed to be coldhands shut up actually
gerris drinkwater is surprisingly important to the plot
brienne and jaime both survive the encounter with LSH and survive the whole book i saw this in my mind
barristan either dies really early on or he eventually defects to join aegon because he thinks he's the more rightful heir. the ol treason for blood
the faceless men turn out to just be another branch of the iron bank who are doing assassinations for money more than obscure religious/political reasons. this blackpills arya enough for her to return home
sansa encounters jeyne again and this is what provokes her to move against littlefinger
theon...... joins the night's watch..... question mark
there's a gay sex scene but no one likes it
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garycxjk · 21 days
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Why most people don't get Europapa
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So, Joost Klein's Europapa apparently is taking the world by storm. With its happy hardcore or gabber house tunes and beats and the silly music video, there's no denying that this song has a certain charm, though it also has its detractors.
The thing is, though, most people on both sides don't fully get the song.
To summarize the song, it's essentially about an orphan who travels around Europe to find himself. Those were in Joost's own words.
Europapa is about an orphan who travels throughout Europe (and beyond) to find himself and tell his story. At first, people don’t recognise him, but he goes on seizing any opportunity he gets to let himself be seen. Europapa is a tribute to my father. When bringing me up, he passed on to me an expansive view of the world.
Okay, but why does the song sound so silly? Well, that's something deliberate. I don't really know much about Joost Klein's music, but what I do know is that this is basically what most of his songs are. Silly, yet deep.
Okay, brief detour to give context to the rest of what I'm writing, but it's important to remember that Joost Klein basically became an orphan at a young age. He lost his father to cancer when he was 12, and a year later, his mother died as well. This essentially shaped his music. From what I can gather from the many YouTube comments, he always watched Eurovision with his parents, and told them that one day he'd be there on stage.
So, let's just talk about the elephant in the room. Some people call this European propaganda. However, just the first few lines clue you in that it isn't just some pro-EU propaganda.
Welcome to Europe Stay here until I die
In fact, there are several lines used that wouldn't sit right if it were pro-EU propaganda. Let's look at the second verse.
Ich bin in Deutschland Aber ich bin so allein
Which roughly translates to
I'm in Germany But I'm so lonely
The next lines, "Io sono in Italia / Maar toch doet het pijn" (first line Italian, second line Dutch), which translates to "I'm in Italy / But I still feel pain".
Essentially, the entire song is him trying to let go of his past, to let go of his grief. That's essentially what the burning house and the windmill represent at the end, finally moving on from the past.
And that's essentially what the entire song is about. The entire song sounds like it's stuck in the '90s and early noughties. Naturally the most glaring part is the music style. Back in the '90s, happy hardcore and gabber house was really big, especially in the Netherlands. The way people dance back then and dressed when they did can be seen in the scene with Paul Elstak. Then there's the Gameboy Advance, which came out in the early 2000s.
Another cool thing is a reference to New Kids, a Dutch comedy show from 2007, when someone says "Welkom in Europa jongen!" ("Welcome in Europe boy!"). On the television screen, you can see Gerrie van Boven, played by Tim Haars, a character from New Kids.
But it isn't just a throwback. It's all being done deliberate. Something that gets lost in translation is the text. The rhymes work, however, to a Dutch person, it sounds a bit... childish. Very simple, at the very least. But I think that even that is done deliberately. It sounds like a child has been writing these lines, but I think that's the point of the song. It's supposed to sound like a child has been writing these lines.
The entire song is about the protagonist being stuck in the past, being stuck in his grief. It's why there's a disconnect between the text and the melody. Sure, it's a celebration of Europe, of Eurovision. Joost Klein genuinely loves Eurovision. However, it's also essentially him saying, this is me closing another chapter in my life.
Let's take a look at the outro of the song.
Op kruistocht in m'n spijkerbroek, lopend door de velden M'n papa en m'n mama zijn voor altijd mijn helden Aan het einde van de dag zijn we allemaal mensen M'n vader zei me ooit: "Het is een wereld zonder grenzen" Regen op het raam en ik stond huilend bij het venster Veel te vroeg duister, het is winter in de lente "Ik mis je elke dag", is wat ik stiekempjes fluister Zie je nou wel, pa? Ik heb naar je geluisterd
This... seems quite long, doesn't it? Well, that's because that's the full outro. What most hear during the video clip is this:
Aan het einde van de dag zijn we allemaal mensen M'n vader zei me ooit: "Het is een wereld zonder grenzen" "Ik mis je elke dag", is wat ik stiekempjes fluister Zie je nou wel, pa? Ik heb naar je geluisterd
Let's translate the full lyrics. I'll put the translations of the lyrics in the music video in bold and italic.
