#in other news happiness and looking for somebody (to love) have made it onto his playlist

[abiiors]

pt 2 of the bf listens to the 1975 saga — i’m making him listen to abiior today

[vivwritesfics]

Set The World On Fire

Chapter Seven

Lando Norris had been incredibly angry when they met. Incredibly angry, but sweet enough to help her. Turns out he just needed somebody to talk to, somebody to be there for him.

He was easy to fall for, and that put her in a world of danger

Mafia AU

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Warnings: smut, blowjob, face fucking, cum swallowing

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The ceremony was lovely. The church was beautiful, the bride was beautiful, everything was beautiful. Lando walked his sister down the isle. At the alter, Lando's sister tried to keep a hold of him, but he pulled away, coming to sit beside his date.

Lando grabbed her hand. She looked away from the ceremony for one second, making sure he was okay.

He wasn't okay, but she couldn't tell. Lando was stoic, his face unmoving but for the tick in his jaw. She tightened her grip on him and he squeezed her hand in return. This was killing Lando, and he couldn't tell her.

If it was up to Lando, they would have been out of there the moment they said their 'I do's'. But, for his sisters sake, he had to stay. He had to go to the wedding reception, to make sure she was okay, to ask Oscar to look after her when he went back to England.

"Are you okay?" Asked Y/N as they walked out of the church. She hadn't been able to stop looking at Lando through the ceremony, hadn't been unable to notice the way he wasn't smiling.

Lando sucked in a breath and turned his attention towards her, finally wearing a smile. But his smile didn't reach his eyes. He kissed the top of her head and led her to the car that would take them back to the house. He owed her an explanation, he knew, but that wasn't a job for today.

Lando tried to make the most of the wedding reception. He danced with his sister, made sure she would be okay and that he didn't have to threaten to murder her now husband. He got her something to drink, made sure she was never alone.

When the wedding began winding down and the songs got slower, Lando danced with his girlfriend. He held her close, his hand in hers, his other hand on his waist. "This has been so lovely," she whispered as she laid her head on his chest.

Lando hummed. He couldn't tell her the truth, that his sister wasn't marrying for love, and it was unlikely she'd be happy. "We should get going," he whispered. "Gotta head home pretty early."

She looked around at the empty garden and nodded. They were two of the last people left and, suddenly, it felt as though they were overstaying their welcome.

Hand in hand, Lando pulled Y/N over to his sister. He said a long goodbye, pulling her close and whispering what Y/N could only assume were words of congratulations. But, actually, Lando was threatening her new husband. She tried not to sob as she said goodbye to her brother.

Lando slipped his hand into Y/N's and pulled her out of the house. "I didn't get a chance to speak to Oscar," he muttered more to himself as he pulled open the car door for her.

"Who's Oscar?" She asked as he slipped into the seat beside her and the driver took them to the hotel.

Lando spent the short drive back to the hotel telling her all about Oscar. There wasn't much he could say without spilling everything to her. She listened, leaning against him, holding onto one of his arms.

At the hotel, Lando held open the car door for her. He held her hand as they walked through the hobby, heading into the elevator.

As soon as the elevator doors slid shut, Lando's lips were on hers. He held her softly, gently as he pressed his lips to hers. She wrapped her arms around him, leaning against him.

His hands moved from her waist, travelling back towards her ass. "I want you," he whispered against her lips as he pushed her against the wall of the elevator.

When it came to a stop and the doors opened again, they pulled away from each other. She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the elevator, running down the hall to the room that they shared.

Lando was a brilliant multitasker. He kept her pressed against the door to their hotel room, his lips against hers as he fished through his wallet, searching for their key card. He grabbed it and pushed it into the door, opening it in one beat.

"Lan," she whined as he pushed her backwards.

They were oh so close to the bed, the two of them stumbling onto the comforter. But they were quick to adjust themselves, Lando's body on top of hers, holding her in place.

Her hands were in his hair, pulling at her curls." Lan," she called again, tugging at his curls slightly to pull him away. He let out a groan, his eyes shutting as he moved away. "Are you okay?"

It was a question he didn't want to answer. He went to dip his head towards her again, but she moved her head to the side. "Talk to me."

Letting out a sigh, Lando sat up. He rolled off of her and loosened his tie. "I hate this," he mumbled, sitting against the headboard. "I've spent my entire life trying to protect her, and I've handed her off to some asshole."

She sat up with him, moving back against the headboard. She placed her hand on top of his, urging him to continue. "I just, I feel like I've let her down. If I could, I'd go back to that house, get her and bring her home." But he couldn't, not without putting so many people at risk. Now that the Sainz family knew of Y/N's existence, it would be putting her in danger, too.

This was the point where she realised that she had no idea what was going on. She leaned against him, wrapping her arms around one of Lando's. "She's got your friend Oscar with her, right?" Lando nodded his head. "Well, if she's unhappy, I'm sure she or Oscar would call you to come get her."

Lando kissed the top of her head. She didn't realise just how right she was.

Using all of his strength, he pulled her into his lap and kissed her again. It was slow and sweet and oh so full of emotion. When Lando pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers. "Thank you," he whispered. "You're wonderful."

He kissed her again, and she kissed him back. Her arms wrapped around his neck, fingers in his hair as she moved against him, hips grinding against his.

Lando grabbed her hips, helping her to move against him. "Fuck," he groaned against her lips. When she tugged at his hair he moaned, but she quickly moved his fingers down to his shirt, unbuttoning it.

When she pushed his shirt off of his body, she couldn't stop herself from kissing down his chest and leaving marks.

She got down to his trousers, and Lando pulled her back up. "You don't have to do this."

"Yeah," she replied. "I don't. But I want to, Lan. Do you want me to?"

He swallowed as he nodded. She kissed him once before unbuttoning his trousers. She pushed his trousers down his legs and Lando stepped out of them, leaving him in just his boxers.

Again, he grabbed her, lifting her hand to his mouth and kissing it. "I don't want you to do this if its just to make me feel better."

"Lando, I promise you, I want to do this," she said, reassuring him again.

She gently pulled herself away from him and dropped her to knees in front of him. Lando watched as she pulled his boxers down, letting him spring free.

She sucked in a breath. "'S pretty," she whispered, and Lando couldn't stop the small laugh that escaped his lips.

"I don't think anybody has ever called my dick pretty before."

"Everyone you've ever fucked must've been blind, then," she quickly retorted as she wrapped her fingers around him.

Lando couldn't get out a response. He choked when she began moving her hand up and down his shaft.

Before Lando knew it, she brought him into her mouth. She gently sucked the tip before taking him all the way into her mouth.

"Fuck!" Lando cried. His hips jutted forward and he knotted his fingers in her hair, stilling her. "Let me know if you want me to stop," he said. Still holding him in her mouth, she nodded.

Lando began. His hips were slow at first, gentle. But soon his eyes were shut and he was full on fucking her face. Drool ran down her chin as he used her mouth. And she loved every second of it.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he whispered as he began to slow. His grip on her hair loosened and he went to pull away, but she kept going. "Wait, fuck, I'm gonna-"

And then he did. He came in her mouth and she happily swallowed it down.

Still on her knees she pulled away from him and blinked up at him. "You got a condom?" She asked and Lando shook his head. "Shit," she whispered and shook her head. "Well, we'll just have to have another kind of fun."

She stood up, pushed Lando onto the bed and climbed on top of him.

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[happeehippie]

instagram j.b.

summary: follow along with joe and his fiance evie as they go through joes football career.

*face claim is yasmin quintana*

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evie

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evie: 🤍🤍🤍

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user: did you notice that you made top 10 hottest NFL wags?

> evie: the peak of my existence

user: OK! This is so freaking cute

user: and what happens when i have to go to therapy over this?

> evie: we love therapy?

joeyb_9: all of my favorite things in just a few photos.

> evie: lots of happy moments..

user: how did you get a photo with my in laws?

user: you’re all so happy together i’m obsessed!

user: not momma and papa burrow!!

> evie: truly the best people ever. 🧡

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: Jon Snow

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user: kiss me now

user: Joe sucks

millyg: joe burrow is cool.

user: trashhhhhh

user: mr. can’t win a superbowl

evie: winter is coming 😉

user: goat frfr

user: they know nothing about jon snow

evie

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evie: onto the next..

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user: can i say ur the cutest ever

> evie: pls do

user: go bengies

> evie: bengies all dey!

user: the fact you never miss a game? get a life.

> evie: in the wise words of dani rojas.. Football is Life

joeyb_9: babe in the jungle. 😍

> evie: 🥰

user: love the fit!

user: Ev are you back to hanging out in the comments??

> evie: i’m always hanging in the comments

joeyb_9:

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joeyb_9: Uninvited Guests

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user: you are HIM joe burrow

user: Joe you the best

user: snow shiesty

user: sad sorry qb

evie: my favorite/least favorite time of the year. i need a new coat.

> joeyb_9: don’t be a baby, you’re supposed to be the queen of the north. 🥶🥶🥶

user: proud of you joe!

user: jealous of the snowflakes

evie

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evie: mills said it’s getting too cold for this shit

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user: i played against joe in fantasy this week 😭

> evie: rip

user: isn’t this fit kind of basic?

> evie: ouch

joeyb_9: you can have my hand warmer

> evie: the sacrifices you make 🥰

user: i will never understand your relationship, he’s famous he can have anyone he wants.

> evie: it’s the people who know the least that always have the most to say..

millyg: i am never going to a playoff game again. not in this weather my guy.

> evie: you’re kind of lying dude

joeyb_9

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joeyb_9: The journey continues

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user: does joey b reply?

> evie: our text messages are proof that he doesn’t

user: keep moving forward

lahjay10_: we be back brother

evie: boo kc

> joeyb_9: what do they say? tomato tomato?

user: somebody stop KC

user: joe shiesty for president

> evie: i support this

evie

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evie: *gasp* she’s not wearing a joe burrow jersey!

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user: congratulations to the Bengals! what a great season!

> evie: 🧡🧡🧡

user: i’m sorry but can i marry ur bf?

> evie: not if i get there first 😉

user: who dey no matter what

joeyb_9: is this what it feels like to be cheated on?

> evie: it’s not what it looks like…

user: not me being behind you while you pounded back these ultras! you’re the best!

> evie: i was totally sober. 🥴

lahjay10_: nah if you gon wear anybody jersey number shoulda been mine!

> evie: i can see this was a major mistake

evie

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evie: goodbye goodbye goodbye.. you were bigger than the whole sky. (what a season joey, i luv u).

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user: it broke my heart they lost..

user: who dey nation is proud of this team

> evie: forever..

user: leave joe and date me instead.

> evie: omg, usually it’s the other way around. i’m glad someone loves me!

joeyb_9: i can’t get enough of you.. thank you for being so supportive. 🤍

> evie: it’s a wonderful life with you.

user: i want you and mama burrow to post together more often.. i love her

> evie: my game partner for life and one of my best friends. we love mama burrow.. 🧡

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[thatsdemko]

the other man - c.leclerc & l.norris

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the right man (part two)

requested: n

pairings: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: teasing + angst (if you squint) + mentions of cheating + mentions previously established relationships + mentions of hookups & flings + a small hinted mention of Daniel (if you squint) 🥲

a/n: will there be a part two? I don’t know! it depends on what the reaction to this fic will be 😅 that will determine what I do with this. inspired by this photo from today

exactly three summers ago charles leclerc was all that ever consumed your mind. you woke up thinking about him and went to bed thinking about him. he had you wrapped around his finger and he had the slightest idea of it.

all summer long you were flirtatious until the last night before your departure to the states. that’s when he made the move and gave you the night you could never forget. he worshiped you like you wanted, he held you like you’ve never been held before, and he gave you the satisfaction you always wanted him from.

but that was three summers ago. back when he was just beginning to date Charlotte, and you were leaving to a whole other country. you both were on such opposite ends of life, it wasn’t meant to be. but now? you’re back home in Monaco, and life is all so similar to the past. you’re back home, but somebody else occupied your mind. Lando Norris.

Lando knew how to make you feel like the most important person. his dedication and attention to detail was beyond what you could’ve imagined, but it was his way of showing you he cared. because truth be told, he loved you. and you were his whole world.

it’s now training days ahead of the Bahrain Grand Prix. the Monégasque man who once occupied space in your brain, was no longer a thought. it was now taken by lando, but a part of you was just now beginning to think about him, you knew you’d have to see him. the chances weren’t small unfortunately, they were huge.

lando’s fingers are intertwined with yours while you both enter the paddock. he’s excited to show you off, the last time he did so it backfired in his face, but this time he’s sure it’s going to last. you’ve been dating for more than 6 months, he’s sure this one will stick.

