Tag Archives: cw: drinking

swallow me whole – ghostofgatsby

Edith’s Diner was the kind of place that slow-cooked their sauce and baked pasta dishes in ceramic crockery. Truckers, vacationing families, regulars, and the lost few who needed a hot meal and had nowhere else to go wound up at Edith’s.
Smith was one of those few.

A fic with truck stop hookers and angst.

Rating: Mature

CW: Sex Work, Miscommunication, Lying, Angst, mention of visiting a health clinic/being aware of sexually transmitted infections and HIV; mention of drinking
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the life of a drowning boy- playlist

A sequel playlist to a playlist for an original short story I wrote for creative writing, darkness within. It was about two brothers (one of which murders his girlfriends in a lake in their small Florida town); their relationship with their parents, and societal expectations.

But what if the boy who left and the boy who was left behind grew up?

Tracklist (and my vague-ish plot ideas) below the read-more. Note cw tags for both.
Dunno if the plot matches the mood of the music as well as the last one, but oh well.

Check out the Spotify playlist here.

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A Wedding, A Divorce, & A Funeral AU

Random headcanons/AUs that won’t get fics anytime soon. If anyone wants to add on/chime in/create something, feel free.

cw: parental death, death, grief/loss, drinking, (past) relationship issues/breakup
If I need to tag something, let me know.

First a wedding. Then a divorce. Now, a funeral.
After Smith’s best friend got married, Smith eloped with the girl he’d been seeing at the time and moved out West, just to forget about being in love with Trott since they were kids.
But, it didn’t work out. Both his marriage, and the forgetting part. He spends time from job to job as a listless bachelor, not really satisfied but not really knowing what to do with his life.
Then he gets a phone call- Smith’s only parent dies, and he’s left with an empty house to himself back in his hometown. Filled with regret and wanting to make up for all his years doing nothing worthwhile, he moves back home.
And who would show up at the funeral viewing but his former best friend Trott and his husband Ross.

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February Fic Recs

On February 10th, 11th, and 12th, you’re invited to rec your favourite fics, from the all time faves to the WIPs you’re currently enjoying.

I went through my bookmarks on ao3 from 2016 and picked out some fics.
Most of these aren’t Yogs/Hats, because I wanted to showcase more outside of that fandom.  There are lots and lots that I’m certain I’ve forgotten. If you’ve written in the same fandom I do- thank you for sharing your work. I hope to see more in the coming year, but if not, you and your work are still appreciated all the same. So, thanks!

Also, let it be known the only fandom I consider myself to be “in” is Yogs/Hats, because that’s what I write in and mostly interact in.
I do, however, read anything that interests me in pretty much any other fandom, whether I’ve seen content from it or not. Find something you thing I’d like? Feel free to rec me it down below, or on Discord or something.

Fics are sorted alphabetically by title. Summaries are italicized, and my comments are in parentheses. Archive Warnings will be listed where applicable, otherwise, there are none. Mind the tags, and happy reading ^^!

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Cigar Boys GTA AU

Random headcanons/AUs that won’t get fics anytime soon. If anyone wants to add on/chime in/create something, feel free.

In which Ghost mainly just drooled over guys on instagram and needed a reason to link a million pictures– I mean, uh, you know, a car-stealing gang AU. Those are cool, right?

cw: smoking, guns, gangs, drinking; GTA-style hijinks, blood, minor wounds, explosions

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Trust Fall- Everyone Has Tattoos AU

Clearing out the random headcanons/AUs/rough drafts in my Googledocs that won’t get fics anytime soon. If anyone wants to add on/chime in/create something, feel free.

Here’s some tattooed angst for your Thanksgiving. I think this started out with Smith saying “my rose is in bloom” in some vid, and somehow that evolved into everyone having tattoos.
And then I ended up putting a lot of personal feelings into Trott’s character.
Even though this is a lot of information (and a stupid amount of links) I don’t think it’s a story that I’m going to finish. So. Here’s the framework. Hope you enjoy.

playlist here, tracklist here.

cw: tattoos, piercings, smoking, drinking, sex, mental health issues, brief sexual harassment, brief gendered slur?, mention of medication, mention of needles.
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‘Tis safer to be that which we destroy – ghostofgatsby

“Who the fuck are you?” Sips asks, looking frantically around himself for an exit. He’s being penned in.
Slowly, two, three, four humanoid figures rise up- gray golem-like forms made from the ground beneath his dress shoes. The figures are silent as they shuffle closer. Their arms reach for Sips robotically. He can’t pull away when hands wrap around his forearm, his shoulder, his wrist.
“Hey, let go! Fuck off!” He starts to struggle, and the figures’ grips tighten painfully.
Another concrete hand reaches for Sips, but before it can touch him, the bond erupts.

Rating: Mature

CW: minor violence/injury; mention of gun/gunshot wounds/attempted murder/viscera/actual murder/blood; arguing; smoking; drinking; talk about death and personal sacrifice (not the ritual kind); minor depressive mood
If I need to tag something else, let me know.

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