On my crusade in jeans, walking through the fields My dad and mom are forever my heroes At the end of the day we are all human beings My father once told me: "It's a world without borders" Rain on the window and I stood at the window crying Darkness far too soon, it's Winter in Spring "I miss you every day", is what I secretly whisper You see dad, I listened to you
So, basically, the gist is, this song has many layers. It's a heartfelt tribute to Eurovision, while also telling a personal story about grief and letting go of said grief.
Though I think this interview with Joost Klein on De Avondshow met Arjen Lubach may say more than I could.
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Well, sometimes you must say goodbye to whatever is most dear to you. And when one door closes thousands of others open, apparently. But what I've learned is that you tend to hold on to your own pain sometimes. So this letter provides some sort of closure, dare I say. Saying: "Hey, Mum and Dad... You will always be there for me, but I can't carry this pain forever."
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gingiesworld · 7 months
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Would You Touch Me?
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Pairing: Gerri Fields x GN! Reader
Warnings : Smut. Virgin Gerri. Stoner Reader. Fingering (Gerri recieving)
18+ MINORS DNI
Taglist: @ginnsbaker CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR JOB BUDDY. YOU'RE GONNA KILL IT!!
College life was a whole different story for Gerri, especially being at NYU. Her roommates had told her that there was a college party happening off campus. One of the frat houses are hosting a party. Just a back to school type of thing for the students after the holidays.
Gerri wandered through the house, hoping to find a brief moment of peace. That was when she heard music completely different to what is playing downstairs. So she knocked before walking inside.
"What are you doing here?" They as Gerri stood in the doorway. Unable to tear her eyes away from them.
"My uh roommate dragged me here." She stuttered out as YN smiled at her.
"Parties aren't your thing either." They questioned as she shook her head. "Lock the door." She gave them a questioning look. "I don't want anyone else in here."
"Do you want me to leave?" She asked them as they smirked at her blushing state.
"If you want to leave." They said as they looked among their shelves of vinyls, looking for an album. "Do you like The Replacements?"
"Yes." She whispered as she locked the door but remained stood up.
"You can sit you know." They told her. "I'm Y/N by the way."
"Gerri." She told them as they soon joined her on the bed. Grabbing their box before rolling one.
"Have you ever smoked before?" They asjed her. She answered with a shake of her head. As much as her parents seemed like hippies, she never had a joint before. "Would you like to try?"
"Yes." She whispered, watching as their tongue brushed lightly over the gum strip before finishing the joint. She found herself drawn to watch their lips. Watching as they placed the roach between their lips before they lit it. Exhaling through their nose.
"Just don't take a deep drag." They told her as they placed the roach between her lips. Watching as she took a small drag before she had coughed slightly. "Good girl." They husked before taking a long one themselves. As they smoked, giving Gerri the occasional drag, not too much for her to be completely stoned. "You know you have beautiful eyes."
"What?" She laughed as the two lay side by side on the bed.
"You do." They told her. "Such a unique shade of green."
"Shut up." She blushed as they watched her intently. Her eyes soon locking onto hers.
"Can I kiss you?" They asked as Gerri gulped. "I would like to kiss you Gerri." They whispered as they brushed hair from her face. Her hand finding their wrist as they gazed into her eyes, waiting for her permission. That was when Gerri leaned in, capturing their lips and kissing them softly. As the kiss went on, Y/N found themselves hovering above her, the kiss had deepened as their tongues danced in unison. She wrapped her arms around their neck, practically pulling them on top of her.
As soon as she felt their growing bulge, she rolled her hips up making them groan. The two became panting messes as she tried to get herself off from underneath them. They pulled apart to look into her eyes before speaking.
"We don't have to go this far." They told her as she ran her hands over her face, hoping to calm her flustered.
"I know." She whispered. "It's just that I'm a virgin."
"That's ok." They told her softly. "That is pretty admirable."
"You think so?" Shs questioned.
"Of course I do." They told her.
"Would you touch me?" She asked them as they smiled at her, leaning down to kiss her once more. She gasped as they played with her nipples through her shirt. Soon kissing and sucking her neck as Gerri moaned.
"Take it off." Y/N told her as they played with the fabric off her shirt. She lifted it over her head as Y/N smiled softly at her, kissing her once more as their hands wandered over her bare stomach. "You are gorgeous." They whispered as Gerri sighed when they wrapped their lips around one of her nipples, sucking softly as their hand moved to between her thighs. Applying pressure against her jean covered core, causing Gerri to buck her hips. They soon unbuttoned her jeans as their hand made their way inside. Pushing her underwear to the side as they gathered her wetness before they rubbed on her clit.