“good morning!” lando is greeting everyone, cheerful from ear to ear as fans, team members, drivers, and crew are responding back with their morning cheers. he’s not only ecstatic to show you off, but he’s got anxious adrenaline pumping through him to get back on the grid. he missed competitive racing.

“lando!” the familiar cheer perks up your ears, you both turn your heads in the direction you hear it from and there comes the Ferrari driver, in a red polo and ray-ban sunglasses, catching up to you both. you can feel your breath slow watching his hand claps onto your boyfriends shoulder, “how are you, mate?”

“happy to be back, you?” lando’s hand squeezes yours tighter, he notices you fall silent beside him. he’s been made aware of your three summers ago one nightstand, but as long as you swore you were past Charles, he’s got nothing to worry about.

“me too, and you’ve got a new teammate—plus girlfriend I see.” Charles points to you, your heart nearly stops when he makes eye contact with you.

squeezing lando’s hand harder, the Brit pulls his eyes away from his friend to you. he doesn’t need to look any further into you to know you’re anxious. he presses a kiss to your temple that’s reassuring, you’re almost to the mclaren hospitality and this conversation would be over.

“well I’ve been told you know her, this is y/n.” lando and you stop in front of the mclaren hospitality. Charles tilts his sunglasses towards the bridge of his nose to get a better look at you, he barely recognizes you from three summers ago, but the faint nervous smile on your lips is what ha remembers most.

“ah yes, nice to see you.” he extends his hand, and you gladly shake it. it felt odd, how many years ago he was riding around in the backseat of your car with the music blasting, and now he pretends like you were just merely a speck in his life.

“yeah, good luck out there.” your voice is faint as it leaves your lips. you’re not sure he catches what you say, but he’s walking away now and you both are heading to join Oscar and other crew members inside.

“weird.” lando whispers, he whips open the door, making sure to hold it for you to make your way inside. you wait for him, extending your hand for his in which he gladly accepts.

you’re unsure what’s weird to him, because sure the interaction was far from normal, but what did he want Charles to say? did he want him to outright say you both slept together? you couldn’t imagine how lando would’ve reacted to that.

“what’s weird?” you ask slipping into an empty chair removing a pair of sunglasses from off your head setting them on to the table in between of you both.

“that he just doesn’t recognize you. if I had slept with you, I’d remember.” he allows a little chuckle to escape, before shutting his mouth entirely.

“it was three summers ago, lando. he’s been with Charlotte, I’m sure I’m easy to forget.”

and like that, he drops it.

—

you’re not sure what’s gotten into you, maybe it’s the two glasses of red wine, but you found yourself knocking on the Ferrari motorhome. a part of you hopes he’s not there, but there’s still some hope seeping through your heart.

you tried your best to forget this morning. the sunglasses tilted down his nose, eyes searching you for some sort of sign that recalls you to him. it’s all agonizing for you.

you knock once more after no reply for another few seconds and the door slowly opens barely a third, but just enough to reveal who’s eyes were staring back stop you.

he drops his shoulders, exhaling a loud sigh, and opens the door further to allow you inside. you push your body past his plopping down on the couch watching him lock the door behind him.

“so I’m just dead to you? like I don’t even exist anymore?” you huffed, arms crossing over your chest, his eyes lower as he moves across the motorhome.

“mon amour, don’t act like that.” his voice is cold, sending chills down your spine, you’ve never seen him this way before. his demeanor is different than the one he showcases to the world.

you drop your arms to the side, eyes focusing on the ground unable to look him directly in the eyes, feeling defeated, “you just didn’t seem to care.”

“you’re with lando now. I can’t care.” he drops down beside you, his hand grazing your knee. he won’t lie, it shocked him to see you with lando, it had been so long since he’d seen you, but he didn’t expect you to fall in the arms of another formula 1 driver.

“so you did care?”

“why does it matter if I care?” his cold finger tips gently touch your chin making you pick your head up from your stare at the floor. his eyes are soft, and you begin to pick up his new features like the little hairs on his chin and upper lip, the collection of rings on his fingers, and tussled brown hair. he looks handsome despite his lazy look.

“mon ange, you need to leave.” he pulls his fingers away, stopping all of his filthy thoughts to get the best of him. he wants to slam your body against the wall and make you regret dating lando, he wants to remind you he’s the best you’ll ever have.

“what if I don’t want to?” you lick your lips, allowing your finger nails to rake up and down his bicep, you can tell he wants that. he’s pulling away, but every part of him screams to stay put.

“what would lando say?” he’s trying to pull away, but his body is gravitating to close the gap between you both, his thigh is pressed against yours. finger nails still trailing up and down his arm.

“fuck lando, I want you.” you go to move your lips onto his, but he’s pulling away despite every thought in his mind. he has to because he knows if he starts he won’t be able to stop. he wants to, and you know that, but he can’t hurt lando and that’s the only sane thought running through his mind.

“I think you need to leave.” he whispers, unable to look you in the eyes. it’s not what he wants, but it’s what’s needed to be done. you both know that, and if it wasn’t for the wine in your system you would’ve never came here in the first place.

“fine, I’ll see you around.” you stand up from the couch stopping in front of him before heading out the motorhome door, “don’t say you didn’t want this because I know you did, but that’s your fault.”

and just like that, you’re out the door making sure to slam it behind you. his heart aches, allowing his face to fall, his back to slam against the wall dropping to his knees.

what did he just do?

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[deakyjoe]

Somebody’s Watching Me: Tea For Two Deleted Scene

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader (she/her, “Sarge”, British, backstory)

Category: coworkers to friends to lovers with grumpy x sunshine dynamic/idiots in love

Summary: Your lieutenant joins you for a cup of tea.

Warnings: tension, banter, flirting, mention of dead hamster, mask is off, domestic Ghost (he sits and has tea), Ghost doing normal things (he sits and has tea), British terminology/slang

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: HAPPY ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF THE FIRST CHAPTER OF SOMEBODY’S WATCHING ME!! 🥳🥳 I cannot believe I started it so long ago, it’s crazy. This is for everyone who has read, enjoyed and supported me along the way. This takes places directly after the first chapter.

Consider buying me a coffee :)

The door of your flat creaked open, accompanied by the awful sound of your keys falling out of the lock and crashing to the floor uncermoniously. You winced at the sound but said nothing, sticking your foot out to prevent the door from slamming closed again right onto your face. You didn’t need a broken nose right now. The hinges were loose but you couldn't be bothered to tell your landlord, or fix it yourself, since you weren't even living there most of the time.

You stepped into your flat quickly, ushering your lieutenant in behind you. "Welcome to my humble abode." 

Ghost went to close the door behind him but stopped when it just swung shut by its own accord.

"Very humble." You re-iterated. It wasn't the Ritz, that was for sure.

He made no comment on the state of the door, despite clearly having some thoughts if the slight frown on his face was any indication.

"You live alone?" He asked, taking a nice long look around at your flat. You wondered if he was judging the trinkets scattered all over the place and the lack of real decor.

You nodded, shrugging your coat off of your shoulders and hanging it over the back of a chair. "Yeah. Used to have a hamster but he died a few months back." 

You missed Señor Duncan.

He blinked at you slowly and said nothing so you rushed off into the kitchen with your bags clasped tightly in your hands to make the tea and avoid further awkward conversation. You tried desperately to come up with a new topic to talk about when you got back to him.

But he had other ideas. As you turned to get the milk out of the fridge, Ghost was stood in your doorway watching you.

"You can sit down, lieutenant." You assured him, not needing him hovering as you made the two cups of tea. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

He took a moment to answer. "Here to make sure you make my tea right."

You scoffed. "I know how you take it, sir."

The double meaning of that statement hung in the air between you for a few seconds.

"I've seen you make tea about a million times on base so..." The clarification probably didn't help you. In fact, it made the previous sentence even more glaring.

"Okay." He nodded. "I trust you."

The way he said it wasn't convincing.

The kettle clicked behind you but you ignored it.

"Got any biscuits?"

You shook your head. "Nothing you’ll like, no."

"Hmm." 

"Sorry." Your jaw clenched tight.

"Don't be sorry."

You broke off the staring contest that was happening between you, knowing he'd probably win in the end anyway, and turned around to actually make the two of you a drink.

The thought that this may have been a bad idea plagued you as you watched the teabags drown in the boiling water. You were just trying to be friendly. Maybe friendly with your lieutenant wasn't good. Although, he agreed to come. So some of this was on him.

Ghost was silent behind you but you assumed he was still there. You could feel his gaze burning into the back of your head, the hairs on your neck and arms standing up on end. When you were done, you turned to find him stood a lot closer to you than he had been just a minute or so prior.

His hand was stretched out ready to take the mug from you. "Thank you, sergeant."

"You're welcome, lieutenant." You croaked back at him, unprepared for how close he was. You could smell him, the distance was that small. You begrudgingly admitted to yourself internally that he smelt nice. Of course he did. You avoided looking at how his hands enveloped the cup you'd handed to him. "Umm, living room?"

“Not going to put your things away?” He lazily gestured at the bags sitting on the kitchen counter.

“Oh… it can wait a while.”

He nodded and followed you as you swerved around him, mouthing oh my god to yourself as you walked away. In the lounge, you settled on the sofa and were not surprised in the slightest when he chose to sit in the other chair, his large frame consuming the cushions almost completely. He looked comical.

There was a brief moment of tense silence between you and just as you opened your mouth to say something, say anything, he cut in.

"Want a chocolate digestive?"

Your teeth clicked shut. "Uh, sure!"

Sipping on your tea to hide your face behind the mug at the way-too-upbeat tone of your response, you burnt your tongue on the scalding liquid. Luckily, your lieutenant was too distracted by pulling the pack of biscuits out of the carrier bag at his feet that he didn't take any notice of you.

When he held out the packet to you, you tentatively took one and started nibbling on the edge. You were really unsure of what to do with yourself. Think. Just think of something to say.

"So, what does Lieutenant Simon Riley do for fun when he's on leave?"

Idiot.

"Not this." He grumbled.

"Not what?" Of course he didn't do this, this was the first time this had happened.

"Socialising."

Oh.

"Then why did you agree to come here?" You asked, frowning. Seemed a bit silly to you honestly.

Ghost said nothing, just stared back at you.

So you filled the silence by rambling. "You didn't have to. Just because I asked you to. Don't feel forced or anything. I mean, like, you never listen to me in the field. So why is it different out here? Don't think you have to be polite. I'm a grown woman, I can take no for an answer."

"Christ, you talk a lot."

You frowned. "Sorry."

"Between you and Johnny I don't know how I don't get more headaches."

"Charming." You snapped back despite the pull of a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

He continued on. "Without the two of you I'd get some silence once in a while."

"How boring."

"How peaceful."

"Overrated.” You waved your hand in a dismissive motion. “I think a couple of hyper sergeants are a lot more fun."

"If you'd like." He took a mouthful of his tea and you wondered if he was hiding anything behind the cup. A smile, a smirk, just something. Probably not.

You decided to pry. "You never answered my question."

He sighed. "What question?"

"What do you do when you're on leave?"

"What do you imagine I do when I'm on leave, hm?" He evaded the question by shooting back one of his own. Tricky bastard.

You shrugged. "Mope at home all day probably." 

"Mope." He repeated back to you.

"You seem like a moper."

He didn't reply.

"I think it's a fair assessment."

"Based on what?"

You barked out a short laugh. "Based on everything!"

"For all you know I could be the life of the party when on leave." He drained the rest of the tea from his mug in a few steady gulps, adam's apple bobbing in his throat. Your mouth hung open for a second as you watched.

"You just admitted you don't like to socialise. Or like how loud me and Soap can be. I seriously doubt you're the life of any party." You deadpanned, noticing how your cup was still mostly full.

"Should I take offence to that, sergeant?" He asked, resting his own cup between his knees.

Your eyes flickered down towards it. "Didn't say it was a bad thing necessarily."

"But it can be?"

"If you're boring in general, I guess."

"I see."

Your back straightened in defence. "I'm not calling you boring, sir! In fact, I think you're rather interesting. I was just saying it can be bad if you are always boring. Which you are not."

"This might be my cue to leave, you don't seem so sure." His head tilted to the side. "Very enthusiastic to prove you don't think I'm boring. Too enthusiastic."

"That's just my general demeanour." 

He nodded. "I'm aware."

"Now I feel like I should be insulted."

"And why's that?"

"You seem disgusted."

He repeated your words back to you. "That's just my general demeanour."

So you did the same. "I'm aware."

"Hm, clever." He grunted, glancing down at the empty mug. "I should probably go."

"If you want." You watched him shift in his seat.

His eyes shot back up to meet yours. "Kicking me out, sergeant?"

"No. Just not going to insist that you stay if you want to leave."

He nodded and looked around the room. "You should get another hamster."

What an odd thing to say.

"Why?" You questioned, putting your cup down on the coffee table and gesturing for him to do the same.