They pulled back to watch as she moaned, studying how her body had reacted to their touch. When they inserted a finger, her mouth was agape, moans spilling from her lips as they thrust in at a steady pace. Loving the feeling of her wrapped around their fingers. Soon adding another and curling them, hitting her g spot make her arch her back. They watched as her face contorted into one of pleasure.
"Let go for me." They husked in her ear before kissing her neck softly. Loving the feeling of her skin, already growing addicted to her moans. When she moaned lewdly, cumming over their fingers. Y/N watched as she soon calmed down.
"What about you?" She questioned as they shook their head no.
"Let me get to know you more. Date you if you'd like." They told her as they wiped their hand on the sheets.
"I'd like that." She whispered before pulling them in for a kiss. Being grateful to her roommate for dragging her here in the first place. Finding the person who would change her life for the best.
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vieramars · 3 months
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Making this its own post bc it wasn't getting seen as a reblog
Re: a very niche oddly specific fluffy TMA au
So I'm in a swing dance club and I started thinking about what if the characters of the magnus archives were all in a swing dance club. Absolutely no regard for canon, just all the characters hanging out having a time.
Half the characters do not know how to dance. Some are really good at it. Elias is the club leader who thought having a position of authority would be fun but now he's stuck managing a room full of chaos gremlins with fear powers.
Half the playlist is mechs songs. Nikola insists on doing live music every few meets.
Jon watches tons of videos on swing moves in order to learn them and is constantly watching his feet to make sure he's doing the steps right. He's a follow and almost exclusively dances with Martin. Even though he helped form the club he perpetually has new awkward member energy. Still, once he's had plenty of time to practice a move, he can do it perfectly nine times out of ten.
Martin is a much more confident dancer than someone who'd just met him would think. He's a lead and his musicality is on point. He's really good at songs with tempo changes, and his favorite move is probably swing kicks.
Tim and Sasha are terrifying on the dance floor. Sasha's the lead and every dance she's trying to beat her own record for how many times she can spin Tim consecutively. They prefer open position and every other move is a basket turn. 
Michael showed up one day and just became part of the club by being there, then later invited Helen along. Both of them like to dance with pretty much everyone, and both of them love sliding doors. Sometimes involving actual distortion doors. Their dance moves are reality bending and they always have the flashiest outfits. Michael is ambidancetrous (comfortable leading or following) and Helen is a lead.
Agnes wears very thick gloves so that she can dance with people without burning their hands. To avoid accidents she's also very good at no-contact moves. Sometimes she brings Jack over for club meetings. She's a lead and her favorite move is sugar pushes though she also likes line dances and does the best charleston out of the whole group.
Daisy and Basira are inseparable. But they are both leads. Rather than dancing with other people they just solo jazz and line dance together.
No matter who she's dancing with or what moves they're doing Nikola is killing it. Her favorite dances are steal dances where everyone's rapidly switching partners. She's always the fastest to find a new partner and get back into step. She does everything with a flourish and is an expert at dips of any kind.
Melanie and Georgie are just vibing. Probably the calmest dancers in the room despite being far from the calmest people. Georgie can dance the entire length of the meeting without taking a break.
Gerry mostly only dances with Michael, Mike, or Tim because they can match his energy the best. He loves fast-paced songs and complicated moves, and can absolutely fuck it UP at the shim sham.
Mike Crew also really likes fast-paced dances and loves spinning his partner until they might as well be in the vast for how dizzy they are. Dancing with him comes with a spin at your own risk disclaimer.
Oliver is more of a slow song enjoyer, and he joins Jon and Nikola in the live music performances. While Agnes is the best at many variations of the charleston, Oliver is the best at the cowboy charleston specifically, and he can do it while playing a fiddle.
Peter Lukas REFUSES to dance except for rarely when Elias convinces him to, in which case they have a vibe that's somewhere between overly formal ballroom dancing and Morticia and Gomez doing the most. 
Jane Prentiss is mostly here for the snacks and the vibes but she joins in for warm-ups and line dances. The only person she'll dance together with is Agnes cause they both prefer the least amount of physical contact possible.
Annabelle Cane is the main dance instructor and she's a phenomenal teacher. She knows all the moves by heart and she's rocking the roaring 20s aesthetic. If she's leading a line dance, everyone's in perfect sync.
If I missed anyone lmk, this is all coming directly out of my brain so some characters might've gotten lost in the stream of consciousness. I'm open to asks about dance pairs, who leads/follows in that pair, and what songs they would pick if they had the floor 👀
By the way, dance pairs do not equal ships! I do ship a few of these pairs (and it makes sense to me for couples to gravitate towards dancing together), but anyone can dance with anyone!
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gerrystamour · 10 months
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Gerry★30s★He/Him/His★AO3★Main
Taglist: OPEN
All fics are STRANGER THINGS and/or STEDDIE unless otherwise stated.
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★At A Glance★
Updated on February 8, 2024
★My Niches★
Transmasculine Steve Harrington★#TransmascSteve.
Good Boy Eddie Munson★#GoodBoyEddie.
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★Highlights★
Newest: you are my destroyer★E★OMC Ship★1.9k
Greatest Hit: i could be honest, i could be human★E★48k
Writer's Fave: here i have found some peace of mind★E★60k
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★Full Fic List★
title★rating★[one word description]★word count★ao3 link
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★Series★
i could become the silver bullet in your head icbh, icbh!verse
i could be honest, i could be human★E ★48k★Ao3
i can't tell where you end and where i start★E★11k★Ao3
because no one can break my heart like i can★E★2.4k★ Ao3
we were tangled up like branches in a flood★M★2.3k★Ao3
at the sunrise the stones and stars align [Transmasc!Steve] peace of mind, pom!verse
here i have found some peace of mind★E★60k★Ao3
bite through these wires [Transmasc!Steve] strap!verse
grow back your sharpest teeth★E★5.6k★Ao3
you leave me with that grace★E★2.4k★Ao3
push down into membranes and layers★E★4.1k★Ao3
Steve Thot Jobs thot jobs
when heaven falls, i will be your light★E★876★Ao3
just one more drink, please come inside★E★1.4k★Ao3
i've got a ghost in the hallway grinning...
run it back (give me five whole minutes)★T★1.7k★Ao3
i am thick tar on the inside burning★G★1.6k★Ao3
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★One-Shots★
nothing to say, and nowhere to go★E★1.9k★Ao3
so touch me again...★E★1.2k★Ao3
won't you come and dance in the dark with me?★T★2.9k★Ao3
i know you've got a taste, so...★E★2k★Ao3
would you find me in the stars?★T★1.2k★Ao3
suspended in the ether★E★7.4k+★Ao3
cut the lights and make me your oblivion★E★2.2k★Ao3
be the first to the feast...★E★2.1k★Ao3
that's the kind of love...★E★2.7k+★Ao3
you're in the walls that i made...★E★7.6k★Ao3
the fire is so delightful★E★5.5k★Ao3
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★Drabbles★
"Can I sit here...?"★G★Modern!AU★854★Ao3
"I'm not going to stop poking you..."★G★Pre-Steddie★679★Ao3
"When I picture myself happy..."★G★Getting together★1.1k★Ao3
i belong to all of your mysteries★E★Transmasc Steve★442★Ao3
our hearts are racing, captivated★E★PWP★311★Ao3
nice.★E★PWP★69★Ao3
"What did you do this time?"★T★Jeff/Eddie
"I almost lost you."★T★Jeff/Eddie
but whisper your love...★G★Modern!AU★392★Ao3
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★OC Fics★
"If we weren't in public..."★T★pom!verse★Tig/Gareth
"How have you survived this long..."★E★pom!verse★Freak/Dom
"There is no way this much stupid..."★T★pom!verse★Tig/Gareth
"God, I love you."★T★pom!verse★Charlie/Roger
"Tell me again..."★E★pom!verse★Charlie/Roger
"I've been thinking about you..."★T★pom!verse★Charlie/Roger
"Please, never stop smiling."★G★pom!verse★Charlie/Eric
"Let me do this. Please."★M★Mafia!AU★Vinny/Kez
"You need to wake up..."★T★Mafia!AU★Vinny/Kez
on and on...★T★Mafia!AU★Sam/Dom
you are my destroyer★E★Mafia!AU★Sam/Dom
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dividers & header by @/saradika
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eastgaysian · 1 year
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So . Tom definitely went to hug Shiv because he “lost his protector” in Logan and needs to get back with her for the money/power . And she definitely noticed but didn’t fully care because of how distraught she was . And also literally every character interaction in 4.03 was about the combination of romance and money/power huh (thinking about Kerry laughing, Roman and Gerri, Conwilla, even tomgreg a little) . What does it mean what does it all mean .