"You're a social creature. Could probably use the company."

"A social creature. Gee, thanks." You rolled your eyes at him. "I have friends, y'know?"

"Seen 'em since you've been home?"

"Haven't had the opportunity yet." You mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

"Mhm." He hummed, not needing to say anything to get his point across.

You didn't even bother responding, what good would it do? You just watched him rise from the seat and pick up his plastic bag of stuff, following him when he started towards the front door.

Neither of you exchanched pleasantries as you opened the door and held it open with your foot, you didn't need to pretend that this was anything less than awkward and slightly odd altogether. There was no oh this was nice we should it again sometime. The exchange was very short.

"Do you want me to drive you home?"

"No, I don't live too far."

"Okay."

Silence.

Tense silence.

"Goodbye, lieutenant."

"Goodbye, sergeant."

And then he was gone.

A/N: thanks for reading!!

[eddiemunson-mylove]

BestFriend!Eddie being the ultimate comfort

Fluff | 0.7K

Eddie knew from the shift in his atmosphere what kind of day you had been through. He was sat on his couch one Thursday evening with a beer in hand when he was unexpectedly graced with your presence, barely a foot onto the threshold before he’s up and wrapping his arms around your middle as you defeatedly slump into him.

One hand came to rest on your lower back, drawing you into him, as the other cradled the back of your head into his shoulder. It was only a matter of seconds before your shoulders began to lightly shake, accompanied by intermittent sniffles.

“Oh sweetheart…” he coos gently and sways your bodies in synchrony as his thumb begins to rub against the back of your head. The pair of you carried on like this for what felt like an eternity. Eddie wished this could be true. Except this was only a fantasy of his; always just out of reach.

It had only been 5 months since you had moved into Forest Hills Trailer Park, moving to Hawkins in order to take control of your individuality. In a sleepy town where nothing ever happens and no one ever leaves, the calm was a welcome contrast to your previous life.

Wayne Munson was wistfully smoking on his porch when you had arrived with an abundance of boxes balancing in your car. He was quick to trot on over before you could even start, offering his strength that was very much appreciated after the long drive.

And that was how you met Eddie. He came bounding over moaning and groaning to Wayne about needing his spark plug replaced on his van before wordlessly joining in the effort of carrying box after box into your new home.

The two men then became your rock. Car troubles? Consider it fixed. Need a job? they know somebody who's looking. Need some food? Wayne always makes leftovers. And when the pressure of trying to be fully self-sufficient began to take its toll, Eddie was only a stones throw away to talk to. His advise may not always be useful or experienced, but listening was his forte.

So here he was, 5 months later, with his nose buried in your hair and taking all the affection you were willing to offer. He selfishly hoped that this would be the day. He hoped that every day was the day. The day when you finally realise that you are head over heels for him; just as he was for you. But his priority right now was that you needed him.

He finally leaned his torso back in order to get a better look at you, assessing your tear stricken cheeks and the slight drip from your nose. His biggest heartache was the forlorn expression in your eyes, wide and wet and straight up pitiful.

"What happened doll?" he asks gently, his eyes soft and sparkling. You simply bury your head into his chest and let out a dramatic sigh.

“Today can suck a bag of dicks” is all you say, the sound muffling in his chest but he caught every word and let out a deep chuckle.

“That bad huh?” he replies, met with your head trying to frantically nod into him, the friction from your forehead against his chest made him feel warm, and not from the heat that it caused. 

“I couldn’t think of anywhere I’d rather be to cheer me up. I’m sorry if you have plans… I can go if-” you start. Eddie brings one hand up to cup the back of your head again, keeping you in his chest as he cuts you off.

“I’m not doing anything sweetheart. Especially not now. I’m happy that you chose here.” he lulls as he begins to sway once more, the motion calming you to your core. This was exactly what you needed. Just Eddie as he was. No questions needed. Just his aura was enough to soothe your distress.

As the two of you sway together in his living room, it dawns on him that he needs these moments with you just as much as you needed him in this moment. His feelings for you were on the brink of erupting and he knew then that he needed so much more with you. He had so much more love and intimacy to give.

He placed a chaste kiss to the crown of your head and you weakly returned one on his chest before nuzzling your face back into him. He swore that his heart doubled in size.

He’d tell you one day. Maybe sooner than he planned after today…

[mlmxreader]

Die Maus und Der Bär | König x gn!reader

anonymous asked: hallo!!! i am back once again!!

first of all, i just wanna say, the könig x reader you did for me (the one where they knew each other before) was fucking awesome dude, top notch shit right there. 10/10 amazing. thank you <3

second of all, i was hoping to request a part 2 for it! maybe one where reader decides to actually join KorTac so they don’t have to leave him again. the prompt that sparked this idea was "I don't wanna miss you again" and i just think it would be very nice very cute

as always, keep up the good work! you’re amazing!!! (ALSO HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!) -🏹

summary: a single chance encounter with somebody that you used to cherish just about changes everything.

tws: swearing, brief mentions of violence

part one: Maus

"Nein," he shook his head. "I'm going to take you home. You can't stay... I never stopped loving you, (y/n)."

"Fuck you."

"I will write," he promised. "I don't want to lose you again."

König was risking everything just to take you home; his job, his livelihood, his friends, even his life, just to make sure that you got back. He found your address through various, somewhat illegal, manners but didn't really care; his top priority was to make sure that you got home in a single piece.

The flight was dull, you kept spitting venomous words in his face and hissing curses against him, and although he had no idea why you suddenly hated him, König didn't say anything about it.

The car ride back to your home was worse, but it was slightly better when you, very reluctantly invited him inside; it was a nice house, König could never refuse sleeping in a proper bed, although he did go a little bit shy as he admitted that he didn't actually bring anything with him - expecting to leave you at the door and return when he was back from deployment.

KorTac would kick his ass if they found out he had escorted you right to your front door, let alone that he had accepted staying the night.

If there was anything that König didn't want, anything that made his stomach churn and bile rise up to his throat, it was the thought of losing you; the thought of ever being apart from you, separated, made him feel sick to his stomach and made his hands shake. He didn't want to be without you, not again. He would do anything to be there at your side, he would do anything if he could just remain with you.

Deep, deep down, he knew that you felt the same, but he also knew that, right now, you were in pain; you were lashing out, and he knew why. He was to blame, he was an idiot and a fool and had been for years, he was the one who had left.

But he wasn't stupid, he knew that something was going on when you came up to him in the middle of the night, weeping and sniffling before you got into the bed beside him; he went stiff when you held onto him tightly, and pressed your face against him.

Something was going on. König knew it, and you did, too.

He didn't wear his mask. He didn't need to when he was around you. He very rarely wore shirts, and tried not to notice the way that you looked at the scars that littered his body with little more than guilt; as if each knock and scrape, every gunshot wound and stab wound, that he had sustained since he enlisted was somehow your fault.

Like you failed to protect him. Like you might as well have done it all yourself; of course, König tried to reassure you how he could, but every time he tried to speak to you as a friend, you would push him away.

"Fuck you! Don't fucking act like nothing's changed, you fucking bastard cunt!"

König never flinched. You could be shouting and bawling the house down, but he never so much as twitched; to him, it was a normal Tuesday. He could remember when the subject of your anger was bullies on the school grounds; whenever they so much as mildly taunted him, you were there, running to his defence every single time.

He had no reason to think of your little outbursts as anything other than you needing to express yourself, and he could live with that. If you wanted to shout, he could listen to you shout for hours. He just wished that you would stop pushing him away.

But it wasn't that simple, those things never were, as although you would have given anything and everything to have him back in your life, although you would have begged and pleaded and even tried bribery and blackmail in order to get into KorTac's ranks to be at his side again, you were still hurt; you had let him down, you had been his enemy, he had reminded you of times that you no longer thought of.

Secondary school, the realisation that you had loved him. When he sang 'The Last Stand' by Sabaton the first time he kissed you and told you that he loved you romantically.

You knew that he would never be permanently back in your life, you needed to push him away before you could even think of hurting him the way that he had hurt you when he first left; you didn't want him to feel that ache, to feel the bile rise in his throat whenever your name came to mind, you didn't want him to miss you if you were gone.

You wanted to save him, save him the pain and the agony and the grief and everything else; you didn't want him to get hurt because of you, you didn't think you could live with yourself if he did. It was best to push him away. Things would be better off if you pushed him away, you knew that, and you had a sneaking suspicion that he did, too.

Except, you couldn't deny that you did like having him around; when one night suddenly became one week, and one week suddenly became one month... you couldn't deny that you liked having him around. König reminded you of a time long gone, a time when you could get away with pinning cunts to the ground and breaking their jaws without worrying about getting court martialled; a simpler time, a better time... and maybe... maybe you did still love him.

Maybe you did still love him romantically, and maybe you didn't want to push him away so much anymore, even though you knew it was for the best and you kept telling yourself that you didn't want him to get inside your head and that you weren't thinking straight, you weren't being logical or rational; you were being a fool for wanting something, someone, you could never have again. You missed your chance years ago, why get another one?

"Mein Bärchen," König cleared his throat as he ducked enough to get through the doorframe, a yawn coming from the back of his throat as he pinned you to the side with his tired gaze. "You should be asleep."

You shook your head, puffing on your cigarette as you grumbled softly and bit back the yawn he had infected you with. "There's just a lot in my head right now, Maus."

"Wie was?"

You didn't want to say it, but the way that he was looking at you and your own exhaustion was chipping you away and breaking you down, so you sighed, putting your cigarette in the ashtray as you dared to shrug, taking a deep breath. "What if I transferred to KorTac?"

König fell silent for a moment as he thought about it, but then he smiled, raising his brows as he looked so fucking hopeful, so fucking joyful at the mere suggestion of such a thing. "Really?"

You nodded slowly. "Yeah... at least then, we'd still be together, right? And maybe... maybe we could start off where we left off?"

He grinned, swallowing thickly as he tried to hide his excitement. "You'd do that?"

"Yeah," your voice got a little quieter. "Yeah, I... fuck, König, I don't wanna miss you again... I don't wanna hurt you by making you miss me, either."

"Du bist mein Lieblingsbär," he chuckled softly. "Ich... nein. (y/n), if you joined KorTac... we would never be apart."

"That's the point," you told him. "Ich lie- meine Maus, I'll give my guys my two weeks notice tomorrow, and put in a request for a transfer to KorTac... ja? Klang gut?"

"Ja," he beamed. "Aber... come back to bed, bitte? Come back to me?"

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[bellarkeselection]

Friends chandler bing

Ross sees a ex girlfriend of Chandlers and brings it up to him " she's married chandler " chandler gets upset because he feels like she was the one

A week later

The gang goes somewhere and sees her crying she finds out the husband was cheating and she's pregnant

Moncia offers to take her in the rest is up to you.

I hope you have a good day !

The One Where Chandler Gets a Second Chance

Sitting on the floor of Monica’s bathroom floor I sighed leaning my back against the wall after throwing up just a few minutes ago. Today was not going as planned. In fact this entire month has been just hell for me. Nothing has gone right as I expected it would have. I had learned that my husband of four years has been cheating on me with one of his coworkers behind my back. Wiping underneath my nose I sniffed through some tears. “I’m telling you Chandler I saw her at the coffee shop.”

“I don’t want to hear it, Ross. You already told me the worst news of my life.” I heard Chandlers voice through the door where I instantly got curious.

As gently as possible to not make noise and tell them I was listening in I creaked the bathroom door open. They were standing behind the couch from what I could see. I peaked one eye through as Ross dropped his hands at his side. “Look man, I’m sorry but she is married after all.”

“It doesn’t matter, Ross. I have accepted that I will likely never end up with Y/n even though she was probably the one for me.” Chandler huffed causing me to whip my head back behind the door.

Lowering my hands down to my stomach I mumbled to myself remembering how happy and then shortly angry I was when I found out I was pregnant with my cheating husband’s baby. “Am I really about to put everything on the line….even if there’s a chance that he doesn’t want me?”

“Look man I get that you’re upset. But you shouldn’t give up on the possibility of finding love with somebody else.” Ross attempted to encourage his friend.

Getting to my feet I creaked open the bathroom door and the pair turned their heads at me. I lowered my gaze to the floor letting silence fill the room. I wasn’t sure how to even start this conversation. “Chandler, I want to tell you something…”

“What is it?” He slowly stepped towards me.

Ross could feel that this was going to be an intense conversation. “I’m going to go.” He quietly left the room shutting the door gently behind him leaving us alone to talk.

I didn’t know what to say to him right now. I thought I knew what I was going to say but now that I’m in the situation I completely have went blank. Clasping my hands together in front of me I focused my gaze onto Chandler. I have been friends with him since he met Ross in his college days. I had feelings for him but I met my husband at the same time and the rest seemed to be history after that point. “I found out that Ryder was…is cheating on me. And I am also pregnant with his baby….but funny enough it made me realize how I feel about you. How you’ve always been there for me, how you make me laugh, make me happy and everything else.”

“Well I’m glad you find enjoyment from me. Apparently other women don’t see me that way.” Chandler chuckled dryly with a nervous chuckle.

Stepping closer to him I finally met his gaze. “Those others women are dumb if they don’t see you the way I do. That you are really a great guy and anybody would be lucky to date you.”

“Are you saying that you have always had feelings for me…cause I’ve always felt you and I could be really good together. I just didn’t want to break up your marriage with Ryder. Does he know about the baby?” Chandler closed almost the whole gap between us.

I nodded slowly feeling my face turn red as I admitted. “Yes Chandler. I do have feelings for you.”

“Good then this won’t be as awkward.” He replied closing the gap holding my face in his hands, wrapping my arms around his neck I leaned into the kiss. He pressed my body against his moving one hand onto my hip where we just enjoyed the feeling of being together like this.

Breaking the kiss because I needed air I grabbed the front of his shirt in my fingers laying my head against his chest remembering about the baby and the fact that I didn’t want my husband to have anything to do with it. As far as I was concerned he wasn’t worthy of being a father. “You aren’t too worried that I am pregnant. I mean I can’t stay with Ryder. He doesn’t get to know his kid after he cheated.”

“Oh I’m nervous for sure Y/n. But I’ll…we’ll figure this out together.” He smiled wrapping his arms around me in a gentle hug. I hugged him back happy that things were seemingly getting better for me.

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[ballblender]

"You can't film here."

Uramichi Omota x singleparent!tvstationworker!reader

summary: uramichi finds reader in the prep room, awkwardness ensues.

(LMAO IDK WHAT TO LABEL THE READER AS - also not much of an actual romance fic, more like an extra scene (if that makes sense??))

cw: sfw, workplace, reader was previously married to a man, secret pining, uramichi's tiredness lol

First non-headcanon post - tell me if there's any errors, I do not check these over.

"Thanks for coming today everyone!"

"WOOO!!"

"Thank you Uramichi!"

The screams and shouts of joyful children ring throughout Uramichi's ears, as he forcibly stretches his smile beyond what he thought was even possible. It's not like he doesn't want to be smiling, but when it's part of the job description, it doesn't feel that fun anymore. It's not like the children hadn't noticed it too; the dark circles of tiredness under his eyes, fitted with his pale complexion, it was no surprise that Uramichi had started being nicknamed 'Panda Bear' by the TV station president's grandson; it's just a shame that his co-workers started calling him that too.

"Nice work today, Mr Panda!"

The grating sound of Derekida's voice: not exactly what he wants to hear right now.

"Now, go over to the Prep Room, we need you to star in the new segment next week, and we need to measure you for the pig costume!"

A pig? Of all things?

As Uramichi walks to the Prep Room, only the worst scenarios run through his mind. Is the pig costume multicoloured? Will I have to wear a snout? Will I have to walk on my hands and feet for the entire segment? Will I have to do gymnastics in the costume?

That's when he hears rustling, and the sound of a phone video recording starting.

He unlocks the door, scanning the room, making sure there aren't any theives; not that anything that comes out of Hanabee's mind is worth stealing...

He catches sight of you, panning the phone camera across the set pieces, costumes and props.

"Hey..." he says.

You jolt a little, ending the recording, and turning around.

"You can't film here." His expression isn't exactly one of strong conviction, but he's suspicious of you nonetheless.

You slip your phone back into your pocket and say "I know, I'm sorry, my kid just really loves 'Together with Maman', so I wanted to show him some of the things that we made for next week's segment."

His face softens a bit at your explanation, before his eyes fall onto the pig costume; and it drops again.

"...you made this...?" You can hear the tiredness in his voice: he's not looking forward to next week.

You let out a pathetic giggle, sympathizing with his dislike towards the - certainly interesting - design.

"Well, it was initially meant to look like this,", you show Uramichi a sketchpad with an array of concept designs, "but Hanabee was screaming about how "It's Wrong!" or "You need to do it again!", so this is the result of the last 5 days of overtime.".

Uramichi flips through the pages of the sketchpad; obviously, it's a pig costume, one design can't be that much better than the other, but your sketches showed real skill.

"These, are actually good." Uramichi says, turning page after page of the sketchpad, looking at previous rejected designs.

You smile, happy to meet someone who genuinely appreciates your efforts. "Thanks." You start walking over to your bags and begin packing.

Curious to learn a little more about somebody on the team with actual talent, he asks you a question.

"You said you've been working overtime, is your husband watching your kid right now?"

"Oh, we're not married anymore, but my ex-husband is looking after him until next Monday."

"Oh- I'm sorry." Uramichi is a little shaken, afraid he's just asked a personal question, or maybe reminded you of something you didn't want to remember.

You've heard it all before, so this really doesn't bother you.

"Don't worry about it, our split was amicable.", you smile at him reassuringly.

He smiles back, eased by your kindness.

"I'm glad to hear that." he replies.

But. It's a little awkward now. Neither of you feel like you can just leave after that. So.

Suddenly, Mr Derekida bursts in, marvelling at the different costumes and props, followed by Edei, who tells him to "Calm down."

You take this as your cue to leave, waving at Uramichi, who does the same, before walking out.

Edei walks up to Uramichi with a smirk on his face.

"...Did I do something?" Uramichi asks, genuinely confused.

Edei's brows shift in confusion, "You mean, they didn't say anything?"

"Say what?"

"Y/N? They said nothing to you?"

"Well, we spoke, but it was like 1 minute."

Edei sighs in disappointment.

"You didn't hear this from me, but," Edei lowers his voice as to not allow Mr Derekida to eavesdrop.

"I overheard Y/N talking to Tadano the other day. They've got the hots for you man."

A lot of thoughts flood Uramichi's head at once; What?: They’ve got a kid...: I probably should already have kids...: Do I make a move?: Do I wait for them to make a move?: Do I even want them to make a move? Who even says "got the hots for you" anymore?

Edei chuckles a little at Uramichi's face, which is still processing what he was just told.

Mr Derekida slaps Uramichi on the shoulder, slamming directly on the area where the strain is the most painful, causing him to groan a little in pain, while also bringing him back to reality.

"Hope your shoulder gets better before next week, the kids need to ride the pig-horse in order to save the fish from the knight!"

....What does that even mean? And is that why the costume is so, that?

Uramichi sighs for what may well have been the hundredth time that day, before taking his leave.

"AND REMEMBER YOUR LINES!" yells Derekida.

As he walks home, Uramichi remembers Edei’s words.

Perhaps he should take a chance…

oh shit, he was meant to be measured for the costume.

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Well thanks for reading, this took forever, I don't know how to feel, goodbye.

can you tell i've never wrote anything like this before. don't tell me actually.

[selenitesdawn]

Scoops Ahoy

pairing : max mayfield x buckley!reader

warnings : none

summary : y/n is robin’s younger sibling and loves hanging out at scoops ahoy with their sister and steve. and they are even happier when max and el come walking in with some pretty big news.

First Person POV

“No because that movie was boring as hell.”, Robin said while browsing through the same magazine she’s been reading the past few days.

“Literally not true but whatever you say.”, Steve replied while doing his hair in the reflection of the fridge.

We’ve been sitting in the back room of Scoops Ahoy for about half an hour now, since no one decided to come in. The past few weeks I would spend most of my time here. First and foremost, because of the free ice-cream. Secondly, because I surprisingly actually enjoy spending time with my sister and Steve. And lastly, my friend group isn’t really my favorite place to be at the moment. We didn’t fight or anything, but since El and Mike started dating, Lucas and Max have their thing going on and Dustin left for camp the entire summer, I didn’t really enjoy hanging out with them any longer. Will and I would meet up occasionally and play D&D, but besides that, I haven’t seen them much. Hearing Max and El just gush about their boyfriends all the time actually made me throw up. Especially whatever the hell is going on between Max and Lucas gave me the ick for some reason.

“But what do you know about movies Harrington?”, asked Robin, raising her eyebrow.

“Well, I-, I’ve watched movies before. What are you? Some kind of professional movie watcher?”, Steve responded acting offended.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I am. Plus I’ve got great taste. Tell him y/n.”, Robin countered.

“Yup, she’s got great taste.”, I responded.

“Of course you would say that y/n. Robin basically blackmails you with free ice-cream. But guess what y/n, I can give you just as much ice-cream, plus I can scoop way better than her.”, Steve said confidently.

“I would love to keep listening to you lying but I think somebody just came in. See you losers.”, and with that Robin was gone.

After Robin left I was just about to keep arguing about the fact that there is no way one person can scoop ice-cream better than another, but then I heard my sister calling for me.

“It’s your friends y/n!”, she shouted from the other side.

I guessed Will would come in to see me, so I got up and went to the counter. Because who else would come to visit me at this point. But to my surprise, it were the two people I would have least expected to see.

“Hi y/n!”, El said while smiling ear to ear. Max looked just as suspicious. Although I was more than happy to finally see them again in a long long time, I couldn’t help myself but feel weird about it.

“What is going on?”, I asked, obviously confused.

“Nothing.”, Max shrugged.

They looked at each other funny and their grin just widened.

“Yup, I’m out. I’ll be in the back if you need me.”, Robin said patting my shoulder.

Robin left me standing awkwardly behind the counter, not knowing what to say or do. The entire situation just felt really uncomfortable and now I expected the worst. What if they tell me that they want to marry their boyfriends? No, they aren’t that stupid. Or are they? No they aren’t. Being so caught up in my thoughts, I missed Max now standing right besides me, pulling me towards a table by my arm. She pushed me onto a chair and sat down in front of me with El next to her.

“Listen, you guys make me really nervous and I feel really uncomfortable right now. If there’s one thing I learned during summer, it’s that we all need to communicate our feelings more openly. So I’ll start-“

“I broke up with Lucas.”, Max almost shouted, interrupting my heartfelt speech.

“And Mike lied to me. I’m really upset with him.”, El added.

“So we went shopping to remind El that boyfriends are stupid anyways and life can be just as fun without them.”

“Friends don’t lie but boyfriends do all the time.”, El grinned while nodding.

“Yes, that’s what I taught her.”, Max said.

I stayed silent for a minute, checking their faces to see if they were lying. In fact, they were telling the truth. A grin spread across my face and I couldn’t help myself but feel happy about Max’s confession.

“Besides, we’ve been bad friends to you. We neglected you and our friendship during the past weeks and we are-“, Max started.

“-really sorry.”, El finished the sentence.

I got up and hugged both of them, smiling from ear to ear.

“Forgive and forget right.”, I said, knowing well that I forgive but never forget. But they didn’t need to know that.

“And uhm, if you want to, you can join us y/n.”, Max almost whispered.

“Sure, I would love to.”

“Great. But I really need to go to the toilet first.”, El replied while getting up.

After El left for the toilet, there was an awkward silence between Max and I. We’ve never had those before. Before her and Lucas hit it off again, we would hang out almost every day. We had sleepovers, went to the arcade, had hour-long walks, watched the stars at night, visited abandoned places, skipped school together just so we could go to the skate park before anyone else was there. But when Lucas and Max got back together, we met less and less until we didn’t see each other at all.

“So uhm.. How have you been?”, Max asked, breaking the silence.

“Oh just fine. I’ve been spending most of my time with Robin and Steve actually.”

“Great.”, she said, pressing her lips together.

“How about you?”, I asked, taking a seat next to her.

“Just fine. I just..”, she went silent for a second. “I just missed you I guess. Like, a lot. Maybe. But I know it’s my fault so I shouldn’t whine about it whatsoever. I just want you to know that I missed you.”

Max tried to hide the blush that crept upon her face but I didn’t miss that tiny moment of sincerity in her eyes. Her hands went straight to cover her face, seemingly embarrassed of her feelings towards the situation. I reached out to grab her wrist, softly pulling it towards me, away from her face.

“It’s okay Max. I missed you too, you know. Like, a lot.”, I gave her a soft smile, which she returned gratefully.

She grabbed my hand, interwining our fingers with one another. Her smile was contagious. The way her entire face lights up the second the corners of her mouth go up has always made me feel warm inside. Her thumb gently brushed over the back of my hand, while she starred at my face.

“Are you alright Max?”

“Yeah, I just wondered how I never-“

Max stopped herself from continuing since El made her way back to the table. She took her hand back to herself and smiled at her.

“Should we go?”, El asked.

“Sure, I’ll just grab my things, be right back.”

I sprinted towards the back room, just to see Robin and Steve peeping through the door slot. They greeted me with suspicious smiles, acting even weirder than usual.

“Okay, what’s going on?”, I questioned them.

“You like Max.”, Robin said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“You like her. We saw everything.”, Steve added.