Tldr: here’s how tomshiv can still win /toxic
as a general rule i really dislike describing any succession character's motives as being solely one thing, and i especially dislike saying that one thing is malice or selfishness. of course there's money and power and positional stability tied in with the idea of reconciling with shiv, but like... come on. tom tried to call shiv twice before calling roman. is he even alive? i don't know, honey. are you just being nice to me? you want to choreograph some steps with my dead father, tom? that the dance you like? sorry. that's okay. it's a difficult day. tom still cares about shiv, deeply, and he wants to offer her whatever little comfort he can when her dad has just died.
the tragedy and toxicity of tom and shiv's relationship is that the genuine care and affection they have for each other is inextricable from the material advantages their marriage grants tom, and logan's shadow is looming over it all. this is going to be especially true in the wake of logan's death. tom was the one by logan's side when he died, so now he's the closest shiv can get to her dead father (and he's always going to remind her of logan and his death). at the same time as she resents him for choosing logan over her, that's why he was in the plane to make that call. he's always been her rock and source of comfort and she needs that reassurance desperately.
weddings in succession aren't really about weddings or about 'love' as the pure ideal we gravitate towards. there is some amount of 'real' affection in all of these relationships, but there's also so much money and power in the mix that can't be ignored. but also, roman does stand up for himself in that voicemail to logan because he doesn't want to do that to gerri, and connor and willa still get married, and tom and shiv leave together. maybe it is all doomed. but there is love there. it might not make a difference in the end but it is there
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I find these two secuences from ep 5 particularly compelling in terms of film directing.
From the first one it caught my eye the fact that Tim and Gerry weren't entirely out of focus. If the director had wanted the viewer to focus on the heterosexual kiss, the characters in the background should have been blurred. Only that the scene wasn't about the kiss between the cameraman and the makeup girl at all but about the two queer characters eclipsed by the unavoidable straight couple.
The second one, the painful bed scene, is surprisingly long and paused. It gives us the time to build our expectations and have them subverted. It begins with a very close shot of Dale's distraught expression. We know that there must be a man lying beside him but I would have never expected him to be recognizable. He could have been sleeping with the back turned to the camera so we would've never known his face. Although he remains a nameless hook-up, he's still treated with dignity. It makes you consider all the souls dancing in that bar, with fears and dreams no so different from Dale's probably. Also his sleeping pose, I don't think is random at all. It's languid and inviting like an improvised Endymion and it adds yet another layer of sadness to the already melancholic scene. It's like we are being told "look at what Dale is missing" as he leaves the frame and the bed, blinded by his own shame to the beauty of the possibility.
I'm just so excited for what Emma Freeman will bring to IWTV!
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nat-without-a-g · 1 day
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I want Gerry to be the kind of kid who is like. Playing soccer because both of his parents were super into soccer but he actually wants to do something else. It can’t be the arts because Scary has her music and poetry and Linc has his dancing experience and he’s the mascot. It has to be something not related to physical activity or gaming or the humanities at all. Because like EVERY character is based on a trope and I want that to be his trope. He’s Troy in High School Musical but he doesn’t want to be a musical kid he wants to be something else…
Just imagine. Gerry is throwing an opportunity away, and Linc and Scary are like “but Gerry! This is your dream!” And Gerry turns around like “NO mom and dad! That was your dream! My dream is… to be A BUSINESS MAN!“ and Gerry takes after Ron Stampler.
Tbh it would actually make more sense if Gerry is the first kid to actually desire to be involved with the magical world, bc he’s gonna be the first person in like 5 generations in the Wilson or Stampler family to not have trauma with it. Gerry wants to be the chosen one and everyone is so concerned /J
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mrepstein · 21 days
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The Flat That Epstein Bought - Liverpool Echo - July 11, 1964
HOME - with the man behind the Beatles, Gerry and the Pacemakers, Cilla Black, Billy J. Kramer, etc, etc.
Reported by Barbara Anne Taylor
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I don’t want to brag or cause any jealousy, but I used to queue for the Saturday matinee at a cinema that was next to a furniture shop that was called Epstein and Son and that Epstein’s other son manages the Beatles.
And that is as exciting as dancing with a man who danced with a girl who danced with the Prince of Wales.
The other son is Brian, who has in his time pursued many careers until he found his present crock of gold. He did originally embark, with no lack of enthusiasm, on a career in his family’s furniture business.
CRAFTY CHERUB
“I was 21 at the time,” said Mr. Epstein, who looks like a sharp-clothed, crafty cherub, “and extremely interested in design and interior decorating - still am. I served,” he added stoically, “my apprenticeship with the Times Furnishing Company in Liverpool.