Robin rolled her eyes. “Great Steve, that’s really-“

“Did you stalk us? Wow that’s gross.”

“No-, we- we didn’t, I mean- not literally-“, Steve tried explaining himself.

“You messed up Harrington, give up.”, Robin nudged his shoulder and went back to reading her magazine.

I quickly grabbed my backpack and left the shop, not wanting to support their suspicions. But walking towards Max, seeing her smile at me, I caught myself thinking, maybe I do like her.

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it's a wonderful life

day two of junkissed's svt season's greetings event

member — angel!jeonghan x reader genre — fluff, strangers to lovers word count — 2.2k synopsis — how were you to know that a holiday trip to the toy store would lead you not only to a sexy doctor who’s good with kids, but also a real-life angel? warnings — spoiler alert jeonghan is the sexy doctor, mention of alcohol (wine) at the end and reader is implied to be a lil tipsy, one (1) kiss notes — lowercase intended. this is the result of me watching too much "the good doctor" recently gsdkhf. when i first wrote this i wasn't very happy with it but after reading it back i really like it hehe :) hope you enjoy!

one reblog = one heavenly toy store

a bell rings cheerily above your head as you walk into the store.

on the outside, it looks like any other toy store, but the second you open the door you know there’s something special about this place. stepping inside is like stepping into a whole new world. the walls are decorated in colorful murals, shelves, and artwork from kids.

“can i help you find something?” a voice asks.

you turn to see a man wearing an apron, holding a stack of board games under one arm.

“i’m jeonghan,” he smiles. “i own the store.”

you don’t know why, but for some reason you feel the need to introduce yourself. you’ve only just met this man, but you have a sense that he’s… important.

“nice to meet you,” he says, shaking your hand.

you look around. you’ve come in before your shift, so it’s still early; not many people around. “if you own the store… then, who’s angel?” you ask.

“hm? oh!” he laughs. “no, it’s not ‘angel’ like somebody’s name. it’s angel, like, actual angels.”

suddenly the crayon halos on the drawings by the register make a lot more sense. “that’s cute,” you smile. “must bring in a lot of people during christmastime, right?”

“it’s a magical time of year,” he agrees with a wink, “you never know what might happen. so what are you here for? what kind of magic can i get you?”

you pause. “well, i need to get something nice for the little girl i babysit. she’s, um… she’s just gotten out of the hospital,” you say, trying to find the right words to describe the situation. “she’s been through a lot this year.”

your friend’s daughter was diagnosed with a rare type of cancer a year ago, and after months of chemo and many surgeries, she’s finally cancer-free, just in time for the holidays. so of course, this christmas will be extra special, and you can’t disappoint her.

jeonghan nods, lost in thought. “you know, i think she would love this,” he says suddenly, turning down an aisle and waving for you to follow him. “it’s a new item, we haven’t put them out on display yet, but it’d be great for her!”

the way he talks as if he knows the little girl throws you off a little, but you brush it off as him just being passionate about his job.

he pulls out a kit from a large box, clearly waiting to be loaded onto the shelves. it’s a doll set themed like a doctor, complete with little bandages and a stethoscope and everything you could want if you were a child obsessed with

“it’d be perfect for her,” he beams, handing it to you. how he knows it’s perfect, you have no clue, but it does seem like just the thing for her.

“i’ll take it,” you smile, following him to the register.

the next day you’re picking up your morning latte from the coffee shop on your way to work when you spot a familiar head of blond hair waiting at a table near the entrance.

“hey! jeonghan, right?” you ask, and he lifts his head from his book.

his face brightens, and he greets you by your name. “hi, yeah! good morning!”

you motion to the empty seat across from him at the table. “are you waiting for someone?”

“not anymore,” he says, flashing a smile. he slides a colorful bookmark in between the pages of his book, and you notice the scribbled design, clearly made by a child. he sweeps his arm out, motioning for you to sit. “are you rushing off anywhere?”

you pull out the chair and set your bag by your feet. “kind of, but i can spare a few minutes,” you giggle.

you notice his outfit, much more professional than the last time you saw him at the store. “how about you? going somewhere fancy this morning?” you ask with a laugh. “a date, perhaps?”

he laughs. “no, no dates. just work.”

you frown in confusion. “do you– always wear a suit to sell toys? i mean, you look great, but i’m sure the kids don’t care what you wear–”

he laughs at your misunderstanding. “ah, not that work,” he says. “the shop is more of a… side project,” he explains with a chuckle. “the rest of the time i’m a pediatric oncologist. children’s cancer doctor.”

“oh, wow!” your eyes widen. there were a lot of assumptions you’d made about jeonghan in the short time you’d known him, but being a doctor was definitely not one of them. “that’s… wow, that’s impressive. and you run the toy store, too?”

he nods. “the toys in the gift shop at the hospital weren’t very… good for kids,” he says. “so i guess you could say it’s more like a charity thing. every month, i bring a bunch of toys from the store for some of the patients.”

you remember the conversation from yesterday about the gift for your friend’s daughter. you’d called them to make sure it was something she’d enjoy, and it turns out jeonghan couldn’t have been more correct: they said her current dream was to become a doctor, all she’d been doing the last week was scheduling check-ups for stuffed animals and giving flu shots to the family dog.

now, with this new information about the mysterious yet friendly man from the toy store, you can’t help but wonder if he knows your little girl, or maybe even treated her. you make a mental note to ask your friend for the name of their doctor when you see them next, to confirm a suspicion.

“sounds like you’re a busy guy,” you say with a smile.

he shrugs, stirring his latte with a wooden stirrer. “can be tiring sometimes, but it’s good work. i love it, and i love the kids.”

“so you’re a doctor, and you run a charity, and you like kids? what can’t you do?” you grin, taking a sip of your drink.

he laughs, holding up his paper cup. “make coffee.”

“i’m just surprised i haven’t seen you around more often,” you say. “it’s a fairly small town, yet it seems like all of a sudden i’m seeing you everywhere.”

the conversation fizzles out then, and you sit there, taking small sips of your drinks and pretending not to stare at him. he’s got this glow around him, like you can’t take your eyes off him.

you stand and start to turn to walk away, but an instinct makes you stop. like you’re being pulled back to him, like there’s still something you need to say.

you clear your throat. “i, um, i usually get coffee in the mornings before work here. maybe i’ll see you around?”

he looks up, meeting your eyes. “i’m sure i’ll see you again, very soon,” he says with a smile. “but just in case i don’t, here’s my card.”

he hands you a business card, and it seems to shimmer in the light. yoon jeonghan, head angel, it says on one side, with a list of numbers on the back.

he blushes and looks back down at his book, pretending to study the title. “call me if you ever need something. or, uh, just if you want to.”

you grin, shifting your bag higher onto your shoulder and slipping the card into your back pocket. “i’ll do that,” you say with a smile.

the third time you run into jeonghan is in a place you’d least expect an angel to be: the highway.

it’s been a week from hell (metaphorically) at work, and this morning you’d not only forgotten your phone at home, but then your car’s battery died on the way home from your closing shift. you’d just barely been able to make it to the side of the road before it died, forcing you to either wait in your car in the cold, or walk the half mile to the nearest exit to call a tow. you’d opted for the latter.

a shiny white car pulls up next to you, the driver’s side window rolling down to reveal a familiar face. “need some help?”

you look up in shock. “jeonghan? what are you doing here?”

“sweetheart, i should be asking you the same thing,” he laughs. “why are you walking along the highway at eleven o’clock at night?”

“car battery died,” you explain with a sigh.

“i figured,” he says, raising his eyebrows. “now, are you going to let me give you a ride, or not?”

you don’t have to be told twice. your fingers are beginning to freeze, and you would literally rather be anywhere right now than standing on the side of the road waiting for a tow truck.

the heater inside the car is wonderful, and you breathe a sigh of relief, pushing your hands against the vent to feel the warmth.

finally starting to warm up, you glance over at jeonghan, clearly on his way home from work, too. his white dress shirt is pushed up around his elbows, and the first three buttons are hanging undone, revealing pretty pale skin underneath. you have to drag your eyes away from him before you get caught staring at things you shouldn’t.

“doctor work or toy store work today?” you ask for the sake of conversation, even though you already know the answer.

“doctor work,” he confirms with a nod of his head.

“how was it? if-if i’m not prying.”

he pauses. “the usual, i suppose,” he sighs. “good news, bad news, hard decisions.”

he clears his throat. “so where am i dropping you off? house, apartment, boyfriend’s apartment?” he asks hesitantly. “or girlfriend? somebody?”

“just apartment,” you answer with a grin, telling him what you hope he wanted to hear with that question. “it’s just me.”

he looks over at you, his whole face lighting up. the moment is really nice, until you realize, his face is actually lighting up.

“jeonghan! your, um… why is your head glowing?”

his eyes flick back to the road for a second. “no– no reason,” he says, his cheeks turning pink under the light.

you stare at him, dumbfounded.

he sighs. “you don’t believe me.”

you watch his hands, holding tightly to the wheel.

“what’s going on? are you, like, a demon, or something?”

“ouch,” he cringes, glancing over at you. “no, i’m an angel, actually. the halo goes off sometimes when i’m… happy.”

you sit in silence, mouth hanging open as he continues to drive. “well, at least it makes sense now.”

he raises an eyebrow, but his gaze doesn’t move from the road. “so you do believe me.”

“do you wanna stay for dinner?” you ask suddenly. there’s so much you’re dying to know, dying to ask him, dying to figure out what the hell is happening.

the car is dead silent for a few seconds, and you’re starting to think you’ve imagined this whole thing and you’re actually still back in your freezing car, dying of hypothermia. until jeonghan finally speaks, and you know you’re in for an interesting night.

“you like takeout?”

a pepperoni pizza, one bottle of wine, and many, many questions later, you’re laying on your couch, trying to process everything that just happened.

an actual, real-life angel is sitting on the floor of your living room, and not only is he a doctor, and he’s great with kids, but he’s also unfairly hot. and maybe it’s the wine talking and you’re more than a little tipsy, but all of a sudden you really, really want to kiss him.

“jeonghan?” you sit up, reaching out for his hand. “are you allowed to kiss me?” you whisper.

he looks up at you, his eyes searching yours. “if you want me to,” he whispers back.

“you won’t get in trouble with the angel people? or, like, god?”

he chuckles and stands up, moving closer to you. “i might. but it’d be worth it, for you.”

and then his hand is on the back of your neck, pulling you gently towards him, and suddenly you’re kissing him. his lips taste like clouds (what the hell do clouds even taste like?) and his touch is softer than anything you’ve ever felt, the tips of his fingers gently grasping onto your jaw and he leans into you.

you pull away after a while and sigh, the fog in your head beginning to clear.

he’s sitting next to you, watching you in what you can only describe as anxiousness.

“why me?” you ask quietly. “i know you did it on purpose, meeting me all those times. but why?”

he laughs softly and reaches out to touch your cheek, thumb tracing your cheekbone. “i don’t know why. but i’m drawn to you.” he tilts his head to look at you. “i think… i really like you.”

he pauses, bringing your hand up to his mouth and pressing a kiss to your fingers. “i’ll take you on a real date, yeah?” he says. “somewhere nice.”

“it’s a miracle,” you nod, giggling. “i found an angel.”

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Lost & Found - Chapter Nine.

So then, my beautiful, wonderful audience. Those who are not new around these parts know that sometimes, treats are given in the form of a double update day with my stories, and guess what? Today is one of those days! I know you've all been waiting patiently for the sexual side of Emma and Guero's blossoming relationship to finally flower, so I thought I'd share it today in the next chapter! Has that made you smile? I hope it has! :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

Words - 3,434

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, Minors DNI. Recounts of kidnap, child trafficking, physical/verbal/sexual abuse.

The more she revealed, it seemed, the more comfortable she became with sharing memories of her nineteen years held prisoner. Guero lay there and let her recount it all, being exactly what she needed, somebody to simply listen.  

“Marie taught me how to shoot.” He had wondered at how well she seemed to handle the Beretta she’d pointed at his head, her handling of the firearm steely and confident. “There were guns kept all over the house, so there’d always be one within easy reach, just in case. With whom Rocco was, he was a target, or rather his family were. He routinely pissed off other mob families, so of course anyone he cared for became a target, a weak point.  

“She wanted me to be able to protect myself from such a threat, but mostly, if Rocco himself ever became so unhinged that I felt my life was in danger. “Shoot him dead, and we’ll figure it out somehow afterward”, is what she used to tell me. How we would have figured that out beyond running for our lives, I don’t know. His guys would have hunted us down.” 

She paused for a moment, tears beginning to swim within her eyes. “I hate myself, for leaving her. Joey, Alessia and Mikey, too. I loved them so much, they were like my siblings for Christ’s sake! It’s a guilt that’ll never leave me, that I ran and they’re all still stuck there! She became my mother, and I abandoned her!” 

“Hey, no,” he began, touching his fingers under her chin, gently lifting her head. “You don’t have to feel guilty about a thing. I get that you miss her, she made the hell he put you through bearable where she could, but Marie chose that life, Emma. Nobody forced her. 

“She knew who she was marrying, and I’m not saying that in the end she had an easy choice to get away from him, ‘cuz I can see from what you told me he’d have killed her for it, but you found a way out. You took your chance, and you got free. If she loves you as much as it seems she does, then she’ll be fucking happy as hell the girl she counted as one of her own got free of him.” 

She absorbed his words, realising that no matter how unpleasant it felt, what he’d said was the plain, simple truth. If she didn’t assume her to be dead via Rocco’s hand, Marie would be quietly rejoicing her escape. “Is it wrong that I feel more of a maternal bond with her than I do my actual mom? I feel guilty for that, too. When I hear the word mom, I think of Marie, not Cassie.”  

He shifted slightly beneath her, Emma moving a little as he turned onto his side, resting his head on his arm. “It might sound cold, but it’s fact. Marie was in your life longer than your birth mom. I kinda guess it’s only natural you’d think that. Doesn’t mean you love Cassie any less, or that you can’t reconnect with her now you’re free.”  

“But, but,” she began, her throat swelling on a rising lump, “that’s the thing, there is no Cassie. When I was twenty-five, we sat and looked on the internet, I begged her to look up my family. I just wanted to know if they were okay. Mom died back in two thousand and thirteen from breast cancer. My dad, he passed away six years ago, motorbike accident. All I have left is Dylan, who is still in Spokane. My grandparents, too, unless anything happened in the interim. 

“I’ll never see my mom and dad again, and I loathe him, I detest him completely that he robbed me of those years with them, that they both died not knowing what had happened to me! As if me being taken wasn’t bad enough. It left Dylan all alone, no immediate family, and it’s all because of him!” 

She fell apart at that point, naturally so, sobbing against his chest as Guero held her. Again, he had no idea what to say to that, knowing it would take a man greater with words than he was to offer verbal comfort. Instead, he was just there, not knowing that truly that was all she needed from him, just someone to be there. It wasn’t about words. Listening was enough, as he continued to do, Emma sharing more with him about her life within the gilded cage prison that was the Lombardi mansion.  

“He used to virtually pimp me out to his friends too at parties.” Once again, Guero felt his anger flare like a firecracker, grinding his teeth as his jaw tightened. “I always wanted to enjoy sex, but none of them ever made it feel good for me, all too consumed by their own pleasure to give a damn about mine. As long as they got to lie between the legs of a pretty, young blonde, that was good enough. 

“There was only one of them who was different. His underboss, Vincent Calabrese never laid a hand on me. I was offered to him, and for appearances in front of Rocco and the others he always accepted, but once we got into the bedroom, he just sat down beside me on the bed and we talked. He said he wasn’t in the habit of defiling little girls, but even when I was over the age of consent, he still wouldn’t.  

“He staunchly disagreed with what was being done, the child trafficking. ‘It’s an affront to god, snatching children from their families’ is what he always used to say. He always opposed it, and Rocco knew that, but ultimately went along with what was being done for the sake of a quiet life, and I guess not ending up with a bullet between his eyes either. This leads me to something that you guys should all know, EZ especially. 

“You’re running heroin for him now, but all that will change if Rocco has his way, and believe me, he will. You guys are in his pocket now, which means in his mind, he owns you. You’re all to do with as he pleases, and what he pleases is to start bringing children across the border. Undocumented migrants are much easier to move, and get away with moving, too. I overheard him talking about it, it was always a two birds with one stone deal for him. He’d get you used to the money first, and then tell you that your consignment would begin to include kids as well.” 

Guero pushed himself up, his eyes rounding as he looked down at her. “For real, that motherfucker wants us in on trafficking kids?” 

His horror at the very suggestion was telling over the person he was. Although still a criminal, he was a man with the kind of morals that had been few and far between in the world she had escaped from. “Eventually, yeah.” 

“And if we refuse?” He didn’t need to ask, really. He could guess. 

She made a gun motion against the side of her head, couple with a soft exclamation of ‘pow’. “He’d wipe you all out and move onto the next nearest charter, using your eradication as an example of what happens when people push back against him.” 

The weight of the mafia. That was a war they definitely wouldn’t win, and he knew that for sure. Rocco Lombardi could crush them all, very easily, too. “I have to take that to EZ. Not now, of course, but at some point over the weekend, call a templo. Will you be okay to come and tell us what you know?” 

She smiled, reaching to stroke his hair. “Of course, I will.” 

They remained quiet for a time after, Emma needing the silence. Her legs remained in tangle with his as she reached for the tequila bottle, taking a long glug, the alcohol burning her throat. She felt a little drunk and numb, which was what she had needed in order to sit there and offload it all to another person. “There’s more I could tell you about my life, but right now, I feel drained. Like I need air, too. Can you give me a minute?” 

“Yeah, take as long as you need.” He reached to stroke her face, Emma turning her head and kissing his palm, getting up and letting herself out of the front of the house. The cool air hit her, soothing to her frayed nerves, the residual effects of her revelation hanging onto her, though.  

“Hey, boo.” Of course, Tyrone would notice her out there, always keeping the watch. She walked over to his window, her shoulders heavy, watching him emerge from behind the swathe of curtain fabric. “Damn, you look all sad and shit. Fuckboy bin’ actin’ up?” 

She shook her head. “No, no he’s great. Listen, I know you deal, so I figure I’m in the right place. Can you sell me a joint? That’s all I want, just one.” 

He looked entertained at the naivety of her question, that it was the norm for dealers to exchange such a small amount. Tyrone, for all of this mouth and uncouthness was kind, though. “I ain’t selling you shit, white girl. This is on me, hold on.”  

She smiled. “Thank you, you’re great.” 

He beamed, reaching to grab his rolling tray, locating one of his pre-rolled joints. “Ain’t I, though? I know fuckboy rarely smokes it, so just remember I gotchu if you ever need a lil’ hit.” The truth was, neither did she. She’d occasionally partook of it back in her old life, secretly taking from Rocco’s personal stash which he smoked to ease his chronic migraines. It helped her feel more relaxed in the utter brutal chaos of her life. It smelled and tasted awful, but she enjoyed the calming buzz.  

Tyrone passed a joint and a lighter through the window. “Enjoy, boo.” She smiled, leaning in and kissing his cheek. “Aw, lawdy! I gotta kiss from a pretty girl, hell yeah!”  

She laughed softly, shaking her head and lighting up, moving to sit on the front step of Guero’s side of the house, taking a long drag. God, that was some nice weed. She coughed a few times, the usual, barky rasp associated with smoking weed, her throat tickling.  

“Yo!” She turned to see a large arm thrust through the window, a can of soda proffered forth. “If you don’t like mango then I can’t help you. Oh, hold up. I might have a Fanta somewhere.”  

Walking back over, she took the can. “Thanks, Tyrone. You keep your Fanta, mango and I are good.” She moved back to the step, opening the soda and sipping it, the tickle clearing nicely before she took another little puff, looking out across the street into the darkness. The only sounds audible were that of the game Tyrone was playing, and the chirp of cicadas. It was somewhat relaxing in ambience.  

The weed had an instant calming effect upon her, all of the brutality that would endlessly echo through her memories placated and pushed back again, back behind the fortress walls in her mind. She’d had to keep it there for years to have even had a chance of remaining sane through her ordeal. God, she couldn’t believe that she’d actually escaped it, found somebody who she could trust, someone who for all intents and purposes was slowly becoming all hers, too.  

“As if you’re out here getting high on my front step. Not even I do that.” Turning, she saw Guero emerge from the house, moving to sit behind her, his legs flanking her body as he stretched.  

“Well, that’s because you don’t smoke weed,” she chirped, watching him frown before plucking the joint from her.  

He took a few puffs, handing it back, holding in a cough until the tickle passed. “I do, but not often. It has too much of an effect on me, and I can never get the balance right.” 

“The balance between what?” 

“Between a nice buzz and ragingly horny.”  

“Ahh.” She nodded, looking entertained, the stoned giggled welling up within her. “I somehow don’t think you need any extra boosting in that department.” 

He moved her hair, kissing the side of her neck. “A hundred percent correct, mamacita. And since I guess you’re probably drunker now than you were earlier, I’m not risking that balance any further, so you finish it. Kinda figure you need the sedation after everything you told me.”  

“Oh, you’re not wrong there,” she spoke, eyes widening a little as she leaned back against him. “Even if I was sober, sharing all of that has kinda dampened my desire.”  

He snorted softly, arms tightening around her. “Understandable. S’okay, I can wait.” 

“Can you?” she giggled, the sound joining the noise of the cicadas. 

“Mm.” he hummed, kissing her neck again. “Just.”  

Just then, the curtains next door began moving, Tyrone’s boom sounding. “Goddamnit, will you two go back in that house and bust some furniture already? Shit!” They both snort laughed, Guero resting his forehead to her shoulder, Tyrone continuing. “You better sort yo’ damned mess, fuckboy! Because I am one pretty smile away from makin’ that fine assed lil’ honey mine, you hear?”  

“Yeah, I hear,” he called through his laughter, “and I see, too. Plying her with weed and soda.” 

“I know what the ladies like! If she’s still out here in a half hour, she gets the first slice of my pizza, too!” 

“Exactly, you gotta give me a head start against your half ton of raw charm, dog,” he chuckled, Tyrone emerging further from the curtains.  

“Hey, I might be a big fella, but I’m no fuckin’ half ton! I’m thick and juicy, drives the chicks wild!” 

“Tyrone, you ain’t thick, my man. Your ass is so fat, if I swerved my bike to miss you, I’d run outta gas.” There was a pause, a squawking laugh emanating from the window, Emma thinking it hilarious a man with such a low, rumbling voice had a laugh so high in pitch. All banter with their hilarious neighbour aside, they remained outside until she had finished the joint, heading back in and returning to bed.  

“Do you feel better for telling me everything?” 

Resting her head against his chest, she nodded, her nails tracing the outline of one of the spiderweb tattoos that spread out across each of his shoulders. “I do, you know. Whether the nightmares will stop because of it, I don’t know. I think I might need further help to recover from it all. Kinda scared about registering with a doctor, though, putting my name back out there. He’ll be looking for me, and if he finds any record of a twenty-nine-year-old woman named Emma Louise Taylor anywhere, he’ll come for me.” 

Her muscles stiffened at just the thought, Guero turning to wrap both arms around her, feeling her relax into his embrace after a few moments. “We’ll work something out.” She fell asleep in his arms, those early morning hours passing dreamlessly, neither waking until 10am the following morning.  

Rising from her place curled against him, Emma rubbed her eyes, looking down at the chiselled tattoo canvas that had been her pillow. Her safe person, the kind of man she’d dreamed would one day save her from her fate, and there he was... snoring like a brontosaurus. She couldn’t help but giggle softly, thinking that was a part perhaps not strictly included in the romanticism of her fantasies.  

He cracked an eye open, his grin widening. “What are you laughing at?” 

“Isn’t it obvious? The noise! You snore like something hell spat up for being too loud.” 

“I wasn’t snoring,” he began stretching, the other eye opening eventually. “I was doing mindful breathing.” 

Immediately, she cracked up, leaning to place a kiss against his stubbly jaw. “There’s nothing mindful about those sawn logs.” 

She had a point, he guessed, Guero turning onto his side and wrapping his arms around her. “Yeah, but I’m cute. I get away with it, don’t I?” 

“Yeah,” she agreed, turning her head back to kiss him, “you do have that going for you.” 

“And a whole lot more.”  

Biting the corner of her lip, she shifted against him, a little wiggle that stirred him exactly where she intended him to be stirred. “Feel like showing me?”  

“Mm.” His arms tightened around her, kisses scattered against the side of her neck. “I need coffee and a shower, then trust me, I’ll spend all morning showing you.” 

Now that was a statement definitely on a par with her fantasies. He left the bed first, taking a shower, calling to her that he’d left in on for her as he made his way through to the kitchen. It was while she was under the warm water looking down at herself that a stab of panic prickled against her guts.  

He’d see her naked. All of her. 

While she had body confidence in her shape, the littering of scars that marked her sides and lower back made her feel ugly. Some had faded to white, but there were still a few dark pink markings that remained. All were raised scar tissue, triangular shapes of knife points pressed into her skin, the burning brand of a hot blade searing Rocco’s displeasure branded onto her skin forever.  

As she dried off, her eyes found them again, wondering if they’d really be all too noticeable if the blinds remained drawn in the bedroom.  