“I was fanatically keen on what I regarded as contemporary at the time. I felt quite a missionary zeal about it, so I wasn’t fired with enthusiasm about the furniture in my father’s shop. It all looked to me like greasy great walnut bedroom suites.
“I was full of notions about the customers really wanting the sort of furniture I wanted them to have. I overlooked the fact that my father is a successful business man because he knows what his customers want. However, I persuaded him to stock some of the furniture of my choice.”
When I asked Mr. Epstein if his chosen furniture sold, he received the question a trifle incredulously: “I saw to it,” he said stonily, “that it did” - and having subsequently witnessed something of his adroitness as a salesman, who can fail to believe him?
Mr. Epstein is clever at picking people; he picked his parents very wisely, for his indulgent father then set him up in his own furniture shop in Hoylake.
He was able to revel in the furniture of his choice and provide an interior decorating service to boot. “It was the interior decorating side I enjoyed most, I had lots of ideas and I love experimenting with colour.”
When I asked Mr. Epstein if he was able to submit his clients to his ideas he replied: “The customer is always right.”
Mr. Epstein inhabits the top floor and the roof, where he has potted plants and wrought iron furniture, and swinging chintz hammocks and a splendid view.
He has two bedrooms and a study and one large, long combined living and dining room, which is decorated in white, grapish green and amber and is inspiringly tidy.
“I can’t bear clutter, I’m obsessive about plainness and simplicity, in fact, this room looks cluttered to me,” he said, eyeing with some distaste this positive precedent for orderliness.
The Buyer of Antiques
“I like buying antiques, although I have no knowledge of them. I don’t care about their period or their history. I just care about their shape. I couldn’t live with only modern furniture now, you grow out of such utter devotion. It’s rather sad really.”
“I find it completely absorbing searching for exactly what I want but there’s really not much choice, is there? I mean, there appears to be a lot but when you get down to it there is really very little.
“And isn’t it sad when finally you’ve found exactly what you want, then you discover that it’s exactly what hundreds of other people want too. It sort of spoils the specialness of it.
“I found it an exciting experience furnishing my first home, it takes a lot of time and thought, because you are imprinting something of yourself there. I think there is something of me in this flat, though it’s not exactly right. I long to have a separate dining room... well, what I really long for is a house.
Knows What He Wants
“I know exactly what I want. I can’t describe it to you, I could perhaps draw it. It is certainly nothing like the castles and follies I keep being offered. It’s a house I’ve had in my head for ages, I’ll know it the moment I see it.
“Till then I’m happy here. I look forward to coming home, that’s the big test, and my friends seem to like it and that’s also important because I love entertaining.
“Yes the Beatles approve - at least they approve of most of the furniture: they were a bit scornful about the antiques. Paul is very fond of the rocking chair, but what they all approved of most was the way I had their photographs framed. Cilla thinks it is all fab.”
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edenstwiilight · 26 days
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Mitski in the tma/tmagp universe. Thoughts?
i’m not sure if you mean like.. if people listen to mitski in the TMA-verse but that’s how i’m taking it. do with this what you will. i haven’t listed to TMAGP yet so it’s just TMA archival crew!
jon: he has a few songs on his playlist, mostly the popular ones. s4-ish he starts listening to more because he can lay on the floor and miss his friends
martin: a fan. he has some good ones on his playlists and dances around to them sometimes. he puts on the really sad ones when he needs a cry. (he once laid on the floor in the hall of his apartment for a whole two hours with i bet on losing dogs blaring)
tim: that man is obsessed with her. merch, has been to at least once concert. he adores her vibes and music more than anything. the most underrated songs are in his playlist
sasha: wasn’t a huge fan for a long time until tim took her to the concert. then she was absolutely obsessed with her music, she has a playlist of just her favourite mitski songs.
melanie: look me in the eyes and tell me she’s not got a mitski tattoo on her shoulder, i dare you. she’s the most obsessed out of them all. she bet tim she could name more songs than him. (she can)
basira: a casual listener. she knows the popular ones but she’s not going out of her way.
daisy: is either obsessed or has absolutely no idea who she is. i can’t tell which one, and that’s hilarious to me.
BONUS:
gerry: hears the first note of one of her songs and immediately knows what song. he doesn’t know the name of the artist. he doesn’t even know all these songs are by the same person. he’s a fucking weirdo like that.
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acapelladitty · 10 months
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prompt: someone (preferably Bruce) is under Harvey's desk while he deals with some business
Gosh I wish that was me 😫😫😫
Tucked neatly away beneath the hard wood of Harvey's work desk, the warmth from Bruce's cramped, flushed body paired with the heat radiating from Harvey's thick legs made for a uniquely uncomfortable hiding place.