“Of course, they will," she muttered, beginning to sniff. All she wanted was to move on from it all, enjoy the basic human right of a consensual sexual relationship with another adult, someone of her actual choosing, yet the literal scars of the past held her back.  

A soft tap sounded upon the partly open door. “Em, you want a coffee?” 

Em. No one had ever called her that before. She liked it. “No, thank you.” 

“You alright.” 

“Yeah.”  

Her pinched voice alluded to the contrary. “No, you’re not. Can I come in?”  

“Yeah.” Tightening the large, white bath towel around herself again, she wiped her eyes on the back of her hand, trying to compose her upset.  

“So, people who are alright stand here crying, huh?” Him and his smart mouth. He was right in his light sarcasm, though. “What’s wrong, baby?” 

Baby. He'd called her that back when he’d first found her. How different the intent behind the word was now. “The scars I have,” she began, gulping, hoping she could swallow down the lump she had painfully swelling in her throat. “You’ll see them, and they’re hideous. They make me ugly. You’ll think they look ugly.” 

He frowned, lifting her chin with a gentle touch of his fingers as he began shaking his head. “I’ve never liked people making my mind up for me. That includes you, mamas.” His hands pressed softly on her shoulders, resting his forehead against hers. “I’ve got no problem with whatever scars you have, and I’m not gonna think you’re ugly because of ‘em. Only thing that is, is that low opinion you have of yourself. If you want, leave a t shirt on. I don’t mind. I’d prefer you naked, but whatever makes you comfortable, I’m good with.” 

She could fetch a t shirt, or she could just be brave and let him see her. All of her. She’d bared her soul to him already, after all. Indecision made her heart quicken, the soft stroke of his fingertips at her upper arms soothing as she reached for the towel and untucked it, letting it fall. Fighting the urge to cover herself with her arms, she looked anywhere but him as he took in her nudity, her body tensing when he moved his hands to stroke the scars she detested so much with careful attention.  

Leaning close, he kissed the side of her head, his lips soft against her ear. “They aren’t who you are, and you’re not any less beautiful. They’re only the map of the journey that finally led you to me.”  

Her throat tightened with emotion, his words so beautiful, she wanted to cry. The desire in his eyes as she finally looked at him dictated it might be poorly timed, though. This was not a time for lament and sadness. No. This was the time to plant her lips upon his and let him carry her to the bedroom.  

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Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Fifteen - Olivia's Better Birthday

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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Daniels backyard was transformed. It was every little girls dream. There was a huge banner tied to the fence which read 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY BADGER' in big bubbly letters.

Daniel had everything. There were two ponies in the corner, giving kids rides across the garden. There was a bouncy castle, a ball pit, one of those inflatable slides, every kind of food you could imagine and balloons everywhere.

"Wow," Y/N gasped as she put Milo on the floor. He immediately took off, running towards Olivia.

"You made it!" Called Daniel as he strode towards her, arms out stretched.

She fell into them. "I wouldn't miss it for the world," she said as Daniel squeezed her.

"Come on," he said as he grabbed her hand and pulled her into the house. Y/N looked around for Milo as she allowed herself to be pulled along, but he was too busy playing with Olivia.

Daniel pulled her into the kitchen. On top of the kitchen counter was a wide yet not very tall box. Unable to keep the grin from his face, Daniel pulled open the box, revealing Olivia's birthday cake. "Holy shit," she couldn't stop herself from whispering as she looked at the cake.

It was a Red Bull F1 car, that much was clear. It had the normal sponsors and a red number six on it. Smaller sponsors were things like Olivia's name and 'Olivia's sixth birthday' in small, golden writing. Inside of the F1 car, in the drivers seat, was a badger.

Y/N looked at Daniel. "She's gonna love it," she said as he placed the lid back onto the box, keeping it safe.

"This might be my proudest moment as a dad," he said and walked with her back out to the garden. "Now that you guys are here, we can actually start," he said as he opened the door for her.

"You waited for us?" She asked, unable to stop smiling. "You really didn't have to."

"Oh, I did," Daniel said. He led her to the other adults in the garden and abandoned her to go and stand in front of everybody. He clapped his hands and most eyes turned to him. "Hi everybody," Daniel called, his voice booming across the garden. "Thank you all for coming to Olivia's birthday party. We have games and pony rides and feel free to help yourselves to drinks. Parents we have drinks in the kitchen," he said and stepped away.

He made his way back over to the parents and joined Y/N at her side. "Can I get you something to drink?" He offered her.

"Danny, I need to drive Milo and I home," she said as he placed his arms around her.

But he shook his head. "Stay here with me," he said. "Milo and Olivia can have a sleepover and you and I can have a sleepover," he said quietly.

That was just a little too tempting. "One, just one," she said to him and Daniel disappeared back into the house.

Y/N looked around at the other parents and adults. Most of them she recognised from the daycare car park, some of them she recognised as Daniel's friend. "Hey!" Somebody called as they walked towards her. "Y/N, right?"

It took her a moment to recognise who was talking to her. "Hey Max!" She called as they greeted each other with a friendly, welcoming hug. "How have you been?"

When Daniel came out of the kitchen with drinks for him and Y/N in hand, she was talking to Max, who was introducing her to those she hadn't met yet. Almost all of the grid was there, introducing themselves and chatting animatedly. The only one missing was Charles, but Olivia was forcing him down the slide with her.

Lando spotted Daniel. He grinned at him and Y/N turned around. "Thank you, Danny," she said and took the drink from him. Daniel immediately put his arms over her shoulders pulling her into him as they continued to chat with his friends.

The other drivers smirked at each other. They already looked like a couple, and they all knew it wouldn't be long until were one.

A few hours into the party, it was time to bring out the cake. Max held Olivia on his hip as Daniel brought out the cake. "Uncle Max it looks like your car!" She called while everybody sang happy birthday to her.

She blew out the candles on the cake and a few of the drivers, including Daniel, formed an assembly line to get a piece of cake to everybody. Whatever was left over went into party bags, with Daniel leaving a wheel aside.

Music played and the kids danced around. Parents still stood and chatted, but Y/N and Daniel were behind them, gently swaying. Nobody could see them, they thought. But they wouldn't have cared if they could.

"Olivia made this playlist," Daniel said, Y/N tucked against his chest as a song from a disney movie came to an end. "She pretty much planned this entire party."

She looked up, not moving her head from his chest. "She's done brilliantly," she said as she looked around. It really was a spectacular party. She only wished she could give Milo something this grand.

Suddenly, a Taylor Swift song began playing. Y/N's eyebrows were furrowed as she looked up at a grinning Daniel. "This one isn't Olivia's music, is it?"

Daniel couldn't stop himself from laughing as he and Y/N began moving faster. "I'm a swifty," he confessed and Y/N just laughed with him.

"So, if I was in a room with Taylor, who are you choosing?" She asked, but the grin on her face showed she wasn't serious.

Daniel grabbed a hold of her chin and tipped her face towards his. "You every time," he said and kissed her.

After the cake the party was only an hour longer. He passed party bags out to parents as they grabbed their kids and started making their way out.

Y/N began clearing things up as Daniel said goodbye to everyone. He took a little bit longer saying goodbye to his fellow drivers, who wanted a moment to ask about Y/N. But he waved them off, wanting them to leave so he could have time with her.

As the slide, bouncy castle and ball pit were packed up, the ponies were put back into the trailer. Before the owner put them away, he gave Milo and Olivia a treat each to give to the horses. They were squealing as they walked away.

Once she had picked up as much rubbish as she could, Y/N started salvaging what food was leftover. She brought it into the kitchen as Daniel brought Milo and Olivia inside.

As soon as the party was cleaned up Y/N and Daniel worked on getting the kids ready for bed. Milo wore the clothes he had from the last time he had slept over. Olivia still wore her birthday crown once she was ready for bed.

But they didn't go to bed right away. Putting a few snacks from the party into a bowl, Y/N and Daniel sat with in the living room with the kids. Olivia and Milo shared the food, eyes fixed on the television, as Y/N cuddled up to Daniel.

"Today was amazing," she whispered as she laid against his chest. "You're a brilliant dad."

Daniel kissed the top of her head.

As soon as the movie was finished, they got the kids up to bed. Y/N kissed the top of Milo's head and tucked him in. He and Olivia were exhausted after the party. They were so happy, but so exhausted. "Momma," Milo said through a yawn. "Do you think I can have a party like Olivia's?"

Y/N stroked through Milo's hair. "I'll try, Munchkin," she whispered. They said a final good night and Y/N walked out of the room, leaving him to get some sleep.

She showered and got changed into the oversized shirt Daniel had provided for her. When she was done she returned to Daniels bedroom, where he was already ready for bed. She grinned as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed his cheek. "We haven't even had our third date yet. Are you sure this is appropriate?"

Daniel pretended to think about it. His hand was on her arm, finding any excuse to touch her. "Want to debate it over cake?"

That was how they found themselves in the kitchen, once again sat on the floor as they shared the circular piece of cake between them. "It's a soft tyre," Daniel explained as Y/N dug her fork into the black fondant. "You can tell by the red on it," he said.

Y/N licked her fork. "So what does a soft tyre mean?" She asked, and Daniel was only too happy to explain.

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Fanfiction Year in Review 2023

I fell out of fandom in 2021-ish for mental health and other reasons (iykyk). I returned this past year and reunited with old friends and made new ones. I absolutely adore fandom and all that it brings with it. The passion, the love, the community, the complete bypassing of cringe. Please, more.

This year, I returned to fanfiction and published over 150k words. I know absolutely that word counts mean nothing but if we’re taking writing as a symptom of emotional and mental well-being for me (for me!), then I feel so very good about this. I also learned how many ways someone can write about the same theme (prom! arc!) without completely losing their audience. I wanted to do a little year-in-review by listing the fics I’ve published and my favorite line from each.

Thank you so much to every single person who encouraged me in DMs, servers, kudos, and comments. Writing brings me happiness but the community around writing brings me the most joy. I would not have returned to fandom without each of you.

And then there were three rating: T, word count: 727, ficlet, inspired by a prompt by @lostcol and a bit of a character study of Brian Kinney.

Favorite line: Oh, there are mothers in Brian’s life now. They’re surrounding him as he sits, head bowed, face covered in tears-streaked blood, scent of death and ammonia in his nose.

(and I’d do it again) rating: E, word count: 6,865, one-shot, canon divergence in S5, maybe something other than a bomb can bring them back together

Favorite line: It’s not like Justin is going to come back to the loft with him. Not after he up and left five weeks and three - no four days ago. He’s ready to wash his hands of this night. Ready to be done to the extent that he’ll ever be done with Justin. To the extent that he’ll ever be able to fully wash his hands of any of this. He feels like Lady Macbeth with her eternal spot, forever marked by blood on the cold cement floor of a parking garage.

carried me with you rating: E, word count: 36,405, after prom Jennifer asks Brian to stay away from Justin, and he does

Favorite line: ”But that’s not me taking care of you. That’s, that’s - ” I struggled to find the words to convey what was natural, what was something that didn’t require effort or thought or intention. “ - that’s like breathing.”

love is so short (forgetting is so long) rating: T, word count: 2,777, WARNING MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, what the fuck was I thinking?

Favorite line: His mama, an artist, just said, “Gussy, some people, most people, have an infinite capacity to love. Other people have the capacity to love one person infinitely.” He never asked again.

clothes mean nothing until until somebody lives in them rating: M, word count: 3,007, 5+1 things and clothes sharing

Favorite line: That night, Justin lies in Michael’s old bed and holds the shirt over his face while he remembers the vibrations of Brian’s moans against his skin as he ate him out the night before. He jerks off to the memory. Not the first boy to jerk off to thoughts of Brian in this bed.

you’re like a tattoo (something i can’t undo) rating: E, word count: 87,170, my first QAF complete AU, sugar daddy AU. also kinneycutt!

favorite line: “Oh, darling,” Emmett’s voice is dripping with something cashmere soft. “Oh, oh, oh . Darling, you are fucked. Oh, you are beyond fucked.” He looks at Brian. “And you don’t even know it.”

beautiful like the darkness between the fireflies rating: E, word count: 18,611 (WIP), my first QAF post canon, exes-to-lovers, soft fluffity fluff

favorite line: “And, dad?” There’s a hopeful edge to Gus’ voice, something that hasn’t been killed by the spectacular failure of their moms’ marriage and generally having Brian as a third parent.

“Yeah?” He feels the word bubble up from deep in his chest. He wants this kid to hold onto hope for as long as they can.

“An anchor can be good, it can keep you grounded, you know?”

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spotify wrapped 16 and 24 :)

TRACK 16 & 24 - what if i love you by gatlin & bad omens by 5 seconds of summer (eddie munson x reader)

a/n: ooooo a double whammy!! i’m actually impressed with how well the two of these fit together. definitely giving two different perspectives on the same relationship. alsooooooo.... this is one that if anyone wants a part 2..... i'd definitely be down to do since i thought about including some good old-fashioned makeup sex :-) (it just got a lil too long to include it there in the end)

“and am i being too nice, dropping it all just to see you tonight?” 