"Boss! Gerry phoned, says that Sionis' men have been spotted setting up around the fishery down by the western dock."
His vision limited, Bruce could only just peek out to see the open scowl which lay on Harvey's features as he stared down the pair of goons who had knocked on his door; a scowl constructed of such open malice that Bruce doubted either of them would dare to interrupt again.
One of the men spoke, his thick accent and nasal voice carrying across the room with ease.
Bruce's ears perked up at the information even as a wicked idea alit within his mind as his gaze once more flicked ahead to Harvey's painfully-hard cock - the length still slickened by his mouth despite the timely interruption which had forced him into hiding.
"Good. Now I know where the slimy bastard is hiding out."
The hoarseness of Harvey's voice amused Bruce no end and his fingers danced across the strained fabric of the split suit which covered Harvey's knees, slowing travelling up his thick thighs.
Smirking, Bruce relished in the tickle of the faux-moustache which remained loyally stuck to his upper lip even through all of the agitation it had endured.
"Hey, where's Matches? Did he split?"
The second goon voice entered the fray, his much deeper and brassy.
"When it's your damn business, I'll let you know."
Bruce dipped his head forward, wetting a sordid line up Harvey's cock with his tongue, and it was only Bruce's iron-grip on the clothed knees that prevent them from jerking up and striking against the hard wood table.
Despite the aggression in the tone, the subtle amusement did not go unnoticed as Bruce traced his fingers across the soft, velvety skin of Harvey's exposed cock, enjoying the way that it twitched towards his fingers, begging for more.
Well, it would be rude not to.
A strangled cough from above was quickly smothered by a soft noise, almost like a suited forearm pressing itself to lips.
"My plans for Sionis will wait until I've met with Cobblepot." Harvey stated, regaining some composure even as his hips rocked dangerously against Bruce's lips. "Do not move until I've given the signal."
Bruce dropped his lips to the weeping tip of Harvey's cock, tasting the pre-cum there as he teased and took advantage of the unfortunate predicament.
"Fuck." Harvey hissed, slamming a hand against the desk; the force causing the wood to vibrate around Bruce almost as a unspoken threat.
"You okay, boss?" The nasal goon asked.
"Fuck off out of my office." Harvey hissed, "And don't come back until I call you."
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bunysliper · 8 months
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Castle Ficlet: After Party (Time-Honored Tradition verse) 1/1
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After Party (Time-Honored Tradition verse)
 He hadn't been sure at first about skipping prom, but he's a believer now.
 Sure, they'd gotten dressed up – and oh, does Kate look amazing in her strapless dress and half-tied converses – and they'd gone to dinner with their friends, but when the time came to go to the dance, he and Kate had made their exit, slipping back into Gerry's car (thank goodness the man and his mother had parted on good terms) and grinning at each other as the others jumped into their limo and drove away.
 "Well, Ms. Beckett," he had asked, reaching over to take her hand and lift her knuckles to his lips. "Where would you like to go for the rest of our evening?"
 She'd had a plan for the whole night but she hadn't wanted to share it until then.
 "So," Kate drawls from her spot atop his grandmother's radio, "how was your prom night, Ricky?"
 Rick Rodgers grins, crossing the living room with their drinks in his hands. Kate leans back, lifting her chin.
 "Is it everything you'd hoped it would be?" she adds, taking the glass from him.
 He dips his head before she can take a sip, brushing his lips over hers. "A poetry slam where you got up and performed? It was awesome."
 "Yeah?" she asks, sounding almost bashful.
 "Oh yeah," he says, pressing another kiss to her mouth. "And this might be the best after party ever. All we need is to get settled and enjoy our time alone here at Chez Rodgers."
 "You picked a movie?" She pecks back, grinning at his nod. "I'll get changed."
 "I left my sweatshirt on the bed."
 Kate laughs, jumping down from the radio and ducking under his arm toward his bedroom.
 Rick runs into the kitchen, grabbing the popcorn he'd started before going to change and returning to the living room. He flops down on the couch, propping his feet on the coffee table as he waits for his girlfriend to return from getting comfortable.
 Yeah, it's been a good night.
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A soft Josh thought for this Wild Wednesday that I can’t get out of my head:
I can’t stop thinking about taking care of Josh while he’s working at home. Josh is busy scribbling away writing song lyrics at his desk. Not wanting to disturb him, you decide to do chores for him like washing dishes or doing his laundry. Then later on, you realize he probably hasn’t eaten anything or drank any water so you make him something and bring him water, and set it down next to him on his desk while he’s still scribbling away. You lean down and hug him from behind and kiss him on the cheek. You go to pull away when Josh catches your hand and pulls you into him on his lap and he nuzzles your neck and kisses you saying “thank you, sweet girl. Thank you for taking care of me.”