“we go ‘round again, we jump back in bed. that’s what you do when you love somebody.” 

Hawkins was a small town. The day Eddie Munson finally went on his first date since your breakup, you were bound to hear about it. It was simply inevitable. But you had never expected having to see it happen, rather than just hear about it. 

You were out for coffee with your best friend, listening to her rambles as she caught you up on the town’s latest gossip, when her gaze lifted to the door where the bell had just signaled new customers and her entire demeanor changed. 

“And then, I told her-” she pauses mid-sentence, eyes widening before they land on you, going impossibly soft, “Oh dear.” 

“You told her, ‘oh dear’? That’s not a very appropriate response,” you laugh softly, heart not in it. Your eyes were glued to your cup of coffee before you that had long since gone cold. 

Her silence is what gets your attention, forcing you to finally look up and see the wounded look she’s sending you. 

Your stomach drops, “What?” 

You turn, impossibly fast, in your chair to catch sight of what had elicited the reaction. She tries to reach out and grab your arm to stop you but she’s too late - you catch sight of him, of her, before her nimble hand even stood a chance. 

“Oh.” 

It’s the only response you can muster when you see them. He looks happy, and you wish that it didn’t stir such bitter emotions in your chest. But you’re still hurt, still reeling, from when he broke it off. Him. Not you. 

You suppose, considering that, it makes sense that he’s the first to move on. 

You just never expected to watch it happen in real time. To watch him stand there, some blonde hanging onto his arm and every last word. To watch his smile spread as he whispered to the girl, the tell-tale signs of his nervous flirting present. You should know - you were once on the receiving end of it all. 

It doesn’t take him long to return your stare. His eyes are glancing around the room, but they’re drawn to you almost immediately. You watch as all the color and charisma drains from his face. 

“Y/N?” your friend attempts to regain your attention, “Y/N.” 

Her hand on your forearm is what makes you break eye contact first. You recognized the girl; she was a frequent at the Hideout. You’d seen her at numerous shows. It made sense, really, for him to end up with someone like her. You told yourself you couldn’t be mad. You told yourself you couldn’t be jealous. 

But it all burns the same, even as you try to focus on your friend’s words, who’s only goal now was to distract you. It still strikes you like lightning down your spine every time you hear the girl’s giggle at another one of his bad jokes. All you can do is wonder if he’s using all the same lines on her as he had once used on you. 

You don’t look back again. You never catch the mirrored heartbreak in his own eyes. 

Later that evening, you’re back home. You’ve gone through a meticulous night routine you only saved for special occasions: a ridiculously long, hot shower, an over-abundant face routine, an indulgent glass of wine or two. You do everything in your power to distract yourself and erase the memory of Eddie with the blonde girl. You don’t even know her name, but you fear you’re coming around to hating her. 

Jealousy. What a nasty, awful emotion that leads to such nasty, awful opinions of others. 

You almost don’t hear the sound of your doorbell as you light a few candles in your room. New ones, ones you’d bought after the breakup. They weren’t the usual kind of scent you’d enjoy, nothing sweet about them, because those were the kinds that Eddie also loved. 

When you don’t answer to the doorbell, the random visiter resorts to rapid knocking, and that does get your attention. The succession of pounding becomes incessant as you rush to the front door.

“Coming! I’m coming, jesus christ,” you mumble under your breath as you finally reach the door, not even bothering to check who it was through the peephole. 

The last person you expect to see in your doorway is Eddie. 

You can’t speak at first, staring at him in shock. Your tongue and hands become foreign things that make no move to do so much as greet him. 

“Hi,” he nervously breathes out, doe eyes as wide as yours, almost as if he didn’t expect you to be the person on the other side of the door despite the fact that this was your apartment. His hands are shoved deep into his pockets as he nervously rocks on the balls of his feet, “Can I, uh- Can I come in?” 

You’re still speechless as you step to the side, motioning for him to enter the threshold. 

How many times have you played out this scenario in your head for the last month? How many nights had you helplessly wished that he would show up on your doorstep, a fist full of red roses and mouth full of apologies? 

It’s odd watching him look so out of place in your living room, given that just a month ago, he had fit in perfectly. He’s stiff as he sits on the edge of your couch rather than flopping down as he used to. He fiddles with his hands instead of reaching out for you as he once would. The stark contrast is heavy and deafening. 

“Would you like anything to drink?” you nervously spit out once you close the door behind you two, unsure of what else to say and letting you polite mannerisms take the reigns, “Water, coke, beer? I think I still have some beer in the fridge from-” 

You cut yourself off, a lump in your throat preventing you from finishing that sentence. 

From when we were dating. 

“I’m good, thank you,” he shakes his head, and those messy curls of his are falling in waves around his shoulders. They look frizzier than they had the last time you ran your fingers through them, “I actually came to talk.” 

Oh, God. 

Having an ex show up unannounced to ‘talk’ could never end well, especially not when you were still reeling in the aftermath of the relationship. You thought a month would be all the time you need to heal, but as you stand in front of Eddie, you feel every wound rip itself back open. You feel as though you’re bleeding out, all over the hardwood floors of your living room, and you’re the only one who can see the blood. Eddie is clueless - it’s not his problem anymore. You’re not his problem anymore. 

“Right, of course,” you whisper before clearing your throat, “Talk. Yeah, we can talk.” 

He looks up at you before his eyes subtly flit to the empty seat on the couch beside him, a silent motion for you to sit. You listen, and he waits until you’re settled to continue, “Right, so… obviously, you saw me today.” 

Your stomach twists painfully. You have to pinch the skin on the back of your hand painfully hard to keep from screaming out loud, because of course, he wants to talk about the fact that he’s moved on. 

“Yep,” you awkwardly nod, chewing on your inner cheek. 

“Please look at me,” he finally sighs, and it’s only then when you do exactly that, that you see this isn’t a bragging moment. He isn’t here to inform you that he’s won, that he’s moved on and doing lightyears better than you ever could, “It isn’t what you think it was.”

“What was it then?” you croak, letting your emotions finally get the best of you, “Because it looked a lot like a first date to me. Which, don’t get me wrong, is fine. She looked nice, I guess. And it’s fine if you’re moving on but-”

“All I could think about was you,” he blurts out, efficiently cutting you off, “Fuck. All I could do was think of you, and compare her to you. She was telling me all about her childhood dog, and all I could think about was how you’re a cat person. She ordered her coffee and all I could think about was how her order would be too sweet for you. She told me a joke, and all I could think of was how your jokes were funnier. Every single thing she did, every single thing she said - it all led me back to you.” 

As he finishes his speech, he’s breathless. You both stare at each other for only a moment, letting his words settle into the silence engulfing the two of you. 

“I’m sorry. I know this isn’t fair,” he whispers, and you both find yourselves scooting closer to each other, “I know I called it off. But you know I had my reasons.” 

He did. You both knew exactly why it all ended how it did.

You couldn’t tell him you love him. Six months went down the drain all because you couldn’t say three little words. He’d been patient, waiting two months after he first said the words, eager to hear them fall from your lips. But for the life of you, you could never bring them to roll off your tongue - every time you tried to say them, they got stuck in the back of your throat, dying without so much as a whisper. It wasn’t that you didn’t love him - God, you loved him so much it nearly broke you. And when he ended things, you only realized it more with each morning dawn that would break without him by your side. You had tried to show it in your own way. You had tried to tell him through soft traces over his lips every time you woke up before him, with small gestures like getting him something from the store just because. You’d tried to pour the silent confession into every kiss and every compliment you impulsively gave him. 

But it wasn’t enough; he had needed to hear those words from you, and you hadn’t been able to give him that. 

“I know,” you say, voice faint and broken as your eyes flutter shut, “I know, and I-I’m sorry.”

The fight that had ended it all replayed in your head, clear as day. 

“Why can’t you say it?” he had cried, “Do you not love me?” 

“It’s not that,” you had begged, “I do. I promise, I do.”

“Then say it. Please.” 

When you hadn’t complied with his simple request, it was over. He left that night, you assumed to never return. It’s funny how once he was gone, it all became painfully clear - you loved him. You love him. All the feelings remain as he sits in front of you, looking as broken as you felt in the moment. 

You think if he asked you again, you’d be able to say it this time. You’d finally find the words after all the sleepless nights and all the terrible regrets. But you had always assumed it was too little, too late. 

“Did you love me?” his voice cracks in the slightest as he asks the question, “You don’t have to say it, but I need to know. Did you really mean it when you said that you did?” 

The acceptance of defeat is so clear in his face, your heart is breaking all over again. 

He doesn’t expect to hear those three words, but he wants closure. Maybe he’s convinced that if you say you didn’t, that that’s why the words never came fell from your lips, that he can finally move on. 

But he’s asked you again, and this time, you refuse to let the words fall victim the tomb of your mind. 

“Yes,” you start, and you watch him tense, looking down at the floor as he grips his hands together impossibly tight. All you focus on is his white knuckles as you whisper out the three words you both needed to hear, “I love you.” 

He chokes up, head shooting up as his eyes find yours, “What?”

“I love you. I loved you. I will continue to love you,” your voice is stronger as you repeat the words over and over, your chest suddenly light, “Eddie, I’m so sorry I never said it when you asked. I swear, it’s not that I didn’t. I just- I was fucking petrified, you know? Every time I wanted to say it, I froze, but I do. I love you. I love you so much that I don’t know what to do with mys-” 

He cuts you off, surging forward and kissing you hard. The space between you is erased as he grabs your hips, pulling you to him quickly. His hands cradle your face with such care, you could cry if you focus on it too much. 

“Say it again,” he pleads, pulling away with a gasp and staring into your eyes, “Please,” another chaste kiss is pressed against your wet lips, “Say it again.”

“I love you,” you say it with ease this time. A smile breaks out across your lips as you straddle him, and a grin to match lights up his own face, “I love you, Edward Munson. So goddamn much.” 

You mean it. You always meant it, but you understand now - hearing it outloud is so much better than the silent confessions. 

He takes a careful hand, threading it through your hair as he pushes it back from the side of your face. 

“In case you haven’t noticed, I love you too, you fucking idiot.”

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; joker

requested by ; mod / self indulgent

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; joker

outline ; “dating headcanons for joker”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

joker does everything in his power to keep you as far away from his less than savoury work as possible — juggling a half dozen excuses for his late night excursions and placating you with boundless affection when you’re together, feeling horrible about lying but wanting nothing more than to keep you safe

he’s far from opposed to showing physical affection or engaging in pda, happily smothering you with any and all touch that you’re comfortable with whether you’re in private or not — and it’s even become something of a running joke amongst other performers that on practise days his makeup barely lasts an hour before it gets smudged and transfers onto you (they tease you both for it but make no mistake, they all find the two of you sickeningly adorable)

as far as any pet names go, joker cycles through a baker’s dozen of them — anything from ‘honey’ to ‘darling’ to ‘love’ and even sillier things based on your appearance and personality, it all just depends on what mood he’s in at the time

whenever you’re even slightly under the weather or injured, he tends to become even more attentive and practically refuses to leave you alone — even skipping practise until he’s forced out of the tent by doll or wendy (who are usually the first to volunteer themselves to keep an eye on you so that joker can actually get some work in for the day — and so they can fill you in on whatever happened in your absence)

whenever you’re cold, he’s the first to offer up a jacket or a scarf — insisting that you take them even if he’s already chilly himself because he likes taking care of you and he’d hate the idea of you catching a cold when he could have prevented it

if he has any spare money (after stocking up on the necessities of course), it goes straight to you — your favourite snack that you haven’t been able to have in ages, a new shirt if yours is getting a bit worn, a toy you’ve been looking at for ages, a replacement book for one you lost during the last move, etc. (he always takes care of you before even considering himself, which is unfortunate if your love language also happens to be acts of service haha)

he’s an early riser and a light sleeper, but if he has no other obligations for the night or has assigned somebody else to his early morning duties then he’s more than happy to just stay in bed and cuddle as you gradually wake up — usually with some nose kisses and joking remarks along the lines of ‘sleeping beauty’ and the like

joker loves making you laugh and will go to great lengths to do so, adapting his techniques to match your specific sense of humour — and grinning whenever he’s successful, even if he made a bit of a fool of himself in the process (he doesn’t really mind it, he’s an entertainer after all, and anything is worth it in his eyes if he gets to hear you laugh and see your smile)

he affectionately teases you a lot and is happy to get what he gives, even encouraging you to mock him in turn when he’s being silly — bonus points if you really get it right because he’ll giggle-snort into his hand and then start laughing like a madman