Ugh, he's such a sweetie. I can imagine him putting your hand to his face, resting his cheek against your palm as he closes his eyes and soaks in the warmth of your touch, and giving it a quick kiss as he lets your hand go. "I love you." He whispers as he looks up at you.
He hates being away like this, away in the way that he's only down the hall but practically locked away. He's always so thankful for your never ending patience. That night he finally emerges from his study as he watches you clean up the kitchen, music softly playing in the air.
Gerry Rafferty's Right Down the Line playing as you sway to the sound, cleaning dishes at the sink. He quietly comes up behind you and snakes his arms around your waist. You smile and lean your head back against his shoulder. "Hi." You smile. "Hi, pretty." He grins. He hums along to the song, swaying with you.
"I know how much I lean on you, only you can see, the changes that I've been through, have left a mark on me," he sings softly as he spins you to face him, his hands pulling you close. You smile as you relax against him.
"You've been as constant as the northern star, the brightest light that shines, its been you, woman. Right down the line." Josh smiles sweetly as he kisses the top of your head, relishing in your scent and warmth as he holds you, dancing in the kitchen together in the warm glow of the evening.
"Oh, Joshy-" "This is your song, baby. You're my everything. So good to me. My angel." He says as he holds your face in his hands. "I love you."
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rocksanddeadflowers · 5 months
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Doorkeay in your au doorkeay in your au doorkeay
The doorkeay <3 !!!
Gerry is a witch, and a fisherman. See, lots of place have societal norms of seeing magic users as unsettling and taboo, and occasionally towns make it illegal. So while witchcraft comes rather natural to him, and he still secretly does it for work (people still run to magic for aid plenty, even people who swear against it you know) he needs a more... 'respectable' job. One he enjoys/is good at. Wouldn't you know it he lives on the seaside and his father is also a fisherman! Boom! Problem solved! (He really does enjoy his work, even if it's strenuous and dangerous. It's just nice being out at sea any chance he gets.)
One time a storm caught him off guard, and he was knocked overboard. He woke up soaked to the bone on the deck of his porch, boat back in it's port. Writes it off, figures out he's already developing phenomena (it's fine he has the perfect spells to clear that up within a week or two) and focuses on taking time off to recover.
Wouldn't you know it, the next morning all the fish he caught and thought he lost appeared on his deck. Very weird.
The culprit? Ah, turns out to be a giant merfolk. Great to know those exist! Big friendly sharp (like, physically sharp) fellow.
So yeah Gerry is in his pajamas and has sick brain fog, turns around and sees giant mer-Micheal staring at him from the sea (concerningly close to his house) with absolutely glee. Scares the shit out of Gerry, but after trial and error communication, he figures Micheal is friendly.
Michael can't communicate verbally (well, he can in a merfolk sorta fish echo thing, but humans can't understand it nor can it be heard on land anyway) but he does have fairly human hands and an decent auditory understanding of what Gerry says. So over the course of Gerry's two week sick leave he teaches Micheal and himself sign language to better communicate, all the while slowly remembering through dreams and flashes that Micheal was the one to save him from drowning and take him home!
They become close friends pretty quick, Micheal checking in almost daily to see his human friend and give weird little gifts that Gerry cherishes dearly, and keeping up to date with the sign language lessons.
When Gerry is well enough to go fishing again, Micheal nervously stays close. It's a bit concerning, in a way, to have a great creature of the deep nearly surfacing next to your tiny fishing boat constantly. But in a way, it's not much scarier than the whales he's seen, and he trusts Michael now.
At some point, Gerry would actually jump into the water with Micheal, who is insanely shocked Gerry would willingly get in the water with him. Gerry definitely also puts his hands on Micheal's face and it's just very sweet and fluffy.
Also way down the road, I like to picture the whole main cast of the AU (dragon riders, including Jon, and doorkeay) all going to a little fair or something, a celebration at a local town. So everyone can dress up pretty and dance and have fun, but also specifically so Gerry can dig around his old spellbooks for something insanely hard to do.
Micheal loves his home at sea, but he still occasionally laments the idea of exploring the land, especially now that he's befriended Gerry. So obviously the solution is to find a spell that can temporarily shift Micheal into a human form. After loads of hardwork he actually manages to do it too! They all get to go to the dances together and Micheal gets to run around experiencing all the human stuff.
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